Chapter 46: Sowing Seeds - 9
Chapter 46: Sowing Seeds - 9
Two hours later.
Yura's bedroom.
Yura lay fast asleep, her head resting on Jiha's arm.
After they'd tangled together, he'd brought her here. They'd exchanged a few words before she'd drifted off completely.
Yura had been up all night too, and after the messy tumble they'd had, fatigue was only natural.
'But I'm perfectly alert. I'd say that's the effect of the Vampiric Mana.'
Jiha felt as refreshed as if he'd slept deeply, despite getting no rest at all.
Bloodsucking came with fatigue recovery too.
His gaze settled on Yura's face as he thought.
A beauty sleeping soundly, oblivious to the world.
Her face gave off a demure, gentle impression, but if you lowered your eyes below her neck, you found breasts swollen to an almost unbalanced size.
A cunt that squeezed so exquisitely, firm buttocks.
Just looking at her could enthrall a man, and the instant you touched her, there was no pulling free. A real temptress.
She wasn't a succubus for nothing.
"......."
He wanted to go again.
Men who'd willingly die on the spot after one round with a beauty like this must be countless.
Now, whenever Jiha wanted, he could mount her as he pleased and sow his seed.
Just watching Yura in her deep sleep sent blood rushing south. Unbearable.
'No. I have to be careful.......'
Back on Earth, Jiha had ruined his prospects badly because of a woman.
He couldn't let it repeat in Warsland.
It was time to start pulling away.
The Commons would soon realize Jiha was back at the barracks.
They'd be curious about last night's events and the outcome too.
If he holed up here, spending all his time with Yura, they'd start getting the wrong ideas.
'The fact that I've conquered Enril or Yura is something the others are bound to learn eventually. But now isn't the time. More than anything, I need to project the impression that I'm focused on the freedom I promised them. That's what keeps the Commons united.'
Jiha rose from the bed, careful not to wake Yura.
He stepped out into the study and examined the sofa where they'd made love earlier.
Traces remained.
"......."
Jiha found a towel and cleaned up neatly.
Should he have a woman do it?
With Enril, maybe, but Yura was a different case.
If Enril was a woman sensitive to hierarchy, Yura was a woman who had feelings for Jiha.
'I don't know the reason yet. But she'll tell me herself before long.'
For a woman who already understood the hierarchy and was obedient, treating her kindly was effective.
This sort of cleaning, even more so.
Women often grew deeply moved by such small gestures of care.
Jiha knew this well, having tangled with all sorts of women while working as the secretary of a powerful man.
The women of Warsland wouldn't be any different.
Once everything was tidied, Jiha stripped and stepped into the bathroom.
Shhhhaaaa.
Water streamed out the moment he turned the shower on.
Relative to its overall level of civilization, Warsland had remarkably advanced plumbing.
Hot water poured out the instant you turned the tap, just like on Earth.
Jiha let the water stream over him while he sorted his thoughts.
'Enril's been tamed already, and Yura too. If I manage them both well, there'll be no internal issues. That leaves Leticia. If I leave her alone, she'll approach me first. Then after that.......'
He stopped mid-thought.
Blood had rushed below.
"......."
Thinking of Enril and Yura had made him envision those ripe bodies without meaning to. Their beautiful faces as they writhed desperately beneath him rose vivid in his mind.
Voluptuous moans echoed in his ears, nearly a genuine hallucination.
He was so turned on he almost wanted to jerk off.
Except Yura was sleeping just outside.
Asleep or not, if he mounted her right now, she'd open herself gladly, even through her embarrassment.
"......Nnngh."
Truly hard to endure.
Jiha shook his head and took a deep breath.
Not now.
This boiling lust—he'd pour it all onto that arrogant elf, Leticia.
Sometimes, suppressed male desire became powerful motivation.
Like deliberately practicing abstinence before a date with a woman you've got your eye on.
Resolved to drag her into bed no matter what.
"Not exactly a date, though."
Jiha steadied himself under the stream of water.
Now he'd go to the Commons, explain the situation, and get things in order.
After drying off, Jiha stepped out of the bathroom into the changing room—and paused.
"Um......."
Yura was already inside.
She wore only a single gown.
A towel rested in her hands.
She'd clearly been waiting for him to come out.
"Did the water wake you?"
"......I've slept plenty."
Yura lowered her eyes shyly.
She seemed embarrassed, even now, to look directly at Jiha's naked body head-on.
As Jiha reached for the towel, Yura spoke carefully.
"May I dry you off?"
"Go ahead."
An unexpected offer, but if she wanted to do it of her own accord, there was no downside.
No—he actually liked it.
Tangling with a bashful, gorgeous beauty, and then receiving this sort of care before leaving—what man wouldn't welcome it?
