Chapter 26: Hierarchy - 8
Chapter 26: Hierarchy - 8
"I, um..."
Even as Yura hesitated and stepped back, Jiha didn't press her.
"Go ahead, if that's what you want. If you refuse, I'll talk to Enril instead."
"......."
Yura froze.
His guess had been right, and he continued smoothly.
"They must have told you to find out about me from the Legend, to gather some information. Probably told you to win me over if necessary. Maybe threw in an offer to look more favorably on the entire succubus species if you succeeded this time. Didn't they?"
"......."
Seeing the surprise on Yura's face confirmed it.
The back-and-forth in a faction struggle was predictable.
Anyone who'd worked as a pawn for the powerful could see it clearly.
'Team leaders who've each built connections with the executive vice president and the senior vice president—that's Yura and Enril. And the order came down from above: feel out the new employee who's been fast-tracked recently over drinks.'
And given her personality, Yura couldn't possibly have racked up a record in factional infighting and political intrigue.
"If you make it as enjoyable for me as last time, I'll give your side's proposal some thought."
"Th-that's..."
Yura's voice trailed off, completely at a loss.
He was reading her personality and pushing hard.
An ordinary high-ranking woman in Warsland would have sneered at such a proposal and tried to crush him with force.
What's the point of a threat without muscle behind it?
If you don't join us, we can simply kill you.
Yura had the capability to do exactly that. If it came to a fight right now, Jiha would be on the defensive.
But that wasn't the kind of person Yura was.
Jiha was using her personality and the political situation together to press his demand.
Give him her body.
"A man rests by holding a woman. Even more so when life is so uncertain you never know when you'll die."
"......."
Her face flushed, Yura stared down at her toes.
While she struggled with it, Jiha leisurely swept his gaze over her curvaceous body.
As he pressed his advantage, carnal desire flared, and he felt himself harden below.
Perhaps sensing his gaze, Yura's eyes drifted toward his groin.
She stared blankly for a moment, then quickly averted her eyes when she caught his look, but it was far too late.
"Would... would it be enough if I... did it like last time?"
The hesitant succubus asked in a voice barely above a whisper.
"Depends on how you do it."
"Then..."
Her face bright red, Yura gave a tiny nod.
Having finally steeled herself, she glanced around and spoke in a hushed murmur.
"I, um... l-let's go somewhere else."
"No. Right here, right now."
When Jiha remained stubborn, Yura looked lost.
She had gathered her resolve, but performing such a lewd act in the open space of a library was a heavy burden.
Even though the last time had also been in broad daylight in the infirmary.
"Quickly, before I change my mind."
"......."
Her lips twitching, Yura approached Jiha with hesitant steps.
It took her a long while to actually reach him. Once there, she slowly bent her upper body and reached toward his groin.
Her touch was trembling, but desire was already swirling in her eyes again.
Reason was following along unwillingly, but a succubus's instinct was awakening. Jiha didn't miss that opening and rose to his feet.
"Ah...!"
He wrapped an arm around Yura's neck and pushed her down onto the sofa. When he suddenly pounced, Yura found herself pinned underneath him without a chance to move.
Straddling her smooth stomach, Jiha loomed over her and looked down at her silently.
"What..."
Pinned down, Yura couldn't comprehend what was happening and panicked. Her eyes trembled, afraid of what was to come.
But she didn't pull her body away. Didn't even raise her Mana.
Frightened, but not trying to flee.
"I'm tired of waiting."
"Wai—. Nngh."
Yura tried to speak, but Jiha's hand roughly groped and squeezed her chest.
Her breasts were so large they overflowed even a two-handed grip, distorting inside his clutching fingers.
The way the soft flesh struggled and slipped out between his fingers was obscene.
"Hnn, ngh..."
Her clothing was little more than a scrap of fabric. Jiha tore it away violently, seized a massive breast in each hand, and kneaded them with both hands.
Even spreading all five fingers greedily couldn't cover half of them. He ravaged her voluptuous breasts brutally.
How many men must have agonized over the desire to touch these breasts?
How many men must have masturbated while fantasizing about these breasts?
The thought made Jiha's hands tighten, and the breasts bulged and distorted even more severely.
