Café Manager MILF, Min Jiyou (1)

Before Lashu Leonhart arrived.

A latch clicked. The door groaned open on its hinges.

The hidden chamber attached to the vice principal's office swung wide, and inside it Min Jiyou was already waiting — draped in a sheer, see-through negligee, her posture all wrong, as if her body had given up before she had.

She shook her head.

"Please, honey. At least do some foreplay before you put it in... okay?"

"Forget it. Spread them."

Xia Jinping stepped into the dark and looked down at her with a face that held nothing at all. To him, a woman was an accessory. A thing you hung off yourself so the world could see you shine.

A trophy, more or less. Anything else is a harmful element.

Min Jiyou was no exception. She was merely a slightly more special trophy.

That was all she was.

She sank down where she stood.

"Please. Please...!"

"You want to lose that precious little café of yours? You want me to show you what I actually control? You filthy bitch. Get a little comfortable and suddenly you start climbing up on your own husband."

He even cocked his palm back, ready to slap her. Min Jiyou looked up at that hand and felt the same old despair settle over her again. To her, Xia Jinping was a cancer she could not cut out. He was despair itself.

A bitter, resigned smile touched her mouth. She peeled the negligee off.

Then she lay back on the bed and spread her legs.

Light leaking through the open door painted her naked body in a thin, merciless stripe. Her breasts — plump, springy mounds of flesh — rose and fell with her shallow breathing. Sweat sheened across her stomach as it kept lifting and sinking. Between her opened thighs, a soft flush of pale pink waited.

It was a simple body. It was also a beautiful one.

Xia Jinping's mouth stretched into a greasy grin. He licked his lips like a man sitting down to a meal.

"That's more like it. A woman this quiet — how nice is that? You're going to have to learn how to be loved all over again. Heh-heh-hehhh!"

He rubbed a cock that was not even large against the mouth of her pussy, and without a scrap of foreplay he shoved it in.

A wet, grinding squelch. Flesh forced open.

"Nngh—! Hah...!"

"Feels good for you too, right? Don't give me that 'it hurts' bullshit."

The shaft jammed in halfway and stuck. Xia Jinping did not care. He started rolling his hips anyway, sloppy and arrhythmic.

Min Jiyou bit down on her lower lip.

Ah— it hurts. It feels disgusting. It's like being raped...!

The thrusting began in earnest — a raw, meaty slap of skin — and she squeezed her eyes shut.

From the day he dragged me here until now, sex with him has never once been enjoyable. No. This isn't even sex. It's just him getting off. I'm nothing but jerk-off material...!

It was humiliating. An ordinary rape would have been gentlemanly by comparison.

Xia Jinping slobbered over her face and her breasts, leaving trails of saliva that smelled like soy sauce, and he laughed through it the whole time.

"Heh-heh-heh. Ah-hahahahaha!"

The pistoning grew rougher. The light in Min Jiyou's eyes went out by degrees.

I want to die. I want to die, so why... why is his face the one I keep seeing?

The hero who had thrown out a drunk for a complete stranger at the café. Lashu Leonhart. For some reason that face would not leave her.

And then it was as if Xia Jinping had become him — as if it were Lashu driving into her.

"Hahhn...♥"

Under that self-hypnosis, with the man on top of her swapped out in her mind, Min Jiyou let the tears come.

The emergency quest popped up, and I dropkicked the bastard.

Xia Jinping threw an arm up, caught it, and flung me off. Hah. You son of a bitch. If this weren't the academy, I'd be taking a piece of shit like you apart in full Lashu-god Creed mode.

"Y-you—?! What the hell are you?!"

I peeled the disguise lenses off my eyes and answered him.

"Me? I'm the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Hero of Justice, here to wreck you and that James asshole."

I called out the Dawn Guardians I had stashed in the ring and wrapped a hand around each one.

Xia Jinping stared, then let out a hollow laugh that curdled into a sneer.

"Heh-heh-hahaha! Fine. Fine. Assassins aren't exactly rare around me."

"I don't think I'm that common."

"True enough. You're the first one who showed up in a dress. Honestly, you were kind of pretty."

"That is not the point!"

This lunatic. Did he really have to say I was pretty? I mean, the girls had said the same thing when they stuffed me into that outfit, and they'd been pretty emphatic about it, but still.

Heh. It is true that you were pretty, is it not? This one feels a touch of jealousy!

Ah— Goddess!

How about next time you put the dress back on and do it with this one? Ufufu♥

Stop it! That's a dark history and you know it!

I let out a breath and locked my eyes on Xia Jinping.

"Xia Jinping. Sorry, but I need you to die. Oh, and don't worry — this is extremely personal."

"Personal? Hah...!"

"Don't get it twisted. I'm killing you because your existence and your name are both disgusting. I want to slice you open the way you slice the dick off a sex offender. We clear?"

"Heh-heh-heh. A developmentally delayed brat who runs around in women's clothes...!"

"Yeah, talk all you want. Time to show and prove."

I kicked off the floor. Xia Jinping came at me in the same breath, six points of light blazing hard across his chest.

A roar of displaced air. A staccato burst of footsteps.

He was fast enough to crater the floor of the vice principal's office. Even so, the moment I lit my aura — lightning aura included — I could see him. Barely.

"Haaah!"

