48. Teacher Mion's Belly Rub Requires Endurance
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Translator: JayM
Chapter: 48
Chapter Title: Teacher Mion's Belly Rub Requires Endurance
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Jeong Yoo-shin approached Mion and roughly grabbed her shoulders.
“Eek!”
She flinched.
His mind raced.
He wanted to rip off her clothes, grab her breasts, and watch her writhe in pleasure.
His eyes gleamed with lust.
“…Skar.”
Her half-closed eyes opened slightly, revealing her golden irises.
She spread her arms, as if inviting him to embrace her.
“Are you… alright?”
Her gentle words snapped him out of his trance.
“…Ugh.”
‘What am I doing?’
He felt like a bucket of cold water had been poured over his burning lust.
The trust he had built in this city.
The kindness he had received.
The inn and the people he was responsible for.
He couldn’t just abandon them.
Not because of a momentary lapse in judgment.
He couldn’t do that, even if he was going insane.
And…
Mion’s body trembled slightly. Despite her fear, she bravely opened her arms to him.
He was ashamed of himself for trying to repay her kindness with lust.
He gritted his teeth, stepped back, and bowed his head deeply.
“I apologize.”
“What?”
“I almost… crossed the line, consumed by my desires.”
“I… I see.”
Mion fidgeted, flustered by his sudden apology.
“I apologize.”
He repeated.
Mion, regaining her composure, gently stroked his hair.
“…It’s alright, Mr. Skar. Everyone has burdens they struggle to bear.”
‘Is she an angel?’
“Thank you.”
“Ahem! But we still need to check the Sacred Sigil, right?”
She cleared her throat, and steered the conversation back to the main topic.
He looked up.
“You mean the Sacred Tattoo?”
“Yes. It’s essential to confirm its stability.”
She had switched to her strict teacher mode.
He saw it.
“Understood. But there’s something I need to tell you first.”
“Yes?”
“I’m currently wearing an imprint suppression ring. I bought it a while ago, but I haven't had the chance to tell you yet. I apologize.”
“What?!”
Mion stumbled back in shock.
“But I can’t let your efforts go to waste. I’ll help you, but I have a favor to ask of you.”
“What is it?”
“I lost consciousness when I first put on the ring. I’m fine now, but I’m still a bit worried. Could you cast a mental protection spell or something when I put it back on after we confirm that the Sacred Tattoo is working?”
“Of course!”
She agreed without hesitation.
“Alright.”
They looked at each other in the quiet summer classroom.
Gulp.
Mion swallowed and lifted the hem of her loose robe again.
“Now… please, touch my belly.”
He knelt on one knee and removed the ring from his finger.
He gently placed his hand on her belly.
The soft, silky fabric of her habit couldn’t block the feel of the soft flesh beneath.
Warm and smooth.
He slowly caressed the area below her belly button, where the Sacred Tattoo glowed.
“Eep!”
Mion gasped and stumbled, her hands trembling as she clutched her robe.
“Are you alright, Teacher Mion?”
He looked up at her.
“Hee hee.”
Their eyes met.
Her half-closed eyes made it difficult to read her expression.
He suddenly felt a surge of anger.
How could she just casually offer her belly for him to touch, with that voluptuous body of hers?
Even seduction had its limits.
Did she understand how he felt?
The lonely, agonizing struggle of his five months of celibacy?
She probably didn’t.
He wanted to show her. With her own body.
Shared pain is halved pain, after all.
‘Teacher Mion, this is the belly rub you asked for.’
Mion saw a predatory glint in his eyes. A lustful spark in the usually righteous man’s gaze.
Her stomach clenched.
“Eep!”
Her legs gave way, and she collapsed against him.
Her breasts, soft as pudding, pressed against his chest.
‘Firm.’
She unconsciously rubbed her erect nipples against his firm chest.
She looked up at him, their faces close enough to feel each other’s breath.
“It’s difficult to touch your belly like this.”
He said with a smile.
“Y-Yes.”
He placed his hands on her shoulders.
He turned her around and embraced her from behind.
“Teacher Mion, let’s begin.”
His breath tickled her ear.
He sat down on the chair next to her desk.
“Y-Yes.”
His hand gently caressed the Sacred Tattoo.
“Ha… Ha…”
She moaned and squirmed.
‘Hmm?’
He felt a particularly firm, rounded area beneath his fingertips.
Her womb.
He could tell immediately. Women tended to store fat in their lower abdomen to protect their womb.
He gently caressed the area, then pressed down firmly just above her womb.
Her body trembled as he pressed on the pulsating area.
“Ha… Ha…”
She turned her head to the side as she gasped for air.
“G-Gently…”
“Like this?”
He traced circles around her belly button with his finger.
“G-Gently…”
He gently pinched her belly.
“Eek!”
Her body twitched as if she had been electrocuted.
His hand moved again, pressing firmly on her ovaries.
“Ha!”
She gasped, turning her head away again.
She resented him for targeting her weak spots.
He ignored her and tickled the area around her belly button.
His finger, slowly circling her belly button, heightened her anxiety.
He gently inserted his finger into her belly button.
“Eek!”
Her body convulsed.
His finger, firm and unyielding, filled her belly button.
“Mion, I’m twenty-three years old. A man in his prime. And you’re asking me to touch your soft belly? Don’t you think that’s a bit much, Teacher Mion?”
