Chapter 90: Acquiring Weapons - 6
Chapter 90: Acquiring Weapons - 6
Slap! Schlick. Slap!
"Ah, aah. Haa, J-Jiha......."
Yura straddled Jiha on the garden bench, her back to him, lifting and dropping her hips, swallowing his shaft over and over.
Every time her hips swayed, the pleasure of his shaft being sucked inside surged without end.
"Hoo, hoo."
Jiha kneaded Yura's breasts with both hands, his breathing ragged.
Smooch.
He pressed his lips to the back of her neck and shoulder.
"Mm, mmm. Haaah......."
Yura trembled from the pleasure of his shaft stroking deep inside her, flinching each time before twisting her head back to kiss him.
She begged for a kiss like a child pestering.
"Ah, aah."
Smooch.
When Jiha kissed her, Yura squeezed her eyes shut and moved her lips gently.
So lewd she could swallow a man to the root, yet so innocent.
The moment she became so absorbed in the kiss that she forgot even to swing her hips, Jiha thrust up from beneath while still seated.
"Haa, aah. Haaang."
Yura's body, which had stopped for the kiss, began to shake, making the breasts he was clutching bounce up and down.
Jiha savored Yura's lips, squeezed her large breasts with his hands as if he would crush them, and plunged up deeply.
Schlllp. Squelch.
Each time, honey-slick fluid trickled down, soaking even his thighs.
The satisfaction that this lewd yet innocent succubus was completely his woman, the way she melted every time he moved—all of it was conveyed through her body.
"Mmm, mmmm. Mmm."
"......Ah, haa. Aah."
At Jiha's groan, Yura's eyes fluttered and her body gave a fine tremble.
Knowing that Jiha was about to finish again, a hint of regret lingered in her gaze.
Because she wanted to be joined with him a little longer.
So Jiha stopped thrusting, slid his tongue into Yura's mouth, and whispered.
"You move your hips."
"......Mmm, yes, hnnn. Hnnnn......."
Squelch. Squelch.
When Jiha stopped, Yura traced a circle with her hips, moving while his shaft remained clamped tightly inside her.
Schlick.
Swinging her hips side to side, then up and down, she would lift as if to pull him out, swirl, and then suddenly—squelch—clench around him all the way to the root again.
"Mmm, mmmm."
The succubus's sucking inner flesh, the way quiet Yura ground her hips in a lewd circle just to satisfy Jiha—it was deeply gratifying.
"Hoo, oooh."
"Please, hurry...... hurry and finish."
Yura sounded urgent even through her longing.
Contradictory feelings: she wanted to keep going with Jiha, yet at the same time she wanted to satisfy him quickly.
Even so, she lifted her hips and dropped them—smack, smack—clamping down on his shaft with crushing pressure.
"Mmm, mmmm."
"Haaah. Haaaa. Aaaah. Aaaaah!"
Schllllp.
Lifting her hips as far as they would go as if to pull him all the way out, Yura then slammed her ass down in one stroke like threshing grain.
Squelch.
Pleasure exploded as his shaft was swallowed in an instant, tightened from tip to root.
Jiha couldn't hold back and his body shook.
Splurt-splurt-splurt-splurt!!
Buried to the deepest part of Yura's inner flesh, his shaft spasmed and semen gushed out once more.
"Ah, aah. Aaahng."
Yura trembled uncontrollably from the eruption inside her, panting for breath.
Fondle.
Even then, she reached a hand down...... and cupped Jiha's testicles, rubbing and kneading them gently with her palm.
"Hhgh, mmm."
While he was planted to the core of her and ejaculating, the woman lightly cupped his balls with her palm and curled her fingers softly around them, stimulating him.
As if telling him to empty every last drop.
Spluurt!! Splurt!!
The dizzying pleasure made Jiha's body shudder, forcing out even more seed.
Enough that his balls literally felt like they'd run completely dry.
"Huff, huff."
The whole time, Jiha clutched Yura's breasts tightly, kneading them roughly, enjoying the succubus's clenching to the very last moment.
"Haaah, haaah."
"Ah, aah. Aaaah......."
Spluuurt.
The ejaculation kept going.
Holding, pressing, and caressing Jiha's testicles, the succubus who drew out every final drop trembled violently.
The intermittent spurting finally seemed to near its end.
"......A-are you, are you done?"
"Let's stay like this a little longer."
Jiha said that and caught his breath.
He'd finished, but he wanted to savor it a bit more.
Yura felt the same and pressed her hands over Jiha's, which were still kneading her breasts.
The pounding of Yura's heart transmitted through Jiha's palms.
After coupling fiercely in the wide-open garden in broad daylight, they clung to each other and steadied their breathing.
Jiha spoke.
"That makes three times."
"......Yes."
He still didn't know the specific conditions for a succubus to be completely subordinated, but it felt like it was right around the corner.
Yura hesitated, then spoke.
"......Don't worry. I will definitely protect you, Jiha."
"I don't plan on dying anyway."
Saying that, Jiha playfully squeezed Yura's breasts and slipped a hand between her thighs, where his shaft was still buried.
"Mm, mmmm."
When Jiha's fingers pinched a nipple and his other hand caressed her clitoris, Yura gasped out a pained moan.
As the woman trembled, the thick, sticky semen that had been packed inside trickled out.
"Hah, haaah......."
The moment Jiha tormented her breasts and rubbed her below, Yura reached a hand back, cupped his head, and kissed him.
A gesture seducing him for more.
Jiha whispered into Yura's ear.
"A woman with stunning tits and a lewd cunt like this says she likes me—how could I just lie down and die? If it were up to me, I'd want to fuck you every single day."
"......Mmm."
Yura felt embarrassed but happy.
