Chapter 213 Internal Cleanup -10
Chapter 213 Internal Cleanup -10
At Jiha's words, Lijin's dark eyes wavered.
"What does that...."
Instead of answering, Jiha brought his lips close to her face. Lijin reflexively turned her head away to avoid them.
"You can't do this...."
Lijin pleaded in a trembling voice.
"If you keep doing this, I might... get the wrong idea."
Lijin was in love with Jiha.
Jiha knew it, and Lijin knew that Jiha knew.
Even so, the two of them had avoided bringing it up.
No, it was because Lijin seemed to want it left unspoken that Jiha had never broached the subject.
"If I start fooling myself into thinking I'm the mistress of this house... I'll only become a burden to you."
"You're not that stupid."
"......."
Lijin's self-restraint was superhuman.
Even as she loved Jiha, she suppressed those feelings and cast herself as a conversation partner alongside the women he'd taken in. And she carried out that role flawlessly, without ever showing a crack.
When it came to mental fortitude alone, she might well be stronger than anyone Jiha knew—perhaps even stronger than him.
"Still... there are no 'what ifs' in this world."
"So you'll spend the rest of your life just cleaning up after other women?"
"......."
"Will you treat a night in my arms as a one-time memory, and refuse me because you're afraid you might be loved, then abandoned again?"
When Lijin hesitated, Jiha took hold of her chin with his hand and stroked her lips.
His thumb pressed down on her pleasingly full, pink lips, and her face flushed as her lips parted of their own accord.
It was an instinctive reaction—her body opening up out of sheer happiness at his touch. No matter how much she tried to suppress it with reason, both her body and her heart craved Jiha's touch.
Without thrusting his fingers straight in, Jiha traced them over her now-parted lips.
Realizing she had reacted, that the fondness she'd kept carefully bottled up had been discovered, Lijin looked down at Jiha with an expression close to tears.
The feelings she had held back for so long finally burst free.
"Ah...."
Lijin lowered her head and pressed her lips to his first.
As the woman clumsily initiated the kiss, Jiha pulled her into his arms and extended his tongue. Not even knowing how to properly handle a man's tongue, Lijin quickly parted her lips to welcome it in.
Slurp. Suck.
She sucked and licked at his tongue, filled with a yearning to please him, to press their bodies together at once. Jiha let her do as she wished while he grabbed her buttocks and settled her onto his lap.
Riiip.
Jiha roughly tore away part of her black pantyhose, and his fingers headed for her underwear.
"Haa, haa...."
Lost in the kiss with Jiha, Lijin traced her tongue over his lips before pressing her own to his once more. At the woman's impatient, overeager impulse, Jiha caught her arm and stopped her.
"Ah...."
Coming back to her senses, Lijin realized what she'd been doing and was aghast.
The feelings she'd held back so desperately in front of Jiha—even after spending the night with him—had burst out all at once.
As reason returned, an intense light of regret surfaced on her face.
"I-I'm sorry, sir."
When Lijin hurriedly tried to get up, Jiha tightened his grip on her arm and stopped her.
"It's just the two of us, and you're still calling me that."
"......."
Lijin, who had once even sought permission to call him Jiha when they were alone, was now keeping a distance in her address. She knew that if she addressed him that way, she would lose control.
Into the woman's secret crack—her desperate effort to hold her own heart down—Jiha's fingers slipped.
"Hngh. Ngh...."
At the sudden rush of pleasure, Lijin's hips trembled and a plaintive moan escaped her.
Jiha pushed her slightly damp underwear aside to open a gap. When he slowly rubbed her with his fingers, nectar promptly began to pour out. As if asking why he had stayed away so long, she slicked his fingers with a sticky wetness, tempting him to push them inside at once.
"Ah, you can't...."
Lijin tried to push against Jiha's chest and rise, but there was no strength at all in her arms. The moment Jiha touched her, all the tension had drained from her body.
Ignoring her resistance, Jiha slowly rubbed along her cleft. Even as Lijin trembled and tried to flee from his arms, her struggles had no force behind them.
On the contrary, the cleft grew wetter, tempting him to enter at once. The exact opposite of its owner's will.
"If you keep treating me so tenderly...."
"You're the one who nagged me to treat women kindly."
At Jiha's words, Lijin shook her head firmly.
"Th-That's about the other ladies. I...."
