Chapter 250: Courtship
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 250: Courtship
The sparring, which began in the morning, finally concluded after sunset.
52 matches, 0 wins, 5 draws, 47 losses.
A bitter laugh escaped me at the miserable results.
Honestly, I thought I could win at least once. It seems I overestimated myself.
I wondered if it would have been different in a real battle, but that was just an excuse.
The whole point of this sparring was to improve my fundamental skills. Relying on other means would defeat the purpose.
Until now, I'd stuck to a fighting style of overwhelming opponents with magic and martial arts. Now, I needed to learn how to control the power I possessed.
Especially if I was ever going to face an elder of the Heavenly Demonic Cult.
‘I shouldn't have backed off at the end. If I'd pushed forward instead, the outcome might have been different. The pressure from the heavy sword made me misjudge.’
I lay sprawled on the floor, reviewing the past matches.
It might sound strange coming from someone who couldn't win a single match, but there were more than a few moments I regretted.
Even the five draws were a great achievement, all secured in the final stretch.
It was also proof that I was getting used to controlling my power.
“Are you okay?”
As I was staring at the ceiling and reviewing the matches, a pair of white, fluffy ears twitched in front of me. It was my master.
I could see the worry in her eyes as she looked at me.
Ever since I started living with her, my master's attitude towards me had changed quite a bit.
Should I say she'd become gentler? Not only had her tone softened, but her overall demeanor seemed more mellow.
“Of course.”
I took her hand and got up.
It was small but rough—the hand of a typical swordswoman.
“What is it...?”
“Huh? Oh. It's nothing, I was just wondering how you can grip your sword so firmly when your hands are so small, Master.”
It goes without saying, but for a sword wielder, the longer the arms and legs, and the bigger the hands, the better.
But for someone with small hands like my master, even holding a sword with a standard grip would be difficult.
After a moment's hesitation at my words, my master's face turned slightly red.
“Well... beast-kin are naturally strong...”
“Ah.”
Right, if her grip strength was high, the size of her hands wouldn't matter.
In the first place, the fact that she could skillfully wield a heavy sword with her small frame meant her innate strength was extraordinary.
If we had a contest of strength without any magic or skills, would I lose?
“I-It's not that much!”
My master frantically shook her head, denying it.
Being a beast-kin, she was certainly quick on the uptake. Come to think of it, back when we were training at the dojo, she always had an uncanny ability to overhear any gossip about herself.
“You don't have to be embarrassed. In this day and age, what's wrong with a woman being strong?”
Most beast-kin women were stronger than human men to begin with.
Besides, even setting aside birthright, if a woman became a Hunter or learned martial arts, it didn't take long for her to surpass a man in strength.
“...What about you, then?”
“Huh?”
“Do you like strong women?”
Her eyes, as she suddenly closed the distance, were more serious than I'd ever seen them.
I felt a pressure that gave me no room to be flustered.
But more than that pressure, my attention was stolen by her scent brushing past my nose and the cleavage visible below.
“...If I had to say, I'm more of the opinion that as long as she's pretty, it doesn't matter if she's strong or not, right?”
Whatever the case, the most important things are face and figure. Personality comes after that.
“A pretty person...”
After hearing my words, my master muttered something and then bolted out of the training room.
Left alone in the massive training room, I stared blankly at the door.
‘...The bathroom?’
I didn't know why she had to run, but I guess she was in a real hurry.
Since I was alone anyway, I sat cross-legged to continue reviewing the matches.
But I couldn't focus because of the throbbing in my lower body. The memory of her scent and cleavage lingered.
I let out a sigh and relaxed my posture. Trying to focus like this was just a waste of time.
But just waiting around felt awkward too.
“I should probably shower first.”
I had to wash up anyway to go to the restaurant we'd booked. It wouldn't be right to show up at a high-end restaurant drenched in sweat.
Just as I was about to head to the shower attached to the training room, something in my line of sight stopped me in my tracks.
“That's...”
The towel my master had been using to wipe her sweat just moments ago was lying on the floor.
In that instant, like one of Pavlov's dogs, her scent came back to me.
Gulp.
I swallowed dryly, against my will. It wasn't a pungent scent, but it was the kind of smell you'd want to keep inhaling forever.
As if possessed, I picked up the towel.
I could feel a pleasant warmth and dampness at my fingertips. The scent made it hard to maintain my reason, and I ended up burying my face in the towel.
As the fragrance filled my nostrils, even the guilt I'd felt for a moment vanished.
My whole body grew languid, as if I'd taken a sedative, and my master's face naturally came to mind.
Her small frame, cute face, and even her fluffy ears and tail.
Honestly, there were countless times I'd wanted to hug her. I even felt a pang of envy whenever Noel was next to her, fiddling with her tail.
‘Is this that savory scent...?’
This was a drug. A new kind of drug that, once sampled, was impossible to stop on your own.
And the end for those who took this drug was always the same.
Thud.
Social ruin.
Along with the sound of something dropping, I sensed a familiar presence. A cold sweat trickled down my spine.
It was my mistake for being so captivated by her scent that I hadn't even used mana detection, let alone my senses.
