Chapter 212 Internal Cleanup -9
Chapter 212 Internal Cleanup -9
Lijin reflexively crossed her arms over her chest and started to step back.
Jiha simply watched her from where he sat, and she stopped retreating. Carefully, she spoke.
"Jiha, shouldn't you be going to see Lady Narsha right now? You can pretend not to notice, but she is deeply starved for affection, so you really ought to soothe her."
"Isn't that your story?"
"......."
Lijin flinched. The remark had struck home.
A moment later, she managed an awkward smile.
"I truly am grateful that you look after me, but......."
"You gave Narsha a heads-up, didn't you?"
"......."
Jiha had hit the mark again.
"You told her, 'I'll soothe the Chief and bring him to your room, so just wait without worrying,' right?"
"......You know everything, don't you."
The precise details might differ, but Lijin's thinking was completely transparent to him.
When the north wind blows, the sun must provide its embrace. That was simply how it worked.
Lijin kept her chest covered with her arms and turned her head away, her voice low.
"If you know so much, then why on earth......."
"Come here."
Lijin hesitated for a long moment, then bit down hard on her lip and approached with reluctant steps.
She knew that once Jiha had made up his mind, resisting was pointless.
She stopped in front of him where he sat in his chair.
Her pale breasts, cupped in a provocative black brassiere, were something she was still trying to conceal with her arms.
They were just the right size to fill a hand, and the smooth white skin refused to stay completely hidden.
Jiha deliberately fixed his gaze on her chest as though fascinated, and Lijin's face slowly reddened.
"......Jiha, I am sorry, but today my body isn't feeling well, so perhaps next time......."
"Now you're lying to me, too."
"......."
For Lijin, it was a remarkably clumsy lie.
Rather than touch her right away, Jiha looped an arm around Lijin's waist and simply looked up at her.
"......."
Lijin averted her eyes, seemingly unable to meet his gaze.
Exposing herself like this was humiliating, but that wasn't the only reason.
When Jiha only kept staring, Lijin couldn't bear it any longer and opened her mouth.
"......If you don't go today, Lady Narsha will only grow more unstable."
"And you're stable?"
"I can take care of myself......."
Ssssht.
Jiha's hand pulled down Lijin's dress skirt as she was trying to protest.
Her panties were exposed, and her face grew even redder.
As the skirt came down, Jiha lightly grabbed her revealed backside. The slightly coarse texture of the pantyhose and the plush springiness of her rear clung to his hand.
Lijin bit down on her lip and tried not to react. As if doing so might make Jiha stop.
"It's been a long time since I had you, hasn't it? And yet, watching you, no one would ever know you've shared a bed with me."
"What do you mean by......."
"I bet even Yura finds you ambiguous. Your self-control is practically inhuman."
Yura kept a close grasp on the female relationships around Jiha.
And even Yura couldn't get a read on Lijin.
That said everything about how superhumanly Lijin suppressed her own heart and feelings.
"On top of that, your dress skirts have oddly gotten longer. And there's absolutely no exposed skin on your upper body."
"That is......."
"'I'm beneath the other women around him, so I mustn't get the wrong idea—better not to hope, because hoping only leads to disappointment.'"
As Jiha laid it out, Lijin's complexion turned pale.
"Yet despite all that, you wore pretty underwear. I like it."
"Thank you......."
"You saw me checking even Leticia's underwear and calculated that I'm the kind of man who pays attention to women's lingerie, didn't you?"
After pulling her close and offering praise, Jiha resumed dissecting her, and Lijin was at a loss for words.
The man was picking her apart, detail by detail, as if he had walked directly in and out of her heart—every single answer was right.
Jiha spoke.
"Take off your clothes."
"......."
Lijin couldn't bring herself to move.
Even if she had shared her body with Jiha, it had been for a single night, and she had been in heat—her reason had largely abandoned her.
Being ordered to undress herself was an incredibly difficult demand for Lijin as well.
"You wanted a moment like this. That's why you even changed into new underwear. Just in case I might see it."
"......That is not true."
"Then you were expecting some other man to see?"
"......."
Lijin clamped her mouth shut, but embarrassment coloring her face, she finished unbuttoning her white blouse.