Jiha ignored the rest of her words and pressed his lips to hers.
Just the gentle pressure of his lips made Lijin's body flinch, and the strength drained from her limbs as she'd been trying to resist.
Then Jiha's fingers pushed into the waiting cleft.
"Hnnp...."
The woman's cry rang out inside the man's mouth.
As her closely pressing body quivered, Jiha savored the sticky inner flesh contracting around him before slowly withdrawing.
"Ha, haht. Haaang...."
Lijin's hands, braced against Jiha's shoulders, trembled violently. Her head bowed and her body shivering, she was already aroused past endurance from his fingers alone.
A woman's climax is vastly influenced by emotional connection.
Lijin's body was heating up, overjoyed by Jiha's touch.
Without pulling his fingers out completely, Jiha hooked them at the entrance and slowly scraped the inside, making Lijin's shoulders heave.
"Ngh. Hnngh. Hnnng...."
Unable to believe the pleasure coursing through her, and desperate to keep Jiha from discovering her true heart, she tried to endure somehow—but it was a futile struggle.
When Jiha persistently stimulated the inner flesh near the entrance, the inside suddenly contracted and clamped down tightly. Lijin's shoulders trembled as a sobbing sound escaped her.
"Hnng, nnn. Ha. Ah. Aaah.... Aaah...."
Try as she might to hold it in, the uncontrollable quivering gave way to a piteous, panting moan that rang out sweetly.
Just those few strokes from Jiha's fingers had sent Lijin over the edge.
It was the result of all her pent-up desire, suppressed for so long, swelling up at once as her body and mind explosively heated up—simply overwhelmed with joy that Jiha was actually touching her.
"Haa, haa...."
Lijin's hips twitched as she gasped for breath.
Before, at least there had been the excuse that she'd been driven into a heat-like state from his direct Bloodsucking. Now, there was no such excuse.
Having revealed her body and heart to this man without any concealment, Lijin let out an accusing voice.
"...Of all people, to be this kind to me... you're so cruel."
"Yeah."
"I'm not supposed to get my hopes up...."
Lijin wanted Jiha to know her feelings but pretend he didn't.
Starved of affection, she craved being loved but was afraid of being abandoned again, so she shrank from expressing it.
If Jiha had merely demanded her body, she could have hidden her inner happiness and accepted it as part of her duties. But Jiha had gone straight for her heart first.
Lijin poured out feelings she would never normally reveal.
"...I want to stay by your side. More than ever, so... I don't want to make a mistake by getting the wrong idea."
"Alright."
Lijin's self-restraint resembled Jiha's own.
If Jiha prioritized his goals and guarded against being distracted by lust, Lijin guarded against exposing her own heart in order to remain at Jiha's side.
"I-I can't bear children. And I can't fight for you either...."
"At least up until now, you haven't been a useless woman."
Jiha spoke calmly.
"Keep doing what you've been doing. This is your reward."
For the other women, Lijin was the one who soothed and pacified them.
Then who pacified Lijin herself?
It had to be Jiha.
And besides... watching Lijin's self-restraint was like looking into a mirror.
The direction might be similar, but the motive was different.
Jiha exercised restraint as a leader out of necessity. Lijin's self-restraint was born from anxiety—the fear that if she made a mistake by giving in to her feelings, Jiha might cast her aside.
"...A reward, you say?"
Raising her head, Lijin repeated the word in a dazed tone, as if she had never considered such a thing.
It was the reaction of a child surprised by an unexpected present.
"Yes."
"...It's a reward. Yeah. I've worked hard... he said...."
As Lijin repeated the words like she was telling them to herself, Jiha pulled down his trousers and freed his erection. Fully engorged, he pulled the woman into his embrace and turned her to face away from him. Holding Lijin by the hips, Jiha lowered her body toward his erect member.
"Ah, hahk...."
Lost in thought, Lijin reflexively tried to flee as he pushed into her. But Jiha held her hips firmly in place to stop her.
Her body, poised on her thighs, stiffened with tension—then awoke to pleasure.
Savoring the changes in the woman's body, Jiha pressed Lijin down and slowly pushed inside.
"Nnng, hnnngh...."
It was their second night together, but Jiha's member slid into Lijin without difficulty. Already soaking wet from the climax he'd given her once, the slick cave welcomed him with no resistance, clamping down tight.
