Chapter 34
Chapter 34
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 34
Chapter Title: Tabletop Temptation
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"That hit the spot~!"
Yupia shoved the empty bowl away with a flick and smugly patted her plump belly.
Her shirt hanging open as she smacked her bare stomach.
'Forget S-rank dignity—she looks just like some deadbeat thug.'
But credit where it was due.
That mystery dish she'd whipped up so carelessly? Way tastier than expected.
'Doesn't mean I'm letting it slide, though.'
Just look at the kitchen—like it'd been bombed to hell.
No matter how good the food, cleaning up that mess every time beat delivery a hundredfold? Hell no.
"All done? Clean up. Every last bit you messed up."
I said it while taking a sip of water, and Yupia snorted derisively.
"No way! I made food! Delicious food, even! You should be grateful for that alone! Ungrateful mutt!"
She leaned forward, her shirt gaping wider to bare her pale collarbone and deep cleavage in all its glory.
The problem? Red sauce stains splattered across that creamy skin.
She'd devoured her meal like it was a battlefield—sauce trailed from her lips, over her collarbone, and right down to her chest.
"I made the food, so you clean up. And while you're at it, lick this off my body too."
Yupia jerked her chin at the red smudges on her skin.
That brazen attitude, like she was granting me a royal favor.
"Dream on, Your Majesty. Clean the kitchen spotless first, and maybe I'll consider it."
"What? Playing hard to get?"
Yupia's eyes curved into sly arcs, narrowing dangerously.
A playful glint, laced with peril.
Smooth...
Something slithered up my thigh from under the table.
A slick yet silky touch of flesh.
Yupia's foot.
"Or did you blow your load alone at work after seeing the pic I sent earlier? Too drained now?"
Her big toe pressed firmly into my groin, right at the most sensitive spot.
Barefoot.
Her warm sole ground against my shaft, toes wiggling to tease the head.
"Be honest. You jerked it hard to my pic, right? That's why you're in sage mode now? Perverted freak."
Yupia cackled, speeding up her footwork.
Her toes clamped my shaft, stroking up and down with skill that rivaled her hands.
"Just a little foot play from me, and you're twitching already, blood rushing south? Total dog cock."
Yupia smirked wickedly, then pulled her foot away from my dick.
'What the hell is she planning...'
Knowing her, she wouldn't stop there.
And sure enough.
"What're you doing?"
"Hmm? Your mouth says no, but your face is all excited?"
Yupia climbed onto the table, shoving bowls aside as she crawled toward me on all fours.
Like a predator stalking prey. Or a cat seducing its owner.
'Just crawling, and it's this damn erotic.'
Each crawl hiked her shirt hem, exposing sleek thighs and ass untouched by panties.
Her already massive tits looked even bigger from this prone angle.
"Wanna keep playing? With your cock, our favorite toy."
She perched on the table's edge right in my face and spread her legs wide.
In an M-shape.
"Thought you were too tired, but look at you panting already?"
Yupia parted her pussy lips with her fingers, grinning mischievously.
"See? My pussy's mouth is wide open, begging for food."
Bald mound gleaming white, her hole twitching right in my line of sight.
Her juices mixed with her scent, hitting me with a bizarre thrill.
"Still not gonna eat? Huh? Your dick looks starving, so why the pride?"
Yupia tapped my balls with her instep.
"You're the one desperate to get fucked, throwing a tantrum like this?"
I shot up, yanking open the shirt draped over Yupia.
Her saucy upper body fully exposed, massive tits jiggling free.
"I'll give you what you want."
I brought my face to her heaving tits and stuck out my tongue.
She didn't resist—instead, she grabbed my head and pulled me into her chest.
'Somehow tastes better than the food...'
Sauce on bare skin—spicy-sweet on my tongue tip.
Followed by salty sweat and Yupia's flesh scent wrapping around it.
Taste, smell, touch exploding at once.
"Haah... That tickles..."
Yupia squirmed, letting out a nasal moan.
I flattened my tongue, licking thickly from collarbone to cleavage along the sauce trail.
Slurp—schlurp—
"Haa... Perverted mutt, lick better. Still sauce left."
She grumbled, but as my tongue delved deep into her cleavage, she arched her back, hugging my head tighter.
"Haang...!"
Soft, warm tits squeezed my face from both sides.
Milk scent and flesh aroma piercing my lungs.
"Tasty? Sucking so hard? Licking my body while your dick throbs like that."
Yupia was rubbing my cock with both feet.
'Even the brushing over my pants is too much...'