Next, her hands moved to her lower garment, but she hesitated.
Jiha said flatly,
"You're pretty. Makes me want to undress you myself."
"......."
As Jiha's hand slid from her waist up her back, relief washed over Lijin's face.
Once the situation shifted from undressing herself to being undressed by him, she could relax.
And hearing the man say he was pleased with her—she inwardly felt satisfied that her choice had not been wrong.
It was a difference of perspective between men and women. A man who had already shared her bed almost never showed interest in her underwear or spoke about it—he had already experienced what was inside.
But a woman wanted to adorn herself. For someone as rigorously self-denying as Lijin, this must have been the absolute limit of her desire.
As the man loosened the fastenings, the brassiere the woman had carefully selected slipped from her shoulders and fell away.
Her beautifully full, snow-white breasts and the shy pink buds at their centers—at his gaze, Lijin reflexively covered them with her arms again.
A futile resistance, and a woman's unavoidable shame.
Jiha slowly tightened his hold on her waist, making her lean forward. As her body grew unsteady, Lijin had to move her hands, searching for something to hold onto.
Her defenseless breasts naturally descended. Jiha opened his mouth.
The white breast was drawn into the man's dark mouth.
"Hah-ng......."
The moment her bud was sucked in, Lijin let out a moan and bit down hard on her lip.
Her mouth tried desperately to kill the sound, but her nipple quickly responded to Jiha's lips and heated up.
While rolling the stiffening bud with his tongue, Jiha lightly kneaded the backside encased in pantyhose.
Lijin's body collapsed further forward. She braced her hands against the back of the chair and struggled to stay upright.
His mouth sucked her breast, and his hand kneaded her rear. Enjoying the woman's charms all at once, the man rolled his tongue and tightened his grip with clear satisfaction.
"Nn, huu-ng......."
Lijin was plainly trying to suppress her moans, but each time Jiha sucked her nipple, her face melted, and her breathing grew faster.
She was doing her best to hide it, but her responses showed she had been waiting for him to do this for a long time. Jiha smiled faintly.
When he kneaded the pleasingly firm cheeks with both hands, the trembling of the surrounding flesh transmitted straight to his palms.
Jiha worked her somewhat roughly, deliberately making noise as he sucked hard on her nipple.
Zzup. Shhhuuup. Sssssp.
"Huuung, unnnnhhh......."
Assaulted from both sides, Lijin's jaw trembled, and the moans she had fought to suppress finally escaped.
No matter how she pretended otherwise, she was a novice—her only experience was the single night she had given to Jiha. She couldn't withstand her body's heated response.
When Jiha openly studied her melting face, Lijin blushed and blurted out in her fluster,
"I-I'm fine."
"You were a little out of it last time, weren't you? Today, I'll take my time."
Smack!
Jiha's palm struck her stocking-clad backside.
"Hyaak!"
Struck without warning, Lijin straightened her back, thoroughly at a loss.
Jiha watched with enjoyment as the breasts he had just been sucking bounced upward, then struck the exact same spot once more.
This time with a little more force.
Smmaaack!
"Ah-hhng......."
Lijin's torso, which had straightened, folded forward again, bringing her chest near once more.
Jiha opened his mouth and only extended his tongue, slowly lapping around the now fully hardened bud.
He started by gently licking the surrounding areola, then made a slow approach toward the nipple itself—drawing near, then pulling back, over and over—and Lijin squeezed her eyes shut, her body trembling.
The pain of being spanked and the pleasure of having her chest teased mixed together until she couldn't tell one from the other anymore.
Every time Jiha's tongue came teasingly close to her nipple—touching it faintly, then slipping away with feigned innocence—Lijin's eyebrows quivered.
"N-No, you mustn't. Jiha....... If you do this with me......."
"What exactly 'mustn't I do'?"
Normally, those were the kinds of inner thoughts she would conceal, but under Jiha's onslaught, Lijin's reason was crumbling.
Jiha withdrew his tongue and kneaded her chest with his hand instead.
He squeezed and toyed with the breasts that were now faintly sheened with sweat and pleasant to the touch, then slowly teased her nipple again with his fingertips.
"Hu, unnn......."
"You're enjoying it this much, so why can't I?"
