Chapter 47: Sowing Seeds - 10
Chapter 47: Sowing Seeds - 10
His cock drove deep into the succubus's mouth.
A warm, soft, yet tight space.
As if she had been waiting, Yura pursed her lips and squeezed.
"Mm, mmm. Mmmm."
A wave of pleasure washed over him, the shifting heat releasing every knot in his body.
Jiha groaned through his teeth.
Yura immediately put her tongue to work, licking up the shaft and tightening her lips before releasing them with a wet suction.
"Ah, fuuuh."
Jiha thrust his hips forward, shoving his length to the very root into Yura's mouth.
Normally, that would be too much to take, but Yura flinched only slightly and endured it with obedience.
"Mmm, mmmm."
The fit grew tighter, the space more constricting.
Groaning, Jiha pressed down on Yura's head.
He had intended to pull back and end it, but once the fire was lit, that was difficult.
Besides, Yura's mouth worked him with an exquisite rhythm of pressure and release.
*Sluuurp. Schlp. Sluuurp.*
When Jiha moved, her tongue coiled and teased in perfect sync. When he stopped, she moved her head on her own.
Each time the red hair of the woman kneeling before him swayed, currents of pleasure rippled from his thighs down to his toes.
"Fuuuh, fuuuuh."
Jiha stopped moving and leaned his upper body forward, reaching down.
Her robe parted, revealing her massive breasts. They seemed to melt into his hands, as if they had been waiting only for his touch.
"*Sluuuurp. Sluuurp.*"
As Jiha stood still, kneading her tits and enjoying himself, Yura moved her head on her own, sucking with clever skill.
It was as if she were savoring a delicious piece of hard candy—holding it in her mouth, rolling it around, flicking the tip of his glans with her tongue, then suddenly bobbing her head with fierce intensity and sucking hard.
"*Schlp. Sluuurp.*"
And then she would ease off again, closing her lips just around the head and worrying at it tenaciously. The sensation was so dizzying it made his legs tremble.
Her slender fingers toyed with his balls, gently rolling them before giving a light pinch or a soft tug to add another layer of stimulation.
"Hmm, mmmm."
Jiha's grip on Yura's breasts tightened.
Yura was clearly aroused by her own work on his cock; her already large breasts grew even firmer, her nipples stiff and hard.
When Jiha found those nipples and pinched and twisted them, Yura flinched and squirmed.
But even so, she never stopped sucking his cock.
"Ha, mmm."
"*Sluuurp. Mmmm. Schluuurp.*"
Yura was toying with Jiha, alternating between increasingly powerful suction and weak, teasing releases.
A silent declaration that she would give him rapturous pleasure but wouldn't let him climax so easily.
That she wanted him to keep enjoying it, endlessly.
Her tongue and lips clung and released with obscene provocation, driving him wild.
Her pale fingers gently stroked the base of his shaft in a bewitching tease.
"Mmm."
Unable to hold back any longer, Jiha roughly grabbed Yura's tits and squeezed.
*Flinch.*
A mix of pain and pleasure made Yura's sucking mouth pause for an instant.
And then, with his other hand, Jiha forcefully pushed down on Yura's head and began thrusting his hips forward and back.
"Mmph, mmm. Mmmm."
Holding Yura in place and fucking her mouth at his own pace, the urge to climax crashed over him in moments.
A boiling lust. His breathing grew ragged with the primal instinct to spill himself wildly inside this demure yet utterly lewd female's mouth.
*Shluuuurp. Thwack!*
"*Sluuurp. Schlp, schlp, schlp. Sluuurp. Ha, ahh.*"
Yura seemed to sense it too, her lips working him, urging his release.
"Huk, haah. Haaah. I'm, I'm coming."
Jiha had absolutely no intention of pulling out.
Instead, he drove himself in harder, deeper, pushing into the depths of Yura's mouth.
His will to come inside her was clear, and far from showing any reluctance, Yura closed her eyes and welcomed him, her tongue licking the head of his cock.
"Nnnggh. Mmm."
*Splrrrrt!!*
The moment the succubus's tongue skillfully teased his urethra, Jiha's body shook and he came.
With one hand pressing hard against the back of Yura's head to keep her flush against his lower body, and the other freely mauling her huge breasts, he emptied himself into her mouth in a daze.
From his slightly bent-over position, his lower body shuddered as he kept pumping out his load. The volume was staggering; it felt like it would never end.
"Huuugh, fuuuuh."
*Splurt! Spurt!*
Another jet of semen burst out, so much that it seemed impossible to hold in her mouth.
But Yura kept her eyes tightly shut, accepting Jiha's release without flinching. Her throat bobbed intermittently as she swallowed.
"Heuk, haaah."
Jiha watched Yura with eyes that held a mix of raw lust and genuine affection.
A succubus who would accept anything.
What man could ever push away or reject a woman who gave herself this devotedly?
"Mmm. Mmmm."
After taking every last drop of Jiha's ongoing climax, Yura placed her hands on her knees and remained perfectly still.
As if to say she wouldn't move until Jiha withdrew first.
"Fuuuuh."
When Jiha finally took hold of Yura's head and slowly pulled out, a string of sticky semen clung to her lips.
"......."
With her eyes still closed, Yura pursed her lips and swallowed Jiha's seed.
As if it were the most natural thing in the world.
After watching Yura swallow his cum for a long moment, Jiha spoke flatly.
"......You got it remarkably clean."
"......."
Yura cast her eyes down shyly and said nothing.
But she looked pleased.
She was taking it as a compliment.
"Fuu, fuuuh."
Jiha looked down at his wilting cock, which was twitching and softening. Yura pressed her face back to his groin.
"Unn, mm."