Despite their size, they didn't sag. The firm elasticity that strained against his grip and seemed to fight its way out only added fuel to his desire.
"Ah, hnn... Ahh."
Even under the rough groping, Yura only let out aching moans, showing no sign of real pain.
As he stared down at her face, Jiha abruptly stopped his hands.
"......."
The moment Jiha pulled back, Yura looked up at him with frightened eyes.
Her eyes glistening with moisture, she made a small plea.
"Pl-please, stop doing this..."
"If you really hated it, couldn't you just beat me down? Don't tell me you're on some non-violent pacifist route in Warsland?"
At Jiha's words, Yura trembled and couldn't answer.
She wore a pitiful expression as if she might burst into tears at any moment, but Jiha didn't let it slide.
This was a fake expression.
'No, it's probably real, too—though she'd never admit it.'
Yura herself refused to acknowledge it, but her body was craving a man.
Every time Jiha kneaded her breasts, he felt her hips twitch in response.
"You put on quite a show of denial for someone who wants me to touch her."
"I have no such thoughts... Hyaah."
When Jiha resumed groping her breasts, Yura's brow furrowed pitifully as a feverish moan escaped her.
His hands worked each breast individually, then smoothed them together, rubbing one against the other.
Just from having her chest fondled, Yura's face was flushed red and beaded with sweat.
Her breasts alone had her utterly aroused.
"You have an unbelievably lewd body."
"......It's not lewd. Please don't say things like that."
Yura's voice was tearful as she protested, and instead of answering, Jiha used his fingers to pinch the small peaks.
Cradled upon a snowy white plain, the pink buds hardened as he caught one between his thumb and forefinger and rubbed.
"Hng, mmph... Haa. Ah... Hyaah."
They stiffened and grew the moment he toyed with them.
Each time his fingertips teased the peak, Yura sobbed faintly and shook her head side to side.
"Hnf, hnn... Nngh."
She tried desperately to suppress the sounds, but moans kept leaking out.
When Jiha pinched and lifted with his fingertips, her tightly pursed lips parted.
"Haaah, haht. Nngh!"
As the huge breast was pulled upward, she let out a stifled cry mixing pain and pleasure that she couldn't hold back.
When Jiha released his grip, the breast jiggled back into place with a soft bounce.
"Haa, hah, hah..."
Shuddering, Yura belatedly seemed to come to her senses and covered her chest with both arms.
It was a simple, reflexive thought: she had to block it, even this late, now that her breasts had been toyed with so much.
But Jiha had already shifted his position. He pushed his thigh between her legs and looked down at her.
Yura didn't understand what this posture meant. Covering her chest with effort, she simply looked up at Jiha with tearful eyes.
Unaware that it only tempted a man further.
"Move your hands."
"S-stop."
"Really?"
Jiha asked while pressing his knee forward.
When his knee pressed firmly against her intimate place, Yura's eyes flew wide open and a frail moan escaped her.
"Wh-what..."
She trembled as if jolted by electricity, and when his knee lifted away, she gasped for breath.
As she struggled to catch her breath, Jiha pressed his knee in again, firmly, rhythmically.
"Hnn, haaht. Aaahh... Ah, no, stop..."
Each time Jiha's knee applied pressure, Yura panted hard.
"Is it really no?"
"Hnn, haaah. Haan... I-it's wrong, but..."
Unlike the earlier brief pressing, this long, grinding pressure made Yura shudder uncontrollably.
"Nngh! Ah, M-Mister Jiha! Ah, aah..."
When Jiha withdrew his knee after that sustained friction, Yura was completely spent, gasping for air.
Her eyes were dazed and unfocused, and her sweat-sheened face showed no sign of resistance left.
When Jiha grabbed the arms that were covering her chest and lifted them above her head, she didn't resist.
The voluptuous breasts were exposed in broad daylight once more. Pressed tightly together, the abundant cleavage boasted a deep valley. At the center of each breast, a pink nub stood proudly erect.
Jiha slowly lowered his head toward those tiny cherries decorating a pure white cream cake.
"Ah... ah..."
Yura made a frightened noise, as if she knew what was coming.
She tried to cover herself with her arms again, but her slender wrists were already pinned firmly in Jiha's grip, immobile.