As Jiha's length sank into her with a weighty presence, Lijin wrapped her arms around his neck and panted frantically.
"Haa, haa. Nnng. J-Jiha...."
Even through their clothes, Jiha could feel Lijin's body growing warmly heated.
The slightly rough bumps inside scraped snugly against his shaft.
Lijin was a type rich in inner folds—when she was embraced and entered, the delicate scraping against his length felt wonderful.
"Fuuuuh."
Jiha wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her into close contact. Even without fully undressing, the pressure of her soft breasts against him transmitted her warmth, creating a subtle excitement.
Squeeze.
Holding Lijin's hips, Jiha began to move his own hips slowly while still seated. The half-elf, seated facing him atop his thighs and receiving his length, let out an even sweeter cry at the motion.
"Ha, hng. Hnnngh...."
Never having imagined she'd end up in Jiha's arms tonight, the half-elf pressed herself even tighter against his body as if she would never let go. He thrust into the woman who so greedily clung to him, refusing to be separated, then pulled out, then thrust back in to the hilt—more nectar welling up with each stroke. The slickness inside heightened the pleasure of movement.
"Ah, aah. Haaang... Jiha...."
Smack!
When Jiha's palm lightly slapped her rear, Lijin's eyes snapped open as she straightened her back. Startled by the sudden spank, she had no idea what she'd done wrong; she simply gazed at Jiha with dazed eyes.
"Who am I?"
"Ji...."
Lijin faltered under Jiha's gaze. Growing suddenly shy, she answered cautiously.
"...Jiha."
"That's right. When it's just the two of us."
Having given her the right answer, Jiha thrust upward, timing his rhythm to grip Lijin's hips and rock her. At the same time, he pressed his lips onto her white shoulder. It was the spot Narsha had struck. Cosmetic healing had erased every trace, but when Jiha kept pressing his lips over that spot, Lijin could no longer hold back and covered his mouth with hers.
"Nn, nnng."
This was the way the man holding her said—without words—that he had secretly been worried.
Deep inside the female college-student secretary's heart, something buoyed upward, and she clung to him mindlessly.
"Hnnp, hnng...."
As the woman cast aside her usual restrained reason, kissing him fervently and openly courting him, Jiha lightly returned her affections while persistently attacking the clamping inner flesh.
When he withdrew, he pulled out more firmly; when he thrust in, he pierced deeper. Unable to endure, Lijin cried out.
"Ha, haht. J-Jiha. W-Wait a moment...."
Instead of stopping, Jiha kissed Lijin while grinding even more broadly. At that, the inside clamped down harder than ever, squeezing his length in a delicious, tightening pressure. It was a motion that milked him, urging him to finish—but Jiha calmly rode the waves of pleasure.
The sitting position made it easier, since it wasn't a position allowing deep penetration. Having climaxed again from just this seated coupling, Lijin's body—her heart melted by Jiha correcting her form of address and kissing her shoulder—dissolved, her body following suit. Perhaps as a rebound from all the suppression and self-denial, she was reacting sensitively to Jiha's every movement.
"Ha, haa-uh. I-I'm... sorry."
Lijin's eyes were unfocused as she apologized with a tongue that barely cooperated. She had realized that she herself had climaxed twice while Jiha remained perfectly composed.
"Can you go more?"
"......."
Lijin nodded dazedly. In her blurred, drenched eyes, there was only the woman's adorable greed—a desire to satisfy the man she loved.
"Alright, then...."
Jiha took hold of Lijin's hips and lifted her body.
"Ah, hnnngh."
As his length pulled out, strongly pressing the inside, Lijin shook her head piteously and tried to stifle her moans. Even while still hazy from the lingering pleasure, she was apologetic for not having satisfied Jiha.
Jiha spoke lightly.
"Brace your hands on the desk and stick your hips out."
"...Yes."
Though embarrassed, Lijin followed Jiha's instruction—bracing the desk with her hands and presenting her rear. Her long legs, stretching all the way up from her black high heels, made it clear that elven blood ran in her veins.
A rear wrapped in black pantyhose, torn open to allow entry. From the heated cleft, sticky nectar flowed down, running along her inner thighs—as if urging him to enter at once, promising she would satisfy him this time without fail.
A man's dream. The boss doting on his female secretary—such a scenario was unfolding right before his eyes.