Chapter 13: Second Round - 3
Chapter 13: Second Round - 3
The door opened, and a red-haired succubus walked in.
It was Yura, as expected.
She approached with soft, supple steps and bowed her head toward the seated Jiha.
"Good day, Master Jiha."
Bowing in a top that plunged deep at the chest, the entire valley of her breasts was laid bare.
Jiha found himself staring before he could stop.
The soft curves of her pale breasts were without a single blemish.
Bigger than Enril's. No—bigger than any woman's Jiha had ever seen.
'Big enough to need both hands.'
Her face was demure, but her chest was openly provocative.
On top of that, a sweet scent filled the infirmary the moment Yura walked in.
A faint honeyed fragrance drifted from her, and it seized his attention completely.
Glancing back, the overwhelming size of her breasts branded itself into his vision, making it impossible to look away.
She was a woman like honey, meant to lure men in.
Jiha was just coming to that conclusion when Yura tilted her head slightly.
"Master Jiha?"
"What do you want?"
He had no close ties with her, and speaking in a way that ignored the ranking system would make any normal woman coldly reproachful. Yura, though, didn't so much as furrow a brow, instead acting perfectly demure.
"I heard you'd been injured and would be absent from the Summoning War rotation for the time being. I came to confirm it."
"My supervisor is Enril."
"They said Enril had urgent business come up. So I came in her place."
"......."
So the bitch bailed.
Jiha let out a dry laugh without meaning to.
Apparently, Enril was trying to avoid facing him altogether.
'That has its own uses....'
While Enril was running away, Jiha figured he might as well push his own agenda forward.
"There are five Unique Grade beings in Blue Seal, right? And the Unique Grade in this border city of Waris are you and Enril."
"Yes, Lady Enril and I listen to requests from Commons like yourself."
"......."
Jiha felt baffled.
The border city of Waris, where the Summoning War using Blue and Purple Commons was taking place, was also a strategic chokepoint in Warsland.
Neither Blue nor Purple could afford to give the city up, so they jointly controlled it.
It was a place where the two factions coexisted.
Blue and Purple kept vital combat assets in this city in case a sudden incident broke out.
That was why the Unique Grade Enril and Yura remained stationed in Waris.
But since you couldn't just leave capable assets idle, they were assigned the significant duty of managing the Commons.
To phrase that as "attending to their words..."
"Why are you smiling?"
"No, it's nothing."
This one is a bit of an airhead.
Reaching that conclusion, Jiha tapped at the bandages wrapped around his head with a thud-thud.
Yura let out a worried sigh.
"You must have been in a lot of pain. Are you hurt anywhere else?"
"Confirm that by checking Sirel's diagnosis. Do I need to say everything twice?"
"Ah, yes...."
When Yura nodded quietly, Jiha felt his motivation dissipate.
His original plan had been to bite this succubus or use other means to turn her into a card to block Enril.
But for a woman of Warsland, this succubus was excessively well-behaved and polite.
If she'd been venomous like Enril, he could simply bring her to heel with force.
"You were scheduled to fight tomorrow, but another person will have to go out now. Shall I arrange it that way?"
"......."
"Master Jiha?"
Ordinary conversation like this was practically meaningless.
This chance to speak with Yura alone might be his last.
Jiha made his decision.
It was a dangerous gamble, but better than doing nothing at all.
"You. Have you ever known a man?"
"Pardon?"
Jiha kept his demeanor flat.
While preparing himself in case this turned into a fight.
"I asked if you have experience with a man."
"......."
Yura's face stiffened, and she didn't answer quickly.
Her cheeks slowly reddened, as if she felt shame.
'She isn't getting angry....'
Jiha knew this was tactless, which was precisely why he'd asked.
A normal woman would definitely be angry, and a woman of Warsland would have attacked without a second thought.
How dare some Common behave so rudely?
Even Sirel, who was friendly with him, would have slapped his cheek clean off.
"......Yes."
But Yura only nodded, her voice faint and shaky.
'Alright, cleared the first hurdle.'
Jiha hadn't thrown out this provocative topic without any calculation.
"Isn't it true a succubus who hasn't known a man can't properly wield her Mana? That your Mana regeneration is slow because you haven't had your Second Awakening."
