Chapter 55
Chapter 55
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 55
Chapter Title: First Partner (2)
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I tilt my glass.
The lively tune echoes through the tavern, and the rising buzz from the alcohol lifts my spirits.
"Cheers!"
Thoroughly wasted, Se-young throws a headlock around me and thrusts her soju glass forward.
"Drink slower."
"Whatever. You'll take me home anywayyy. Come on, cheers. Huh? Cheers!"
At this rate, we'd both end up passed out on the street, so I offered one piece of advice, but she ignored it completely.
-Clink.
The bitter alcohol slides down my throat.
Why was that? From the moment we got here, I'd been pounding drinks like there was no tomorrow.
And it wasn't just a feeling—it was true.
From Friday until now, Saturday evening, I'd been drinking nonstop.
A few hours ago, I'd hung up on Lee Se-young's call, and she'd come rushing over.
"Drink some water. Water. Why are you like this when you usually know your limits?"
I pour ice water into a glass and hand it over. Se-young's face suddenly darkens, as if she's lost everything in the world.
"I haven't had a reason to drink lately. I like booze, you know."
"...Ah."
Can't be helped with her grueling workload.
As I lift my glass, feeling sorry for her, her face suddenly lights up with happiness.
"But seeing you after so long feels great. Hehe. How about you just kidnap me like this? Can't do returns, but I could write you a lifetime warranty."
"Teacher, you got dementia or something?"
"Fuck yeah, I feel you!"
"..."
Watching Se-young's mood swing wildly leaves my head spinning.
Is it the stress lately?
She keeps downing booze and stew, then lets out a cute burp, satisfied, and clings to my shoulder.
She belatedly explains.
"I was just kidding, dumbass."
"...Yes."
"You accept that shit way too fast. Casanova octopus bastard."
"Hey, no need to go that hard."
"I just think you could pull it off. Watch out—you might get stabbed someday."
I haven't even nailed down my first real relationship, and here she is calling me Casanova. If I'd actually been sleeping around, I wouldn't feel so wronged.
Oblivious to my thoughts, Se-young just laughs.
We exchange a few more bits of banter before getting up.
"I'm pretty drunk... Let's walk it off outside."
"You realizing that now?"
"You always say shit you don't need to. Always."
I stop Se-young from paying the bill and swipe my card instead.
Money's no object anymore—it's overflowing.
The rewards from wrapping up the cult and pharma company incidents have piled up enough to buy a house.
-Ding-a-ling.
"Come again!"
We leave the tavern and stroll straight down the main road from the Korean branch toward the academy.
Is it the booze making her hot? Se-young, in her pricey-looking cardigan, fans herself with her hand and shrugs it off.
"Ugh, it's getting hotter."
"Then keep your distance."
"What a clueless jerk. You should just keep that mask on and shut up—that suits you best."
"...Yes."
As she curses me out and slips off the cardigan, she sneaks in some body contact. Taking advantage of the empty street, she flashes the cleavage under her black tank top.
My eyes naturally drift there. Se-young's eyes curve into crescents.
"Pervert. Cadet's getting horny for his instructor, pfft. Done—stop staring."
Se-young lets go of her tank top.
She immediately drapes the cardigan around my neck. The familiar scent wafts from the yellow fabric covering the bottom of my mask and my mouth.
'Why's she acting like this today?'
She's been clingy from earlier, and she's pro-level at it.
How does she make sappy lines sound so annoyingly endearing?
She complains but does whatever she wants.
Her buzz seems gone already. On purpose?
If so, time to play along.
I hold out my hand to Se-young.
"Gimme your hand."
"Why?"
She pulls away but surrenders her right hand without resistance once I grab it.
"...Hey."
After dozens of seconds hand-in-hand.
"You're so clingy. Hey. Let go."
Her face flushed red, Se-young feigns annoyance.
"Not letting go? A virgin who's never dated grabbing a pure maiden's hand?"
"You dated?"
"You don't miss a beat, fucker."
She looks genuinely smacked.
I finally drove a nail into her chest. Feels kinda good.
I let go, saying it's a joke, and pull her into a shoulder hug. She doesn't hate it, burying her face against me.
A question I'd been avoiding bubbles up.
"Teacher."
"Yeah."
"What are we, exactly?"
"Sex friends."
She draws a firm line, like she won't cross it.
It stings a bit.
After all, she's the one who shares the most secrets with me and gets me like no one else.
And she's gorgeous. Idol-level, no joke.
Plus, even after I raped her, she forgave me—and went further, showing affection.
If I couldn't see her rationally, I'd be impotent.
