Chapter 120: Breaking the Spirit - 7
Chapter 120: Breaking the Spirit - 7
Now their bodies were constantly intertwined.
"Ah, haa-ah...."
Yura, straddling Jiha, rocked her hips with a lewd roll, panting heavily.
"Jiha. Jiha...."
Ducking her head to kiss him, she called his name yearningly.
The sweet reverberation spread inside his mouth.
In stark contrast, her lower body swayed with a dizzying, bewitching motion.
Circling, then sliding side to side, writhing up and down—it was driving his manhood senselessly into her.
A succubus's instinct, reading exactly what made a man feel good and skillfully keeping up the assault.
"Uh, mm. Mmn...."
"Again, please do it again. Quickly, please."
She wanted more affection.
Straddling him, Yura rained a frenzy of kisses across Jiha's lips, cheeks, forehead, and the corners of his eyes.
*Shlp. Plunge. Thrust. Schllp.*
Yet even as she did, her hips moved more violently.
A woman's body, submitting while swaying bewitchingly, intent on wringing the man dry.
"Nnh, I'm coming. I'm coming...."
"Yes, ah. As much as, as much as you want...."
Yura spilled lewd words into Jiha's ear, licking with her tongue.
Asking for as much as he could give.
*Gush! Bbrrrrt!!*
At the final moment, Jiha grabbed Yura's rear with both hands and rammed upward.
"Ah, aaaah. Aaah!"
Yura trembled uncontrollably, lost in pleasure.
As her body clenched down while she gasped for ragged breaths, Jiha shuddered at the exquisite sensation and discharged deep into the sucking depths of her flesh again.
It was like a milk carton skewered by a straw; the sensation of his come being drawn out in deep gulps was a pleasure beyond words.
"Huk, haah. Haah."
"Haaaah, nnnn."
*Lick, lick.*
Slumping down after climax, still quivering faintly, Yura lewdly licked around Jiha's ear.
Attentively, so he might feel a little bit better.
*Brruurt!! Ppbbbt!*
Another release.
"Huk, hhhaah...."
An ejaculation that felt like it would empty his head entirely.
He hadn't done it much lately, but he really let loose an incredible amount.
As Jiha gasped for air, Yura pressed her lips to his cheek.
*Peck. Peck....*
Kisses placed at intervals.
She was telling him it felt really good for her, too.
"...."
Yet at the same time, she was subtly hinting at going again.
Jiha smiled, pulling Yura's neck close as he caught his breath, their sweat-damp bodies pressed tightly together, spending a moment in silence.
Yura found his hand and laced their fingers together firmly.
When Jiha looked, she was wearing a shy smile, her eyes cast down.
So utterly lewd when their bodies intertwined, yet embarrassed by such a small gesture—she was truly lovely.
"...."
*Squeeze.*
When Jiha smiled and squeezed her hand, Yura couldn't hide a joyful smile.
Like a girl completely lost in a sweet first love.
Well, Warsland was a world where women dominated, and moreover, Yura was a precious Unique.
With Asira watching over Yura so fiercely... had Yura ever even had a proper conversation with a man before?
For Yura, Jiha was her first love and her first man.
*Peck.*
Jiha gave Yura a peck and said,
"Time got away from us."
"...Ah."
The sun was setting outside the window.
Like unbridled colts, they had lost track of time and gone at each other senselessly.
They needed to clean up.
"Mm, I understand. Haaaah...."
Yura moved aside reluctantly.
She was savoring the lingering pleasure, her body giving a fine tremor as Jiha's member was withdrawn.
Lying beside him, the curves of her body were so obscenely clear.
A body he could take any time now.
"...."
A fresh surge of lust washed over him.
Even after going at it nonstop, he wanted her again.
It had started partly as a provocation toward Kamain in the next room, but Jiha had gotten totally absorbed himself.
She was literally a succubus, a body that truly melted a man.
"...Are you all right?"
When the exhausted Yura asked, Jiha composed his expression.
"I have to go now. Don't tell Asira about this for a while. No mention of you and me doing this."
"Yes. Ah, I should...."
As Jiha got up to dress, Yura hurriedly rose to help.
But Jiha waved his hand to stop her and said,
"You get dressed too. Let's clean up."
This was Asira's bedroom right now.
The rumpled bed sheets and the disarray around the room would look suspicious to Asira at night.
Getting the idea, Yura promptly used Purification to make herself clean.
She dressed immediately.
A succubus's outfit was easy to put on and take off, so it only took a moment.
While Jiha wiped himself with a towel and got dressed, Yura moved briskly.
She opened the window to air out the room, picked up a fallen pillow and straightened it...
Once fully dressed, Jiha helped, too.
"J-Jiha. I'll do it."
"We did it together, so we'll clean up together."
Yura fidgeted as if the idea of Jiha doing this kind of cleanup work was absurd.
But Jiha gave her an enigmatic smile, pulled up the bed sheet, and gave it a big shake.
They had to be thorough; strands of hair or other traces could remain. This kind of tidying-up had been easy work for Jiha as a former secretary—making sure things were clean and spotless so as not to offend a superior.
'Actually, isn't it similar to what I did back on Earth?'
Asira was a superior, and he was doing this to stay under her radar.
The work looked similar at a glance, but the end result was going to be completely different.
Because once preparations were in place, Jiha was going to devour Asira.
*Flap. Flap.*
As Jiha fixed the bed sheet by himself, Yura flusteredly scanned the floor, picked up and put down a sofa cushion by the window for no reason, and combed over the floor minutely.
Well, how could a Unique—one of only ten in all of Warsland—ever have done this kind of tidying up? It was just that she felt sorry and apologetic to be standing idle while Jiha worked, so she was bustling about trying to do something.
