Not Harassment
Not Harassment
Liana was a hero who had once served as a pillar of the African Demon Realm Frontline.
In vulgar terms, she'd been through hell and back and survived.
Having experienced all manner of bizarre and extraordinary things, she could handle most situations with composure and calm.
- Squish...
"Nn... ngh, j-just a... moment...."
Right now, that composure was nowhere to be found.
Her mind, which should have remained cool and collected, was now stuffed with a jumbled tangle of pleasure.
Her mouth, opening against her will, kept leaking indecent moans.
Liana pressed her lips firmly shut.
Eventually, she cautiously opened her tightly shut eyes and lowered her gaze.
[Softness]
[Immensity]
[Milk Cow?]
[Question]
[Happiness]
A pale hand that had claimed her breast moved without pause.
Compared to the massive mound of flesh, the hand was exceedingly small and dainty, like a delicate jade.
Even two hands that size wouldn't be enough to grasp the entire mound.
But utterly unconcerned, the hand focused intently and never stopped fondling.
The flesh kneaded under his touch, and a tingling sensation, though less intense than before, continued to flow.
"Nn, ngh..."
This wasn't the first time Lee Ha-yul had shown interest in Liana's chest.
In China... Lee Ha-yul, small and haggard, would soothe himself by playing with Liana's chest every time she fed him medicine.
Even when trembling with fear before sleep, the moment he rested his head on Liana's arm and was held in her embrace, he'd instantly calm down and fall soundly asleep.
It was the same when he showed up with a unicorn horn sprouting from his forehead.
Smiling as innocently as a gentle child, he'd press down firmly on her chest.
And he'd stab Liana with harmless barbs, calling her a dairy cow or a three-headed dog....
"Haa..."
The stimulation now was far stronger than it had been back then.
Though still quite dainty, his hand had grown noticeably larger as it firmly grasped and kneaded her breast, amplifying the sensation.
But that didn't seem to be the only reason.
Something else—a sense of responding to Lee Ha-yul's touch at a fundamental level—twisted her face.
"Dear... Cadet? You're a good boy, right? Now, let's start by letting go of my hand..."
Either way, if the pleasure kept piling up like this, things would not end well.
Steadying her twitching lips, Liana discreetly lowered her hand.
Lee Ha-yul, absorbed in her chest, didn't even mind her stroking his hair.
She slipped her other hand below his lower back, supporting his bottom as if cradling him, and patted him gently.
She'd never had a child, never raised one, yet some strange skill kept growing....
[Mmm...]
[Rejection]
[Happiness]
[Satisfaction]
"Oh dear..."
Now he was even throwing a tantrum.
He whined at Liana's restraint and buried his face firmly in her chest.
At the same time, both arms wrapped around the small of her back as if refusing to be removed, and he shook his head as if fussing.
"Why are you acting so spoiled all of a sudden... Did a bad memory surface?"
The breath pooling in her cleavage made her shift her hips.
She wasn't drunk, but the lingering effects of the alcohol had her body already heated.
With breath continuously seeping in, a sensation of dampness spread not only through her thin clothes but even to her underwear.
Given the heat felt from the body pressing against her and his ragged breathing, he seemed intoxicated.
Was his reason clouded by intoxication, instinctively seeking out her chest?
'...Don't tell me his drunken habit is groping chests?'
...This was troublesome.
Beyond simply being a crime, if Lee Ha-yul was the one doing it, it was a serious problem.
If Lee Ha-yul wandered around outside, found a woman, and fussed to be held... how many people could refuse him?
On the contrary, plenty of people would happily carry him off....
[No smell]
[Doesn't even smell like milk...]
[It's really big]
[Question]
"...Well, that's because milk doesn't come out. No, wait, shouldn't that area have some kind of scent...?"
As she was wondering what to do and giving him her embrace, a strange question flew at her.
He buried his face in the mound of flesh bigger than his head, sniffing, and then, for no apparent reason, grew dejected.
Liana let her eyes droop at the awkward question and stroked his snow-white hair.
"Ugh... Really, are you going to take responsibility? I'm a woman too, you know... Geez, first, the hand..."
[I'll take responsibility...]
"Alright, good thinking. Responsi... responsibility... wait, what?"
Liana's words stopped.
What did I just hear?
Doubting her own ears, Liana looked down.
Her eyes met Lee Ha-yul's as he peeked out from her chest.
A face flushed with heat, beaded with sweat, and unfocused grey eyes.