The words were incredibly crude, but he was saying he liked her.
Yura murmured.
"If that's the case, now in my room......."
"Hmm, still can't. Asira's coming the day after tomorrow, so I have to prepare for that."
"......."
Disappointment and regret washed over Yura's face.
She'd thought she could go to his room and keep going all night, but he'd turned her down.
She even felt a twinge of resentment at the news Asira was coming.
Yura was so inherently gentle that whenever these feelings surfaced, they showed plainly on her face.
Smooch.
Jiha wrapped both arms around Yura's waist and kissed her on the cheek.
Their bodies had been panting and tangled together until just moments ago, both clamoring to do it again, but now it was time to separate.
Still, pulling apart immediately would be cold and callous.
Women care about the aftermath.
After sharing an intense physical connection, if you hold her from behind, wrap your arms around her waist, and kiss her cheek sweetly—
"......."
The woman will be overjoyed.
Yura's cheeks flushed a rosy pink and she ducked her head deep.
She was more flustered by this playful peck from Jiha than by all the fierce coupling and kissing they had just done.
Still holding Yura in his arms, Jiha pressed his fingers against her neck and then her breasts.
"Ah......."
Yura's neck, her breasts, her waist, her shoulders—Jiha's marks were all over her.
Red splotches of kiss marks, imprints of teeth where he had almost sadistically bitten her breasts.
Anyone could see she had just been thoroughly ravaged by a man.
"Showing this off is a bad idea. You have clothes, right?"
"......Yes, I'll take care of it."
If Asira, arriving soon, caught sight of Yura in this state, they'd be found out immediately.
Jiha spoke with deliberate playfulness.
"Yeah? I wanted to pick them out for you."
"......Next time. You're busy too, Jiha."
Yura was pleased but declined.
She wanted to spend more time with Jiha, to share his bed again, but the current situation was no joke.
Now that she'd resolved to become Jiha's woman, she had to make every preparation to deal with Asira's imminent arrival.
Yura had already realized it on her own.
If she wanted to stay with Jiha forever, the time starting right now was crucial.
Jiha looked at her admiringly and asked.
"So, anything else you remember about Asira?"
"Mm, she likes books. She's often asked me to send her books from Waris."
"What kind of books did you send?"
Her reading tastes would update his intelligence on Asira somewhat.
"That's a secret....... Asira told me I must never tell anyone else......."
"Even a secret from me?"
"No."
Yura answered immediately.
She was already Jiha's woman, Jiha's succubus.
Satisfied, Jiha kissed her, and Yura closed her eyes and returned it.
"Jiha......."
That she would follow only him for all eternity.
After tidying themselves up, Jiha parted from Yura.
Late afternoon.
His destination now was the Barracks Library.
The reading list he had learned from Yura.
He intended to use it to gauge Asira's character.
Before a person of high rank meets another high-ranking figure, gathering information on the counterpart was also a secretary's job.
Jiha was adept at sketching someone's personality from these kinds of small, peripheral details.
"The titles are peculiar, though."
<Walpurgis>
<Beyond the Night of Chaos>
<Elves, Dark Elves, and Half>
<Falling Asleep in Darkness>
Every single one was like that.
"No obvious meaning. Not scholarly...... Novels, maybe?"
He couldn't tell the content from the titles alone.
Was that <Elves, Dark Elves, and Half> a general overview listing racial characteristics?
A historical record chronicling their longtime conflict?
Or a war novel built around the struggle of three races—impossible to guess.
"'I Want to See You'—what does she want to see? Usually you can guess the content from a title......."
Compared to other cities, Waris had a relatively rich supply of books.
So it was understandable that she'd ask Yura, who lived here, to send her some.
But was there a reason to implore her to keep it absolutely secret from others?
"Seems like there's something here......."
Nothing ventured, nothing gained, so Jiha entered the library.
At the counter of the invariably empty library sat a neat, beautiful woman.
A woman whose face he had seen hundreds of times but with whom he had exchanged fewer than ten words: Bisel Akadium.
Whether Jiha entered or not, she kept her eyes fixed on the book in her lap. Jiha approached her.
"Do you know these?"
"......."
Bisel lifted her head from the book, examined the list Jiha presented, and fell silent for a long moment.
When she didn't even blink, Jiha pressed.
"Are they in this library?"
"......No, they aren't."
The answer came after a long pause.
Jiha had also holed up in this library for a long time, but that didn't mean he'd seen every single book it held.
Still, all those dozens of titles on the list were completely unfamiliar.
"I'll have to order them. I'd like to read them as soon as possible."
"......Why?"
When Bisel asked quietly, Jiha frowned.
"Isn't it a librarian's job to acquire books when a Common places an order?"
"But...... these books are a problem."
"......."
He'd caught something.
Jiha smiled as he asked.
"Are they forbidden? Will I be burned at the stake for owning them?"
People without a reading hobby wouldn't know, but depending on the era, country, or situation, there are books whose possession is banned.
No need to go all the way back to the Middle Ages.
Even in the South Korean military, if something gets labeled seditious material, it can't be brought in.
"No. It's not that...... not exactly."
"What is it, then?"
Bisel looked straight up at Jiha.
It was a gaze trying to decipher the intent behind his questioning.
'Lacking in social skills.'
Since Bisel was cooped up in the library all the time, she was awkward at dealing with people.
That much was clear from how she had barely ever spoken to Jiha despite seeing his face practically every single day.
"I'm not playing around. I genuinely need to know what these books are."
Bisel gave a tiny nod and rose from her seat.
"I do know...... a place that sells them."
"......."
Jiha thought for a moment, then nodded.
He was beginning to guess what kind of content these books might hold.
"Lead the way."
He had to confirm it directly and get his hands on them.
They would prove useful.