Chapter 171
Chapter 171
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 171
Chapter Title: Kirin Class Si-ba (3)
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-Slurp.
I scoop up a spoonful of miyeokguk loaded with beef.
The stimulating dashida flavor blends perfectly—it's boiled really well.
She's new to this, but you can definitely tell she's done some cooking before.
"Delicious?"
Azalea sits in front of me, grinning with her hands forming a flower bud shape.
-Rustle.
She casually exposes her cleavage defenselessly, beaming innocently. Her soft white flesh ripples with the movement.
That sly, fox-like smile seems to scream for me to devour her.
"Try this too."
Azalea doesn't even take a bite of rice, just watches me, adding side dishes to my spoon every time I bring food to my mouth.
It's overwhelming.
I like it, but it's too much.
"...Not gonna eat?"
"Just watching you eat fills me up."
"It's a bit much, you know. Why are you naked?"
"Well... what am I supposed to do when it keeps getting wet if I wear clothes? But... am I too much for you?"
Azalea blinks, offering an embarrassed excuse.
Especially when she asks if she's overwhelming—her voice drops shyly, and her moist eyes are a sight to behold.
"...I just wanted to feed you something delicious. Is that no good?"
It's the kind of doe-eyed look a deer makes right before getting caught.
Just looking at Azalea stirs pity in me—am I weird for finding this overwhelming?
As a new bride, she's really cute and pretty.
Azalea has her share of wounds too. How desperate must she be to act like this?
Her pure, teary eyes make my heart forgive her without thinking.
It could pass for a CF scene.
"It's not no good."
I try to rationalize it as much as possible.
"I love you."
"......"
The follow-up confession shatters my rationalization.
Azalea leans her head closer. Even though the table is pretty wide, her face looms huge in front of me.
"Let's live together after graduation? We could just announce our engagement... Oh. The professor and others were there too."
"Yeah, but I've got a lot on my plate for a while."
"......How long? Is it because of Flower?"
"Probably."
"I... could help too."
That might not be bad.
"I'll call if I need you."
"You have to. Even if you don't need me... call me. We're lovers... I can be a little selfish, right? That's not weird."
True.
It's not weird at all, so why do you scare me?
I don't dislike it—I like it, but it's scary.
I finally escape the table after devouring the towering pile of rice and sides.
"All done?"
Azalea stands with a bright smile.
The crotch of her panties is soaked through, making me swallow hard without thinking.
I'm gonna get eaten.
"Then..."
Azalea places her hand on her lingerie strap and slowly approaches.
"......"
I'm getting eaten.
I decide to accept the situation calmly.
"My pussy's tingling now."
Her sweet voice echoes in my ear as she wraps around my arm.
I reflexively question it.
"Huh?"
She covers her mouth in surprise, then giggles.
"Ah... Living with Shiba made it a habit. We brush together. I wanted to try it."
She tugs me gently toward the bathroom, one step at a time.
Drip. Drip. Following Azalea's thigh-rubbing steps, lewd water-dropping sounds echo.
It's so sticky and viscous it sounds like clumps of honey falling.
"...You okay?"
"My body reacts on its own... I'll give you a new toothbrush."
-Shiiiink!
Post-meal brushing.
If not for Azalea stripping naked, it'd be totally routine.
Is that lingerie or just sexy decoration for her pussy?
Sticky fluid surges from under her panties, crawling up her thighs. The sensation makes Azalea moan softly while brushing.
"...Hng."
"We having sex?"
I ask bluntly, and she stops brushing, blushing as she nods.
Rinse after brushing.
The moment it's done, Azalea hooks her arm in mine again.
"I just thought of something... Can't we live together?"
"Huh?"
"With Jinmok Group's name, we could get a place near the dorm... We have to raise our daughter too... Hiring a housekeeper and living together would be nice, right?"
Shiba is my daughter, and broadly speaking, it's not wrong.
She has a birth mom, but that doesn't mean a stepmom isn't a mom.
"Housekeeper... I've been thinking about that anyway. I've saved up a decent amount."
In Do-won, money overflowed, but not anymore.
The house in Seoul is under my name anyway—sell it, add the cash, and we could barely afford one.
Shiba needs a butler or housekeeper soon, for when I'm gone.
Her attachment is as bad as Azalea's; she needs to learn to live without Daddy bit by bit.
...Money will come soon anyway.
Azalea shakes her head, puffing her cheeks.
"...I'll handle everything. Just bring yourself. It's not hard."
"Hey, then I'd feel burdened."
"......It's joint property anyway."
Is she more obsessed than Shiba?
As we exit the bathroom, I open the favorability window for the first time in a while.
Familiar holographic shards form text, and I take it in immediately.
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ 【 World Tree Auction 】 - 【 Favorability Menu 】 [World Trees (2)] ▶World Tree of Purity: ♥♥♥♥♥ (100/100) ▶World Tree of Healing: ♥♥♥♥♡ (71/100) [Wood People/Humans (7)] ▶Azalea: ♥♥♥♥♡ (96/100) ▶Lee Se-young: ♥♥♥♥♡ (95/100) ▶Hwan Do: ♥♥♥♥♡ (88/100) ▶Hong Yeon: ♥♥♥♥♡ (86/100) ▶Cheon Do: ♥♥♥♡♡ (62/100) ▶Baek Do: ♥♥♥♡♡ (61/100) ▶Cornus: ♥♥♡♡♡ (50/100) -View More 【 Having realized a new connection, the favorability window for 'Hong Yeon' has been newly established. 】 The favorability window stretches long like a scroll.
