Chapter 6

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Translator: ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠MadScientist

Chapter: 6

Chapter Title: Expectations and Betrayal

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"Instructor?"

I jolted up in surprise, but Instructor Cheon Da-eun gently pressed down on my shoulder with her hand, laying me back down.

Her face, usually etched with stern severity, now held a faint, inexplicable softness. It might have been my imagination, but her eyes seemed tinged with concern...

"You pushed yourself too hard."

"Uh, um..."

Instructor Cheon Da-eun neatly adjusted the damp cloth on my forehead and spoke in a low voice.

Her touch felt awkward yet strangely tender.

"Uh... a little?"

"Mana exhaustion is dangerous. Especially for someone like you with such a shaky foundation."

"Yes, I'll be careful."

It seemed she'd witnessed my fight with Park Jinseong. Of course, with all that commotion, she must have checked the other training grounds too.

Instructor Cheon Da-eun stood quietly by my side, gazing down at the spot where the earlier scuffle with Park Jinseong had taken place.

Ah, hold on.

A bead of cold sweat formed.

What if she found out what I'd done?

I tried to discreetly hide the tattered gloves behind my back. But I couldn't avoid her eyes.

"The power of those gloves you made."

"...Ah, yes! I stayed up all night making them, but they're still prototypes, so they're a bit unstable. They, uh, got a little damaged."

"Hmmm. If you had that kind of skill, you wouldn't have needed to beg for that favor yesterday."

"Th-that's..."

I stammered, unable to come up with a proper excuse.

Instructor Cheon Da-eun let out a long sigh. It was a cold sigh, but for some reason, it felt like it carried a hint of warmth.

She quietly sat down beside me and gently placed my head on her lap.

"In-Instructor?"

The feel of my cheek against the stiff instructor's uniform.

I looked up at her in shock.

But as our eyes met, my body froze.

"Close your eyes."

"Yes, ma'am."

"Letting your weary body rest after training is also important discipline. Don't overthink it—just close your eyes."

Her gaze remained icy. She stared at me with her usual expressionless face.

Unsure of her intentions, her slender fingers began slowly stroking my hair.

It tickled.

Ugh.

My body flinched at the unfamiliar sensation, but oddly enough, it wasn't unpleasant. No, it actually felt good.

It was like she was soothing my depleted mana...

'Ah, she's healing me.'

It seemed Instructor Cheon Da-eun was treating my mana exhaustion symptoms.

I had no idea why she'd go to such lengths for someone like me.

As if sensing my thoughts—or perhaps not—she slowly spoke.

"Kang Ihyeon."

"Yes..."

"If you have the skill, you should have confidence. I haven't said it before, but your mindset was rotten to the core, even beyond your skill issues. Yesterday was the peak of it."

"Ugh, that... I'm sorry..."

"I'm not scolding you. My role as instructor is to fix that rotten mindset, but surprisingly, you pulled yourself together in just one day."

Was that praise?

From no one other than Instructor Cheon Da-eun?

Smooth strokes.

But this wasn't a dream...

Her touch continued to gently caress my hair.

"I won't pry into what changed for you yesterday or what new crafting abilities you gained. Everyone has their own circumstances."

"...Yes."

"What's important is your will. As a hunter, as a warrior, you must hold onto that will. Don't forget it just because you've grown a little stronger or hit a wall."

Her tone was still rigid, but somehow, it no longer felt purely cold. As soon as she finished speaking, she lifted her hand from my head.

Then she pulled a small key from her pocket and placed it in my hand.

"It's the spare key to the infirmary. Recover the rest of your mana there before you go today."

She stood up and straightened her clothes.

"I'll be off then."

With those curt words, she left the training ground.

I stared blankly at the door she'd exited through.

Maybe I'd misjudged her a little.

Her style seemed strictly merit-based. She probably treats students who show good results with a bit more warmth. Since I showed even a sliver of potential, maybe that's why she was kind to me...

Whatever the reason, it warmed my heart.

"Well, just yesterday, I was that immature kid begging to get into the top ranks, so who could blame her..."

Ugh. Even I thought it would go down as my worst black history moment.

I'd recovered from the mana exhaustion, but anemia still lingered.

I should head to the infirmary and restore the rest of my mana.

I strolled casually to the infirmary.

On a normal holiday, the door would be locked tight, but thanks to the spare key from Instructor Cheon Da-eun, I got in easily.

I plopped down on a nearby bed and scanned the medicine cabinet. It'd be great if there was some potion to help with mana recovery.

"Huh?"

In the bottom compartment of the cabinet, tucked in the corner, I grabbed a small glass vial. It was supposed to contain high-concentration mana recovery potion.

But shaking it produced no sound.

Maybe just one or two drops?

"Always empty at times like this. Ah, my head hurts."

