Chapter 73
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 73
Chapter Title: Blue Pine Festival (14)
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❤️ Preference:Priestess of Love Relationship
💭 Aspiration:Married Life
🔥 Lust:90/100
I've used the status window plenty of times before, but seeing her lust climb all the way to 90? That was a first.
I think I finally understand why Master had been so insistent on living together with me of all people...
Just moments ago, I hadn't panicked at all. I'd put on a calm, almost casual front, like this was nothing new.
But to be brutally honest? How could anyone not be thrown for a loop by this?
She's the one who's spent five straight years by my side. In some ways, she was family—and we'd been together even longer than Cheon So-yul and I had.
And then, out of nowhere, she starts acting like she has feelings for me.
How could I not be stunned? I'd done my best to play it cool and respond in kind, but the truth was, I hadn't had the faintest clue.
Those nightly little hints of hers, asking me to sleep together?
I'd always chalked them up to harmless jokes without any real intent behind them—or at most, a literal way to convey her trait.
After all, for all her laid-back vibes, she took her responsibilities as my "master" deadly seriously.
So in a no-lose situation like that, I figured she just saw it as a smart move: borrow my trait's power to turn one Ice Archmage into two. That's what I'd always thought.
And honestly? It probably wasn't that far off. There was just... something else mixed in.
That something was personal affection.
Feelings for me.
Not just seeing me as a disciple, but as a real man—so she'd kept up those teasing, playful jabs to mask it.
The reason I could handle her sudden outburst without batting an eye—or at least pretend not to—was simple.
I've just grown numb to all the bizarre antics from these girls after dealing with so many of them.
Hell, compared to Ryu Se-eun, Baek A-yun, or Kanzaki, this was... well, about on par, I guess?
Not worlds apart or anything, but right there in the same league. I can't even tell anymore if I have good luck with women or cursed luck.
Like, yeah, women keep coming my way... but always in the most twisted fashion?
'Hmm.'
It's not a bad thing. Really, not bad at all. But this lingering awkwardness? That's not something I can just shrug off.
Maybe ever since awakening that sex-related trait ten years ago, I've been doomed to walk this path no matter what.
Deep down, my heart felt a little cluttered and restless, but whatever. It's fine. I'll say it again.
No matter how I slice it... this embarrassing trait of mine "wasn't so bad."
To be overly frank? Without it, I wouldn't be tangled up with all these attractive women right now.
Sure, it's debatable how much credit the trait deserves exactly.
What I'm getting at is simple: gratitude for giving me the openings.
The push of courage to take that extra step when the moment arrived.
Even stripping away all the emotional bonding, the deeper intimacy, the thrill of growing closer—focusing purely on the physical pleasure? Still worth it.
I can't deny it anymore. Turns out my sex drive runs way higher than I'd ever imagined.
Just gazing down at Master—lying beneath me, her shoulders trembling uncontrollably—stirs something fierce in me.
This is pleasure, no doubt about it. Not just the raw sexual kind, but the sheer satisfaction of having buried myself inside her.
She—Seol Ha-yeon—is my master.
My undisputed superior.
So what's her state right now? Does she look like the guiding mentor who's supposed to be above me? Or the total opposite?
"...Hek, heuk."
Does it even need saying?
The latter.
Her prestigious title of Archmage feels downright hollow now. She's caught between the agony of being deflowered and the ecstasy of her first time—all at once.
Her expression tells the whole story. Nothing like her usual warm, carefree facade. Night and day.
"Eu, geuk, heum."
Her eyes flutter open and shut in erratic twitches, lashes spasming nonstop. The hands clutching my shoulders like lifelines clench weakly.
Her face burns hot. The breaths leaking past her lips are ragged beyond words.
"Hyaahhh...!"
Heat. With her ability to control her physical age, she should shun anything this scorching above all else. But this? No escaping it.
Her body's melting bit by bit. Not regressing to some extreme childlike state like before, but enough to feel like hot water trickling down.
Put simply, it's like watching a human-shaped ice sculpture dissolve...
In that metaphor, I'm basically fucking ice right now.
Hm.
'Not bad at all?'
Anyway.
Coincidentally, all that melted ice(?) soaks my body too, flooding me with the same feverish warmth.
No need for any foreplay to heat things up anymore.
I resolve to get more aggressive. I seize her wrists—still gripping my shoulders—and yank them down, lowering my stance.
No real reaction from her. Her head's probably too foggy, trying to adjust to me buried inside her.
Fine by me... but watching? Zero thrill. Downright bland, if I'm honest.
Time for a change.
I slide my body lower, gently sweeping her hair aside. Those shimmering silver bangs part deeply, revealing her smooth forehead.
