How Much Have You Changed?
I deliberately took a different approach than before.
If this made him mistakenly believe that raising mana required physical contact while stripping it away needed none at all, that would be the icing on the cake.
I had no idea what Jang Yong would actually think, of course.
I restored his mana at once.
The real work started after that.
I dragged things out on purpose, even letting out a few strained, pained noises as if the effort were agony. Only then did I raise his mana a single rank, all the way to E-2. I piled on the theatrics of a man who had poured out every last drop of energy, gasping and heaving.
"Hup… Th-that's impossible."
"Ugh… Enough of the fuss. Go back to your room as if nothing happened. I've overused my power. Leave me alone. Quickly."
"Ah, yes… Those eyes…"
"You may open them. Just don't look at me—go straight outside…"
"Ah… Yes, Hyung… Thank you. This debt…"
"Hurry…"
Once I put on the exhausted act, he looked apologetic and left as though he had no choice.
Fuck.
Just do what I say and get out already.
Augh…
Whether the dose had truly taken hold would only be clear tomorrow. A single rank of mana might not bind him to me all that tightly, but if he was as hungry for achievement as most Awoken, he would definitely want more. And when that moment came, he would have to bring Jang Ahra right in front of me. That would be my price for the next upgrade.
I called Baek Hwayeon at once—for disinfection and sterilization.
Knock. Knock.
"Team Leader. It's Baek Hwayeon."
I summoned her first because she would matter most in tomorrow's hunt. She stood at my door less than thirty seconds after I contacted her, so frantic she hadn't even put on shoes.
I pulled her straight inside and locked the door.
"What were you doing to be dressed like that?"
"Ah, well…"
"……?"
I looked her over from head to toe. Sweat beaded on her forehead. A loose sleeveless T-shirt clung to her, nipples clearly outlined in the center. No bra. Below that she wore hot pants that showed off those long, model-perfect legs.
Hah.
"I was exercising a little."
"Oh! You've been keeping it up?"
"Yes…"
I had told Baek Hwayeon to train steadily and build her stamina. That had been two weeks ago already. Ever since the day we first slept together, time had slipped by in a blink. She had asked to see me several times in between; I had turned her down cold every single time. Was she getting restless? I hadn't refused on purpose—there had simply been too many other women to handle, so she had been pushed down the list. Now she was the top priority. In the dungeon we were currently raiding, ranged firepower was that important.
"Show me how much you've changed."
Baek Hwayeon gave a small nod—and then started peeling her clothes off without hesitation.
H-hey?
I had every intention of stripping her myself, but she was doing it on her own? I actually liked taking a woman's clothes off with my own hands. This felt like cheating. Apparently she remembered our last encounter and decided she was supposed to bare everything. Telling her to put them back on would have been awkward, so I let it slide.
For pure visual pleasure, her body was perfection. Proportions, skin, every line—pure art. The claim about exercising must have been true; her skin still looked dewy. The discarded sleeveless shirt was damp with sweat.
And one more thing.
"Hmm? What's wrong?"
"That…"
She had been moving without a shred of shame until her hands suddenly froze.
"Why aren't you taking off your panties?"
"Um… please don't look."
"What?"
Curious, I studied her lower belly carefully. Twisting away, she finally slid the panties down, then hurriedly hid them so I couldn't see and rubbed them against her crotch. I simply watched her ass.
"Stop right there!"
"……"
"Hand me the panties."
"I can't…"
After a brief hesitation she gave them over. I unfolded the fabric at once. At first I thought the dampness was sweat. It wasn't. The soaked crotch was pure Baek Hwayeon—her own lewd juices.
I started to bring them to my nose.
"Ah, no… they're dirty…"
"Then explain. You said you were exercising. Why are you in this state?"
"Because I want to get stronger quickly…"
"Is that really all?"
"…My pussy keeps… itching… I want to touch it…"
That was enough. She had clearly been doing it alone. And she had only just begun to awaken to the instinct. Cute, in its way. It meant our first time together hadn't been a bad memory.
I sat on the edge of the bed and pulled the completely naked Baek Hwayeon in front of me. Bending low, I brought my nose close to her pussy and made a show of inhaling deeply. She whimpered that I shouldn't and tried to push my head away. I immediately flipped her Magic Switch off. Mana was only a hindrance during sex. I would turn it back on at the peak.
"Is Baek Hwayeon more interested in something else than getting stronger?"
"No…"
"You have to be honest with me at all times. Only then can I find those blocked mana pathways of yours and open them. You don't think last time was the end, do you?"
"…I don't really know. But every night I keep remembering the day I spent with you, Team Leader… and before I realize it my fingers are rubbing my pussy… I have little siblings at home…"
"Hmm… Be careful in front of them. In front of me, though, it's fine. Why don't you show me what you were doing? I need to check whether you're doing it properly."
