Chapter 14
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 14
Chapter Title: What Happens When Skills Stack Up (2)
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“Ahem. Summon.”
The summon command whispered softly under my breath prompted the doll in the shower basket to shift back into a life-sized human form.
Icy cold eyes, neatly tied black hair, and that impeccably crisp uniform she always wore.
Instructor Cheon Da-eun's clone emerged amid the steamy mist.
This time, I planned to have her change into something more fitting for the shower room...
But then.
"Eh, Instructor?"
“Huh? Uh… I…?”
The usual composure was nowhere to be found.
The clone instructor's eyes flew wide open the moment she appeared, sucking in a sharp breath. Her cheeks flushed bright red, and her gaze—mixed with bewilderment and shame—shook violently the instant it met mine.
For some reason, her breathing seemed ragged too...
Why was she so flustered?
"Y-you, you insane bastard… Of all times, now?!"
Was it because I was naked?
"Y-you know this, but I called you because I'm low on mana from the training just now… Heh heh."
"Th-that's not my concer… Wait, no."
"Can't you?"
"Hng…"
As I stepped closer, she started to snap but cut herself off, trembling as she covered her mouth and nose with her hands.
What had I done wrong?
We had clearly agreed on this method for replenishing mana last time.
'Well, technically it's experience absorption, and there are plenty of other ways to restore mana.'
The important thing was that I wanted to get intimate with her now, and her reaction yesterday hadn't been bad at all.
See?
Even now, she was blushing like crazy. No sign of disgust whatsoever. Was she just thrown off by my nakedness?
'She's so damn cute like this.'
The clone instructor kept her head bowed, avoiding my eyes while furtively glancing at her own uniform. Her fingers fidgeted nervously.
"What's wrong, Instructor? Oh, is the outfit uncomfortable?"
"Uh, y-yeah? Th-this is the shower room, isn't it! I should probably strip and get ready too…?"
Stammering, she turned her gaze away from me and hurriedly slipped out of the shower booth.
Whoa. Even I was a little taken aback.
I figured she'd play hard to get a bit?
Her attitude toward me had been softening day by day, but I didn't expect her to be this open.
A minute later, the shower booth door creaked open again.
Kiiik—
She peeked out only her pale face through the crack. The earlier panic seemed barely contained, replaced by her familiar icy glare. But her flushed earlobes and quivering eyelashes betrayed her true feelings.
“I'm… ready.”
She spoke curtly, as if hiding her embarrassment, and dropped her gaze downward. And where her eyes landed—my member, which had been limp moments ago, was already standing rigid at her appearance.
Ah, she might be startled.
Thanks to Growth Spurt and Virility, it had grown a tad bigger than before.
I was pretty satisfied myself; it felt on par with an AV actor's size.
Hiccup.
I could see the clone instructor's shoulders shudder. Her surprised eyes widened before she hastily looked away. Then, as if she couldn't hold out any longer, she timidly stepped fully into the booth.
At that moment, I swallowed hard.
"Whoa, you're insanely beautiful..."
“Wh-what are you staring at like that?!”
She was stunning in her uniform, but the raw allure of her naked body—hidden beneath those sharp lines—was overwhelmingly intense.
Far more voluptuous and seductive than I'd imagined.
Gulp.
Taut and toned without an ounce of excess fat, yet her curves swelled perfectly where they should. Her breasts sagged enticingly under gravity, emphasizing their weight, while the line from her slender waist to her hips and thighs was sensually captivating.
"S-stop staring. It's embarrassing..."
Her shy words drew a smirk from me. Where was her usual iciness? This pure reaction was adorable.
“Seeing you naked like this is making my heart race weirdly, Instructor. It's hard to hold back.”
“D-don't talk nonsense… Like I said before, mana can be exchanged through simple physical contact. So…”
"So, like this, right?"
"Hauk…?"
It was feeble resistance. But her flushed cheeks and wavering eyes made it clear she didn't mean it.
Her frosty facade was melting away.
As she said, I pulled her slender waist toward me.
"Y-you bastard, let go…"
In the steam-filled shower room, our bodies pressed together without a gap.
"Ah."
With a small moan, her body stiffened. My fully engorged, burning shaft pressed hard against her lower abdomen.
The firmness felt through her yielding skin. She seemed to hold her breath, her wet lashes fluttering.
“Like this?”
"You… really… Ngh…"
She twisted slightly to pull away, but my arms tightened around her waist.
She could overpower my strength effortlessly if she wanted.
'But she's just pretending to resist.'
This was a clear green light.
I slowly slid my rigid length between her smooth thighs.
As the long, hard flesh touched the sensitive inner skin, she shuddered and held her breath.
Haah, feels so good.
Naturally, I placed my hand between her thighs and buttocks.
Then, along the regular ridges, a firm, stiff texture caught my fingertips.
Sutured scars?
“Hngt…! W-wait… not there!”
"Instructor, are you injured or…?"
“N-no, it's just an old scar from my past…”
An old scar.
Probably from her days as an active hunter.
I gently caressed it before pressing our bodies closer.
Better not dwell on it here.
The dizzying sensation of her soft, elastic flesh enveloping my rigid pillar. Without stopping, I subtly shifted my hips to tease the most sensitive spot between her legs.
This much should be fine, right?
Not insertion or anything.
Normally, skin-on-skin friction like this should be pretty rough. Especially in such a tight press.
But oddly, it grew smoother with each back-and-forth slide.
A slick, squelching friction sound accompanied the gliding feel. Clearly, my precum smeared on her thighs mixed with… the fluids leaking from her slit, acting as lube.
'Instructor's enjoying this too.'
My lips curled up, but I kept it to myself. No need to tease her shame and ruin the mood.
