Chapter 304 New Hierarchy -4
Chapter 304 New Hierarchy -4
The office in the early evening.
Jiha, who had been handling all sorts of tasks, let his hands drop.
From army organization to enemy movements, to internal management.
No matter how much he handled, more kept piling up.
"Whew."
Knock, knock.
A knock sounded as if it had been waiting.
"Come in."
Click.
The person who entered was Yura, the red-haired succubus.
After carefully closing the door, Yura approached Jiha's desk with featherlight steps.
"All preparations for tomorrow's departure are complete, my lord Jiha."
"Good. And..."
"Yes, I will assist Lady Pairan diligently."
Since Pairan had far more combat experience, she would be the commanding officer, while Yura was the adjutant.
Pairan, who was once a Super Rare, had not only become a Unique overnight but had also snatched up the position of commander.
It was a personnel assignment that a prideful Unique might have resented.
But Yura showed not a single hint of such a feeling.
Gazing at the docile succubus's face, Jiha tapped the desk.
"The reason I'm sending you..."
"Should I simply keep an eye on Lady Pairan's activities?"
"......."
Jiha had tamed Pairan, and Pairan had also declared that the only path left for her was the Red Union.
For now, he could trust and make use of her.
But if the situation took a sharp turn for the worse, there was no telling how things would go.
That was why Jiha had attached his most reliable subordinate, Yura, who was completely subordinated to him, as an adjutant.
Just in case, on the off-chance.
But he hadn't expected Yura to pick up on this covert arrangement so immediately.
As Jiha gave her a puzzled look, Yura smiled bashfully.
"As you know, I can sense the feelings of the women who have feelings for you to some extent, Lord Jiha. I know Pairan's heart is in a complicated state as well. And that you cannot fully trust her."
"......."
The feelings Pairan held for Asira—Yura had observed them long before she even met Jiha.
And the fact that their relationship had become quite a tangled, complicated mess.
Yura approached and leaned forward, placing her hands on Jiha's knees before beaming up at him.
"It's all right. Lady Pairan won't harbor any other intentions because of Asira, after all. And if, on the slimmest chance, something does happen, I'll make sure it doesn't."
"All right, understood."
"Hmm, actually, I think it's a problem that would resolve itself if you cherished Asira and Pairan together, Lord Jiha."
"I suppose so."
Jiha answered with a wry smile.
The early days of building a faction were inherently busy, and now the whole situation had gone sideways because of the Double Trolling.
He didn't even have time to enjoy a woman.
Yura, who had been stroking Jiha's thigh, narrowed her eyes.
"...Since I'm leaving tomorrow, it will be hard for me to see you for a while too, won't it, Lord Jiha."
"It won't be long..."
Jiha paused mid-reply.
Smack.
Yura had leaned in and kissed him on the lips.
Lips that pressed lightly and then softly pulled away.
The moment Jiha tried to speak, Yura sat with her back to him on his lap.
The voluptuous succubus mounted him without a shred of self-consciousness.
She folded her arm back to wrap it around Jiha's neck, then kissed his cheek once more.
"...I'll be very lonely once I'm away from your side, Lord Jiha."
"Mm, this sly creature."
A beautiful woman with a demure impression sat unreservedly on his lap, rubbed her cheek against him, and planted a series of light kisses around his lips.
A blatant courtship display.
Jiha felt his mood relax when Yura murmured softly.
"Since you haven't come looking for me much lately. And now I won't see you for an even longer time."
"......."
Jiha's eyes unconsciously drifted to the documents on his desk.
Almost all of it was handled, but...
While he was mentally calculating his schedule, Yura licked his lips with her tongue.
Hotly and lewdly.
"Mm, you don't have to spend a long time on it. Just ten minutes, please."
"That's going to be difficult. If we're going to do it, it'll be three hours..."
Yura was too captivating. Once he took her into his arms, just once was never enough.
A succubus with a demure face who blushed shyly when their eyes met and whose every single gesture was gentle.
Yet her clothes barely concealed just her breasts and privates, dangerously so, and of her voluptuous figure, her especially large breasts were what a man fell hopelessly for.
Even Jiha, with his strong self-control, couldn't stop at just one time once he touched her.
Yura tilted her head back to lick the corner of Jiha's mouth as she whispered.
"Mm, no. You've got a lot of work to do too, Lord Jiha. That's why the other ladies also hold back even when they want to approach you first."
