Chapter 193
Chapter 193
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 193
Chapter Title: Cohabitation (3)
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"To our youth that's nearly faded away... cheers."
"What're you saying."
Se-young shot a reproachful glance at Byul's overly dramatic line.
Today was a day to get properly drunk—no water breaks or pauses allowed midway.
Once they started drinking, they went until they were exhausted. That was their drinking rule.
-Clink!
As their glasses touched, overflowing foam spilled onto the grill above the meat.
-Sizzle...
The foam hit the fire and boiled, mingling with the surrounding pork belly.
The pork belly soaked up the booze. Grilled just right and popped into the mouth, it delivered a perfect blend of slight bitterness and chewy delight.
Gulp, gulp.
Their glasses emptied in seconds, and Byul and Se-young let out deep sighs in unison.
"Ahh!"
It felt like the fatigue weighing on their shoulders was mixing with the alcohol and flying away.
Byul cheerfully wrapped pork in perilla leaves and shoved it into her mouth, working her jaw busily.
"...Wow. It's been forever."
"Yeah."
"If that one were here, it'd be just like an academy party."
"Ah... that bitch?"
Lee Se-young stuck out her tongue with a shuddering voice.
That bitch.
Though Lee Se-young and Byul were classmates who had somehow become the closest of friends, they didn't always hang out just the two of them.
"Yeah... If she hadn't died, she'd probably be vice student council president by now."
"Se-young... then what am I?"
"Her foot wipe."
"Hing."
Academy cadets had a surprisingly high mortality rate.
The training was intense, and the cadets' overzealous study habits often led to accidents.
On top of that, occasional incidents occurred. The most recent example was the cult attack on El Academy.
It had been swept under the rug now, but back then, there had been quite a few deaths.
This was why some parents tried to stop their kids from becoming hunters.
-Gulp.
Byul took another sip of her drink. Following her lead, Se-young sipped hers too.
"So... who's this? Azalea? You saying Si-heon and her are dating?"
"Probably. I had a little showdown with her."
"...You're something else, Se-young."
By now, they were probably huffing and puffing, going at some joyful grafting session.
As Byul tilted her glass, the image of this Azalea person floated into her mind.
...Her boobs aren't bigger than mine, right?
Not as much as Se-young or Baekdo, but Byul's were decently sized too.
What if she's the active, game-loving type?
That won't do.
At the top of Lee Si-heon's friend list had to be the name 'Byul-i'.
-Sip.
"What's she like?"
"Her? You know Jin Yeo-hee. That incident's daughter."
"Yeah, I know that much. I mean her looks."
"Her looks..."
Se-young tilted her head, habitually raising her pinky finger as she gripped her beer glass.
As if recalling the cadet, she pursed her lips, looking just like a pro illustrator's masterpiece.
Green hair, mostly black highlights.
She handled so much work that she didn't fuss over her hair, tying it back in a braid—which only accentuated her slender neckline.
It was the kind of look Byul envied.
Finally, Lee Se-young spoke.
"She's pretty."
And her skin was pale.
The pink hair, which would look hard to pull off on others, suited her perfectly.
"...Pretty?"
"Yeah. But I don't think they've done it yet. Not sure about now."
Azalea...
Pink hair.
And she still hadn't slept with him despite having that hair?
"...I know something for sure."
Byul raised her index finger.
And then she shared the conclusion drawn from countless data points she'd gathered and analyzed.
"Once a guy falls for a Wood Person with pink hair, he never comes back."
"...What're you talking about?"
"Legendary pussy."
A bit exaggerated, sure.
But why did it make her so uneasy?
Byul felt a chill run down her spine.
*****
"Haah... hauh."
The room was filled with moans.
Only their sweat, honey, and bodily fluids soaked into the bedsheets.
Back-facing, pounding away like beasts in heat.
Azalea, facing away, trembled her pure white hips, her outstretched arm twitching in resistance.
"Aang...! Ha-eut. Kyaaang!"
-Smack!
I bound both her arms just above her pubic bone and smacked her ass with my palm.
A red handprint bloomed on her pristine white cheek.
-Plap! Plap!
Down below was already a flood. I could feel chunks of her honey-mixed juices swirling around.
Globs of honey scraping off onto my glans.
It looked just like something from a lotion commercial.
Such viscous fluid would normally itch, but scraping at that sticky spot made Azalea go wild.
"...Inside. Khu-eut. Yes! It's scraping. You..."
I snapped my hips, and her pelvis buckled under the weight.
"Heup."
I drew a rough breath, and Azalea's intoxicating scent filled my head thickly.
The unique Wood Person aroma.
Nothing like the tuberose's forced pleasure-inducing one from before.
It was proof of her bliss.
The more I inhaled, the hazier my reason grew.
-Smack!
I wanted to leave it all inside her.
My mind brimmed with that lewd desire.
Smack her ass, and the flesh jiggled wildly.
Like waves crashing, the handprint sank deep—and the harder I hit, the louder her moans.
