Chapter 341
Chapter 341
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 341
Chapter Title: Wrong Room
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The sky over El Academy, with its time difference, was still pitch black.
-Thud!
4 a.m.
I nearly stumbled opening the door, dizziness hitting me hard.
My head throbbed, my body ached with exhaustion. Laughing at my pathetic state all alone.
'Used too much power. Gotta crash soon.'
Today had been a nonstop shitshow.
Vomited from motion sickness, puked again from sheer disgust at Ongi, even ran into a guy I never thought I'd see again in my lifetime.
God knows how many years' worth of stress I'd endured.
Right now, all I wanted was deep, uninterrupted sleep.
Lots to think about, but tonight, just rest.
I opened the door. The light flicked on in the quiet, dark entryway.
'Makes sense. It's bedtime already.'
I tiptoed quietly to Shiba's room. She was out cold, snoring peacefully.
"Piiit— prrr. Piiit— prrr."
How do I hold back this dad smile?
I poked her cheek once, then quietly slipped out, closing the door without waking her.
Downed a glass of cold water in the kitchen—no signs of life.
I cleaned myself up with a quick spell, threw on a basic short-sleeved tee, and headed to the bedroom.
"Azalea, you there?"
No answer. Still at work, maybe.
-Rustle.
I slid under the covers. A faint warmth emanated from the top of the bed.
Ah, she's asleep.
Wonder if she'll freak if she wakes up and finds me here?
I lay down right next to her without waking her, chuckling softly as I wrapped my arms around her gently.
-Poof.
Warm. Soft, plush body and that subtle human scent.
Sinking into the fluffy bed, eyes closed—nothing to envy in the world.
'Snuuup, haaah. Yeah. This is living.'
This is life.
The bed naturally warmed without me even being under the covers. That long-missed human scent was driving me wild.
Yeah, this is the smell.
Not that damn grassy or floral bullshit—this raw human pheromone was what I'd craved.
Sweat beads from her dreams. Her body was hot. Just inhaling it had my lewd demon peeking out like, "Miss me?"
-Bolt upright.
Drifting off, but her soft skin in my arms kept me drowsy yet wide awake—a bizarre paradox.
I slid my hand from her navel upward, giving her breast a light squeeze.
A massive tit cradled in a firm bra.
The elasticity and softness transmitted perfectly through the fabric.
Couldn't hold back—I slipped my hand inside her clothes.
-Squish!
Invading her bra, I gripped hard, just how Azalea liked it. She jolted with a sharp "Hik!"
"Hngh!"
Short moan, body twisting.
She turned, eyes on me, trying to push me away.
The classic forced play. I caressed her breast and kissed her.
-Smack.
Plump lips. Ragged breaths.
"Hah—wait—ah. Ah…!"
Teasing her nipple, she squirmed helplessly.
Her reactions were extra cute tonight, for some reason.
The feminine scent wafting off her was thicker, more lascivious than the Azalea I knew.
Closer to human than Wood Person.
I flicked her lips with my tongue, but she wouldn't open up. Wetter than usual, milky-sweet mouth—I licked obsessively.
One hand clamped her ass, finger probing inside. Finally, she gasped open.
-Slurp!
Her saliva flooded in. Saliva scent.
Her panties were soaked through.
As always, natural foreplay made her give up resistance, hands clutching my shoulders.
"…Wait, just. A. Sec."
Her voice echoed lewdly.
-Click.
Suddenly, the front door opened.
"…Why haven't you picked up your phone all night."
A voice full of worry—Azalea's.
I blinked wide-eyed at the woman who'd just entered.
"…Huh."
Fingers already deep inside. No—more importantly, the woman who'd climaxed quick was covering her face with both hands.
-Twitch, twitch!
Legs slightly spread, swallowing my saliva.
After a long pause, she leaned in, kissing me tentatively.
Faint milk and baby powder scent.
Swoosh.
Her hand shyly grazed my crotch. Intoxicated by the mood, she started stroking it.
That's when it hit me.
No way…
"……."
Who the hell are you?
*****
"You."
Azalea's voice dropped icy cold.
She looked ready to stab me and dump my body in concrete.
"……Yes."
"Got something to say?"
"I do. But."
-Thud!
Her furious glare made me tremble like a scared rat.
"…."
"While I was worried sick, roaming the academy all night with my phone glued to my hand…."
Azalea scrunched her face, hurt.
I flinched to comfort her, but her glare returned, leaving me stammering helplessly.
"……."
My reputation with women was wider than imagined.
Anyone who needed to know, knew—and she probably suspected even more than she thought.
Still, seeing it happen to someone close hit hard.
'How'd it come to this.'
No excuses, but there was a reason.
"Why'd you do it."
"…Thought it was you."
"Can't tell me apart?"
I can.
Not lip service—truly, her whole body wrapped around me, no mana needed to recognize.
Today, injuries wrecked me bad. Barely patched the body, senses dulled sharp.
Wouldn't react to a civilian stabbing from behind.
Attacking a woman in that state? I'm one hell of a beast.
A monster of lust.
"……."
Fidgeting beside Azalea, legs rubbing together, clueless—Shin Hye-young, Shiba's babysitter, head down, face flushed.
"…Um, it's my fault. I could've fought back but didn't."
"Hye-young."
"Y-yes?!"
"You're not at fault. I told you to rest after a full day. That's not wrong, right?"