“Th-That’s… Eek!”
He ignored her reply and moved his finger lower.
‘N-No!’
His finger tapped on her womb.
His persistent, yet gentle, touch made her hips loosen and her waist buck involuntarily as a result.
He placed both his hands on her lower abdomen and massaged it, pulling her upwards.
The womb-lifting massage.
The realization that the most intimate part of her body was being manipulated by his hands, kneaded and squeezed until it melted like warm cheese…
It drove her mad.
Her spine tingled.
Her body throbbed with anticipation.
A precarious sense of impending doom spread through her.
He massaged her ovaries again, then gently stroked her belly downwards.
She tensed.
‘I’m… dying!’
All she could do was endure, her body limp, as his hands massaged her womb.
A clenching sensation pulsed deep within her.
She felt like she would shatter if he pressed any harder.
An unfamiliar sensation.
A sensation she had never experienced before.
“P-Please… stop…”
She managed to speak, her voice barely above a whisper.
“No.”
Her lips trembled at his firm refusal.
“N-No! Stop…!”
She desperately tried to pull away, but her efforts only made her press closer against him.
His hand pressed firmly against the area below her belly button.
Her womb, softened and sensitized, was crushed beneath his hand.
A jolt of pleasure shot up her spine.
The unfamiliar sensation overwhelmed her.
“Hee…”
She arched her back, her tongue lolling out.
She made a lewd moan, unbecoming of a virtuous priestess.
‘I’m dying!’
She cried out inwardly, her body pinned beneath his strong hands, as she experienced her first, earth-shattering orgasm.
Her breath hitched as her tongue was still lolling out, then she went limp.
“Teacher Mion?”
The Sacred Tattoo glowed faintly.
He saw a tear roll down her cheek, and his heart sank.
“Are you alright?”
“…Please… let go…”
His grip loosened, and she pulled away from him.
“…Teacher Mion.”
“The Sacred Sigil is stable. Then…”
She stood up unsteadily and cast a spell.
[Mind Protection]
The spell enveloped him.
“You should be able to wear the ring without any side effects now.”
She stumbled out of the classroom without looking back.
‘Oh my god! He saw me like that!’
She touched her burning cheeks as she walked down the hallway, her womb still throbbing.
She stopped and caressed her lower abdomen.
Another shiver ran down her spine.
“Ha… Ha…”
What if… What if he put that inside her?
The thought made her arch her back. She covered her mouth with her hand and gripped the windowsill, her body trembling.
Her ample buttocks jiggled involuntarily.
“Dangerous…”
She muttered, removing her hand from her mouth.
Embarrassed, she hurried away, hoping she wouldn’t run into him again.
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Jeong Yoo-shin was alone in the empty classroom.
He looked down at his hands.
‘Am I screwed?’
He had gone too far in teasing Mion.
He immediately regretted it.
She even cried.
You idiot.
Slap!
He slapped himself.
He should apologize.
He put the ring back on his finger.
He felt dizzy. His eyes closed involuntarily.
He could feel his libido surging.
“Ha…”
He managed to control himself.
He sighed and fiddled with the ring.
‘Mion.’
He would apologize the next time he saw her. He was afraid that he would lose control again if he saw her now.
He stood up and left the classroom.
“Hey! Barbarian!”
As he was walking across the orphanage courtyard, he heard someone call out to him.
He turned around and his eyes widened.
‘Cain.’
Mion’s older brother.
The Knight Captain.
The extreme sister complex guy.
Cain, dressed casually in a simple shirt, approached him.
“Skar, you lucky bastard.”
His heart sank.
“W-What do you mean?”
He stammered.
“Mion taught your class today, right? You must have enjoyed it. Being in the same room with Mion, breathing the same air, making eye contact… how could you not?”
“…Yes, it was… pleasant, but what brings you here?”
“Nothing special. I’m on vacation, so I came to see my sister.”
Cain glanced at his bear-faced bag and said,
“You’ve been through a lot, haven’t you? You poor barbarian.”
“It’s manageable.”
“Good. Stay strong. If you get a good imprint, your life will turn around in no time.”
‘Shit.’
A sudden realization struck him like a dagger to the heart.
A cold sweat trickled down his back.
This was a crisis.
If Cain found out about his Female Virgin Corruption imprint, he would be brutally torn limb from limb by the very hands of the Labyrinth City’s Virgin Sister Protector.
Cain, seemingly in a good mood, patted him on the shoulder.
“Don’t be nervous. I’m not going to eat you. Today, I’m not the Knight Captain, but Mion’s older brother. As long as you don’t commit any crimes, you have nothing to worry about.”
“I… I see.”
He forced a smile.
Cain removed his hand from his shoulder.
“I’ll see you around.”
Cain, who had been grinning, suddenly stopped, his expression hardening.
He was holding a long strand of golden hair.
Mion’s hair.
“…What’s this?”
Cain’s low voice gripped his heart.
Shit.
‘I’m so fucked.’
He froze.
It was midday in early summer.
And he was facing the biggest crisis of his life.
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T/N - F*ck! That’s way too much teasing! The author really likes to torture his readers. Also, how will the MC escape this sudden life-or-death crisis? Find out next time in Drag— *cough cough* Let's stop there.