Hard to hold back.
My hand slipped behind her back unbidden.
Down her smooth curve to grope her ass crack—her breaths grew ragged.
"Haa... Yeah, touch more. Your hands... not bad. Haaang... Perverted bastard..."
The mood was ripening fast. About to go all the way right here on the table.
I was done holding back, ready to pounce.
Bzzz—bzzz—
My phone on the table corner buzzed wildly.
'Worst timing ever.'
I pulled my tongue from her tits and checked the phone.
The screen made chills race down my spine.
'Seola-ssi?'
Not just a call—a video call, of all things.
'No way. If I pick up now, 100% busted.'
Place is a wreck, half-naked succubus spread on the table in front of me.
I reached for reject, but Yupia's eyes locked on the screen.
"Halting mid-suck for what...? Min Seola?"
Her face iced over at the name.
Playfulness gone, replaced by jealous, murderous serpent eyes.
"That bitch dares interrupt our time?"
"Shut it. I'll ignore it, pretend I missed it. She'll hang up."
As I set the phone down.
Yupia's hand struck like a snake.
Tap.
Her finger hit the connect button.
"Hey! What the—!"
Yupia mouthed a mocking grin, then slithered under the table.
'Damn it, was gonna text later I missed it.'
Screen lit up.
I reflexively angled the camera.
Just my face in frame.
-Seonghwa-ssi!
Min Seola's face appeared.
Fresh from a shower, towel-drying wet hair, white bathrobe her only cover.
No makeup, plain-faced.
But her No.1 Hero beauty shone undimmed.
-I said reply when convenient, but no response... Got worried something happened and called!
"Ah, sorry. Meant to reply, but work was crazy—must've forgotten."
I acted as natural as possible.
Cold sweat beading.
-But Seonghwa-ssi, your face is red? Caught a cold? Fever?
"Nah, I'm fine."
Calm chat flowing—meanwhile, under the table, Yupia was yanking my pants down.
She gripped my sprung cock and looked up at me.
Then, blatantly, stuck out her long tongue to lap at the tip.
-Seonghwa-ssi? What's wrong? Something under there?
Min Seola's eyes widened on screen.
"No, stubbed my toe—checking it..."
Meanwhile, Yupia's lips enveloped my shaft.
Warm, wet mouth.
She sealed her lips tight to muffle sound, bobbing slowly up and down.
Slurp slurp—
Her eyes burned more provocatively than usual.
Not looking at me.
At the phone in my hand—glaring at Min Seola from an angle she couldn't see.
A flicker of triumph and mockery.
Like saying, 'No matter if you're No.1 Hero—right now, I'm the one sucking his dick.'
-Got it. Be careful. Anyway, hearing your voice reassures me.
Min Seola leaned close, beaming innocently.
That pure smile clashing with the vulgar act at my crotch—it drove me insane.
Yupia's tongue lashed fiercer.
She slurped my cock like ice cream, hands kneading my balls.
I clutched her horns desperately to stifle my groans.
-But Seonghwa-ssi.
Min Seola tucked wet hair behind her ear.
Her cheeks faintly flushed.
-When can we meet again? I miss you...
Her blunt confession hit like a gut punch.
But the real shock followed.
-Free this weekend?
Min Seola asked shyly, but firmly.
-If you're okay, can I come over to your place this weekend? I'll bring food.
"...!"
Weekend plans.
The No.1 Hero declaring she'd visit my bachelor pad.
With an S-rank villain lounging here in nothing but a shirt.
Yupia's motion halted abruptly.
Her face twisted viciously—then she slammed her head down, deepthroating me to the hilt.
'Way more intense than before...'
Her throat clenched tight around my cock, sucking greedily.
'Yupia! Please!'
I nearly screamed.
'More importantly, what'd Seola-ssi say? Coming this weekend?'
I had to refuse.
Tell her no.
"Uh, Seola-ssi. This weekend I'm kinda..."
-Why? No good?
Min Seola's face fell.
-I really wanna see you... Check out your place too. If home's awkward, meet outside?
Her puppy-dog eyes.
And below, Yupia sucking like mad, eyes threatening me to refuse.
Caught between two women, my brain overloaded.
Let her come, and disaster strikes.
"Ah, yeah, coming over's tricky..."
I panted, barely stringing words together.
"I'll... I'll come to you. Your place this weekend."
-Huh? Really?
Min Seola's face bloomed into a smile.
-Yay! For real? It's a promise?
That instant—Yupia's movements stopped.