The moment I turned my head, my eyes met my master's.
I was caught red-handed.
The instant I saw her trembling pupils, only one thought crossed my mind.
‘...I'm fucked.’
If this were my house, I would have smashed a window and escaped.
But the training room was a completely sealed space with no windows, except for the entrance my master was blocking.
I realized it again. I was truly, utterly fucked.
My master, clenching her fists and trembling, slowly approached me.
Faced with the inevitable, I squeezed my eyes shut and clenched my teeth. The best I could do now was take the beating and get it over with.
Soon, her presence was right in front of me. I could feel she was standing there without even looking.
But no matter how long I waited, the merciless violence never came. Instead, I felt a strange sensation in my lower body.
Thinking, 'No way,' I opened my eyes to a shocking sight.
My master's small, rough hand was stroking my swollen dick through my pants.
“This happened because of me, didn't it...?”
“...Huh?”
Stroking my dick with a clumsy touch, my master looked up at me with an expression I had never seen before.
Cheeks flushed with a rosy hue, slightly unfocused eyes, and lips that were faintly moist.
It was the face of a woman in heat, a look I had seen countless times.
“I-I'll help you...! It's a master's duty to help a student in need...!”
Before I could even respond, she yanked down my pants in one swift motion. My underwear too.
Ripples of shock spread through her eyes as she came face-to-face with the shameless thing that had swelled up.
Perhaps because of her small frame, my already ferocious dick looked even more monstrous today.
Seeing her kneeling and staring at my dick filled me with an indescribable sense of immorality.
“Sniff, sniff...”
As if curious, my master started sniffing my dick.
She looked like a wolf—no, a puppy.
Her actions felt more cute than erotic, and I found myself stroking her head without thinking.
As expected, her hair was fluffy and soft.
She didn't push my hand away. Instead, she seemed to enjoy it, closing her eyes and focusing on my touch.
Lick.
A shiver ran down my spine.
My master didn't stop at sniffing; she began to lick my dick. Being a beast-kin, her tongue felt much hotter and rougher than a human's.
It felt even hotter than Noel's.
“Haup, slurp, sluuuurp, schlopp...♡”
The exploration phase seemed to be over, as my master began to suck my dick in earnest.
It was clearly her first time; she was clumsy and unskilled.
But the sight of her small, dainty lips sucking on the head was so stimulating that technique didn't even matter.
A powerful desire to thrust my dick between those lips surged within me.
I had to chant the character for 'patience' dozens of times in my head and bite my tongue until it almost bled before I could regain my composure.
“Master, you don't have to force yourself...”
“Slurp... Seoha.”
“Huh?”
Pulling her mouth away from my dick, my master looked up at me with a slightly pouting expression.
“...Don't call me Master. Call me Seoha.”
Seeing her wagging her tail seductively, I finally let go of the thread of reason I was desperately clinging to.
It looks like we won't be making it to that restaurant reservation.
*
There was a small mattress in the training room. It wasn't for sleeping but for things like practicing falls, so it was a bit firm, but in this situation, it was much better than nothing.
Lying on the mattress, my master looked at me, her lips parting several times as if to speak.
At that sight, I immediately lowered my head and pressed my lips to hers.
I roughly pushed my tongue between her small, dainty lips.
“Hmph, huup, ooph...♡”
With a height difference of nearly 40 centimeters, it created a scene that looked as if I were pouncing on her.
But I felt no need to correct that impression. After all, I was moving with the single-minded desire to ravish my master.
As the kiss grew rougher, she seemed to struggle for breath, and tears welled up in her eyes. I suddenly remembered how happy she looked when I stroked her head earlier.
When I stroked her head again, the corners of her eyes trembled slightly.
The sight of her wagging her tail and eagerly responding with her cute little tongue kept stimulating my lust.
I roughly tore off the tank top she was wearing.
Modest breasts and light pink nipples were revealed. A full B-cup? No, maybe a C-cup?
I grabbed her breasts with both hands. The soft, squishy texture filled my palms.
They felt like chewy marshmallows; I couldn't stop myself.
“Hah, haah, haah...”
While my master panted from the aftermath of our kiss, I buried my face in the nape of her neck. I inhaled her savory scent deeply and left a mark.
She hugged me back and licked my ear.
Spurred on by her proactive attitude, I stroked her thigh and pulled off her remaining leggings.
Even as I undressed her, she simply lay still, blushing like a chaste maiden from a noble house.
When I first met her, I thought she was just a cranky wolf beast-kin.
‘Is this what they call gap moe?’
Soon, my master's pale, naked body was revealed. It was worth taking off her panties too.
I was noticing it anew, but for her size, my master had wide hips. With hips like these, couldn't she take my dick without any trouble?
“Honestly, Master... no, Seoha. I never imagined you'd be this forward.”
I stumbled over my words. Suddenly trying to speak informally to my master felt too awkward.
But the change in address and tone seemed to please her, as an unconcealable smile spread across her lips.
“But... I was so happy to be courted by you, Hyun-woo...”
“...?”
Courted...?
