Three Days of Peace and a Steamy Cave Morning
Three days had already passed since we entered the Gate on the path of domination. Thanks to the snowfall providing excellent cover, we'd enjoyed utterly peaceful days without a single attack. When I went out hunting for food, Park Jisu took up position on high ground to provide covering fire. When I returned, she'd scout the surroundings and map out monster nests. Perfect division of labor, right?
Feels like we're getting it too easy. Guess we should at least do some subjugating.
The sunlight filtering through cracks in the cave entrance chased away my lingering sleepiness, filling my head with thoughts.
"Mmmph."
A strange mumble drew my gaze to my chest, where Park Jisu had rolled into my arms overnight and fallen asleep clinging to my waist.
Should I slip out...?
Ever since acquiring my Incubus ability, I'd been regulating my condition by fucking Ritka regularly. But after days of celibate cave life, Park Jisu's thickening scent was synergizing with my urges, making my body react. We'd clearly gone to sleep apart on the first night, but her rolling in like this meant she must sleep-talk something fierce.
I tried reciting the Heart Sutra to calm myself, but apparently God was dead—my dick stretched out with a yawn, pressing against Park Jisu's lower belly like a branding iron as it hardened. A cock rejecting Buddha's teachings. What a strong-willed bastard...
Fuck it. Whatever.
I had nothing to be ashamed of. What was wrong with a vigorous young man being vigorous? Since things had come to this, might as well enjoy it. If she got to sleep all comfy hugging me like a body pillow, why shouldn't I?
Pretending to sleep-talk myself, I gently pulled Park Jisu closer and inhaled deeply.
Hasn't bathed in days, but damn, she smells good.
Her soft, sweet body scent burrowed into my nose, making my cock throb even harder. Was it my hands on her body or the heat from my crotch? Park Jisu stirred like she was waking up. I quickly adjusted my breathing with mana.
Not what I learned it for...
This scenario played out every morning, so she probably thought I had no idea she woke up in my arms. Watching her blush and fluster first thing was my daily routine starter.
Today's gonna be different, though.
While I entertained dirty thoughts, Park Jisu wriggled in my arms and tried to sit up, sensing the familiar situation. But unlike usual, the hot hardness pressing her lower belly sparked doubt. Curiosity must've won out—she squeezed and stroked my cock slowly over my pants.
My reflexive twitch followed.
Oh. Fuck.
Park Jisu didn't seem to realize it was my dick at first. She fiddled with it curiously for a while before suddenly freezing. Sure, she got teased for her small frame, but she was a full-grown adult woman—curves where they counted. She'd figured out exactly what she was touching.
Oh. She's trembling.
From her perspective, it must've been ridiculous. Waking up in her partner's arms to find his fully erect cock shoved against her... Considering her usual personality, I wondered how she'd handle it.
Gonna kick me right away?
After a moment of quivering against me, Park Jisu made her move.
This fucking bitch?
Her action was simple: she kept stroking my cock without stopping. Like she'd seen it somewhere, she clumsily jerked it over my pants—less out of awkwardness, more like satisfying her curiosity. Her hot gaze burned on my closed-eyed face. After eyeing me briefly, whatever reassurance she found made her snake her hand into my pants like a serpent.
My body jerked reflexively at her cold hand's touch. She froze again in surprise.
Let's see how far she'll go.
I was already pent-up; better her hand than mine solving it miserably. I'd long noticed Park Jisu treated me special compared to the other cadets.
Who knew it was romantic interest...
Would a woman stroke a guy's dick with no attraction? If so, she'd be trash-tier predator. Must be my recent brighter vibe, skills, and looks doing the work.
After pausing, seeing no sign I'd wake, she resumed stroking. Swish. Swish. Frustrated snort when it didn't go her way—she pulled her hand out.
That's it? Fuck. Half-assed bullshit.
