Chapter 59
Seol-ah's face grew redder and redder until, moments later, it vanished completely into the bubbles. She'd dumped in a ton of that foaming bath bomb, apparently, because visibility below the surface was completely blocked.
Another long stretch passed before Seol-ah resurfaced. The submersion seemed to have helped a bit; she looked calmer than before, her complexion returning to normal.
"I... I didn't mean the video call in some weird, pervy way. You know that, right...?"
"I know. I just asked why you closed your eyes."
If I'd told her to open them while she was fully exposed, that would've meant she was in heat again—or deliberately testing my self-control. The second option didn't make much sense, and since it'd only been a day since last night's marathon, the first was unlikely too.
With just her face peeking above the bubbles, it was obvious she was simply embarrassed. I'd seen her in full succubus frenzy once before; distinguishing wasn't hard. When Seol-ah's pent-up lust really hit, she'd pin me down and go wild, moans flowing naturally.
Her voice trembled faintly from the phone, accompanied by some hesitant fidgeting.
"...Um, are you... having a hard time holding back...?"
She wasn't being explicit—probably referring to things after we parted, since nothing felt that steamy now. Even with my heightened libido, seven hours wasn't enough to break me.
"I've been buried in work since getting home. When I'm focused, nothing else crosses my mind."
"...Yeah, I get that. Once I start drawing, I have to finish in one go..."
We were similar in that way—not identical, but with plenty of overlap.
"...I told you to hold back earlier, but... it's okay if you do it. I wasn't forcing you."
"My commission schedule's packed tight; no room for that."
Steeping in the warm water must've cleared her head, because Seol-ah suddenly leaned in closer. But I'd already made up my mind. Excluding meals and sleep, I'd pour everything into mixing. No time for leisurely distractions. Besides, five days—not even a full week—wasn't that long for holding back lust, unlike sleep deprivation.
"...Yeah. I've got fan page deadlines too, so I need to grind on drawings... No time for that on my end either."
She was probably just saying we should endure together since neither could indulge. She seemed a tad guilty, like she thought she was imposing, but after experiencing sex with Seol-ah, solo relief paled in comparison. Better to save it up.
Hesitating a moment, as if more lingered on her mind, Seol-ah spoke up.
"...If you're doing it alone, it just ends up on tissue, right...? Might as well stockpile a ton and put it all inside me... A ton, inside me...?"
The no-fap implication landed as expected, but her word choice... Even if not intentional seduction, it screamed craving my seed. Made me wonder if she'd fully turned succubus.
Blood started stirring downward again—until Seol-ah yelped "Hot—!" and scrambled to backpedal.
"N-no, I misspoke! I mean, it's not infinite, right...? And I saw online that edging builds satisfaction for next time... So maybe saving up moderately isn't bad...!"
"......"
When Seol-ah panicked hard, her words sped up insanely but stayed crystal clear. Face flushed from embarrassment and steam, she looked a bit woozy. Exploding with mortification, she blurted:
"I-I gotta wash up properly now and get back to drawing, so... hanging up!"
"...Yeah."
Three minutes into the call? She'd probably planned a leisurely soak while chatting, but shame overload had her bailing fast. Leaning forward hastily to end the video, her bare body flashed briefly for the first time—bubbles clinging, but that pink glimpse near her chest right before cutoff? No illusion.
...What a tease, Seol-ah. Playing with my heart like that.
Her flustered panic was so obvious, though, it sparked more amusement than arousal. Short as it was, hearing her voice and seeing her face recharged me. Stretching, I rose from bed and settled at my computer.
Five days apart, but constant calls day and night kept loneliness at bay. I subscribed to Yuki-nyang's fan page—I adore Seol-ah's art—and we'd even screen-shared real-time work sessions via PC comms.
One day, we both shared screens while working; found it oddly thrilling. I can draw decently, but Seol-ah? Effortless strokes birthed full character outlines in moments. She credited magic, but her skill was always top-tier; now just hyper-accelerated.
I'd seen her start an illustration via share, only for the finished piece to hit the fan page as a scheduled post the next night. Blew my mind. Her work ignited healthy rivalry, pushing my pace higher. Astasia honed my mixing too—heightened senses, especially hearing, caught micro-details effortlessly. Dramatic? No, but a solid boost.
Days meant work updates via PC calls. Once, Lee Seo-yeon and Doyun hyung popped into our channel for chit-chat. Nights, we'd lounge in bed pre-sleep, talking.
My subtle worry? Seol-ah enduring five days. Her amplified lust was no joke. But surprisingly, no issues till orientation eve. Post-day one, no sexy talk, no distress signs.
I doubted secret solos—her pride demands keeping promises, even blushing through full confessions. That was her vibe.
Last night, amid chatter, we planned a pre-orientation meetup. Ceremony at 11, freshmen in by 10 for rehearsal. We set 9 a.m.; now, post-shower, I'm prepping.
Laundry done, so wearing Seol-ah's gift set—perfect match.
Campus isn't far, but eagerness for her had me busing early.
"Hello?"
"Yeah, where you at?"
"On the bus, almost there."
"Gotta hit the gym by 10 anyway... There's benches behind the admissions office. I'll pin the spot—meet there?"
Seol-ah sent the campus map location. Off the bus, I headed straight. Just a few empty benches, no view, no people.
Plopped on one; soon spotted a petite figure approaching fast—not running, but brisk for Seol-ah. She arrived in seconds.
"Long time no see."
"...Yeah."
Video calls couldn't compare to this. Unlike dates, she kept distance, expression near-neutral.
Easier than I feared? Whatever stance she took at uni—public CC or hidden—I'd follow.
I want to.
...Right now. I want to.
Thought I'd held out better than expected, but seeing Baek Sion snapped my restraint like a thread.
Forcing down the surge hardened my face—unavoidable. Recognizing school grounds, I clung to calm, deciding to endure a bit longer.
But needed a stopgap. Ceremony today, first lecture after—no way in this state.
Swept the area with mana sense: clear. Then I lunged into his arms, hugging fiercely.
"...I missed you."