Chapter 196: Records of the 1st Irregular Meeting - 10
Chapter 196: Records of the 1st Irregular Meeting - 10
Yura folded her hands primly on her lap, legs pressed together, and said,
"I told you before. I won't lose to Asira either. I want to become the woman Jiha likes most."
"Yeah? Honestly, that'll be tough."
Jiha delivered that like it was someone else's problem.
The red-haired succubus, a demure beauty, confessing like that despite her embarrassment—as a man, it was gratifying.
But he had to draw a line between business and pleasure.
"Yura. As you already know..."
"Yes, I know. There are already many women who like you, and that number will only grow. And the number of remarkable women among them will grow too."
The women Jiha had gathered—five of them were already Uniques.
Enril, Yura, Asira, Leticia, and on top of that, Narsha.
Half of Warsland's mere ten Uniques had become Jiha's women.
Yura spoke slowly.
"I'm a succubus completely bound to you, so I can roughly gauge the hearts of the women who like you. Ah, I don't know the deepest corners, just roughly."
"And that's why you left me alone with Enril?"
"Even though Enril tries not to show it, she was really worried. And also..."
Yura's voice grew oddly alluring.
"I thought if I arranged such a moment, you would like me a little more."
Last night's lovemaking with Enril had been ecstatic.
Yura had subtly set the stage.
'If Yura had engineered it herself, I might have frowned. Could've seen it as women jockeying for rank.'
All Yura truly did was provide a space for just the two of them.
The decision to want each other was Jiha's and Enril's alone.
Under Jiha's gaze, Yura looked at him with glistening eyes.
"I absolutely don't want to concede you to her, either. Of course, I want your happiness above all, so even if you took ten thousand other women, as long as you're satisfied, that's fine. But..."
Yura's voice dropped lower as she spoke.
Deliberately pulling the man's attention.
"I want you to feel that being with Yura was better than the others, that time with Yura is the most enjoyable."
"..."
"That is my resolve not to lose to her."
Yura smiled brightly, then her cheeks flushed.
"...Ah, did that upset you?"
"No, I'm finding it entertaining."
"Oh, honestly. Jiha."
When Jiha laughed, Yura seemed to think she was being teased and grew pouty.
She turned her head away in a sulk, then shot him a sidelong glance full of reproach—and the sight was so utterly endearing.
Jiha, without thinking, pinched her cheek, making her blink in surprise.
Then she smiled brightly again.
"..."
A sudden heat stirred in Jiha's chest.
An affection this pure, this all-consuming, was truly hard to come by.
"...Jiha."
Then Yura's demeanor shifted.
Her hand, which had been resting on her own thigh, had somehow moved to Jiha's.
Squeeze.
The woman's hand, gripping the man's thigh, lifted—only to press down on Jiha's abdomen.
Training and bloody combat had carved Jiha's body into sharp definition.
Her hand gently traced his solid abdominal muscles.
Her hand moved slowly along the lines of muscle, as if appreciating just how fine a male body this was.
Yura's gaze on Jiha grew more languid, her voice more syrupy.
"...Can I touch a little more?"
"What if I say no?"
"Mmm."
Yura let out a coaxing, nasal sound.
She kept stroking Jiha's abs through his clothes, pleading with her expression to slip her hand inside.
Jiha knew it was seduction and merely smiled, so—
"...It's raining heavily outside."
"So perfect timing, being at a hotel—shall we rest until it stops?"
"..."
Yura blushed but didn't say it first.
Just then, the waitress arrived with the tea and set it down.
The human woman shot a furious glare at Yura before withdrawing.
'Did we get caught?'
Sure, Yura had been acting a bit sensual, but it was under the table—they shouldn't have been seen.
That waitress had radiated oddly overt hostility.
Yura leaned her head on Jiha's shoulder and burst into soft laughter.
"That woman is interested in you too."
"What are you talking about? It's my first time here."
"It's because you're impressive. Your face is handsome, you brim with initiative. And you radiate vitality from your whole body."
"Vitality?"
"Mm, an aura. That is..."
Yura placed a finger against Jiha's jaw.
The succubus, having turned the man to face her, fumbled for an explanation.
"An energy you emit, I suppose? I don't precisely know myself. Overflowing with drive, brimming with vigor, maybe?"
"Virile?"
"Yes, that's it. A proactive man is truly attractive."
Come to think of it, back on Earth, Jiha had never seen anyone who worked as hard as he did.
Clawing out of a bottom-feeder's life had meant working like no one else.
That was how he'd shot upward and snagged the position of executive personal secretary.
"..."
No, not just a secretary—more than that.
He'd become a high-ranking figure's confidant...
Jiha, drifting into memories of his Earth days, shook them off as Yura's touch brought him back.
Her white fingers had been grazing his jaw, the faintest touch, and now she was touching even the nape of his neck.
It was erotic.
A succubus with an exceptionally voluptuous chest pressed close, tenderly stroking his jaw—as a man, there was no way he wouldn't register it.
Moreover, Yura's gaze on Jiha was brimming with pure affection.
'Now that I think about it, it's been a while since I was with Yura.'
Absorbed with taking in Asira, circumstances had rarely lined up for him to be alone with Yura.
"Hold on."
"..."
At Jiha's word, Yura, regretful, withdrew her hand.
This seduction, using the rain as an excuse—she wanted more time with just the two of them.