As I read down, I can't help but stare at Azalea in shock.
"Why?"
Her favorability has risen even more.
So that obsession status from one fuck back then hasn't ended—it's only gotten stronger.
Even after carrying her myself to reassure her, not only did it not fade, it intensified.
And that's not the only surprise.
'Hong Yeon is alive?'
I thought she died when Do-won fell, but apparently not.
She escaped somehow during Do-won's destruction and is alive and well.
Where is she now?
My heart races.
I calm it down.
Suddenly, a pale white hand appears before my eyes.
"......What are you looking at?"
Azalea waves her hand in front of me, and the favorability window vanishes.
As I look at her, another window imprints immediately.
⚔ STATUS ⚔ 📛 Name/Gender: Azalea (Female) 🎂 Age/Height: 20 / 165cm 💕 Sex Fantasy: Spanking 💖 Romance Fantasy: Zoo with the guy I love 📊 Current Status: Obsession. Love. "......Is that the window World Tree husband candidates see?"
I flinch.
"What's on it? Show me now."
"Favorability."
I tell the truth, and Azalea widens her eyes before letting out a coquettish laugh.
"...You don't need that. If you're anxious, look at my face. Do I look like I could ever fall out of love?"
That's not what I'm worried about.
She's clearly misunderstanding.
Before I know it, we're atop the bed.
Azalea pushes me down onto the bed, hops onto my stomach, peels off her soaked panties, and drapes them by my ear.
Steam rises from the honey-soaked pink fabric.
My nose fills with floral scent and sweet honey.
"Want the panties...?"
"Huh? Why?"
"You were staring so hard."
"......No need."
"Hehe."
Instead of pouncing, Azalea leans down and hugs me tight.
She rubs her face lovingly against my chest, and I feel sticky honey dripping onto my lower abdomen.
"Aren't you... a bit too obsessed?"
I hint subtly, but she squeezes harder with her arms.
"What's wrong with being obsessed?"
She lifts her rubbing head and suddenly steals a light peck from my lips.
-Mwah.
"...It's proof I love you."
Poof—a flower blooms from her hair.
Azalea plucks the flower from her head, puts it in her mouth, and offers it to me.
"......Can't I like you?"
Reason and logic don't work.
She brings her lips to mine and passes the flower into my mouth.
The bitter azalea petal tingles on my tongue.
"You're my boyfriend.... right?"
"Yeah. I'm not going anywhere. Just love me slowly and cherish me. You'll break me like this."
"I know... but my body's aching. What can I do?"
Even now, my dick throbs reliably, filled with Lewd Demon energy.
This damn trait.
My mental fortitude is weak; even if I try to comfort her, once my dick gets hard, it's all for nothing.
-Prod.
Feeling my erection with her ass, Azalea grins.
"Then, once a day."
Aware of her obsession and its severity, she grinds her hips and asks.
Her mesmerizing eyes, hair in mouth, are incredibly sexy.
"Once a week."
"Three days."
"......You go to the academy too."
"Do... you hate me?"
Her tone turns anxious rapidly.
"No, I like you... I saw something last time. Couples feel love best with sex once a week."
Surprisingly, it's a real line I read somewhere.
Azalea seems hooked, pondering long before nodding.
"...Okay. Then hug me tight instead. Do everything you can for me. I will too."
"Yeah."
Azalea spreads her wide white thighs and yanks down my pants and underwear in one go.
Eyes lock on my rigid cock, her pupils tremble with lust.
"Haa... ugh."
Unrestrained moans escape her lips.
Honey soaks the sheets stickily.
Casually sucking a honey-coated finger, a familiar sexy sweetness floods my mouth—like honey diluted in water, perfectly palatable.
Not too sweet, just right.
Azalea watches cautiously, then kneels politely on the bed, ass up like a dog, and asks.
"Um... can I ask one favor?"
"Yeah?"
Panting, gripping the sheets with both hands, she leans forward like a puppy.
A flower still blooms above her head.
"I know it's weird, but I really want to try it once."
What favor?
To my curiosity, Azalea spits out a request that would make even beasts stick out their tongues.
"Can you... spank me?"
She brushes back her hair with her right hand, offering her cheek expectantly.
Her cheek is flushed red, as if already slapped.
Her perky breasts quiver, pale pink nipples hardening and perking up.
Anyone could see she wants me to hit her.
...The time has come.
I squeeze my eyes shut reluctantly.
*****
Parents and children share a bond.
No one can prove the connection between herself and Daddy like she can—probably no one in the world. That's what Shiba thinks.
-Squeeze.
The stick that beats the big drum.
Shiba grips it tightly with both hands, puffing her cheeks in frustration.
"Shiba. What's wrong?"
"Peep."
Her friend, playing the small drum, asks cautiously. Shiba narrows her eyes and pouts her lips.
A dizzying tightness in her chest.
-Thump, thump.
The link between Daddy and daughter. Emotional ripples.
Shiba feels it as the red thread of fate.
When Shiba is sad, Daddy feels it; when Shiba is angry, Daddy senses it faintly.
Normally, she doesn't feel it at all. But there's one emotion only Shiba picks up on strongly.
Instinctively, Shiba vaguely senses what Daddy is doing in broad daylight.
'Peep.'
That feeling when Hwan Do was devouring Daddy!
Mistress of the master bedroom Shiba grips the stick, swallowing her rage.
Waiting until kindergarten ends.