Everyone now knew that this was a critical period and that Jiha prioritized work over women.
When Jiha stuck out his tongue, Yura promptly caught it between her lips and sucked.
At the same time, she guided his hand to grab her breast.
The lewd caress of a woman sucking on his tongue; the moment his hand reflexively fondled the breast it had been led to, his mind began to unwind.
"Ah, mhm. Even Asira alone... would want to do this with you before she leaves, Lord Jiha. She's just... holding herself back."
"...You're a really wicked girl, you know that."
In truth, Asira had also secretly wanted to be held by Jiha before leaving.
But because the situation was chaotic, and because Jiha had promised her a next time, she had put the thought aside.
And yet Yura knew this full well, but still came here to monopolize Jiha.
"Nn, slurp. Yes, well... I would like us three to do it again but... that would interfere with your work, Lord Jiha, mhm."
With dewy eyes, Yura sweetly and repeatedly sucked Jiha's tongue as she whispered.
The heated breath; she had sat on the man's lap and caressed him first, and the moment he took her breasts in his hands, she grew excited in an instant.
"Hmm. In that case... should I call Asira over?"
"Nn, nnn. No...."
When Jiha teased her, Yura whispered back.
"I'll, I'll... go first. And then you can call Asira in after... haaah."
Yura gently drew circles with her hips, stimulating the area below Jiha's trousers.
His manhood, already hard from the desire to taste a woman quickly, was pressed and teased by her firm buttocks as she circled her hips round and round.
"Hoo, nn, mm...."
Jiha kneaded the breasts of Yura, who was nestled in his arms.
Like kneading a giant rice cake, they bounced this way and that with every touch, struggling to escape between his fingers, which only made him grip them even harder.
"Ah, haahng. They're a little smaller than Lady Barjet's..."
As Jiha was lost in the act of kneading her breasts with both hands, Yura whispered.
While glancing at him with an adorable hint of jealousy.
"This is something only I can do for you."
Clink, clink.
Yura wrapped her arms around Jiha's neck as he fondled her breasts, moving only her tail to undo his belt.
Sssssk.
Her tail nimbly slipped inside his trousers, coiled around his hardened manhood, and pulled it out.
"Hmm...."
A service where she took care of preparations herself while the man touched and enjoyed the woman.
No, it was something a human could never pull off.
Jiha was already feeling pleased, and then Yura spread her legs and swallowed him up of her own accord.
Sluuuuurp.
The sensation of being sucked in at once made Jiha's breathing intensify.
"Nn, mm...."
"It's fine.... Haahng...!"
Had he forced it in roughly without proper foreplay?
Jiha was inwardly worried, but the mark of subordination had already surfaced on Yura's lower abdomen.
He had embraced Yura on his lap, and as he touched her breasts, his own lust had flared up.
"Ha, ah. Aaah... The other ladies... can't do it like this, you know."
He meant that even if they were utterly infatuated with Jiha, they couldn't slip through the gaps and throw themselves at him like this.
For example, even a strong-willed woman like Enril couldn't bring herself to seduce Jiha first while he was working.
Because she believed Jiha only let his guard down when they were alone.
Squeak. Squeak.
Every time the red-haired succubus, seated with her back to him, shook her hips, the chair swayed and his member, buried deep inside her, was sucked in and twisted in complex directions.
The pleasure of being plunged deep into her literally sucking pussy; in this moment of unexpected respite, Jiha unconsciously hugged Yura tighter.
"Yeah, mhm. It's because, Lord Jiha... you actually think of us a great deal. So...."
While the women wanted to approach Jiha first, they worried about what might happen if they angered him.
Taking the initiative to seduce a man was difficult for women who had just fallen in love.
And on top of that, Jiha was not an easy man to approach.
"Yeah, mhm. Ha, nnn...."
Yura trembled and ground her hips back as she gasped.
Each time, the inner flesh sucked lewdly, catching and bending his manhood this way and that, amplifying the pleasure.
Jiha's hands, kneading Yura's breasts, tightened even more, to the point of almost crushing them.
"Hak, ahnng. Harder, please do it harder...."
But Yura only let out cries of pleasure, raining kisses on Jiha's cheek.
Jiha's expression, as he looked down at the woman in his arms, softened.
It wasn't as if Yura couldn't feel embarrassed or shy. No, she felt it strongly.