Steel screamed. Xia Jinping's curved blade came down and I swept a Dawn Guardian up to kill it. We locked, weapons crossed, and the contest of strength started. It was not easy.

Metal groaned. Sparks chewed along the edge.

Xia Jinping cocked his head.

"What? You're clearly mid-stage Expert."

"Who said mid-stage can't wreck late-stage? You harmful pig bastard."

I snapped a front kick at him. He slipped it, slapped my leg aside, and tried to take my flank.

"That approach isn't going to work out for you."

I smiled at his face. The punch I had landed earlier had wrecked his right eye.

I stepped into the blind side that punch had made for me and cut.

Steel rasped. A shallow line opened on him, and he answered with a spinning back kick. I threw an arm up, caught it, and felt a grin pull at my mouth all by itself.

He's weaker than Horus. This is fine.

I focused. I cut at Xia Jinping. He twisted, turned, and cut back.

A sharp exchange opened between us. Xia Jinping swung the way a man practices Chinese martial arts — tight steps, economical movement, every cut pared down to the bone. That was why each exchange felt like it was going to land. But I could read all of it. I could parry all of it.

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A clean ring of steel.

The parry broke his stance.

A hard, beautiful crack.

"Ups-a-daisy!"

"Ghhk! You little—!"

I smashed him across the cheek with the flat of the blade. Xia Jinping stumbled back, then licked his lips.

"Heh. You harmful little shit. Even you won't be able to dodge this."

"You know that's a flag, right?"

"I am the enemy of all the people!"

His unique ability finally came online. Mana erupted off him and fanned out behind his back, and that mana became a thousand swords.

"Die."

A hiss like a nest of snakes. Then a screaming, overlapping shriek of steel.

The ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠swords came at me all at once. The speed was insane. The edges were worse.

Apostle. This is dangerous!

I know. That's why my hands are shaking harder. Hahaha!

I grinned and started batting them down. Dodge the ones coming straight on. Knock aside the ones coming in from the flanks.

Then, out of nowhere, a blade dropped for the crown of my head.

I snatched it. I hurled it back. It met another incoming sword and both of them vanished.

Kalsas's movement... so it's like this?

I pulled up the way Kalsas had moved and started slipping through the storm the way you dance — soft, continuous, never quite where the steel expected me to be.

A brutal, rattling hail. Swords punched into the innocent floor and winked out, over and over.

And still they did not stop.

A rain of blades, every one of them hunting my life. The motion was animal-rough and rain-elegant at the same time. Even a graze would have turned my guts to ice — and for some reason I was having the time of my life.

Like a man who only had today. I finished the dance that way.

"Hah. Hah."

I had slipped the entire Thousand Sword Rain, and I was panting for it. Slipping it had also closed the distance. I threw a high kick.

Xia Jinping took it flush and went through the office door.

"Y-you—?!"

"I need more ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠practice. At this level I couldn't even wipe out all the harmful birds."

"Do you have any idea who I— I will be the new chairman of this empire! The Great Land Dream! The Great Laaaand Dreeeeam!"

Mana detonated off Xia Jinping in a volume I could not even measure. He went full deployment — Ten Thousand Sword Rain, a storm far denser than the last one.

It felt like a nuke with the pin already pulled. I still was not scared.

"Fine. Full deployment it is!"

I poured everything I had into the blade. I steadied my breathing and held the Dawn Guardian straight.

Every ounce of power I owned gathered along the steel and left it as sword-ki. The energy cycling through my body collected on the edge and began to bloom into a brilliant corona of light.

It hit Xia Jinping's Ten Thousand Sword Rain head-on. The only thing left in the world was the sound — a crash like two forces that could erase a mountain range slamming into each other.

A tearing, splitting roar. Then a hollow, expanding boom.

I could feel the pressure and the noise blooming outward from the point where his power and mine had met. Which meant we were both going all the way.

A deep, building rumble. A rush of displaced air.

The shockwave finally tore loose in every direction. Everything it touched, it shredded. The building itself began to shake in earnest.

Screams floated in through the windows.

"Shit, the building's coming down!"

"What the hell was that?!"

"Get the professors and the instructors — no, get the guards toooo!"

And just like that, I was airborne. I looked down. The floor itself was already gone.

I flung a hand out on reflex. Something caught.

Huh? There's a doorknob here?

I was hanging off a doorknob I did not recognize. I looked down again.

Xia Jinping, split clean in half, was falling away as light.

"Hah. Trash mob. Hah, fuck, but I... I don't have anything left either..."

I had gone all the way. I had burned every last scrap of ki I had, and there was nothing in the tank.

The hand on the doorknob started to give. I hung there trembling, hanging on by stubbornness alone, and then even that ran out.

A catch of fingers.

The door opened, and someone grabbed my hand. It was Min Jiyou. Of all people.

"What on earth is— oh my god. The hero from that day?!"

She recognized me and sucked in a startled breath. She glanced around in a panic, then looked back at me.

"Um. What are you doing here? Why are you...?"

Even then, my brain was still turning. Fine. This was as good a moment as any. Might as well throw the confession in with it.

"I slew the Demon King. And I came to save you."

I was glad, honestly. Glad I got to see Min Jiyou again.

Maybe that was the relief talking. My eyes slid shut. In the last thinning edge of consciousness, a notification bloomed.

And then the lights went out.