I plant a light kiss there.
Chuk-
A tiny kissing sound echoes out.
Did she catch it?
"...?"
A beat late, but she blinks vacantly, her face forming a perfect question mark. Yeah, she heard.
I can't help but chuckle at that dopey look on her. So unlike the Seol Ha-yeon I know.
"Master."
"...Ne?"
I call out to her, and she strains those hazy eyes to focus on me.
Her waist and belly twitching intermittently? That's her current sensations screaming loud and clear.
'Ah.'
A thought hits me out of nowhere.
I just want to touch her.
Suddenly, I crave to grope every inch of Seol Ha-yeon's body—however much I can, however I want. Pure, sticky lust.
And I'm the type of guy who doesn't hold back on his desires.
Tok-
"Hik?!"
A light initial touch. Her body jolts up in shallow surprise.
I ignore it, pressing on with caresses masked as loving strokes.
Fingertips—nails and all—glide long and slow over her silky belly. Her response? Her whole frame shivers electric and locks rigid.
Next, higher up. Thumb and index form mischievous pincers, playfully nipping her exposed nipple. Kkuk.
"...!"
Ah, now that's a reaction. Her eyes fly open wider than ever, her whole body twisting wildly in my grasp.
Face screaming she wants to shriek or moan, but she holds it in. Pride, maybe?
Though she's already let out plenty of lewd, heated moans in front of me before...
If she hasn't clocked it herself, no need to rub it in.
I lower again, claiming her lips this time. Naturally, I work my mouth and tongue for our first real overlapping kiss.
Five years together—my master, no, Seol Ha-yeon—and our first kiss? Surprisingly sweet.
"Heup. Mm."
Not as wild or rough as before. She's past fighting it now, just gently closing her eyes and following my lead.
Smart cookie. She must've instinctively realized it: right here, right now, I'm the one in total control. A hundred—no, a thousand—times over.
Full surrender hits, and she idly pulls my neck and shoulders into a hug.
Her white flag. Body fully entrusted.
Stinging pleasure and that low, conquering rush hit me together. I buck my hips. My shaft's already squeezed tight inside her.
She might blank out for a second, but me? No more holding back.
Puk!
"Heung...!"
Her head whips sideways. Eyes squeezed shut, lips bitten to stifle the moan trying to escape.
Something about the sight makes my lower half throb even harder.
I cradle her half-lifted head and snap my hips again. The deep thrust spears her core hard.
Her chin quivers upward in spasms, and with a faint, breathless laugh, I murmur into her ear.
"Master."
"Mm, heuk. Eung."
"If you liked me that much, why not just say so sooner? Why keep it hidden behind all those physical come-ons?"
No reply. She just works her lips with those dazed eyes, lost in our linked pleasure.
Somehow, it stings a bit.
I grab her nape roughly to prod for an answer. Kkuk!
"Heung?!"
Her body convulses hard.
And finally, she turns to me.
Her eyes flutter madly, lips parting and closing wordlessly. Frustrating as hell, but...
I wait. There's fun in just watching her like this. And besides...
The answer comes quick enough.
"Mo, don't know..."
"..."
"...Fucking disciple..."
She turns her head aside just a touch, mumbling the curse like it's embarrassing her to death.
Basically dodging with silence, but...
I get it. Not pissed at all.
Just nod easy.
Yeah. Anyway. The night's young.
Not even midnight yet.
Whatever it is—even if it's the most mortifying, humiliating confession...
Plenty of time to coax it from my cute master's lips.
"Do whatever you want."
I shrug like I couldn't care less and grab her breast. Glamour really doesn't suit Seol Ha-yeon.
Her arms stiffen rigid again, and I toss out one more line.
"Just so we're clear, Master."
"..."
"You started this tonight. Even when morning rolls around... don't regret it."
Ideally, don't bolt without a word from sheer embarrassment either. I tack on the petty jab, then flood my whole body with electricity.
Pajijik...!
Cheon So-yul's Heavenly Thunder—and the way she'd once channeled that lightning magic through our intimacy—left a hell of an impression on me.
Sorry to my wife and all, but right now? I wanted to unleash it on another woman.
If she'd sent weak currents into her depths to amp up both our sensations, then the reverse had to work too.
The faint lightning racing through my body surges right to the tip in no time.
In other words, I'd cloaked my entire shaft in that blue bolt of lightning.
"He, eh?"
Seol Ha-yeon lets out a confused little sound. True to form as an Archmage, she picks up the mana flow without trouble.
And man, was I looking forward to it.
Could this Cheon family lightning—the one she despises so much—actually drive her into ecstasy tonight?
'Haha.'
The answer was a given.
Even an Archmage can't conquer pleasure.
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