"Grab the other end of this."
"Ah, yes."
At Jiha's words, Yura immediately grabbed the edge of the bed sheet.
The man and woman worked together to lay the sheet on the bed and smooth out the wrinkles.
It was no monumental task, of course.
Nobody needs help just to put on a sheet, and this kind of cleaning could easily be done alone.
But for a man and woman in love, in a relationship, doing things together mattered.
Even sharing a single apple, or cleaning up after intimacy together—it sent mental satisfaction surging upward.
"...."
Indeed, even while moving her hands, Yura's eyes were hazy and unfocused.
As if she was dreaming.
Because spending a long time with the man she loved, doing things together, was such a happy time.
*Pat. Pat.*
After fixing the bed perfectly with Yura, Jiha took another look around the room.
He'd made a rough mental note of how things were when he'd entered...
"Even Asira won't notice anything off. But if she seems suspicious, just tell her you rested here for a bit."
"Yes, I'll handle it."
Yura nodded, still a bit dazedly.
Her gaze on the bed, as if she couldn't quite believe that she and Jiha had made love right here just moments ago.
*Nudge.*
Jiha playfully bumped Yura's shoulder with his own.
"Ah?!"
Startled alert, Yura looked over, and Jiha grinned.
"I'm not perfect either, so don't think like that. Let's wrap up work quickly and set aside plenty of time next time."
"...Yes."
"And this."
Jiha brought a key out of his pocket and held it out.
He'd prepared it before coming.
Yura took it, puzzled, and Jiha explained,
"From now on, if you're coming to my room, use this."
"...."
A spare key to Jiha's room.
Yura's eyes rounded, and she didn't know what to do.
"C-Can I really accept this?"
"You'd probably find a way in anyway. Just open it and come in."
"...Yes."
Yura grasped the key tightly in both hands and nodded.
Her face was a mask of overwhelming joy.
He had just given her permission to come to him any time.
Yura said in a trembling voice,
"I, I keep being nothing but a burden to you, and yet you treat me so well...."
*Peck.*
As Yura tried to apologize again, Jiha silenced her with a kiss.
"That's all done now. And I'll resolve the matter with Asira soon."
"...."
"As for me, I'm actually pleased. Can't pass up the chance to enjoy two beautiful women."
Jiha deliberately spoke crudely.
So Yura wouldn't think about it anymore.
Truthfully, it was a precarious tightrope walk right now.
Asira had an uncompromising nature, the kind of woman who would act with righteous integrity even at her own expense.
Though Asira secretly regarded Jiha as a man, if he tried to lay a hand on her unthinkingly, he could end up having his throat torn out.
With her declaring that Yura's man was a scumbag anyway.
'But I can't just let Asira go. If the full backstory becomes officially known, my actions will be exposed to the world. Then other Uniques—or worst case, even Legends—could move. I have to stop it.'
For Jiha, there was no other choice.
Somehow, he had to press Asira down and force her to follow him.
The current situation partly began because Jiha got entangled with Yura, too.
"...Jiha."
But he had no intention of letting Yura blame herself for it.
It was his own choice as well.
How could he treat badly a succubus who was so obedient, acting like a girl deeply in love?
The same went for her letting herself into his room earlier.
An ordinary woman couldn't have done that easily.
But Yura had worried because Jiha had fought last night, and when a sliver of free time opened up to see him after so long, she just came to him without concern for any consequences.
When people fall in love, they become blind—especially with first love.
This was the first romantic passion that this gentle succubus had ever harbored and expressed.
As a man, it was gratifying, it made him want to tame her well, and he wanted to respond in kind.
She was both admirable and lovely.
"Hm? Why'd you call me."
"...Because I'm so grateful you say things like that."
"I'm the one who's grateful. Thanks to you, Asira will be mine soon enough."
"Yes, but I have no intention of meekly conceding you to Asira. Nor to Lady Enril or Lady Leticia...."
Yura whispered softly.
Before he knew it, she had wrapped both arms around Jiha's neck and was standing on tiptoe.
"No matter which other women you embrace, I want to make sure you always think I am number one."
"...Is that so?"
The subtle ambition peeking out from this gentle succubus.
It was oddly seductive.
Yura answered not with words, but by kissing Jiha on the lips.
Just when he felt her soft lips pressing against his, she began sucking gently.
Jiha closed his eyes, too, gathering Yura into his arms and pushing his tongue inside.
"Ah, haaa...."
Heavy breaths.
After biting his lips and sucking them lewdly, Yura staggered backward, nearly losing her footing.
As if she couldn't stand up.
Reflexively, Jiha pressed a hand against the back of her head—but Yura's body tipped completely backward.
Their lips still locked, Jiha went down with her, holding her tight so she wouldn't get hurt.
*Flump.*
Where she fell was the sofa by the window.
"Mm. Nnnn...."
Pinned beneath Jiha, the red-haired succubus moaned sweetly, sucking at his lips over and over.
Like a baby bird being fed, she tickled his lips with her tongue and then sucked gently, making it impossible for him to pull away.
"Ah, mm."
When Jiha hesitated, Yura used one hand to press the back of his head and the other to explore his waist.
"Nm, mm.... Wait a sec."
"...Yes, nn."
Even as she answered, she wrapped both legs around Jiha's waist and pulled him tight against her.
Already fully dressed, Jiha's groin pressed against her between her thighs.
"...."
In that instant, the vivid memory of how obscenely that inner flesh, just beyond a layer of fabric, had sucked him in surged back, and he swelled with immense strength.
He'd fallen into a succubus's trap.