-Rustle.
"Pii…?"
Mid-trial, Shiba toddled into the living room, sleepy-eyed.
"Ah, Shiba! Mommy and Daddy are busy, so go with sis…."
Hye-young spotted her first, arms out to hug our girl.
That moment,
"Daddy?"
Shiba saw me, slipped from Hye-young's arms, and charged.
Hopping over my arm, ducking under my pit—a dive.
-Flap flap!
Like a fresh-caught mullet thrashing! Crouched low, she launched skyward powerfully toward me, arms wide.
-Hug!
"Piiiing! Paa! Pa…!"
Clinging, wailing, smearing her face—total chaos.
Shiba's intrusion cracked my stern facade into a near-smile; Hye-young fidgeted fingers, glancing anxiously.
"Our girl waited long?"
"Pii…. Why no visit Shiba?"
"Daddy sorry. There there. You said you're fine too."
Her words were clearer now, expressing herself properly.
Grown and smartened up while I wasn't looking.
I patted Shiba's back, sneaking a glance at Azalea.
Azalea eyed us with axe-glare, then…
"…Haa."
Sighed once, smiled.
"Hye-young. Sorry. Mind if we three have a moment?"
"Ah, sure."
Hye-young glanced shyly at me, bowed.
"Sorry."
"No, I'm the one sorry."
Maybe Hye-young couldn't speak because midway, she'd gotten into it and devoured me instead.
Azalea sighed again after Hye-young left.
"…Guess why I'm mad?"
"Piing. Pii."
"You… having lots of women. Can't help it. It's your nature."
"Not nature."
"Then? Not nature, but you fucked the wrong one?"
Wrong room, indeed.
"I swear. Never again."
"……I'll work on suppressing your lust better."
I said that; Azalea rose from her chair, stepped close, arms wide, hugging me.
"God. They say loving means losing. Even like this, you're still the one…."
"……."
Guilt stabbed deep in my chest.
Shiba wiped tears in our embrace.
"Mommy… Daddy fight?"
"Nooo, not fighting. Why would Mommy and Daddy fight? Too busy loving Shiba."
She stroked Shiba familiarly, kissed her forehead.
Azalea tilted her head up, axe-eyes flashing.
Hurry up.
Pressure hit; I desperately lip-printed Shiba's cheek.
-Mwah.
"Pii? Piihihi."
Shiba laughs—that's enough.
"Our girl wants a bit more time with Mommy and Daddy? Okay?"
"……Piing."
"Hold on a sec, Daddy'll play all day!"
"Pii?! Can do!"
Shiba waddled energetically from our arms toward the door, to Hye-young outside.
Wanting Shiba here—selfish of me?
Azalea watched Shiba lovingly, then raised her hand.
I froze in fear.
-Stroke.
She petted my hair, scanning me.
"You're hurt."
"…Nah, fine."
"Liar. Your energy's off from usual—think I can't tell? Sigh, really…. Come here."
Kneeling like me, eye-level, she pulled me into a hug.
Then gently stroked my nape, eyes closed, feeling me tremble as if savoring.
"You liking lots of people—I get it. Can't control that. This was a mistake, but… you'll do it with others plenty, right?"
"……."
True.
"This is home. Where you live with me and your daughter. Can't you just like me here?"
"I know."
"Knowing, why?"
Caught red-handed.
I wilted; Azalea chuckled, eyes locking soulfully.
Leaning to nuzzle noses, her gaze deep.
Craving affection, yearning posture.
"Did good out there?"
"Perfectly."
"Energy to fool around despite exhaustion? Means you can still go, right?"
Switching to casual, she kissed me.
Soft but insistent.
Human scent mixed faint floral—my body reacted.
Clearly different.
Tongue invading, she wrapped my neck, toppling me.
Squelch—my neck crushed under her breasts.
Shadowed face wore an obsessive smile.
Tongue bridge snapped; saliva dripped like a half-closed faucet, drop drop.
Azalea stared, waiting. Utterly passive.
-Whoosh.
I knew what she wanted, obliged.
Arms around her waist, bellies meshed.
Shifted arms to wingbones.
-Grip!
Squeezed brutally hard, like breaking her.
Full force, breath labored. Face flushed in suffocating pain.
Breasts mashed flat, bursting.
"Ah…. Ngh."
Waist buckled, ass pulled back.
I smacked it lightly, hoisted her body airborne.
Unstable pose amplified pressure; she began emitting lewd scents bit by bit.
Carried to bedroom, laid on bed.
"You…."
No time for talk—fingers laced, lips crashed.
Exchanged feelings through actions, not words.
"You know? No classes for two months."
Lectures done. Finals and graduation during Forest Keeper tournament.
Return planned post-next semester start, but tournament cut short—natural extension.
Lots of cleanup, but plenty vacation.
Azalea grinned foxily, knowing.
"……Got it? Then hold me. Rougher than usual."
"Rougher… won't you break?"
I asked, trembling.
Azalea's hard tastes. Lately devouring sex knowledge, advancing unusually.
"Women's bodies are so flexible."
She slipped her bra strap. Thrust upper body forward, highlighting plump, soft tits.
"…Gotta make breakfast, so hurry."
Trusting my healing power. Scars or not, it'd heal.
Regrettably, no power now.
I eyed her pale body, resolved.
Her kinks might need fixing.