Yet, somehow, it felt like he was staring straight at Liana.
[I'll protect you]
Click-click-
The sound of metal clicking echoed from within her embrace.
The Confession Necklace.
Its effect is to vocalize the wearer's inner thoughts....
Lee Ha-yul and those around him had recently inferred that its function was changing in some way.
Sometimes it clicks, other times it scrapes like metal grinding against metal....
And occasionally, there was an illusion that... emotion seemed to seep into the voice...
[Stay with me]
It wasn't an illusion.
Liana felt the emotion pouring from that voice... she felt Lee Ha-yul's heart.
He would take responsibility.
From the upcoming catastrophe, he would take responsibility for Liana.
He would protect her.
Somehow, from the coming threats, he would protect Liana.
[I like you, Professor...]
He liked Liana.
[Let's stay together from now on, too...]
So, please stay by my side from now on....
The meaning may not have been communicated, but that determined emotion—.
It drove straight into Liana's mind with visceral directness.
"Huh, uhh...?"
Responsibility, protection, affection, a companion for the future....
Though she didn't know what Lee Ha-yul actually felt in his heart.
To the listener's ears, it was the kind of strange words perfectly poised to cause a misunderstanding... words that stirred truly complicated feelings.
Because of that, Liana, her body and mind frozen stiff, couldn't stop the hand that was returning to the vicinity of her chest.
* * *
My head was pounding.
A foul headache, like someone had hammered a tiny nail into my skull and was pressing on it.
It stung and burned like carbonation had been poured into my skull...
'Ugh, urrp...'
Lee Ji-yeon's brow furrowed.
The fairly severe hangover made a groan slip out naturally.
'Ah, I shouldn't get swept up...'
Hong Yeon-hwa and Professor Atra's drinking contest.
When Lee Ha-yul's single whine had made them go quiet as dead mice, it was so comical I'd been laughing silently.
But before I knew it, I got swept into those two's fight.
That's when Liana, still perfectly fine despite all that drinking, raised a bottle with a cackle.
And Baek A-rin, finding it amusing, subtly joined in.
Hong Yeon-hwa and Atra had been the main competitors from the start.
The remaining people were Ellia and Lee Ji-yeon.
But Ellia was holding Lee Ha-yul in her arms, both hands sealed, so she didn't participate.
Among the sober people, Lee Ji-yeon was the only one not holding a bottle.
Everyone raised their bottles and flicked a glance her way.
So, flustered, Lee Ji-yeon grabbed a bottle too and got swept along.
'Ugh...'
It had been too long, and I drank way too much.
Around when the competition was heating up, I should have followed Baek A-rin when she stealthily slipped away, but I felt self-conscious and couldn't leave...
Feeling the hangover filling my head, I deeply regretted it.
'This place... did I collapse on the sofa? My neck hurts... I want to lie in a bed...'
The check I'd done of the mansion earlier showed there were many rooms.
A tremendous number, in fact, all readily inhabitable.
It looked like I could go into any of them and sleep without issue.
'It must be late, so I'll just go in and sleep... the next day... I'll meet them and ask for understanding...'
"Ahhng...!"
Just then, a sweet moan melted into her ear, and Lee Ji-yeon's body jolted.
"...!?"
Her blankly drifting consciousness was startled awake by the stimulating sound.
"Ng... Nngh... Ju-st, nn... Mmng..."
As she hastily reined in her body, which was about to spring up on its own, more moans followed.
'Wh-what...?'
The throbbing headache vanished. No, it was shoved aside by a shock far greater.
Question marks and exclamation points flooded Lee Ji-yeon's mind.
That moan—the voice, steeped in pleasure and ecstasy—was clear and all too familiar.
'Professor Liana...'
Lee Ji-yeon had never taken one of Professor Liana's lectures separately.
Meeting her through Lee Ha-yul had been the first time.
But she had heard Professor Liana's name long before that.
Nominally a high-grade hero, but in substance, her Moniker of Might was that of a practical top-grade Anti-Army Combat Hero, and she was one of those rare Spirit Casters.
An elegant appearance, a gentle smile perpetually on her lips.
A personality described as kind and warm.
A physique violently sensual to match.
A superhuman who could proudly claim to be counted among the beauties even by superhuman standards... a powerful and beautiful superhuman.
"Nnha... ng... Ahng..."
'Uh... uhh...'
Lee Ji-yeon stealthily raised her eyelids.
With narrowed eyes, she quickly scanned the room.