I spouted pure Japanese AV nonsense. The miracle was that it actually worked on a woman like Baek Hwayeon—that was her particular charm. Breaking a wild Kim Isol was fun in its own right, but this quiet, obedient type had its own appeal. When the mental stress piled up, a girl who simply listened might be even better.
She sat in the middle of the bed, legs spread, pillows and blankets stacked behind her for support, and brought her fingers between her open thighs. I planted my face only a few dozen centimeters away and watched her masturbate.
Had watching her senior get herself off given her a taste for it? Just the sight of Baek Hwayeon touching herself made my cock feel ready to burst. Unlike the senior who had begged with filthy words, Baek Hwayeon's self-pleasure was as neat and elegant as her face. Long, slender fingers glided over a pretty, faintly flushed pussy, using her own juices as lubricant. They stroked along the labia, then one knuckle slipped into the small hole. As if that single joint were enough, it slid right back out.
"Aaa…"
A tiny, adorable moan. Not even ASMR, yet it made my ears tingle and goosebumps rise.
"Ah… mmm… haa…"
The soft sounds continued as her fingers grew bolder. Even after wiping with the panties earlier, her pussy was instantly wet again. Her cute little anus began a slow rhythm of clenching and relaxing. Juice started dripping in thin streams. Her breathing roughened—yet even that remained delicate. The free hand that had been gripping the sheets finally rose to her breasts and began kneading them. It felt strangely like spying on a girl doing something she must never be seen doing.
"Does having me stare like this feel any different from when you do it alone?"
"Hng… No… My heart is pounding harder and it feels strange… hng…"
"I'll help make it feel even better."
I couldn't just watch any longer. I lifted one of the legs she was still working between and brought my mouth to her toes.
"Haaang! Ti-ticklish…"
"Endure it."
"…Yes… hnn…"
Starting from her toes, I kissed my way up those long, elegant legs. The closer my lips came to her lower belly, the stronger the stimulation; Baek Hwayeon suddenly trembled all over. Her toes curled tight from holding back the ticklish sensation. By the time I reached the soft skin of her inner thighs near her crotch, she had already stopped touching herself—as if she wanted my mouth and tongue to take over the job her fingers had been doing.
I caught the hand she had been using and brought it to my nose. I breathed in the scent at her fingertips, tasted it with my tongue, then slipped the fingers into my mouth and sucked with a wet sound. Watching the fingers that had been inside her own pussy disappear into my mouth filled Baek Hwayeon's pretty face with pure shame. She squeezed her eyes shut.
"Open your eyes."
I released her fingers and moved to the thoroughly soaked, lewd slit. Unlike her refined face, her pussy was dripping and ripe. I began tasting that fruit with tongue and lips, raining kisses over its pretty shape.
"Hnn… haaang…"
I worked every fold and crevice, sucking and licking until I decided it was enough. At the same time I stripped off my own clothes one piece after another.
"Haa… haa…"
She was breathing hard. Her body rose and fell with each breath; the way her breasts and belly heaved was both beautiful and obscenely erotic. I brought my cock to her soaked entrance.
"I'm putting it in. This is the second time, so I hope you enjoy it."
I coated myself thoroughly in her juices and thrust deep into her pussy. The sensation of her walls sliding around me was extraordinary—far better than the first time. A mental difference? Or maybe the exercise had already started to change her.
I covered her body and kissed her while beginning a gentle rhythm of the hips. Ordinary at first. Then I shifted positions, driving deeper and harder, testing what she liked best. We tried a variety of angles.
"Hng… haang… aht… good…"
We rose from the bed. I had her brace against the wall and bend at the waist. Those long, slender legs made the rear view devastating.
"Aaa…"
Did she like this one? The depth of her moans changed, as if they were rising from somewhere much deeper inside.
"Huk… huk… Careful not to hit your head on the wall. Going hard."
I pounded her from behind, intensity climbing until her heels began to lift off the floor. I rubbed her narrow waist and looked down at her ass. My cock disappeared and reappeared beneath that cute rear and the tight little hole above it.
Slap!
"Hwaaang—!"
I suddenly wanted to spank her. The moment I did, she clenched around me even harder.
Slap!
"Hwaaat!"
Every smack drew a violent reaction. I kept spanking her ass while thrusting without pause. With her mana switched off, only a few strikes turned the skin bright red. That unusually pale backside ripened like a peach.
"Hwang… it hurts… hnn…"
Pleasure was clearly outrunning the pain. Her words didn't sound sincere—her moans had only grown louder.
I felt the rising urge to come. Five positions tested; it was time. The only question was whether to finish inside or pull out. Then I remembered I had never fed Baek Hwayeon my semen. I carefully withdrew the cock that had been kissing her womb entrance.
"Hoo… Lie down on the bed now."
"Haa, haa… Yes…"
I lay on my back staring at the ceiling. The still-panting Baek Hwayeon draped herself over me in reverse. I brought my cock to her lips and settled into a male-superior sixty-nine.
"Suck it with your mouth. Like candy."