In the first place, a woman making the first move to seduce a man was no easy feat.
If rejected, the psychological blow was severe.
And considering Jiha's self-control and his usual work process, there was no way he would seek out a woman in this situation.
Yura had judged that she, a succubus, was the only one who could let Jiha—whose heart must be tangled by the complicated situation—have a brief moment of pleasure.
So she had taken it upon herself.
"Thank you."
"Oh, ah, ha, aaah... Lord Jiha...."
Yura's voice grew even sweeter.
The moment she received the man's praise, hot honey gushed out and in turn sucked his manhood in powerfully.
"Hak, aht, aht, aaht...!"
Sluuurp. Thrust! Thuust! Thuuurst!
Her body opened up with the joy that the man understood her feelings, and her grinding grew deeper and more bewitching.
"Yeah, mhm. Haahng. Hak."
The beautiful succubus, breasts caught from behind and waist held by the man, moved her hips deftly, large and fast, swallowing and spitting out his manhood.
Her inner flesh sucked fervently with every entry; it was a body that made a man loathe to pull out once buried inside.
"Eh, mhm. Ah, ah, aht. L-Lord Jiha."
Whenever Yura moaned and her body trembled, the gushing juices soiled Jiha's pants and dripped onto the chair seat.
But the man and woman whose bodies were intertwined paid no mind, only repeating the act of driving in and pulling out.
As if the only thing that mattered in the world right now was pounding and being pounded.
As the succubus's body grew heated, so too did Jiha's.
"Huat, huuuung. Aaaaaht! Ah, aaaaht!"
"Hoooh, hooooh."
When Yura climaxed first, shivering uncontrollably, Jiha held her tight and began thrusting upward.
His manhood, grown excessively hard from the woman's devoted hip movements, was on the verge of release; his desire could not be stopped.
"Ah, aaah. Aaht! Aahnng. Nnnng!"
Yura, who had climaxed first, was like a kite hanging onto Jiha, trembling and gasping as her inner flesh sucked him in with every thrust.
Even as her body shuddered, she pressed her hands on top of the man's hands that would not leave her breasts.
Telling him he could do as much as he liked until satisfied.
"Hoooh, nnm."
"Ah, aaaah. Aaht!!"
Brrrrrrt!
The moment Jiha thrust upward, Yura trembled again, quivering helplessly.
Even as he climaxed, Jiha immediately pulled out and then bit Yura.
Crunch!
"Ah, aaaht! Haaahng, haaaht!!"
Feeling as if fireworks kept exploding inside her body, Yura opened her mouth and bucked her hips, trembling violently.
It was an instinctive movement to escape, so Jiha pressed down on her legs and shoved himself back in completely.
"Hak! Haak! Haaaak!"
Too much intense pleasure kept assaulting her without pause.
Holding the writhing woman tight, Jiha sucked her blood through his mouth while he continued to spill and spill into the succubus's inner flesh.
Bssshhhhht. Spuuuurt!
Semen poured into the woman's insides at an enormous volume.
Jiha, who had been spending, sucking blood, and spending again the entire time, barely managed to detach his mouth when tears began to well in Yura's eyes.
"Hak, haak. Haaaht. Aaah...."
Yura, who had been unable to even cry out, finally gulped down air.
And then, the tears that had pooled in her eyes trickled down... yet from within, she still sucked on the manhood that remained rigidly swollen inside her.
"Nn, nnng, mmm...."
The pleasure that overwhelmed her—even a succubus couldn't withstand it—had left her dizzy.
Jiha simply held Yura's body close, kneading her breasts and stroking her belly to soothe her.
"Hak, haaak. Haaaaa...."
Yura twitched as she slowly caught her breath.
"Nn, nng, a-are you okay?"
"I'm fine."
Yura had really intended to stop after just once, but Jiha had even performed Bloodsucking.
If they continued like this, it would take a long time.
When Yura looked at him worriedly, as if afraid she was pointlessly disturbing him, Jiha kissed her on the lips.
Yura lowered her eyes and whispered.
"...Should I go get Asira?"
"Today, just you."
He wanted to dote on the succubus who had come to him first, saying she would do something the other women couldn't.
Reading the meaning of Jiha's words, Yura smiled happily.
"...I really do love you, Lord Jiha."
Along with the shy confession,
A sweet kiss followed.