The Prospective Saintess, Seong Hayan (4)
"I'm heading in first! See you tomorrow, Hoyoung!"
"Yeah, take care!"
Jung Hoyoung waved with a smile as he packed a beet-red Kim Woobin into a taxi and sent him home. The moment the cab vanished around the corner, he spoke.
"Call the car. We're going home."
"Yes."
Yu Seoyeon, who had materialized at his side as if from thin air, answered with perfect deference.
A Rolls-Royce glided up moments later. The chauffeur bowed and opened the door, and Jung Hoyoung dropped into the seat.
I'm getting drunk.
A considerable buzz had crept up on him. Kim Woobin was a lightweight, true enough — but he was still a hunter, and a warrior-type at that. Jung Hoyoung was a mage, and the two of them had drunk themselves stupid. Of course the alcohol was hitting.
"Master."
Yu Seoyeon held something out. A hangover remedy. Jung Hoyoung downed it in two swallows.
"Hoo."
His head cleared. His body lightened. The drunken haze thinned away in an instant.
"That works fast."
"It's a hangover remedy made from plants harvested in a dungeon, Master."
Dungeon-made products really do deliver.
The problem was the price. A bottle that small had to run at least a few hundred dollars.
"Suck."
"Yes, Master."
Yu Seoyeon answered without hesitation. She unbuckled his belt, drew down the zipper, and freed his cock from his underwear. Then she took him into her mouth.
She worked him with wet, devoted suction — lips sealing, tongue sliding, throat humming around the shaft.
"Deeper."
He pressed down on her fiery red hair as she sucked. Yu Seoyeon gagged, then forced him all the way into her throat, swallowing around the intrusion with wet, choking sounds.
"Come to think of it — the surveillance on Seong Hayan is going well, I assume?"
She pulled off just long enough to answer, a thin strand of saliva still connecting her lips to his cock.
"Yes, Master. It is."
Then she took him back into her mouth at once.
"Get me another item that can cast a wide-range Visual Distortion Skill and a Noise Isolation Skill."
"Understood, Master."
The words came out muffled around his shaft, broken by the wet sounds of her mouth.
"And the bedroom renovation? The bed in the training hall?"
"Both were completed, Master — I received the report while you were at dinner with your friends."
"They finished fast."
Money really did make everything easier.
"Then I suppose I should get home and test the bedroom's effects."
He had only come once since waking that morning. Being able to suppress his lust for this long was genuine progress — which also meant that everything he had been holding back was about to erupt.
He shoved her head down hard. A strangled, agonized cry tore from Yu Seoyeon's throat. He ignored it and came, pulsing thick and deep down her gullet.
"Haaah."
A satisfied sigh left him. Yu Seoyeon swallowed, throat working around the sticky load clinging to her walls, and the tight, rhythmic squeeze felt so good he finally understood why people called it a throat-pussy.
"Keep going."
She obeyed. Lips, tongue, and throat all working in concert, she sucked him with single-minded devotion. By the time they reached the house, Jung Hoyoung had pumped two more thick loads down her throat.
The moment they arrived, he took her straight to the bedroom and used her body to wring out every last drop of the lust he had been storing up.
"Not bad at all."
Jung Hoyoung woke with a bright expression. Converting the bedroom to the same conditions as the training hall and spending the entire night in vigorous "exercise" had paid off — his stats had risen again. He had also managed a decent stretch of actual sleep, so his condition was excellent.
And as if it had already become a natural part of the morning routine, Yu Seoyeon was hard at work on the erection that had risen with the dawn, sucking and licking with wet, eager devotion.
"Enough with your mouth. Put it in the lower one."
"Yes, Master."
Yu Seoyeon rose, lined the entrance of her pussy up with his standing cock, and sank her hips. Inch by inch he disappeared inside her, until at last he bottomed out, the head pressing hard against her womb as the last of him vanished into her heat.
A ragged moan tore from her throat. Jung Hoyoung cracked a palm across her plump ass.
"How long are you going to sit there? Move."
"Nnh — yes, Master."
She began to roll her hips, clumsy and unpracticed, filthy little moans spilling from her lips with every descent.
At first she was just enduring it — acting through the pain. Now she actually seems to be taking pleasure from it.
Her hip work, though, was painfully amateurish. It couldn't be helped. This was the first time Yu Seoyeon had ever been on top. For the past two days he had taken her in missionary, from behind, and in the mating press — with only minor variations. In all three, the man did the work and the woman received. Comfortable, certainly. He didn't have to move his knees or his hips. But it was sloppy, and the pleasure suffered for it.
I'll just do it myself.
He seized her ass in both hands, hard enough to leave prints, and started thrusting up into her from below. The wet slap of flesh filled the room. Yu Seoyeon cried out as if she couldn't catch her breath, her body going slack, and she collapsed against his chest as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
He didn't mind. Her ragged breathing ghosted across his shoulder and collarbone, and the full, heavy weight of her breasts pressed warm against his chest and stomach. He kept his grip on her ass and kept driving into her until he came, flooding her in long, pulsing spurts.
Yu Seoyeon felt the heat of it battering her womb and climaxed with him, her juices gushing around his cock as her body went limp and melted in his arms. She lay against him, panting.
After a while, she stirred.
"Forgive me."
She started to push herself up in a hurry. His voice stopped her.
"Stay."
"Yes, Master."
She settled quietly back into his arms, and they shared the heat of each other's bodies.
"Master. It's time for you to leave."
"Clean me."
"Yes."
Yu Seoyeon rose and eased herself off him. The moment his cock slipped free, the load he had pumped into her came spilling out in a thick, glistening trickle. She licked him clean with painstaking care — shaft, balls, the crease of his groin — sucking up every smear and swallowing what gathered on her tongue. When his lower body was spotless, she brought a warm, damp towel and wiped away the last traces of her own saliva.
"Go get ready."
"Yes, Master."
He dismissed her once she had finished and got up himself — a quick wash, then clothes. He decided to dress comfortably, pulling on a tracksuit he almost never wore.
The original Jung Hoyoung had been obsessed with appearances. He never left the house in anything less than a proper suit, or at worst a smart casual ensemble. Even in relaxed settings he had insisted on a dress shirt and slacks, and he had always worn leather shoes. The man he was now felt differently.
Unbuckling a belt and unzipping every single time is too much of a pain in the ass.
He almost never had to do it himself, but the prep time before sex or a blowjob dragged on forever. A tracksuit you could just yank down — underwear and all — was simply more practical. Not that this was some cheap gym set. It was a luxury piece, every stitch laid by hand by an Italian artisan. In place of stiff dress shoes, he pulled on sneakers that actually felt good on his feet.
This is better anyway. I'm a college student, not some office drone. Who wears a suit every damn day?
Dressed and ready, Jung Hoyoung stepped outside to the waiting car. Yu Seoyeon's eyes widened a fraction at the change in his clothes. As for her own outfit —
White dress shirt, H-line skirt, black stockings. Same as always.
I should put her in something else one of these days.
He climbed in with that thought still turning over, and the car carrying Jung Hoyoung and Yu Seoyeon slid smoothly toward Korea University.