Having launched the fact-finding committee, Jiha had become Waris's ruler in name and reality, and had been buried in work.
No, things were only going to get busier.
"..."
It hadn't even been two hours since he'd been with Narsha.
Yet the moment Yura touched him, desire flared up again.
He knew it well, but succubi truly excelled at drawing a man in.
'And among the women, Yura is pulling ahead the fastest.'
Enril had resolved to turn a blind eye to the other women, and Leticia was only now grasping the situation and fretting.
Asira was still completely in the dark.
Jiha said, "There's Asira."
"Huh?"
"If the two of us share a room at the hotel, Asira will find out. Too many eyes here to control the information."
Right now, Asira had no idea about the physical relationship between Yura and Jiha.
She was under the illusion that she was doing it on Yura's behalf.
Yura spoke with effort.
"...Even if she found out now, she wouldn't get terribly angry."
"Maybe, but I'd rather make it perfect. Besides, didn't you tell me to look forward to it?"
Jiha spoke with a sly grin.
The enticement that Yura and Asira, the two women, would please Jiha together.
"I'm really looking forward to the three of us."
"Yes."
Yura understood, yet she couldn't fully hide the wistful light in her eyes.
Smack.
So Jiha gave her cheek a light kiss.
"But this much affection is fine. Even if Asira finds out, it's not a problem."
"Ah."
Yura touched the cheek where Jiha's lips had just been and didn't know what to do with herself.
Hesitant, blushing, she still asked.
"...May I do it for you?"
"Yeah, go ahead."
With permission granted, Yura leaned further toward Jiha.
Mwah.
She pressed her lips against his cheek, deep and warm.
The demure beauty with red hair initiated a kiss on his cheek and remained there for a long moment.
Her fumbling hand clutched the hem of Jiha's clothes and clung to him.
"Mmm."
Reluctantly pulling her lips away, Yura returned to the same spot and repeated the kiss.
Lick.
Then she dragged her tongue across Jiha's cheek.
"Yura."
"Ah, ah, I'm sorry."
Startled, Yura quickly withdrew her tongue.
But the way she stared heatedly at Jiha's cheek showed she was barely restraining herself from doing more.
Laughing, Jiha surveyed the surroundings.
"..."
Men were glaring at Jiha with jealousy and fury.
To have such a beautiful succubus sitting beside him in a hotel cafe, attending to him.
Openly displaying such clingy affection in public, getting kissed on the cheek.
No doubt he'd be heading upstairs soon to enjoy himself further.
They were letting their imaginations run wild while struggling to swallow their resentment.
The women with them had noticed and were thoroughly disgusted.
The affectionate display between Jiha and Yura was inflicting tremendous collateral damage.
"They're dying of envy. Ease up on the casualties."
"...Honestly, Jiha."
Yura also looked around, then whispered so only Jiha could hear.
"Every woman here hates me right now. The succubus seducing their men."
"Really? Want me to set them straight?"
"No. It's fine. I'm used to it."
But Yura was a beauty who drew eyes just by sitting still.
Her demure face contrasted with her disproportionately full breasts, and the succubus's revealing attire combined to seize men's gazes and refuse to let go.
But above all else, what made Yura so appealing to men... was her gentle demeanor.
Enril and Leticia were beauties too, but both had fieriness that discouraged anyone from rashly approaching.
Yura, however, was so gentle that trying to strike up a conversation wouldn't provoke anger or threats.
Jiha picked up on that and tsked.
"A good personality is its own curse."
"...I used to worry about it, but not anymore. Because I have you."
Yura hugged Jiha's arm with both of hers and smiled with pure happiness.
Whether other men looked or not, whether other women felt jealous or not.
As long as Jiha was beside her, it was utterly, perfectly fine.
Just then, a familiar boy entered the tea house.
One of the street kids Uben employed as a messenger.
Spotting Jiha, the boy approached and held out a letter.
"Good work in this rain. Head back safely."
"Thank you!"
Jiha, acknowledging his hard work, gave him more coin than usual, and the boy bowed his head repeatedly before withdrawing.
Rustle.
Unfolding the letter immediately, Jiha checked its contents.
"Seems Purple's Uniques have arrived in Waris."
"What?"
Yura straightened her posture.
Purple had been dragging their feet, leaving only Leticia on standby in Waris.
Only once Blue Seal's four Uniques had gathered did they apparently rush to dispatch their own.
Jiha spoke with a grin.
"Two of them came, apparently. The witch Barjet and the Yogwi Pairan."
"If it's Pairan..."
"That's right. Pairan Amaut, who was once Asira's most trusted."
Pairan Amaut—the woman who had been Asira's former Super Rare.
Originally Blue Seal, she had defected to Purple Liberation through Kamain's machinations.
Upon learning of her, Jiha had sent a letter to Waris, hoping to summon and make use of her, but there'd been no word.
And now she had appeared as a Unique.
"She became a Unique, it says. But can you just become one because you want to?"
As far as Jiha knew, Uniques were those chosen and awakened during their adolescence.
"Well... I'm not sure myself. But it seems something happened within Purple for Pairan to newly become a Unique."
"I see."
If she had ties to Asira, he could leverage that to dig deeper.
"They've arrived at City Hall. Let's go."
Time for pleasure was over.
Jiha rose from his seat.
Two Uniques this time, was it?
Then in the process of taming them both, he'd secure a justification for independence.
The day to hoist his banner proudly was drawing near.