"Then...... pardon me."
Her words demure, Yura began drying Jiha's body.
Starting with his arms, then his shoulders, then his chest.
Meticulous movements, as devoted as a new bride sending her husband off to work.
'No, an ordinary woman wouldn't go this far.......'
Was it common to find a woman who volunteered such attentive service on her own?
Not in this day and age.
Even less so in Warsland, where women dominated.
This was behavior that came naturally because Yura held Jiha deep in her heart.
When Jiha looked at her gently, Yura's cheeks flushed, and she lowered her gaze.
Then she concentrated fully on drying him.
"......."
After wiping the moisture down to his stomach, Yura moved around behind him and began drying his back.
Jiha felt quietly impressed again.
Normally, you'd ask the person you're drying to turn around.
But Yura had moved herself.
Not a calculated act—entirely natural behavior.
'Because of the subordination? No, that alone couldn't explain this. This is Yura's nature.......'
While Jiha pondered, Yura kept working, wiping his back, then his buttocks, then his legs.
After drying him down to his heels, she returned to the front and dried the tops of his feet.
"......."
Kneeling on both knees, the succubus devotedly wiped the moisture from his ankles and calves.
The sight of her red hair swaying below softened Jiha's heart.
When a shy beauty took the initiative and acted this devotedly, how could even a man of iron not find her dear?
And as Yura moved, the front of her gown fell open, revealing more than half of her breasts.
The lust he'd tamped down surged back up.
Yura dried his calves, his thighs, then froze.
What remained was Jiha's center—his cock.
"......Ah."
It had been small right after the shower, but now it was hardening.
As he'd received Yura's devoted care, his heart softening, Jiha's manhood had swelled with vigor once more.
Yura flinched at the change.
Jiha asked idly.
"Do you like saving the best thing for last?"
"Huh?"
Yura grasped the meaning and blushed.
Normally, when drying someone, you'd do one pass from the front and one from the back.
But Yura had deliberately dried his entire upper body first, then gone around to do his back afterward.
She'd postponed touching Jiha's lower half.
"......."
Calculated? Out of shyness?
Either way, it didn't matter.
Jiha pressed down lightly on Yura's head.
"You have to finish drying me."
"......Yes."
Replying meekly, Yura carefully lifted the towel and brought it to Jiha's cock.
Twitch!
The rigidly erect shaft stiffened and bucked wildly every time her fingers brushed it.
When her towel rubbed his balls, they swelled as if showing off. When she dried the shaft, it swung up and down in wide arcs.
Yura clearly understood the meaning, yet kept silent.
As if she weren't allowed to use both hands, she kept one on her knee and used only her right to dry his cock.
Fingers flinching.
Several times, he caught her starting to grip his cock before she checked herself.
"Done?"
"......."
Jiha asked, feigning ignorance.
Still on her knees, Yura gave the faintest nod.
"Yes."
"There's still some left."
"......Pardon?"
"A little leaked out."
While reliving things under the shower, and again while receiving Yura's devoted care, a bead of pre-cum had seeped from the tip of his erect cock.
No—Yura had wiped it, and then it had leaked out again.
"Yes, then I'll dry it again......."
Embarrassed, Yura reached for the towel once more, but Jiha pressed her head down.
"No more hands."
"......."
Flinch.
Yura's cheeks flushed as she grasped his meaning.
But she hesitated only a moment.
As if she'd been waiting for this, she tilted her head up slightly and pressed a kiss to Jiha's cock.
Smack.
The transparent droplet of pre-cum dangling from the tip of the glans.
The instant the succubus's lips touched it, it vanished inside.
Smack. Sssslurp.
The pleasure of having the sensitive tip of the glans sucked ever so gently, so slowly.
A tingling, teasing sensation rose that made his toes curl.
"......Mm."
Jiha let out a soft groan.
Lips still pressed to Jiha's cock, Yura looked up at him with her eyes alone, silently asking.
Whether she could keep going.
Jiha pressed down on her head and spoke calmly.
"Keep going."
"......."
Smack.
Sssslurp.
Catching his meaning, Yura once more kissed the viciously swollen tip of Jiha's cock, devotedly pressing her lips to the glans.
As she kissed the urethral opening again and again, where traces of pre-cum still lingered, Jiha's shaft grew hot and went rigid with anger.
Smack. Smack. Smack.
Now she was showering it with kisses, then flicking her tongue in and out.
The demure-faced succubus extended just her tongue and traced a circle around the glans, sending electric jolts of pleasure ringing all the way to his balls.
"Nngh."
Couldn't hold back.
Jiha thrust his hips forward.
As if waiting for this, Yura opened her mouth and took him in.
The cock that had been damp with cold water was swallowed smoothly into the warmth of the woman's mouth.