Chapter 195
Chapter 195
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 195
Chapter Title: Cohabitation (5)
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Day three of living together.
The holiday was over, and I had to go to the academy, but Azalea kept nagging me, so I had no choice but to have sex with her.
"...Ah, ahh. Aaang."
Azalea stuck out her tongue like she was showing off, shaking her hips as she rode me.
Her bright red tongue darted in and out of my mouth like a dog's.
"Heehee... Hng. Hng.... Ahng. Heehee."
She smiled happily as she bounced.
It was scary.
In just three short days of non-stop sex from dawn till whenever, how could her body not turn lewd?
And this was with me, who had inherited the power of the Wood Spirit King.
Even Azalea couldn't endure it forever. By the end, her back gave out.
I had no choice but to heal her fatigue a bit.
After the intense sex, we would cling to each other and sleep.
If it was evening, we'd fall asleep with my dick still inside her.
If it was lunchtime... we'd nap with Shiva because we were exhausted from sex.
This was the routine we had fallen into.
"...It hurts."
"What kind of girl sprains her back and still begs for more pounding?"
As I applied the pain relief patch to her lower back, Azalea shivered lightly.
She winced from the sting.
Her snow-white exposed ass twitched.
"...Honey's coming out again."
A drop of nectar gathered at her entrance.
Was she asking me to eat it?
At first, she hated it, but by day three, she didn't hide at all.
Even when I pressed my mouth to her pussy and sucked the nectar out like a bee, she loved it.
"You're such a pervert."
"......"
"Why aren't you saying anything?"
"...Who was it that turned me into this?"
Azalea mumbled into the pillow.
She seemed to truly believe it, glaring at me.
Her flushed cheeks were a sight to behold.
"A girl who lost her virginity and then asked to be slapped during the very next fuck... Is that something you should say?"
"......Ugh."
"I'm kidding, kidding."
"Do you think you're not a pervert? Every night... shoving that thick thing in me nonstop."
She had to let go of me first if I was going to stop.
I didn't say it, but thanks to the Lewd Demon trait, I was basically on permanent aphrodisiac.
Until now, I'd just powered through with willpower.
But now that I was sleeping with more women, I could feel my body heating up more and more.
"...Do you do this with other girls too?"
Azalea asked.
"Yeah."
"...I see."
A brief silence followed.
"...What if you only did it with me?"
"That'd be tough."
"I figured. Men... always need at least two women, right?"
"Who said that?"
"I don't know. I've heard it since forever."
She stuck out her tongue.
I lay on the bed and pulled her into my arms. Her slender body fit perfectly against mine.
She was so light, easy to lift and fuck in mid-air.
And she loved it when I did.
"...Thinking dirty thoughts again?"
"Busted?"
"Pfft, why are you so honest? Anyway... you mean it, right?"
I nodded at Azalea's question.
Compared to others, she had strong possessiveness, wanting monogamy like me.
There were few like that, but Azalea was one.
"Then at least when you're with me, think only of me. I'll really get mad if you break that."
"Already doing it."
"Eyy. You just said it? Should we write a contract? Swear on the Sacred Tree oath. Quick, in the World Tree's name."
Azalea clung to my naked body, rubbing her cheek against mine and leaving a hickey below my neck.
Hearing a businesswoman like Azalea invoke the Sacred Tree oath made it feel anything but a joke.
"I s-swear on the World Tree's name."
Even if I swore on the World Tree and ended up killing its parents, I wouldn't blink.
Still, I didn't plan to break the promise.
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ [User wishes to use Wish Ticket.] Too many women were the problem, though.
*****
I stepped out of the house to take the call, and Byul suddenly declared her wish.
I went into a convenience store at dawn, grabbed a coffee, and chatted with her.
"...Wish. Oh right. What's your wish?"
[There's a class reunion coming up soon.]
Why the weird formal speech?
Her voice was so sultry, like a voice actress's. I imagined a secretary straight out of a movie.
I scooped coffees into my basket and said,
"...Class reunion? You're that old already?"
[Agh! Don't mention age!]
Byul screeched playfully.
Then her voice turned sheepish as she explained her specific wish in detail.
[...I wanna try that.]
"Try what?"
[You know! I always feel so down at reunions....]
Class reunion.
I'd never been to one.
But from dramas, alumni compete subtly over careers, bragging about girlfriends or boyfriends.
Byul wanted me to boost her image.
"But isn't Byul noona successful enough? You could strut in proudly."
[Back then, Byul the loser. Now, trauma. I can't even talk properly there.]
"...What's with the speech?"
[I dunno! Seeing old classmates just... blanks my mind.]
"But you're successful now. No need to feel down."
[...Those jerks are weird. They get jealous of my success. They pry about boyfriends and stuff?]
Before me, Byul had no lovers.
So she stammered, unable to respond.
She became a scapegoat for some adults' inferiority.
