Chapter 43: Sowing Seeds - 6
Chapter 43: Sowing Seeds - 6
Blue Seal's barracks.
The two Uniques in overall command of the barracks, Enril and Yura, came and went with the workday.
While staying at the barracks they usually spent their time in their offices.
Yura's office.
It was a suite of three large connected rooms.
A study, a bedroom, and even a bathroom.
By connecting the rooms she had turned the entire floor into a private space.
The moment Jiha stepped into the office, Yura spoke hastily.
"Make yourself comfortable and rest."
She looked tense. Yura quickly retreated into the bedroom.
The door closed, and judging by the sounds that followed, she was tidying the room, belatedly.
Jiha, sitting on the sofa in the study, took this in and smiled.
"She's flustered."
It was endearing.
An ordinary woman would have made him wait in the hallway.
From Yura's perspective, that would tire Jiha out, so she let him inside while she at least straightened up the bedroom.
Not a calculated thought, but a reflexive one.
"......."
Jiha closed his eyes where he sat.
Drowsiness washed over him.
No surprise there.
He had smashed Pamin's plot to kill him in Redrum and dealt with the whole gang.
Then he'd cornered Leticia when she appeared and handled the incident.
And after that, the security officers investigating the case had subjected him to an all-night interrogation.
Jiha had experience covering up all sorts of illegal affairs from his time as a secretary to a powerful man.
He knew police interrogation methods and how to counter them.
"......."
But a continuous string of high-tension situations, coupled with an all-nighter, left him feeling like he might fall asleep from exhaustion.
Even as his consciousness flickered, Jiha sorted through his thoughts.
'To confirm what Yura really feels inside, I need to relax and get her to open up as well. Not by interrogating her, but by getting her to speak on her own—that's best.......'
A victory toast has its place.
The operation had succeeded for now, so holding Yura and resting was acceptable.
Click.
The sound of the bedroom door opening.
Footsteps approached, and Jiha opened his eyes.
Yura stood looking down at him, fidgeting.
"......Are you tired?"
"Come here."
Jiha beckoned lazily.
Yura hesitated, then moved closer.
Still seated, Jiha took her hand, and with his other hand he caught her slender waist and pulled her toward him.
The honey-sweet scent that flowed from a succubus's body.
Jiha wrapped his arms around Yura and closed his eyes.
Her body flinched.
But she soon calmed down.
Yura must have imagined all manner of things when she brought Jiha to her room.
She hadn't rushed to tidy up for no reason.
Yet seeing Jiha so completely at ease, her own tension began to ease bit by bit.
Yura harbored romantic feelings for him.
But they had first come together under semi-coercive circumstances.
When the usual order of things was reversed, you had to adapt accordingly.
"Aren't you sleepy?"
"A little."
"Then shall we sleep a bit together?"
Jiha pulled Yura's arm and sat her down beside him.
Yura hesitated, then sat next to Jiha.
She probably meant to suggest they move to the bed, but she swallowed the words because she was too embarrassed.
"......."
Jiha put an arm around the waist of Yura beside him and buried his face against her shoulder.
Yura's breasts were so large that his cheek and jaw pressed directly against a soft mound of flesh.
"......."
But Yura wasn't as on edge as when they were pressed together in public.
Jiha had relaxed, and being in an enclosed space—in her own room—likely gave her considerable relief.
Before she knew it, Yura had placed her hand on Jiha's waist as well.
Not an embrace with her arm, just her hand resting there.
But for someone as shy as Yura, even this showed considerable courage.
Pretending to be half-asleep, Jiha pushed his waist forward a little more to press closer to her.
"......."
He felt Yura's hand move.
Her fingers pressed gently against his waist.
She hesitated again and again, trying to hold him.
"......."
When Jiha opened his eyes, Yura startled and froze.
Jiha smiled and said,
"Can't sleep?"
"......J-just a little."
Yura was embarrassed, unsure whether she'd been caught.
Her anxious glance at Jiha's expression was endearing.
When Jiha reflexively moved his lips closer, Yura flinched and ducked her head to avoid him.
As if to say kissing was not allowed.
"......."