Seeming to give up on the unfamiliar act, Park Jisu surprised me by wriggling her fingers into my pocket and pulling out the deerskin glove.
This clever little slut!
Remembering the feel from last time I lent it, she figured it'd beat bare hands instinctively.
Ugh. Tickles my dick.
Reacting like she'd rummaged my pocket, I loosened my hold on her and rolled onto my back properly.
"Hik!"
Turning revealed my massive pillar through the open fly. Gasping at the sight after only feeling it, Park Jisu swallowed hard. My cock was a masterpiece of heat and effort—turtlehead shape, veins, terrifying glory.
After glancing at me frozen, confirming I slept on, she brought her trembling hand to it. Swish. Then the slow handjob began. Her body-warm touch through the heavenly silk-like deerskin amid the cool air. I exhaled faintly in satisfaction.
Fuu... Thanks, King Hyeonjong.
Feeling the sharp tingle below, I cracked my eyes secretly. There she was: Park Jisu, eyes glued to my exposed cock, shaking her hand furiously. Her hazy, perverted gaze as hot breaths escaped. Tiny hands stacked, stroking up and down—sweat beading on her forehead and trickling.
Pushing sweaty hair behind her ear, she redoubled. How long? Rookie moves, but with premium deerskin—unendurable. My cock throbbed, signaling.
Swelling harder endlessly. Park Jisu sensed the pre-cum signs vaguely, sweating bullets now. She'd jerked without thought of finish or cleanup.
Not my problem.
Cleanup was hers. Figure it out. But her next move blew past expectations.
Slurp.
Perfect crime? Tiny mouth engulfing my glans, eyes squeezed shut. Taboo thrill from her cute face plus mucosal grip—my pelvis tensed hard.
Splurt! Spluuurt! Gloop gloop—her cheeks ballooning with thick ropes.
"Mmph! Mmmph!"
Filling her mouth to the brim, it mercifully ended. Laughing inwardly at her panic over the load.
Her cocky attitude lately? Served her right.
"Hey. What're you doing?"
My low voice startled her; she jolted, inhaling sharply—more than intended with her mouth full.
"Hngk! Gulp. Kk! Gulp."
Too much to swallow at once—her throat bobbed again. I waited as she choked and coughed. Watching silently, she blurted flustered words, face crimson.
Glancing at my still-imposing cock, then her face, I stared silently before slowly smirking.
"So the sex offender was you."
Her face paled at my sly grin; she shook her head frantically.
"N-no. It's... like this."
"Like what?"
"I... opened my eyes and..."
"Yeah."
Teasing her words out softly, she relaxed at my lax attitude, color returning. Face red as a persimmon, head bowed deep. I fixed my pants and approached.
Situation weird start to finish, but this was basically her confession, right? Explaining her uncharacteristic meekness.
Confession's no big deal. Sucked me off and milked a load—confession done.
No loser rejects a woman throwing herself at him. Especially Park Jisu, top beauty at the Academy, monopolizing cadet crushes—had her own fan cafe online. I wasn't some desperate nerd.
Head down, awaiting judgment.
"Hey. Next time, I'll do you."
Chuckling, I patted her head and stood. Her dazed upward gaze clutching her hair? Adorably cute.
"What're you doing? Worked up an appetite this morning. Make food, bitch."
Back to normal banter, her lips stretched into a beaming smile as she dove into my arms, hugging my waist tight. Couldn't help laughing.
"Asked for food, bitch. You think your hubby's words are a joke?"
"Sniff. G-gonna give it. Wait. Ngh."
"Hey. Don't sniffle snot. Wait... that snot?"
Thwack!
"Ow!"
Her tiny fist to my side—no pain, but I played it up. Good things stay good.
"Wifey's got such rough hands."
"Shut up, you thug."
Sniffling—snot or cum?—in my arms, she calmed and darted to the food stash. Passing by, her face wore a smile I'd never seen and reddened eyes—a poorly kept secret.