Byul agreed vehemently.
[Like... 'Must be busy as vice president~' 'Time for a man?' 'Of course, I see hunters every day...' Ughhh!]
I handed my card to the clerk and scratched my cheek.
Byul lacked confidence in her past.
I thought she'd use the wish on PC bangs or something.
Not a reunion.
I grabbed the bag full of coffees, thinking,
'Gotta pull up in a luxury car.'
Something that screams wealth at first sight.
Flash that, and they'd delude themselves.
"When is it?"
[...A week from now.]
"Just send the address."
Byul gave the address and time. Calculations showed I'd arrive midway.
"Even using magic after academy, it'll take time."
[Really?]
"Yeah. I'll be there. It's a wish."
[Heehee! Si-heon best! Oh, and sex is part of the wish course, don't forget!]
Sex.
The word echoed from my phone, making the clerk flinch.
I ignored it and left the store.
[Oh right.]
Byul continued,
[...That got out.]
"Huh?"
[Se-young knows you're gonna fight Flower....]
I figured the sharp teacher would notice eventually.
Didn't expect Byul to spill.
"Aigoo."
I couldn't hold back the sigh.
I hadn't considered that.
Byul was honest and clumsy, blushing at hand-holding, nerdy vibe wafting off her.
But in business, she was sharp, poker-faced.
Lying came naturally in 'business relations.'
"Didn't think noona would get caught."
[Total accident....]
Did our friendship make it obvious?
I'd underestimated her with Lee Se-young.
"So what happened? She didn't flip out?"
[...Nng. Not that bad. I apologized well. Told her to grab a drink and open up. She accepted it.]
She explained their talk.
Se-young got sensitive about anything involving me.
Learning I planned to fight Flower—a obvious fact—made her worry overflow, even snapping at Byul for hiding it.
[...You're kinda the same, Si-heon.]
Similar.
But different.
Fighting Flower wouldn't confirm my death.
But... Lee Se-young was different.
She died right in front of me.
The gap was huge. No wonder the sensitivity.
Lee Se-young got pathologically sharp about me, and I was the same—her as my trigger.
'...If only I could fix it all myself.'
But that'd take too long.
I confessed honestly to Byul.
Skipping the future vision of Se-young's death, adding justification—she got it but sensed a hole.
[You really think that?]
"...We'll talk later."
[Sigh... I don't know your life, so I can't grasp your thinking.]
Byul muttered regretfully.
[Si-heon.]
"Yeah."
[...This is just for you. I don't say this often.]
Her serious tone carried through the phone.
I could hear her straighten up.
Her words were something only Se-young's best friend could say.
[It's about Se-young's past.]
*****
"You won't do it?"
The man's cold voice pierced the young girl.
Twelve years old. Not even middle school yet.
Tears welled in Se-young's eyes as she yelled defiantly.
"No!"
Strange stares from around.
This was when Se-young loudly rejected the family engagement, which was usually a given.
Her father, initially dismissive, grew harsh.
Now he looked at her like a bug.
"You think you'll amount to anything growing up like this?"
Fathers should say some things, never others.
Could a father she'd barely seen belittle his own blood like this?
Even young Se-young knew it was taboo among family.
"...I hate it. Never."
"Then get out."
"Try stopping me!"
Could an elementary kid really run away?
But stubborn young Se-young meant it.
"You bastard."
Amid flustered secretaries, Lee Se-young's wide eyes blazed.
Her father brushed off the curse indifferently.
Se-young wiped falling tears, walking the hall bravely.
Then midway, she broke down sobbing.
Click.
No one awaited her outside the company.
Her father must have ordered them not to follow.
Nothing.
No money in pockets, no home, nothing.
Not yet a middle schooler, Se-young had just awakened her magic power. Few options.
At best, manual labor.
What a child could do.
Prove magic use... beg for loading jobs.
Normally needed parental consent.
But spilling her plight honestly... the man relented.
Home was a container. Survived with frayed blankets in an abandoned one.
No family love in upbringing.
Her heart grew thorny.
Eyes sharpened; peers distanced.
Alone at school, no friends.
Ate bread from sites, shed tears.
Gulped dust-covered milk packs greedily.
Maybe that's when her tear ducts dried up.
Young Se-young didn't know society.
Suffered much evil.
Men groped her—barely escaped adult help—others with sleazy auras offered cohabitation.
Thus, clinging desperately to bonds.
Hunter body strengthened.
Balancing hunter work, she even killed.
Growing numb.
Seize needs or lose them.
Instinct ingrained; never given anything.
Desperately amassed.
Money, fame—even names of commissioned kills.
Just entering high school.
Another Oak Family member found her, invited back.
Help with business.
How laughable, asking a presumed-dead girl.
"Ha."
She accepted anyway.
Too much time passed for grudges.
Se-young, never embraced warmly by family, returned to the clan.