Chapter 47
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 47
Chapter Title: Betting Spar
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A certain beach.
Looking up at the sky pouring down scorching sunlight, Jeong Seohui let out a short snort.
'Whew. Even for me, this is tough. Twelve hours of deliveries.'
Just getting around was hard enough, but with heavy loads on her back, it was no joke.
Yet the harder it got, the more she thought of Woojin, who'd stuck with this routine, and a smile tugged at her lips.
'Gotta get back soon. Woojin must be waiting.'
Jeong Seohui dumped the water and rations she'd brought at the spot marked by a white shirt, brushed the sweat from her forehead, and turned back.
Her steps were surprisingly light.
Lately, Jeong Seohui had been happy.
This feeling was new. She'd never known teaching and raising someone could be this fun.
'Every time I see him, he's just so commendable. No complaints despite the hardship, steadily doing the tasks I assign every day.'
Seohui felt a swell of pride and satisfaction at Woojin's growth. She even wanted to brag about him somewhere.
'Should I tell Dad when we get back to Korea?'
Lost in such thoughts, she headed back in high spirits when sudden footsteps approached from behind.
Turning around, she saw a burly guy coming her way.
"Oh. It really is you, Jeong Seohui. Still alive, huh?"
"......"
It was Yoon Jihoo. He cracked his neck side to side and bared his teeth at her.
"What's your business?"
"What else? Come to settle the debt from last time!"
Whoosh!
As soon as Yoon Jihoo declared the fight, he charged.
His brutish movements evoked a wild boar.
"I'll turn you into mincemeat!"
"......"
But less than a minute later, he was clutching his side and rolling on the ground. He was the one who ended up as mincemeat.
Jeong Seohui sighed.
'His stamina's way down.'
The kids from her class weren't in good shape lately.
According to Woojin, they'd split over food shortages soon, and in this state, she could see fights breaking out over the remaining supplies.
'But more fundamentally, they lack grit.'
The contrast with someone else was stark. Looking down at Yoon Jihoo with pity, Jeong Seohui snorted shortly and spun around.
'Tsk tsk. All that muscle wasted. If my Woojin had even half that physical prowess, he'd shine so much brighter.'
As she started walking again, Yoon Jihoo called out from behind.
"Hey, Jeong Seohui."
"I'm listening."
"Date me."
She stopped dead.
"A strong, attractive woman like you is a first for me. Date me. What do you say?"
"......"
"A woman like you deserves at least me, right? Us together would make a great pair."
Jeong Seohui came to a complete halt.
Did the confession land? Yoon Jihoo grinned smugly, waiting for her reply.
Honestly, she was blunt and expressionless, but he knew how alluring Jeong Seohui was.
He'd always lusted after her.
Back in first year swim class, when she showed up in a swimsuit, that insane figure stole his gaze, and he was hooked.
He'd sworn to himself he'd have her body someday.
'If we date officially, it'll become reality.'
Bonus: knock her up, and her family's solid funds and backing would all be his.
But his hopeful expectations met Jeong Seohui's icy glare.
She half-turned, her fierce eyes locking on him as she growled low.
"Get lost. A worm like you doesn't even qualify. Say one more word of crap, and I'll make sure you can't call yourself a man."
With that, she turned away without mercy and resumed walking.
"Y-you bitch."
Yoon Jihoo's face flushed red then purple.
'Tried to play nice, huh?'
He rose quietly, moving silently. When he got close, he ambushed her from behind.
Thwack.
The world spun.
Yoon Jihoo's head snapped to the side. He'd lunged, but his body tilted.
As Yoon Jihoo tried a grab, Seohui spun and roundhouse-kicked his head.
"Gah."
Head smashed, Yoon Jihoo faceplanted and passed out.
'...Just ruined my mood. Gotta go back, yank Woojin's cheeks, and heal up.'
Jeong Seohui resumed her steps.
Humming someone's name playfully.
"Woojin, I'm back."
"Good work. Must've been hot out there."
I bought new water from the shop and handed it over. Seohui gulped it down, nearly emptying half the bottle.
"Haa! Feels alive now!"
Truly, each white horse has its traits. Sitting on the beach under the sun made her pale skin stand out even more.
"Anyway, the kids aren't looking good. Physically or mentally."
"Yeah?"
"Feels like something'll blow up within a week."
...Time to prep that side too.
But right now, Seohui matters more. I offered her my hand.
"Seohui. Wanna do that thing?"
"Sure. I'm always up for it."
Seohui shed her windbreaker, and I poured the half-remaining cold water over her body.
Head, shoulders, back...
Lifted her sports bra slightly to pour inside, tugged her panties out to pour directly in.
"Feel good?"
"Mmm. Perfect. You're the best, Woojin."
Seohui pinched and tugged my cheeks, beaming.
"......"
Tough call.
Seohui still didn't see me as a man.
Planning to take her down today, but how to start?
Ideally smooth and gentle, no drama, but this tomboy wouldn't treat me romantically.
Last night, I set the mood and asked how she saw me.
-You're one-of-a-kind to me. I treasure you.
That's it.
Sticky sweet, maybe, but her face showed no romantic flutter.
'No choice. Gotta push bolder.'
I bought another water from the shop and held it up.
"One more bottle?"
"Sounds good."
I sat behind her, poured some on her head, lifted her bra to splash inside again.