I rummaged through the cabinet thoroughly again, but there were no other recovery potions. Just standard painkillers and antiseptics.

This defeated the purpose of coming here.

But heading back to the dorm felt risky with the dizziness still hanging around.

"Should I just go back to Instructor Cheon Da-eun and ask her..."

The soft touch of her hand stroking my head was still vivid.

Honestly, I'd struggled to hide my half-erection down there.

It might sound like an excuse, but after that kiss in the forest, even a little kindness from her made my lower half react.

If the old Instructor Cheon Da-eun was an object of fear and respect, now...

'I just want to fuck her.'

The suffocating kiss, the sensation of her long tongue tangling with mine from her lips to the depths of her mouth, and the subtle firmness of her thigh through her uniform.

Wouldn't it be weirder if I didn't get hard?

I dug into my pocket and pulled out a small wooden doll. I hadn't brought it for this purpose, but if there's no medicine, what choice did I have?

Not experience point absorption, but its true purpose: 'mana absorption.'

'Sorry, Instructor. But this is unavoidable, right? Mana deficiency is serious.'

As I'd said before, it's not the real thing anyway—just a clone.

I took a small breath, pushed aside the faint guilt lingering within me, and murmured the command.

"Summon."

And then pause.

A familiar blue light leaked from the doll in my hand, enveloping the surroundings.

In an instant, Clone─Cheon Da-eun appeared before my eyes again.

Frozen in place, unaware.

Exactly as she'd been when we parted at the training ground moments ago. A few damp strands of hair clung to her nape and forehead, glistening faintly.

"Ha, this is insane."

Above all, the faint body scent wafting from her was driving me mad.

It wasn't just sweat—it was a sweet, clean soapy aroma mixed in, an indescribable allure that tickled my nose.

"I thought it was sweat, but she must've showered right after."

I approached her slowly and, more easily than before, reached for her breasts. The full, soft sensation through her uniform fabric. When I squeezed lightly, the springy firmness filled my hand.

It had nothing to do with mana exchange, but being too rigid about that wasn't healthy, right?

"Instructor, you're so beautiful."

Unable to hold back, I buried my face in her nape and inhaled deeply. The sweet, clean scent hit even stronger, making my head spin. I tilted my head up slightly and brushed my lips lightly along her earlobe and neckline.

*Smack. Kiss.*

Finally, I lifted my head to find her lips. The exact texture I'd ravished mindlessly last night.

*Mwah.*

I started with a light press of our lips.

Then deeper, sucking gently on her lower lip and slipping my tongue into the slight parting.

Her defenseless mouth offered no resistance. I explored every corner, tangling and twisting with her soft tongue, devouring her saliva greedily.

*Slurp. Suck. Schluurp─*

My head burned. With our mixed saliva came a strange energy flowing into me. In the corner of my vision, experience points trickled in.

It was the proficiency experience I'd failed to absorb yesterday.

'Judging by the amount coming in, I barely absorbed half yesterday...'

Well, she'd slain thousands of those things back then.

*Slurp. Smmack.*

I nibbled her lip then released it, sucking softly. The sensation of our warm, soft flesh colliding and entwining stimulated my brain relentlessly.

In the increasingly intense kiss, I grew bolder.

"Schlurp, sluuuurp... Instructor... your saliva... it's so delicious... sluuuurp. Sweet..."

Illusion or not, the deeper I thrust my tongue into her mouth and toyed with hers, the more it felt like her tongue responded to my movements.

Probably just my imagination.

But even after sucking her lips and tangling our tongues, the mana flow was negligible.

It differed from the experience points coming in.

Something was missing?

'Well, it's just a kiss, after all.'

My heart pounded fiercely.

If I wanted to cross that next line here...

A more 'direct' fluid exchange.

What other way was there?

"......"

My cock, already rock-hard with arousal, strained uncomfortably against my underwear. Average size, foreskin-covered.

I hesitated briefly, then undid my belt buckle with my hand.

As I pulled down my pants, my fully aroused cock sprang out, glistening with precum at the tip.

'If I put this... in the Instructor's mouth...'

Honestly, my true desire was to thrust into her lower mouth, but that seemed impossible.

It felt too scary—like truly crossing an irreversible line.

'Someday I'll cross it for real, but for now, this'll do.'

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I carefully climbed onto her upper body as she lay on the bed. Bringing my rigid cock close to her face filled me with suffocating excitement and a strange sense of dominance.

Her slightly parted lips.

I slowly, very slowly, pushed my hot shaft between them.

"Ugh...?"

Normally, forcing something into an unconscious person's mouth would be painful. The dry friction and awkward angle would make it impossible, and teeth would just cause mutual injury.

But astonishingly, the moment my cock touched her lips, they parted ever so slightly, as if making way. Her tongue unconsciously wrapped around my glans.