If she truly meant to resist, she would have used her Mana, but the succubus pinned beneath him only trembled.
Jiha moved deliberately slowly.
To let her know that whatever he did, she would have to accept it.
"......Ngh."
As Jiha's lips neared within a hair's breadth, Yura's body quivered, and her small nipples trembled lewdly.
It was impossible to tell if the movement was an attempt to flee or a provocation.
Jiha didn't take the nipple into his mouth immediately. Instead, he closed his lips on the flesh right beside it, sinking his teeth deep into the soft white breast.
"Hah, haaht."
At the unexpected turn, Yura's body convulsed.
A woman who had never known a man was now feeling a pleasure many times greater than what his hands had given her.
Jiha traced a circle with his head, taking her left breast fully into his mouth before pulling away, over and over.
At the same time, his fingers rubbed the nipple on the opposite side, making Yura flinch every time.
"Haa, haak. Haak..."
With no more protests of refusal, Jiha kept her frail, sobbing body pinned down and savored her breasts as he pleased.
Knowing he was feasting freely on the plump, tense, resilient breasts that other men had only drooled over and touched in their dreams made his erection throb painfully.
Unable to hold back his desire any longer, Jiha's lips closed around a nipple.
"Hnng! Hyaat."
Yura's hips bucked violently as he toyed with the highly sensitized bud.
It was a motion that pressed her own breast against his face. The soft flesh buried his face, cutting off his air, but Jiha calmly rolled the nipple with his lips.
Slurp. Smack. Schlllk.
"Ah, ah. Aaaah..."
Wrapping one arm around her lifted hips, Jiha sucked on the nipple with lewd noises.
As his lips drew on the tiny bud, the succubus convulsed and cried out in torment. Unable to bear the tingling pleasure spreading through her, her hips kept jerking upward.
"Ahh, hnng, M-Mister Jiha..."
As she writhed and clawed at the sofa, her hand seemed to slide downward subtly. Before long, it was caressing his groin through his pants.
'Ngh...'
A chilling pleasure surged up his thighs, and Jiha, who had been sucking her nipple, faltered.
When he stopped moving, her slender hand, as if seized by its own curiosity, tore his pants down like she was ripping them off.
The succubus's hand kneaded his rock-hard shaft gently.
"......Guh."
Her touch was bewitching. As Jiha endured the pleasure and continued sucking her nipple, Yura looked down at him with moist eyes and kept her hand moving.
Her five fingers formed a ring, gripping his manhood with no gap before beginning to stroke it with exquisite pressure.
Suppressing the groan rising inside him, Jiha pulled his mouth away from her chest. Her dazzlingly white breasts were already smeared with his saliva.
Yura was caressing his length tenderly with an expression full of desperate longing.
A look that seemed to ask whether he would be satisfied with just her hand—or whether she meant that her hand alone should be enough.
Jiha didn't hesitate and yanked down Yura's lower garment. Since her outfit was little more than underwear, her lewdly soaked private parts were revealed.
Yura, who had been stroking his shaft, suddenly shook her head as if she had just come to her senses.
"Y-you can't. You can't do this, Mister Jiha."
Despite her words, the hand stroking his length didn't stop.
When Jiha looked down at her, Yura turned her body sideways and pressed her knees to her chest, trying to hide her secret place.
Not that lying on her side made it any less visible.
Cowering, Yura pleaded in a terrified, coaxing tone, her face horrified.
"I'll... do it for you like last time, so..."
Ignoring her plea to be satisfied with just her mouth and hands, Jiha grasped his grotesquely swollen shaft and pushed forward.
Lying on her side didn't mean he couldn't enter her.
As his length approached her slick, wet hole, Yura tried belatedly to get up.
Irritated, Jiha pressed her shoulder and thigh down firmly with both hands.
"Stay still."
"Ah, but I can't..."
"I can't hold back anymore."
Having reached the entrance, his shaft pulsed fiercely. Yura stared at it with frightened eyes, then froze solid.
But desire was flickering in those red eyes.
"M-Mister Jiha. If you do this..."
Having pinned the cowering, terrified succubus so she couldn't move, Jiha pushed his hips forward.
No man got this far and just stopped.