He'd looked up the information ahead of time through Okram and various books.
Yura seemed surprised, and nodded again.
"Yes. Succubi achieve their Second Awakening of Mana by meeting their first man. I was born at the end of the Thousand-Year War... so I never had the opportunity."
A Warsland succubus was a species that could only fight properly after knowing a man.
But by the time Yura had matured, the number of men in Warsland had already sharply declined.
"Even if they're scarce, men aren't entirely absent. So why?"
"Well..."
Even in a world of female superiority, men weren't nonexistent.
Many men were Normal Grade, and there were a fair number of men in the Rare Grade as well.
"Are you choosing carefully because the quality of your Mana changes based on the first man you encounter?"
"You really know a lot about succubi."
Yura couldn't hide her admiration, but to Jiha, it wasn't particularly impressive.
Piecing together the available information made it obvious.
"And so you still haven't found a man who suits your taste?"
"Yes...."
Looking deeply embarrassed, Yura nodded quietly.
It wasn't just that the topic made her shy.
She felt an inferiority complex, the sense that she wasn't a proper succubus because she hadn't achieved her Second Awakening.
'If Enril despises men, this succubus is ignorant of them... But didn't she openly stare at my erection before?'
Having reached his decision, Jiha asked.
"What about me?"
"Pardon?"
"I asked what you think of me as a candidate."
Yura looked like she'd just heard something utterly unthinkable.
Soon, she shook her head side to side.
"N-No, I can't. I have to ask Asira...."
"Not because of my rank, huh?"
Jiha let out a hollow chuckle.
Where would you find a virgin who'd agree to some man she barely knew abruptly asking to sleep with her?
Jiha had only said it to draw out a reaction.
But the reason for her refusal was different from how Enril would have responded.
"A succubus's first man is truly important, so I was told I must choose well. So...."
"For someone who says that, you seem to be pretty interested in men."
Jiha rose from his spot, and Yura reflexively stepped back.
The frightened look on her face, the way she retreated while wrapping her arms around her large chest—it was all provocative.
She was a woman who stimulated male lust without realizing it.
"Am I wrong?"
His desire swelled, and the manhood inside his pants expanded.
Jiha made no effort to hide the erection that had grown enough to hinder his steps.
Yura, stepping backward, bumped her back against the door.
She hunched her shoulders and went rigid.
The tableau made it look like Jiha was threatening her, but....
'In terms of pure strength, she's far above me.'
Even if she hadn't achieved her Second Awakening, she was still Unique Grade.
If a fight broke out right now, Jiha would never be able to handle her.
But Yura seemed to have no such intention.
Her quivering red eyes were full of fear... yet her gaze refused to leave Jiha's manhood.
Thud.
Jiha stepped close and planted his hand against the door, tilting his head toward Yura.
Whether she was cowed by fear or something else, Yura stayed frozen stiff.
"Why are you just standing there? I'm not exactly doing anything to you."
"M-Move, please...."
"I'm not blocking your way, am I?"
Yura's back was to the door. It wasn't exactly locked.
Jiha was merely showing off his manhood.
"......."
With a bright red face, Yura stared blankly at the prominently tented lower half before catching Jiha's gaze and jerking her head away.
But the pretense of looking away didn't last; soon, her eyes stealthily crept back toward Jiha's manhood.
"I'm not doing anything. Your hands are free. If you want to run, just open the door and go."
"......."
"Or you could tear me apart with your strength. Right?"
Jiha whispered, while still mentally preparing for the worst-case scenario.
'Biting her....'
That was also an option, but he held it in reserve as a last resort.
What Jiha needed right now was a shield.
Yura was a woman who stirred sexual desire, but his objective was more important.
"Well? What are you going to do?"
As Jiha whispered, Yura flinched and then moved her hand slowly.
The hand that had hesitated—unsure whether to move forward or backward—fumbled behind her.
Her hand moved sluggishly, seeking the door handle, but her eyes were glued to Jiha's manhood.
A contradictory reaction: push her now, and she'd fall.
"You can't... do this...."
Face red, Yura shook her head.
The sweet fragrance wafting from her dizzyingly ripe body grew a little denser.