Knowing she was aroused like me only made me bolder.
She flinched, trying to dodge, but her gripped waist left no escape. Her movements only deepened the friction.
Tszbuk— Tszbuk— Tszbuk—
"Feel good here?"
I moved my hips more blatantly. The hard glans ground deep into her inner thighs, right up to her secret folds. As speed picked up, the wet squelches rang clearer.
“Haht! Ah, w-wait…! Ang! Haaang!! Not… there…! Don't rub like that…!”
She cried out desperately, but her voice lacked conviction. Her ragged breaths and moans were proof she was feeling it.
Her thighs now quivered in sync with my movements.
All her words were just for show.
I ground harder against her. The wet smacks of my hardness against her softness echoed in the narrow shower. Squelching flesh and her gasps mingled.
“I'm… your instructor… This is… wrong… Aht!”
“Right now, you're not my instructor… You're my summon, and you don't seem to hate it.”
"Haaang, n-no…!"
"But you said just sticking like this is fine, Instructor?"
“Nng…! Haa… Haa, st-stop…! It's… weird… Nght, hngt…!”
“Where's weird? Here, deeper?”
"Haaaang! Right there…!"
Each time my plump glans ground her labia, she threw her head back with intermittent moans.
She twisted and buried her face in my shoulder.
“Haaaang…! Ang! Ah… Ah… No more… Ht! It's weird… Hng, so weird… Haaaht!”
Hot, slick fluid dripped from between her thighs, making our union even messier. Sticky mucus—hers, mine, or both—trickled down her legs.
Her tremors intensified.
Suddenly, she lifted her face from my shoulder.
Face flushed crimson, eyes glazed. Unable to hold back, she sought my lips and kissed me deeply.
"Instructo— Mmph…?"
Soft, hot lips covered mine. Without hesitation, her warm, plush tongue invaded, coiling around mine in urgent, clumsy, instinctual hunger.
Chub— Jju—
Her tongue explored every corner of my mouth, tangling with mine. The thigh grinding and lip heat overwhelmed me. My mind blanked white.
“Hngt…! I-Instructor…!”
Pat— Pat— Pat—
Zsuk, zsuk, zsuk—!
A tingling jolt at my tip signaled I couldn't hold back. Blood rushed downward as peak pleasure surged.
“Ah…! Cumming…!”
"Haauk…! Hng, g-going…!"
Byurrr— Byurrut— Byuryururu—!
Just the glans peeking from her thighs pulsed hotly, shuddering. Unbearable ecstasy unleashed thick spurts. Milky semen splattered her inner thighs, ass crack, and shower wall, trickling down.
Creamy fluid oozed through the tight gap, clinging stickily to her pale skin. Trembling in afterglow, I buried my face in her shoulder, panting.
"Haa… Haa… Instructor, I…"
"Huuuk… You, really…"
Panting, face in her shoulder. My member still throbbed faintly in her soaked thighs, radiating heat.
Post-climax came an instinctive craving for more. This wasn't enough.
"I… want more…"
"Huh? What did you say?"
Her eyes shook. Her ragged breaths hitched, then she shook her head, clinging to her fading reason.
“No… We can't go further.”
“Why, Instructor? Didn't you like it?”
I hugged her waist tighter. My still-hard shaft pressed her abdomen again. Her body jolted.
“It's not about that! We're instructor and student—this is wrong.”
“But you felt it too… It's fine. You're a clone—no consequences, no one will know.”
“Ha… But!”
“Please, Instructor. Just once more… Okay?”
Her eyes wavered complexly at my pleading. She bit her lip, avoiding my gaze. After long silence, she reluctantly set a condition.
“…Fine. But on one condition.”
“Yes?”
“Three days from now, the Straggler Reorganization Exam. Pass it. Prove your worth… and I'll grant your request then.”
Pass the exam. I shut my mouth at that.
The Straggler Reorganization Exam. Fail, and I'm expelled from the academy—maybe worse. Odds of passing? Near zero. It was basically a refusal.
Seeing me quiet, she sighed in relief, thinking she'd calmed me.
But I thought differently.
An exam I'd "die" failing anyway. I wouldn't trade this moment's desire for some vague future promise. She was my summon—unable to refuse my will.
I gently but firmly lifted her chin to meet my eyes.
“…No.”
“What…?”
“I want you now, Instructor.”
“You…! Kang Ihyeon, are you sane?!”
She averted her eyes, yelling desperately, but her voice trembled faintly.
I softly grasped her slender wrist. No force, but she didn't even think to pull away. Just shuddered, looking up at me.
For a moment, only dripping water and our heavy breaths filled the shower.
Finally, with a long, deep sigh, her shoulders slumped. Her last resistance broken, she slowly knelt before me.
Her pale knees hit the cold tiles. My half-erect member, freshly withdrawn from her thighs, swayed before her. Glans and shaft still sticky with remnants of my release.
She stared down at it briefly, then closed her eyes and hesitantly brought her lips to it.
Chup.
Her small red tongue flicked the tip. Then, parting her lips, she began sucking the remaining fluid.
“Slurp, chup… Chub… Jjub…”
Meticulously tonguing every drop clinging to the shaft. Inside her hot, soft mouth, I hardened again.
“Haa… Instructor…”
“Mm… Chup…, Chuub, jjup… Pwah.”
She suckled a few more times before pulling away, looking up at me.
A trace of me glistened at her lips. Face still red, but her eyes held resignation… and anticipation.
“Fine. Have it your way. But… Gulp.”
She swallowed the remnants in her mouth.
"Sh-shouldn't we find somewhere… more romantic…?"
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[Updating changes!]
[Kang Ihyeon]
-Held Skills-
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