"...Hmm."
Se-young eyes my unmoving lips, then revises.
"Sex friends who are flirting?"
"What kinda nonsense word is that?"
"I made it up. Sex friends just do sex, but flirting sex friends—'thumsex'—cover this stuff too."
Se-young presses against me. My arm slips between her breasts.
"Agree?"
"Agreed."
I nod, but honestly, it doesn't click.
Sex friends with couple vibes. Isn't that just dating with different words?
Not exactly the same, since we could see others.
She probably coined that ridiculous term considering social stuff and all.
'Quest's too weird for real dating anyway.'
We chat and walk for a while.
I thought it'd be awkward after so long, but constant messages kept it smooth.
Feels like reuniting with a childhood friend of ten years—total comfort.
"Hey."
"Yeah."
"Wanna go do it now?"
She winks. I nod.
I follow her naturally.
Shiba's asleep back home—no worries. Met at dawn, so no cadet gossip.
Perfect timing for some fun.
But she stops at the annex building.
A private space like the one I met Lee Seong-han in—used only for personal meetings.
"What're you doing? Come in."
Lee Se-young slaps my ass with an open hand.
Her office feels oddly familiar.
"Ah!"
"Figure it out now?"
It's just like the room where I raped Lee Se-young for the quest.
"Why bring me here outta nowhere? Not the best memory."
"Well."
-Rustle.
"Why're you stripping suddenly?"
Se-young grabs the hem of her tank top at the waist with both hands and yanks it up.
Her breasts bounce elastically, pulled up by the shirt, revealing their shape.
Split down the middle, shy pink nipples peek out from a sheer black bra.
Lee Se-young boldly approaches and rests her hand on my belt.
-Stroke, stroke.
Her hand slides down, slowly caressing the top of my cock.
"Haa... Hey. Know why I paid extra for this office and stripped?"
Se-young doesn't hide her arousal in her voice.
"You remember how you were back then?"
"Huh?"
"Just shoved me down right there, like this—"
Rough force sends me tumbling onto the sofa. The distance closes in an instant, my dress shirt half-unbuttoned.
"Hng."
Her nipple catches on my shirt button, twisting as she lets out a soft moan.
"Shoved your stinky mouth in to shut me up, smack."
A long, snake-like tongue ravages my mouth.
I tense a bit and call for help.
"T-take off the mask first."
"Don't. You little shit."
"...Pardon?"
"The mask makes it hotter. Smack."
She seals my mouth again, silencing me.
Her hand strokes from bottom to top, speeding up. Zipper down, my cock springs out, slapping her thigh.
"......♡"
Carnivore.
I'd heard the term.
Women who suck men dry to the bone.
Her eyes hide the buzz with ecstasy as she lowers her head, taking my cock fully into her mouth.
"Slurp, slurp."
Her stimulating tongue scrapes the base,
Tight lips add new pleasure.
Without dropping my pants, Se-young starts scratching her soaked crotch through her slacks with her index fingernail.
"Pfhaa. Hehe."
"Ngh..."
"Get it now? How I felt? Like it?"
Her free hand strokes me as she flashes a sly, foxy smile.
Even exhaling feels too good to respond.
"Well, you were ugly as hell back then, so it didn't balance out..."
She pouts briefly, then rubs her cheek against my cock.
"But I like it anyway."
"Like what?"
"Who knows?"
Se-young half-pulls down her pants and straddles me. Her drenched black panties fully exposed, matching the bra.
In cowgirl, she hugs me tight and whispers in my ear.
"What do I like?"
Her sultry voice hits as her glans tip pokes her entrance repeatedly.
"Huh? Wanna guess?"
It feels like she's begging me to thrust hard,
So I gather strength and buck my hips up from the sofa.
-Squelch!
Her walls part, water and air escaping with a sound that fills the room.
"...Oook♥"
Se-young spasms once. Buzz gone, she clings tight.
"...Fuck, it feels too good."
"What does?"
"Dunnooo? Might tell you if you pound me till I break."
Se-young weakens whenever we embrace.
I sit up abruptly, flipping positions.
"Kyaa!"
First time hearing that—can't stop grinning.
My fully buried cock twitches inside her, and each twitch makes her lips quiver upward.
Se-young stares at me desperately, like she's fighting to stay conscious.
Trembling labia minora. Wide-open panties. Her small, pale soles on my shoulders.
Sweaty nape—I bury my face there and lick.
"Hng..."
I move my hips slowly.
"Huuuk. Haa. Hup."
Her sultry moans fill the room.
