Chapter 43
Chapter 43
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 43
Chapter Title: How to Steal the Protagonist's Woman
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The corridor was already shrouded in darkness. I couldn't see even an inch ahead.
I advanced carefully, one step at a time, minimizing my footsteps.
The place I arrived at was Sonya's room.
'The lights are off?'
Thinking it over, Sonya's behavior today had been unusual.
The dinner with her husband could be passed off as normal, but she'd provoked me right in front of Luna and even arranged for us to ride alone in the carriage to the mansion.
Yet once we arrived home and I stayed over, there'd been no advances at all.
'It's because of her husband, right?'
Whether she'd caught on or not, one thing mattered to me.
Click... creak.
...I wanted to do it.
Stepping inside quietly, I saw Sonya already asleep on the bed, tucked under the covers.
She breathed faint, slender breaths in a completely defenseless state, without a hint of caution.
Even occupying the wide bed all by herself, she'd left the spot beside her empty.
'Kukuku, that spot's mine now.'
I approached the bed cautiously.
Sonya had kicked the covers off her upper body, striking a seductive pose.
As my eyes gradually adjusted to the darkness, her figure slowly came into view.
Her nightgown-style pajamas—impossible to tell if sky blue or white—revealed her curves without reserve.
From tossing in her sleep, the strap over her chest had come loose, leaving her massive breasts—always hidden beneath her professor's robes—defenselessly exposed.
'Thrilling! Always feels brand new! Big tits are the best!'
Chuckling softly, I reached out toward Sonya's breasts.
And the instant my finger touched her nipple...
Pak!
"Eh!?"
Sonya bolted upright, clamping my arm hard with her left hand while her right began tracing a magic circle.
Caught off guard by her inhuman speed, I urgently whispered,
"I-it's me!"
"...Student Suho?"
Sonya halted her magic circle, staring right through me with the piercing blue glow emanating from it.
She let out a sigh and relaxed her grip.
Then she flicked my forehead hard.
Thwack!
"Ow."
"You scared me..."
Sonya touched the lantern on one side of the bed, illuminating the bedroom.
She began nagging me in a soft voice.
After several rounds of scolding, she seemed to notice my sulky expression and sat on the edge of the bed, gently stroking my head.
"...Did it hurt? Sorry."
"It was my fault anyway."
"Still sorry."
I sent a burst of admiration toward Sonya via comms.
'Wow, no joke.'
'I thought professors just scribbled on blackboards and explained stuff well...'
Today, I'd learned the hard way not to underestimate the profession.
It was like groping the breasts of a frontline weapon in wartime.
...Warm and soft for a weapon, though. Not a cold weapon, but a hot one, I suppose.
Sonya stroked my head for a while longer, then flashed a mischievous smile.
"...You were gonna pounce on me, weren't you?"
"Huh? No way. Just worried if you were sleeping okay."
"...Be honest."
"Yeah. I was gonna pounce."
"Pfft..."
I'm trash...
"...It just slipped out. I didn't even mean to say it."
It had truly been a reflexive slip.
I believe Sonya's greatest charm is her ability to draw out people's true feelings.
As she caressed my cheek, Sonya said,
"Still, hold back tonight. My husband's in the next room."
"..."
She had no idea about the conversation I'd had with Kal.
Part of me wanted to tell her right then.
'Damn, I wanna do it so bad... Should I just say her husband gave permission...'
...?
Why not just say it?
'Nah. There's nothing more thrilling than doing it while mutually aware but pretending otherwise.'
I was certain of it.
To keep the excitement alive in our relationship with Sonya, this uneasy tension had to remain.
The subtle fear blooming from that ambiguous "maybe-maybe-not" dynamic was bound to stimulate even more.
...And I just plain wanted to do it.
I'd come here confident I could, and I didn't want to leave empty-handed.
A brilliant idea flashed in my mind, and I made a proposal to Sonya.
"Then how about this: I'll touch your body, Professor. If you can hold out, I'll leave obediently."
"Oh? You sure that's okay?"
Sonya eyed me like it was laughable and began stroking my cock.
"I was gonna go easy on you, but if I win, you'll really go?"
"Of course."
"Hehe."
Aside from our first time, Sonya usually took the lead whenever we got physical.
No matter how hard I tried, she was a woman who'd mastered every trick in the book to cure her husband's erectile dysfunction.
But...
'Sonya Friedrich... you've unleashed my Black Flame Dragon.'
I slowly slipped my left hand under her skirt.
"Hmmp!! Krhmmp!!! Hngh! Mmph!!"
Lying on the bed, Sonya clamped both hands over her mouth, desperately stifling the moans threatening to burst out.
Her eyes begged me amid tears, overwhelmed by pleasure she'd never known in her life.
Her thighs, infected by the ecstasy from her pussy, lacked even the strength to clench.
Her trembling thighs could only serve to support my invading fingers.
"Krhm! Hnggh! Hmph! Haaaang!! Hmmp!"
Startled by her own scream-like moans leaking out, she clamped her hands over her mouth again.
Grinning wickedly, I said to her,
"Professor? You still got a ways to go?"