A flower bud that had remained tightly shut until now was naturally beginning to open, sensing the bee that had approached.
Recognizing Jiha as a man.
Tak.
Even so, Yura barely managed to grasp the door handle in that instant.
Jiha subtly thrust his waist forward.
The manhood inside his pants, stiff and engorged, naturally aimed ahead as well and came into contact with Yura's lower stomach.
True to a succubus's style, her upper body was extremely exposed, leaving no cloth to cover her belly.
A hard spike of flesh pressed obscenely into the woman's soft skin.
"Hngh...."
Yura shivered as if a current of electricity had run through her.
Her face was a mix of shock and alarm, and the hand that had finally grabbed the door handle went rigid and stopped moving.
Succubi, called beings of debauchery, were innately sensitive to sexual stimulation.
But since Yura had rarely even spoken with a man one-on-one until now, she had been unaware of it.
Now that she was conscious of Jiha as a male, of what was between his legs, her succubus instincts—the desire for a man—were slowly awakening.
Jiha's own lust was beginning to rise as well.
Tasting that soft skin indirectly made his manhood grow even more furious.
Still, Jiha coolly pulled his hips back.
The moment the pressure of his manhood against her stomach was removed, Yura took a ragged breath.
"Haa... ah... ngh.... Hht."
Between the nasal whispers of relief and disappointment, Jiha thrust his hips forward again.
His manhood, still in his pants, speared into the area beneath her slightly concave navel.
"Ha... hahk... Ah."
Even through the pants, the sensation of being stabbed seemed to make her dizzy, and Yura let out a honeyed gasp. Her softly curved eyebrows fluttered and trembled.
Her innocent response—awakening to pleasure for the first time—kindled a dark excitement within Jiha.
The desire to just tear off his pants and throw her down and ravage her reared its head.
But he couldn't let his guard down simply because things were going better than expected.
Now that he'd come this far, he had to make her fall completely. He had to make her absolutely obedient to his words.
With his manhood still pressing against Yura's stomach through his pants, Jiha began slowly drawing circles.
He said nothing, but the gesture alone seemed to conjure up an image, and Yura's breathing grew even more labored.
"Nnn... haaaaa...."
Sweat trickled down her forehead, traced the line of her jaw, burrowed into the rich valley of her breasts, and then descended to her stomach.
Jiha didn't miss a single moment of the trajectory as a bead of sweat shyly slipped down toward her lower parts.
"Ha... huff. Hwaaaa...."
As Jiha's manhood traced over her skin, Yura squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head desperately.
She bit her lower lip hard, trying to forcibly stifle the moans that threatened to escape. Jiha, in response, slowly pushed his hips forward.
Pressed deeeeep.
"Hnn... ah. Ahht. Aaaaaa...."
Jiha's rigid length stabbed into her like a spike sinking into soft clay, and Yura looked up at the ceiling and desperately shook her head.
A string of aching moans spilled out, and Jiha would only pull back the faintest bit before thrusting again, repeating the cycle.
"Hnn... nnn... ah. Haa... haa... nnngh."
His erection—hard enough to feel like it might tear through his pants—repeatedly jabbed into her stomach, making Yura's voice turn even sweeter.
Pushed deeper and deeper.
Jiha, who had been repeating the press and retreat, suddenly shoved in with a force he hadn't shown before, as if he meant to punch right through her stomach. Yura's body convulsed with a shudder.
"Hnngh... aaah... Aaaaahhht!"
Yura, who had let out a long, sweet wail, slowly collapsed in on herself.
She slid down against the door, her back against it, and slumped to the floor. With her eyes half-open, she heaved ragged breaths, her shoulders rising and falling sharply.
Jiha looked down at her red hair soaked with sweat and her flushed, feverish skin, then brought his hands to his waistband.
As his pants came down, his manhood sprang free, a rigid serpent of flesh.
It was a lethal weapon made of meat, veins bulging and throbbing as if it were about to burst at any moment.
Yura's red eyes, still dazed and breathless, widened in sheer shock.
She was blinking as if she simply couldn't believe the solid hunk of flesh that appeared right in front of her was actually a thing that existed in the world.
Jiha gave the command.
"Suck it."
There would be no stopping now.