I naturally lift her body, embracing her pale nude form.
She realizes the position change only after feeling the shift in stimulation.
"Feel good?"
"Haaang! Yeah... black, good..."
"What?"
"...Everything."
I start full throttle pistoning.
The squelching grows louder, our junction heating up.
"Haa, haaaang! Ugu, ooook♡ Eup!"
Is she holding back moans, screaming them out, or forgetting to breathe?
Even mid-breath, slamming her depths makes her spasm, breath catching.
Painful, yet she locks her legs around my back, face in bliss.
Like begging for more force.
Her aggressive side's long gone.
Just a female crying out in pleasure.
I shake my hips like a beast too.
First round.
I unload deep inside without thinking.
-Splurt!
"Haaaaak♥"
Se-young moans loud, bends forward hugging me tight, then arches back.
No need to see—the squirting's obvious.
Acorns falling from above roll on the floor, capping her climax.
Half-conscious, she picks one up and feeds it to me.
"Huu, ngh, eat."
"You hate these."
"...Shut up and eat."
-Crunch.
Disgustingly bland.
I grimace. Se-young sits up, hugs me, strokes my hair.
It's hot, so I thrust.
"Huuuk♡ Hey, sudden stab, hng, stop!"
Her limp body falls—I slip arms under her armpits, lifting her.
Lock position, support her thighs, hoist up.
"Hey, huuuk..."
"Hate it?"
"...Like it but hate."
Standing doggy, back hug style.
Ruthless pounding in a vulgar, stimulating pose.
Impossible normally, but this world's strength makes it special.
"See it?"
"...Yeah."
Se-young gulps, staring at our junction.
Still aroused, she reaches back, pulling my neck for deeper thrusts.
Full M-legs.
Splash! Splash!
I pound raw and whisper.
"So vulgar."
"...You hup! Haaaang! Made me thiiis wayyy."
"Felt it from the start. You masturbate a lot? No hymen. Or was it tree-knot wrinkles?"
"That's! Huuuut, from trainingggook♡"
"Really?"
"Words, haak, won't, hng. Come. Gulp."
Pained face, but her spasming walls tighten more.
I amp it up.
Squish! Squish!
"Huuuuuaaaang, haaaang!!!"
Se-young, neck immobile, bound in ecstasy, moans helplessly.
I release her hands, bend her over the sofa, and snap my hips in full doggy.
Slap!
"Hyaak!"
She collapses instantly.
I grab her chest to lift her upper body—bra rips down.
Whatever. Thrust in. Her walls ripple in bliss.
Squeeze her bursting tits, stimulate her clit with one hand.
-Splatter.
Water sprays.
Relentless full-body assault—her eyes refocus, she yells desperately.
"H-huuuuang! F-fountain. Pee. Gonna pee, gonna pee!"
"Isn't that what you want? Forcing it out on purpose."
"Waaant it! But not thiiiis... haaaak ugu, oooook♡"
"Cum inside?"
Nodnodnodnod.
Se-young shakes her head wildly, speechless—pure pleasure focus.
Acorns multiply, urge builds—I slam to her depths.
"Huuuup!"
I grind deep.
"Kahak, hup. Huuuu."
-Spluuuurt.
"......♥"
After climax, panting, we embrace on the saliva-soaked sofa.
*****
"Haa... Fuck, came inside."
Finally, Se-young's speech returns.
Cursing, but stroking her lower belly contentedly.
Suddenly, a fun idea hits—she smirks mischievously, glaring.
"If I get knocked up, you taking responsibility?"
"The one who won't let me is done talking?"
"Pft, hey, you pissed? Wanna date for real?"
"Nah, pass. Who'd want an old lady."
Knowing it's a joke, I quip back and flop on the sofa.
Se-young, still rubbing her belly, plops her tits on my chest and hugs tight, giggling.
"...Hey."
A low murmur in that position.
Tone shift tells me it's real.
"Yes."
"But why'd you rape me back then? Doesn't make sense. No status, no backing—suddenly there? That's not you."
When did she think of that?
Impressed by her deduction.
I stroke her spine. She moans softly, pleased.
"Quest made me."
"...Knew it."
Se-young smiles bitterly, unsurprised.
"What kinda World Tree gives a quest like that?"
I grin innocently and continue.
"For real. See why I don't wanna be the World Tree's husband? Not even sure if she likes me. Fail the quest? Penalty's death. Succeed and—"
"—Hey. Hold up."
Se-young cuts me off abruptly.
Post-sex haze shatters—she stares wide-eyed in shock.
"...Penalty what?"
Utterly baffled expression.