Hong Yeon-hwa and Atra. Collapsed with their heads on the table.
Baek A-rin? She was supposed to be on the opposite side but wasn't visible.
Ellia was gone too.
It was then that she turned her gaze to the spot she had been studiously avoiding looking at... the source of the moans.
'Good heavens...'
Lee Ji-yeon swallowed hard.
One of the elongated sofas in the room.
Liana was lying on a flat sofa without armrests.
As if to cover her face, she had one arm draped over it, letting out ragged breaths.
- Squish...
"Ahng..."
'Hu-huh...'
And straddling Liana's stomach, Lee Ha-yul was kneading her breasts.
Whether Lee Ji-yeon was stunned by the shocking sight or not, Lee Ha-yul kept moving his hands.
Even in a prone position, those mounds of flesh boasted staggering mass.
Under Lee Ha-yul's touch, they distorted lewdly, clothes and underwear together.
He pressed down firmly, roughly settling his weight on top as if savoring their fullness.
He'd also slip his palm underneath and lift them up as if measuring their size.
"Hut... Nnng..."
'Good lord...'
And as if permitting Lee Ha-yul's harassment, the hand not covering her face rose to stroke his hair, a maternal smile flickering amidst the pleasure...
And then...
The moment Lee Ha-yul's playing hands fully grasped the base of her breast and squeezed hard as if trying to wring something out.
"Huh... Hnng...! Ahhng...!"
The sweet moan that had dismayed Lee Ji-yeon rang out.
Liana's body bucked.
Her bent legs thrashed as her body arched upwards.
"Uh, haah..."
Her lower body blocked by Lee Ha-yul perched on her waist, her upper body bucked as if thrusting out her squeezed breast...
Around then, the arm that had been raised as if covering her face fell limply onto the sofa, revealing Liana's face.
'...!'
For an instant, their eyes met.
Startled, Lee Ji-yeon squeezed her eyes shut, but upon second thought, found it odd and opened them into slits again.
Liana's eyes were open.
But their gazes didn't meet.
Those green eyes, normally so full of intelligence and vibrancy, were different now.
Her unfocused pupils trembled, and her once-vibrant eyes were clouded with mist, brimming with pleasure.
From her blankly parted lips, a thin trickle of drool had begun to seep...
'Haugh...'
Beyond anything Lee Ji-yeon had imagined... at a scene so... lewd... and obscene, she held her breath for the umpteenth time.
"Ahng..."
Her head spun from the sticky moan clinging to her ears.
Liana's arm dropped limply.
The sound of a face burying into and nuzzling a fully exposed, ample chest couldn't have been more stimulating...
'Le-Lee Ha-yul junior... wasn't he Yeon-hwa's lover...?'
Player... might not be the right term.
This world permitted polygamy, and many superhumans had multiple wives or husbands.
Lee Ji-yeon's own mother was such a case.
Taesan's head Lee Ji-ah had taken two husbands, and Lee Ji-yeon was the child of the first husband.
'Bu-but... Yeon-hwa is supposed to become the family head... a family head... no, is this right... Come to think of it, A-rin too... and that junior Ellia... and that sharp professor... something about a mentor? Always clinging to her arms... uhh...'
Her thoughts, trailing into excessive complexity, swirled along with the alcohol.
It felt like her head was about to explode.
Lee Ji-yeon's unopened eyes spun in circles...
- Whirr...
"...Oh?"
It was around then that Baek A-rin entered.
Blinking as she stepped inside, she took in the sticky warmth, the intermittent obscene moans, and Lee Ha-yul mounted on top of a sprawled Liana on the sofa, squeezing and playing with her chest.
"Oho?"
Baek A-rin's eyes, which had been blinking, sharpened to points.
Then, striding over, she slipped her hands under his armpits and lifted Lee Ha-yul right up.
[Question]
[Floating Sensation]
[Rejection]
[Touch...]
"Why are you touching another woman's chest?"
[Soft]
[Coolness]
She placed Lee Ha-yul's fumbling hand onto her own chest.
[?]
As if sensing something amiss, Lee Ha-yul tilted his head for a moment.
Soon, guided by instinct, he firmly squeezed the mound of flesh that his hand couldn't fully contain.
Lee Ji-yeon's shoulders faintly jolted.
* * *
Lee Ha-yul→Liana Bellus
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｢Affection｣ [Milk Cow?] ｢Gratitude｣ ｢Kind Adult｣ ｢Soft｣ ｢Warmth｣ ｢Voluptuous｣