At a moment like this, an ordinary man would speak up.
But Jiha chose silence.
You don't ask a woman—you get her to talk.
An atmosphere this relaxed, conveyed through physical closeness, would eventually yield an answer on its own.
Jiha touched Yura's chin lightly with his fingers.
Then he traced down her long, pale neck.
"Ah......."
As his fingers tickled her neck and then descended to her shoulder and collarbone, Yura let out a languid moan.
They were sitting on the sofa facing each other, pressed close, having just abandoned the idea of catching a quick nap.
Yura's tension had fully melted away.
As Jiha's fingers playfully pressed and teased her collarbone, Yura blinked.
Tap.
Jiha flipped his hand over and rubbed, the back of his hand naturally brushing the upper slope of Yura's breast.
Because he deliberately used the back of his hand, Yura didn't visibly react.
But Jiha did it again and again, pretending to rub her shoulder while the back of his hand kept grazing her breast.
He cleverly tapped and rubbed the upper part of her breast.
Yura's cheeks flushed as she caught on.
Her crimson eyes trembled shyly.
"......."
Knowing she was aware of it, Jiha kept only brushing her with the back of his hand, never touching her directly.
Then.
Squish.
"Ah......."
As if by accident, Jiha pressed his wrist deep into her breast, and a soft cry escaped Yura.
Squish. Squiiish.
Pretending to still be touching her shoulder, Jiha now blatantly pressed and kneaded her breast.
Yura's cheeks reddened further and she looked at him with moist eyes.
Jiha continued stimulating her breast with the back of his hand and his wrist.
A mass of flesh that banished all drowsiness the instant he touched it.
It was so large that from fingertips to wrist, his whole hand sank deep into it and still wasn't enough; soft, yet it pushed back with overflowing firmness, each time making him reflexively tighten his grip.
"......."
Yura lowered her eyes, trembling slightly.
Her face was tense again, but now she was waiting for Jiha to touch her in earnest.
She showed no sign of trying to evade him.
"Your waist is so slender."
But Jiha, who had been pressing her breast with the back of his hand over and over, abruptly dropped his hand and grabbed Yura's side.
Caught off guard by the unexpected move, Yura flinched and twisted.
"D-don't do that."
She had steeled herself for him to touch her breasts, and when his hand went to her waist instead, an instinctive embarrassment took over.
Jiha whispered into Yura's ear.
"But you touched my waist too, didn't you?"
"......Th-that's."
"Are you saying you didn't?"
Jiha whispered intimately into Yura's ear, sounding utterly shameless.
"You can touch it, you know."
"......."
Yura paused, then moved the fingers that had been lightly pressing against Jiha's waist.
She'd been caught red-handed, and now it seemed like not touching him would be a loss.
The succubus's fingers groped the man's side, and their range gradually began to widen.
The woman's fingers slid stealthily to his abdomen, and then she covertly touched his thigh.
Jiha pretended not to notice and then gently raised his palm.
Plop.
He cupped Yura's enormous breast from below, as if lifting a rice bowl with his entire palm.
The weight was tremendous, a singular heft.
It felt like resting a very large, soft watermelon on the palm of his hand.
"......."
Yura, absorbed in touching Jiha's waist, noticed belatedly and froze, gulping.
But Jiha, true to form, had simply placed Yura's breast on his palm; he hadn't grabbed it.
The overwhelming weight of that mass of flesh against his entire palm was mesmerizing in itself.
Jiha made a show of weighing her breast.
"......."
Tense, Yura nonetheless stole a glance at Jiha.
The fact that Jiha was finally touching her breasts, and at the same time... the rivalry she felt toward Leticia, whom she'd seen earlier.
The certainty that her own breasts were much bigger and more attractive than that elf's, and that Jiha would of course realize it.
A hint of superiority even flickered in the reserved succubus's red eyes.
"Are they bigger than Leticia's?"
"......Yes."
So much so that even when Jiha deliberately played dumb, she answered.
Jiha kept his five fingers spread wide, simply holding her breast on his palm. Yura subtly leaned her upper body forward, pressing the weight of her breast onto his hand.