"I-I'm not enjoying it. Hyaah-ng!"
Thwack!
Jiha's palm struck her rear again, and Lijin let out a keening cry.
The demure half-elf who had been toyed with by Jiha's mouth and tongue had already melted entirely, body and mind.
When the hand that had just hit her began gently rubbing her backside instead, her waist trembled between tension and pleasure.
As if she feared the man would strike again.
As if she wanted the man to strike again.
"You keep being stubborn."
"That......."
Lijin desperately held back the pleasure while also fearing that the hand rubbing her rear might strike harshly at any moment, and she spoke in a low voice.
"You have other women, Jiha......."
"So I shouldn't waste my stamina on you? Because you're beneath all the others?"
"......."
Of course, Jiha had considered that kind of thing privately as well.
The women he had tamed all hoped he would come to them at night.
Even Narsha, despite the tantrum she would throw, would ultimately end up gasping if Jiha pinned her down.
Jiha knew this but deliberately restrained himself. Because he considered his stamina to be, quite literally, a resource—one of the assets he could deploy.
Him seeking a woman out and spending the night with her was no different from a king bestowing his favor on his wives and concubines.
Yes, a king.
Jiha already ruled as a king over those who followed him.
Leticia, Enril, Yura, Asira, even Narsha—deep down, all of them were probably hoping he would come to them tonight.
But Jiha had only one body, and beyond that, he had his goals. He was making a conscious effort not to drown in lust.
The women he had taken were all exceptionally beautiful, their bodies exquisite—perfect for completely ruining a man.
An ordinary man, from the moment he took Enril or Yura, would have clung to them every single day without fail.
But because Jiha had not done so, because he had prioritized his objectives, he had built a major power in a short time and now stood on the verge of independence.
Ultimately, it's a battle for favor.
The signs were beginning to show.
The women tamed by Jiha would eventually grow jealous of one another.
They wouldn't go against Jiha, of course, but the possibility of covert strife was more than real.
In fact, after Jiha had assigned each of his four Uniques their own missions and set them to work, he had noticed them privately keeping tabs on one another.
Thus, when Jiha visited and spent the night with one, it gave her the joy of being loved and a sense of achievement.
Jiha had designed things to be received exactly that way.
As Jiha kept caressing the spot on her black-stockinged rear where he had struck her, Lijin gasped out between breaths,
"That...... The night you spent with Lady Leticia, you left a mark, didn't you?"
"Someone saw."
Before the fight with Lungtao, Jiha had deliberately left a kiss mark on her.
To show she had received his favor—so she could boast. To give Leticia confidence.
"......Yes. Lady Enril saw it, but she is pretending she didn't."
Jiha lightly squeezed her backside, and Lijin let out a tremulous sigh as she spoke.
Trying hard to calm her aroused body.
"So...... you mustn't do this with me. The other women will misunderstand me."
Lijin's role was to soothe and embrace the other women on behalf of Jiha, who could be somewhat severe.
But if it became known that Lijin herself was also receiving his favor, they would no longer see her as a confidante. They would see her as another target of jealousy and rivalry.
Lijin was trying to remain under him as a secretary, not as one of his women.
"Right. And?"
"Jiha, please......."
When Lijin desperately entreated him, Jiha stroked her cheek with his hand.
"You think what happened that night was a mistake."
"......."
Jiha had not originally intended to hold Lijin.
She was certainly attractive as a woman. With her black hair neatly braided and an innocent beauty that immediately brought to mind the image of an untainted college student.
But he had used her as a subordinate first, and depending on the situation, he had asked the question, and then he had taken her.
Jiha admitted it calmly.
"It wasn't planned."
"Then why on earth......."
Lijin knew perfectly well that Jiha wasn't doing this out of simple physical desire.
Jiha even used the act of spending the night as a reward granted to his women.
He restrained and employed even his own lust.
There was no reason for him to favor Lijin—a half-elf who wasn't even a Unique but a Normal without any combat ability.
At least, that was how Lijin saw herself, and she had kept her distance to avoid getting the wrong idea about Jiha.
Jiha declared with an even tone,
"I'm saying tonight is not a mistake."
A demure and pitiable half-elf, desperately suppressing the love in her heart for him.
Now he would make her completely his woman.