Good thing the house was soundproofed.
A marital bedroom.
I yanked Azalea's arms, pulling her upright against my chest.
Her back arched straight, pressing into me.
I wrapped my arm around her throat.
"Kkh... hng. Khuup. Hn."
-Grip.
Squeeze her neck, and her inner walls clenched harder.
Unlike other Wood People, when I thrust deep, her womb sank down like it was begging to be fertilized.
I slathered on more honey and pounded with all my might, grinding my hips up and down inside.
Azalea's body convulsed, and I felt the texture of her womb's entrance.
Smooth and scorching hot—her deepest crevice, slightly cracked.
What if I went in? I considered it, then stopped.
Couldn't risk any issues with her body.
"...You. Huha-eup... chu-reup."
Even with her throat choked and breath cut off, Azalea opened her mouth to take my saliva.
I kept thrusting and unleashed my load.
-Spurt!
"Haak... hauh."
She moaned and collapsed forward.
Peeling off the condom revealed an absurd amount trapped inside.
"Haa. Aah..."
Azalea lay on the bed, soul seemingly sucked out, staring blankly at the ceiling with glazed eyes.
Fifth round—no wonder.
Not a spot untouched; marks covered her entire body.
"Doesn't hurt?"
I gently stroked a handprint, and fresh juices oozed from her folds.
-Squirt, chu-eup!
Gushing welcome fluids.
A azalea flower this drenched in honey had to be one of a kind.
"Yours... feels so good. I never knew sex could feel this amazing."
"Someone might think you've been with others."
"...You thought it was vulgar."
Her sweat-slicked body bloomed with floral scent no matter where I sniffed.
I tossed the condom in the trash and lay back, pulling up the blanket.
Azalea snuggled up naked and clingy.
"I thought it'd feel awful at all..."
She draped her thigh over my belly, her hand digging into my left armpit, fully embracing me.
Treated like a long body pillow.
Her smooshed, soft breasts were like freshly made glutinous rice cakes.
Gently teasing her perky, sex-flushed nipples drew a short whine from Azalea.
"Eung... Gonna do more?"
"You want to?"
"Forever... I wanna stay like this forever."
Even after one round of melding bodies eased some of her affection starvation, Azalea clung tight, rubbing her lips and cheeks against me.
"You smell... good smell. Weird... everyone else's smells off."
"Must be my constitution. Wood People pick up on pheromones or something."
"No. Think I couldn't smell your sweat before?"
"..."
Burying her nose in my trapezius, Azalea pulled back with an embarrassed flush and mumbled.
"...I just like it now. Your smell too."
"Yeah?"
"Everyone else will too."
Lee Se-young, Byul-i, even Hwangdo—they never seemed to mind my scent.
They loved sticking close, obnoxiously so.
In the subway, it'd draw uncomfortable stares without question.
"Do I smell?"
Azalea spread her right arm, revealing her hairless, porcelain armpit and breast.
...Not my thing.
Yet every fine curve was irresistibly alluring.
Armpits, collarbones. Slim waist with just the right flesh.
Trace her back along the spine, and her light, seductive body fit perfectly in one arm.
Plus, from our earlier romp, sweat droplets pooled deep, trickling down—not one, but many.
Her sweat-soaked form glistened like she'd been dipped in water.
"Flower scent."
"Flower? Well, do you like azaleas?"
"Yeah. Deep-fried, they're delicious."
"...I'll try."
...Try?
I scraped her folds with my finger.
Tasting the sticky honey brought a smile—sweet with full floral notes.
"S-stop eating it... that's really embarrassing."
"You're so sweet."
"Ugh, seriously! Fine, I'll eat too."
"Eat what?"
Azalea pulled away, sat up, hopped over me, and reached for the bedside trash can.
Her soft belly on my shoulder, squishy breasts smooshed like steamed buns, jiggling above me.
She dug out the earlier condom.
"Hey..."
As I bolted up in alarm, Azalea flashed a triumphant grin and squeezed it out like yogurt.
"Hey, spit it out! Stop! Stop!"
"Eung! Wup, ch."
"Tastes awful, I said."
I'd heard online reviews—mostly trash taste.
Just mood-driven, or for oral pleasure, or lover's joy.
But this was... swallowing.
She gripped the tip and squeezed like toothpaste—squiiirt.
Her cheeks puffed slightly with the thick, white load.
-Gulp.
Her throat bobbed.
Tongue lolling over the rubber.
She licked inside, pulled back—and a white spiderweb trailed from her tip.
So erotic, my dick twitched again.
"Uum... mm."
-Gulp.
Only after downing it all did she seem to realize what she'd done.
She looked at me, face beet red, glancing around, mouth sealed for ages.
Then, belatedly:
"...It's astringent."
My reason snapped.
"Kyaa! Wait... why so sudden? Ah, haat! All at once... ah, aang! Aaang♡"
I didn't even lay her on the bed—just slammed her to the floor, pounding away as she wailed in pleasure.
First day of cohabitation.
The night was still young.