It was a silent temptation—she herself placed the weight of her breast onto Jiha's palm. A gesture that proclaimed her breasts were far superior to Leticia's, that they wouldn't lose to any woman's. The motion was born of that conviction.
Jiha whispered into Yura's ear.
"They're incredibly big and obscene breasts."
"......Ah."
Yura belatedly realized what she was doing.
Hadn't she been showing off, pressing her breasts onto his palm over and over?
As she tried to straighten up in renewed embarrassment, Jiha wrapped an arm around her neck and stopped her.
"J-Jiha."
"I'm still not sure. Are they really bigger? You're not padding them, are you?"
"......."
Of course not.
Jiha had stripped Yura completely naked and bitten, kneaded, and toyed with her huge breasts to his heart's content.
But Yura was too shy to say that.
At the same time, recalling that explicit scene made her blush all over again.
Jiha whispered into Yura's ear, his voice hot.
"It's not often you get a chance like this, so you really should let me verify it more thoroughly."
"......."
Yura hesitated, watching Jiha's face.
Once she understood his meaning, she wavered for a long moment, then took Jiha's hand and... made him touch her breasts directly.
At last Jiha spread his fingers extremely slowly.
To say they were buried in her breasts was an understatement.
Even spreading his hand greedily, he couldn't grasp even half of those pale breasts.
Groping them over her clothes was utterly unbearable.
The instant any male sets eyes on them, he cannot look away; the instant he touches them like this, he cannot hold back.
"......."
He wanted to knead them like dough, to suck them, to keep playing with them endlessly.
Jiha found it truly difficult to restrain himself, but he didn't let it show.
Right now, he wasn't just enjoying Yura's breasts—he had to firmly grasp what was in her heart and bend it to his will.
Yura asked anxiously, her voice trembling.
"H-how is it?"
"It's over your clothes, so I can't really tell."
"......."
Despite his words, Jiha's fingers never stopped kneading Yura's breast.
No matter how much self-control a man has, once his hand makes contact, he cannot help but squeeze.
Starting from the absurd size, the smooth texture stimulated his palm, and when he kneaded, it pushed back with a springy firmness that ignited a man's lust.
But Yura seemed to hesitate for a moment... then suddenly lowered the hand that had been touching Jiha's waist.
He thought she might be taking off her clothes, but that wasn't it.
She pressed her palm against Jiha's lower abdomen, against the erection that had hardened the moment he touched her breasts.
"Ugh."
The instant Yura's delicate hand pressed against his pants, Jiha's manhood twitched hard, straining to break free.
The succubus's bewitching hand movements were so obscene it was hard to believe she'd never known a man before Jiha.
"......."
Yura touched him and then played innocent.
As if she hadn't known there was something there because of the clothes.
In response, Jiha pushed his palm inside Yura's top.
Her breasts already exposed more than half their volume; the man's palm wedged itself into the gap between fabric and flesh.
"Ah......."
The movement of fingers forcibly parting the clothing.
Jiha's invading fingers applied a little more force and kneaded Yura's breast.
Even through the clothes it had been entrancing, but touching her directly was something else entirely.
The soft, warm sensation lingered endlessly on his palm as his fingers began to knead without pause.
"Mmm, mm."
Inevitably, Jiha's lower half began to stiffen and swell with arousal.
Yura, who had been caressing Jiha's lower body over his clothes, also noticed and hesitated.
"Haaah......."
Without a word, Jiha kept focused entirely on kneading Yura's breasts.
At the same time, he pushed his hips slightly forward, pressing his erection against Yura's palm.
"......."
Yura paused, understood the man's demand, and pushed her hand inside.
Nimbly, in one swift motion, her palm pushed his pants aside and invaded his underwear.
"Ugh."
A moan leaked from Jiha's mouth the instant the succubus's hand seized his manhood.
Her five fingers wrapped around it softly and deftly, feeling good but also slightly lacking.
It almost made him want to thrash about, to feel even better.
With her eyes moist and lowered, Yura whispered.
"......Have you confirmed everything now?"
Her expression seemed to say, No male who falls into my hands can ever escape.
The reserved succubus's look was bewitching.