*Sluuuurp─ Smmack─ Schlick─*

I was startled, but a jolt of pleasure pierced my body. My mind went white-hot with shock.

Ugh.

For a virgin who'd never even gotten a blowjob in this life, let alone touched a woman, this stimulation was overwhelming.

I gently cradled her head, trying to move my hips slowly, but as her hot, wet mouth squeezed my cock pleasurably, an unbearable urge to cum surged.

*Slooorrp ─ Sluuuurp─*

I repeated shallow thrusts.

The foreskin enveloping my shaft naturally peeled back from the suction.

Every time her warm, wet tongue seemed to softly lick my sensitive glans, my nerves stood on end.

System alerts for experience absorption were irrelevant now. Only this moment's pleasure mattered.

*Sluuuuuurp─ Tsk Slooob─ Pffft─*

My breathing grew ragged, my hip movements faster.

Gone was the initial caution. I gripped her hair softly and thrust deeper, greedily toward her throat.

As I shoved in deep enough to feel the base of her tongue, her hot, soft flesh clenched around my shaft, choking me with intensity. I was at my limit! Everything inside me felt ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠ready to explode!

"Hngh, In-Instructor, it's coming...!"

*Spurt! Spuuuurt─!*

Hot semen erupted into the depths of her mouth like a burst dam. Her mouth spasmed, wringing out every last drop as I convulsed.

Right then.

"Haa, haa, fuck, that felt good..."

A sudden level-up notification hit, along with a strange sensation from my lower body.

'Ugh?'

It felt like something was swelling from within. Panicking, I pulled my cock from her mouth. It twitched on its own, changing.

The foreskin retracted further, fully exposing the previously hidden pinkish glans. Overall girth and length had grown, albeit slightly.

"It grew because I did something lewd?"

I was dumbfounded.

Seeing her expressionless face stained with my white fluid inside her mouth only amplified the absurdity.

But the change before my eyes was undeniable reality.

The earlier training ground fight probably contributed too... but I hadn't expected Growth Spurt to promote 'growth' in this area.

That absurdity faded quickly as my gaze naturally shifted to Instructor Cheon Da-eun's face.

Her emotionless expression, lips slightly parted with white liquid trickling out, dripping faintly down her chin.

Traces of the semen I'd filled her mouth with.

Her throat bobbed slowly as she swallowed the thick load...

*Gulp.*

In an instant, blood surged hot through my body again.

Damn it.

No cleanup in sight, and despite just cumming, this defenseless, lewd sight had my lower half standing at attention once more.

I looked down at Clone─Cheon Da-eun, limply sprawled on the bed.

The traces of me on her lips, her slightly open mouth, her vulnerability...

My clone, now more sensitive and larger thanks to Growth Spurt, throbbed as if urging me on.

To thrust in one more time, since we'd come this far.

"Damn... alright, just once more..."

Guilt be damned—reason had long knelt to desire. I leaned over her body again. This time with no hesitation, I roughly shoved my hardened cock between her lips.

Sloppy, slick texture. Her mouth was already glossy with my saliva and semen. I gripped her jaw, adjusted the angle, and rammed my angry shaft deep into her throat. Deeper and more violently than before.

*Pffft! Slurp! Schluuup!*

Truth be told, I wasn't absorbing much mana. Cumming like this negated the point of mana absorption.

But who cares? It felt too good.

*Smmack─ Tsk Slooob─ Jlooob─*

"Haa, Instructor, Instructor!"

Panting wildly, I ravaged her mouth like a beast.

Even the slight scrape of her teeth on my shaft turned into sweet stimulation.

Thrust, thrust again.

I slammed my hips furiously, claiming her mouth-pussy.

Choke her throat to tighten the mouth-pussy forcibly, then plunge in below.

*Squelch. Squelch. Squelch. Squelch!*

The lewd sounds of rough friction in the tight, hot passage echoed obscenely in the room. Faster, more intensely than before, the urge to cum built rapidly.

"Cumming again...!"

*Spuuuuurt─!*

Second ejaculation.

Hot spurts endlessly toward the depths of her throat. My hips convulsed wildly, determined to pour every last drop inside her.

*Spuuurgle, spuuuuurgle.*

"Hngh, hngh... ugh..."

The afterglow of the second climax was deeper, more intense. Strength drained from my body as I gasped for breath.

Seeing her mouth overflowing, her chin filthy with my traces, my hazy reason slowly returned. But it was too late.

Her eyes rolled back slightly—a harsh sight, even for a clone.

"...It'd be better if she could enjoy it too, instead of forcing her like this."

I'd figure out a way later. For now, send her back.

This clone wouldn't remember today either.

Not even swallowing my semen.

I quietly issued the 'Return' command.

Please, no issues this time.