This time, boldly grabbed her breast.
Squish.
Insane breast bounce. Wouldn't fit in one hand.
Test grab turned into kneading, thumbing her nipple.
"Haha, Woojin, stop. Tickles."
Seohui twisted, slapping my arms lightly.
'Not seeing me as a guy, or just undeveloped there? Like twins?'
Too soon to tell.
To check, I tugged her panties.
Poured water in while sliding my hand along.
Coarse hair, then palm felt the parted slit.
'Seohui's pussy I've eyed so long.'
Palmed and rubbed her mound, pouring more water.
No expression change from Seohui. Just refreshed bliss.
I pushed deeper, rubbing the tight entrance, dipping fingers slightly.
"Eut."
Finally, a reaction.
"Woojin? Where's your hand?"
"Hold still, Seohui. Washed your chest, now the pussy too."
"I can do that myself..."
"Here, hold the water and splash some."
I gave her the bottle, hugged her legs from behind with mine to keep them spread.
Left hand on breast, right on pussy, groping wildly.
"Eut. W-wait. No need to wash it. I can handle it, Woojin."
"Relax. Started it, let's finish."
"S-stop. Tickles. Eut. Water's gone...!"
Seohui squirmed in my arms, prying my arms, thighs clamping desperately.
I hooked fingers and thrust into her pussy.
Squelch. Squelch.
Not juices—probably the water I'd just poured.
Wanted deeper, but fingertip hit resistance.
'Hymen? She's a virgin too?'
"Woojin!"
Outpowered, I ended up arms pinned overhead like a perp.
"You know that was something you shouldn't do, right?"
Seohui's eyes widened, launching into a lecture.
At least she knew what naughty meant.
"Sorry."
"Sigh. It's fine. You meant to wash me, so can't be mad. You're reflecting too."
Nag ended after one apology.
Seohui smacked my butt, nodded ahead.
"Heat's out, time for sparring? Quick piss first."
Forest has snakes—risky. We'd gone together a few times; now routine.
Pissing standing, lost in thought.
'Hmm. Don't wanna force it. Too many variables. Straight pitch instead?'
Or porn-style, pained face begging her to jerk me?
Thinking that, a cool breeze hit my tip.
Glanced down: Seohui squatting beside, pissing while blowing on my cock playfully.
Grinning mischievously.
Stream veered then straightened.
Grin.
Eye contact, she grinned wide.
This close? Feels possible.
"Seohui. Got something to say."
"Listening."
"Not... while pissing."
After, we faced under a palm-shaded lean.
Loosening wrists and ankles for spar, she asked.
"So, what is it?"
To beaming Seohui, I said it.
"Seohui. Do it with me."
"Hm?"
Blank face. Need more.
"Sex with me, Seohui."
She stared straight.
Blinked a few times.
Her gem-like blue eyes fixed on me.
"What...?"
Told tomboy Seohui I wanted naughty stuff straight up.
About 10 seconds of blinking stares, then she burst out laughing.
"If you meant to make me laugh, nailed it, Woojin. You always get my heart racing."
"No joke. Dead serious, Seohui."
"Hm?"
My straight face made her blink again.
Her face hardened as she scanned mine—visibly, in real time.
Crunch. Crunch.
Suddenly, she strode up, grabbed my collar.
"Men can't keep it in their pants around women. Thought you were different, but you're just like them, Woojin?"
Rage clear.
Fierce aura like she'd toss me any second.
Her gleaming eyes probed my face for deceit.
'Too hasty?'
No, trust my judgment.
Dice rolled, cards strong. Winnable.
Closed eyes, opened, deep breath, met her gaze head-on.
"Rare chance."
"Chance?"
"I want to mix bodies with you. Get closer than now, Seohui."
"Refused."
Irritated flick of her hand off my collar, stormed off.
"Not just asking. Betting spar?"
She halted.
"20 minutes. Knock me down, you win. Can't, I win."
"Ridiculous. Think I'd bite? Not worth considering."
Expected that. Added bait.
"Scared?"
Stopped dead. I teased softly.
"Ah, chickening out on losing to me? Makes sense. Losing to your student and getting fucked? Ultimate humiliation."
"Ha."
From spars, I knew Seohui's competitive fire burned hot.
Stressing grit, never quit, loving effort—means fierce win-lust.
Sure enough, glaring eyes, she wheeled back.
Growled like to devour me.
"Fine. Been too soft lately, looking easy? Time to school your cocky ass."
Bet on.
Beach facing sea, we faced off, loosening up.
"Bet details?"
"You repay favors. As many meals I ate from you, that many fucks."
"Petty. Fine, I repay debts. Human duty. That's all?"
No way.
"During sex, obey my commands."
"...You into that play?"
Seohui knew some stuff.
"Sex isn't solo. Even mixing, no fun if you don't play along. Like I said, want deeper with you."
"Hmph. Pointless. You won't win anyway. My victory."
"We'll see."
Results tell.
My confident smile sparked interest, not anger.
But no doubt I'd lose.
"Dead or alive, you can't beat me, Woojin."
"So confident? Wager one, Master."
"Fine. Beat me, I'll obey even outside sex."
Oh. Big.
"Really?"
"Yes. Swear on name and clan here. You promise too—no more weird asks if you lose."
"Deal."
My win anyway.