The man's shaft, and the traces of semen still clinging to his balls.
Gently, ever so gently, she lapped it up with her tongue and swallowed it down.
As if determined not to leave a single drop behind.
"Fuu, fuuuh."
At this rate, he was going to get hard again.
Yura was secretly hoping for that, so Jiha asked her.
"You're telling me you can't stand the thought of me coming all the way to your room just to do it once and then walk out still worked up?"
"......."
Yura cleaning his body was affection.
But was it possible she hadn't been hoping for this development just a little bit?
She had to know her own appeal—that a glimpse of her chest or a parting of her legs would leave no man capable of refusing. That she was a sweet honey of a woman, the kind you would crave more of after a single taste.
But a man who fell too deep would never be able to escape, and would ultimately ruin himself.
As a gesture of praise, Jiha patted Yura's head a couple of times and then spoke.
"Still, I have to go now."
"......Yes."
Yura answered in a low voice and then wiped Jiha's cock again with a towel.
She was even cleaning off the traces of her own saliva.
When she withdrew her hands and looked dejected, Jiha spoke in a calm, steady tone.
"I'll come back when I have some time."
"......Yes!"
Those were the words she had wanted to hear.
The sound of a man promising a next time filled Yura with an unconcealable joy.
***
When Jiha left Yura's room, it was already around lunchtime.
He headed for the Commons' mess hall.
The window seat that had now become his designated spot. Sitting alone, Jiha stared at his food tray and sank into thought.
'Blue Seal's investigation is finished, so the security officer will be turning his attention to the Purple side now. Leticia will try to cover things up, but what does the other Purple Unique—Gashiel—think about this incident?'
There were two Uniques assigned to Waris for each faction. Blue had Enril and Yura, while Purple had Leticia and one other.
The celestial Unique, Gashiel, who had declared a ceasefire in the Summoning War.
The public perception was that Purple had moved for a truce because there was no Common who could beat Jiha, but he was only half-convinced.
'In any case, Gashiel is currently absent, which means Leticia is on her own...'
Jiha possessed the sword that had taken the lives of the four elves.
It was originally his to begin with, but he had deliberately not turned it over to the security officer. Keeping it would prove very useful in cornering Leticia.
Now only one step remained.
Just as Jiha was about to pick up his utensils, he sensed a strange shift in the atmosphere.
All around the hall, the Commons had stopped eating and were staring at him.
"You got something to ask?"
"......Is it true, Boss?"
Garaon asked, his face tense.
"That four of Purple's elves are dead?"
The rumors had already spread through the barracks after the night-long investigation.
Bunorak and Deubang had killed four Rare Grade guards? The Commons knew that was absolutely impossible.
The gargoyle Rugin could claim he could match four Rare Grades, but that was pride mixed with bluster, and it came with the condition of fighting to the death.
That left only one answer. Jiha, who had been conspicuously absent last night, had handled the four Rare Grades.
And he had slipped through the security officer's dragnet, returned unscathed, and was now eating a meal.
He had slaughtered every last one of those bastards and hadn't let them get his scent.
The Blue Seal Commons wanted to confirm their theory.
That their leader had finally started the fight to overturn this godforsaken world.
Faced with the expectant gazes of everyone present, Jiha answered calmly.
"Eat quietly."
"......."
"And laugh quietly."
At Jiha's indirect confirmation, a wave of silent, barely-contained cheers rippled through the room.
Voiceless exultation. Seeing the fervent atmosphere, Jiha smirked.
This kind of overflowing motivation was a good thing.
Just as everyone seemed to be settling into a joyful meal, the mood in the hall shifted again.
Jiha looked up, sensing something, and found a familiar face settling into the seat across from him.
It was Sirel, the healer.
"......What are you doing here?"
This was the Commons' mess hall.
There was no rule saying Rare Grades couldn't use it, but it simply never happened. Weren't Commons just blood-soaked, short-lived slave soldiers? Anyone willing to sit at the same table as them had to be a real oddball.
Sirel pointed at her own tray.
"I came to eat, obviously."
"You...."
A rare moment of bewilderment crossed Jiha's face.
This was like a naïve young lady cheekily inserting herself into a prison cafeteria full of vicious felons.
The Commons, who had been buzzing just moments before, were now just rolling their eyes, unsure of what to make of the situation.
They weren't moving only because their boss, Jiha, was dealing with it. Otherwise, a confrontation would have flared up immediately.
He had men under his command now. He couldn't afford to show any unrest.
Jiha asked in a measured tone.
"What's your business here?"
"Is that what you have to say to someone who was worried when she heard you'd been dragged off by the security officer?"
"......."
Sirel's usual, familiar attitude left Jiha feeling awkward.
The Commons looked intensely curious about what kind of conversation the two of them could possibly be having.
When Jiha glanced at them, they all hastily focused on their own trays.
Sirel got to the point.
"That thing you asked me about. I looked into it. I mean the stories about Leticia and Pamin."
"......."
"Elf society is so closed off, it's hard to learn much from the outside. I had to get a friend very, very drunk to wring this information out of her."
As Jiha turned his gaze toward her, Sirel said, audaciously,
"Ah, so you're finally interested in the person you're talking to?"
"Just tell me."
"If you eat with me."
Sirel pointed her utensil at Jiha.
"Mr. Sookmaek, who's incredibly hard to get a meal with. I want to eat and talk with Mr. Fool, who tells me to buy him a drink and then I only hear rumors he's been arrested by the security officer."
"......."
Jiha glanced around.
The Commons, who had been watching the two of them with rapt fascination, hurriedly fixed their gazes on their own food trays.
"Fine."
What Sirel had brought him was a truly surprising story.