"Kruuuh! Kmmp! Hngh! Hngkrmp~!"
She seemed desperate to speak but couldn't pull her hands away.
She could only wear that tearful, pleading expression toward me.
To my eyes, it looked like she was begging me to leave.
'Hehe... I wanted to see you begging like this!'
I love Sonya.
But sex isn't just about consideration and reading the room.
Sometimes you need to bulldoze right through.
A woman's defenses crumbling under your technique is the ultimate male fantasy.
And I could crumble any woman with my hand skills.
"Krhm! Hngh! Hng... haa... haa..."
I stopped my hand just before Sonya reached climax again.
Her pussy had soaked through her pajamas, drenching the bed entirely.
"Hm... p-please... hng... just a little more..."
"Want me to go?"
"...Yes."
The dignified senior figure she'd shown me was long gone.
All that remained was a woman whose defenses had crumbled, ready to accept everything.
"Then can I fuck you tonight, Professor?"
"Th-that's..."
Sonya turned her flushed face aside, unable to answer right away.
I wanted to lick the tears streaming down her cheeks.
'Ooh, what mental fortitude. Thought she'd be totally broken by now.'
'...Not good enough.'
'Gonna make her beg for it while panting and drowning in pleasure!'
I plunged my fingers back into her pussy.
Sonya’s precious depths weren’t merely wet—they were overflowing to the point it’d be cruel not to fill them, burning hot.
But what I wanted wasn’t her beautiful pussy.
I wanted to see her utterly broken before me, pleading desperately.
"Ah, no! Hngh! Kmp! Hkrhm!"
She clamped her hands over her mouth again and began writhing desperately, swallowing her moans.
Even with love juices still unshed, they began overflowing anew.
Tease, edge, tease, edge, tease...
After a full hour of repetition...
"Haaang! P-please! Put it in! I can't take it! I don't care if my husband's there!"
Unable to endure any longer, Sonya let out a small scream.
It was loud enough for her husband to hear.
I stopped my hand and looked at Sonya.
Her trembling arms clutched my arm as she begged.
"Please... hng!"
I spread the legs of the prone Sonya and stared intently at her crotch.
Her neatly groomed mound from before bed had been ravaged by one man, turned into a sopping mess of love juices.
Sonya’s precious pussy was flushed bright red, its entrance gaping as if inviting anyone to invade.
With unfocused eyes, Sonya gazed endlessly at me.
A joyful, expectant expression lit her face.
Expecting me to thrust in now that her legs were spread...
"Haa... haa..."
"..."
"You... wanna put it in, right?"
Those words were the last scraps of pride she'd mustered as a woman.
I smiled cruelly down at her.
"...Can't do that, sorry. Your attitude's no good, Professor."
"Atti-tude? Wh-what... Haaang! Hmmp!! Mmph!!"
But I crushed even that final shred of pride.
With thumb and forefinger, I delicately toyed with her swollen clit—like handling a priceless gem—twisting and teasing it every which way.
"Heuk... hmmp... haa..."
This wasn’t the overwhelmed pleasure face from before.
Her mouth hung open, eyes on the verge of rolling back.
When I stopped the clit play, she looked up at me with an exhausted expression, mouth still agape.
Sonya spoke with labored effort.
"Pl-... please..."
"What was that?"
Unable to control her tongue properly, she somehow dragged out her final plea.
"You... put it iiiin... haang!"
Hearing that, I immediately thrust my cock into her pussy.
No resistance in the passage.
The ridges, slick with her juices, easily welcomed the invasion.
Her nectar's heat felt like it would melt my dick.
With every piston, Sonya stuck out her tongue, managing only faint, labored moans as if on the verge of fainting.
"Heuk... hm... haa..."
My form didn't register in her dilated pupils.
Limp all over, Sonya let her arms and legs splay across the bed, every nerve focused on her pussy.
With the thrill of having broken her, I pistoned like a madman.
Squelch, squelch, squelch, squelch.
"Heuk... hm... hmmp..."
"Haa! Haa! Feels so good, Professor!"
"M-me too... hii..."
Clinging to her crumbling mind, Sonya answered my words however she could.
And the final moment arrived.
"Professor, I'm gonna cum!"
"C-cum..."
"Krgh!"
"Heuk..."
I slammed my pistoning cock to the hilt, battering her womb entrance.
The semen flooding her womb blanked out her mind in white.
"Haa... haa..."
Panting raggedly, I looked down at Sonya.
"..."
Her eyes rolled back, and she passed out.
"Haa... haa..."
Luna pulled her flushed face from beneath the covers, lost in afterglow with a dazed expression.
She'd never imagined a solo act could feel this incredible.
But from some turning point, she'd sunk into daily masturbation and couldn't stop.
Vowing it was the last time, only to fantasize about that man the next day and touch herself again.
Knowing it was a filthy act, yet unable to escape the addiction.
Lost in the lingering pleasure, Luna wondered,
'How amazing would it feel if he put it in...'
Fantasizing about the thing she'd never seen in her life, Luna drifted into deep sleep.