A Nourishing Meal
"...A practical exam?"
"You weren't aware? Theory is important, of course, but in the end, hands-on combat must take priority in the evaluation."
Cheong Hwa pushed her glasses up and said it as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
"When are you going to take those things off? The exam's over, isn't it?"
"True."
Cheong Hwa finally removed her glasses. She'd worn them so many days straight that wearing them had become second nature.
"Do you have bad eyesight or something?"
"No. I simply thought that if I played up the student-and-teacher concept, it would excite you, Master."
"...?"
What on earth was she talking about?
"You didn't notice?"
Cheong Hwa asked back with a perfectly shameless face.
"While I was tutoring you, I undid two buttons of my shirt under the pretext of being warm."
"...?"
"And you don't remember how, when you were holding your pen, I rested my chest on the back of your hand?"
"That was... I thought that was just an accident."
"An accident? It was calculated to the last detail."
Cheong Hwa snorted through her nose.
"Whenever your concentration dipped, I provided visual and tactile stimulation to wake you back up."
"That was really all it was?"
"Well... I did hope your desires would awaken along the way."
"You were the one telling me to study."
She'd threatened all the other girls not to seduce me, and the whole time she was the one pulling every shameless trick imaginable right beside me.
"You scheming little..."
Yuryeon glared daggers at Cheong Hwa,
"That's not fair! Cheong Hwa, you got all the fun for yourself!"
and Jinyul hopped up and down with the expression of someone gravely wronged.
"You glared at us just for breathing too loud!"
"Be quiet, Jinyul."
Cheong Hwa shot back without so much as blinking.
"Didn't you make a filthy little request of the Master yourself? Nipple-matching games, from a woman with inverted nipples."
"Th-that's...!"
"What do nipples have to do with studying? Are they related to magical engineering in any way?"
"Ugh... do you have any idea how sensitive my nipples are...!"
Jinyul huffed and puffed, her face crimson, and Yuryeon looked ready to pile on with a jab of her own.
Another catfight was clearly about to break out if I let this go on.
"Enough. Everyone calm down."
I raised a hand and cut through the chaos. This wasn't what mattered right now.
"So, about the practical exam—what exactly?"
"As I mentioned before,"
Cheong Hwa's expression turned serious once more.
"this semester's final evaluation will be one-on-one combat."
"One-on-one combat?"
"Yes. For the next three days, starting tomorrow, cadets will face each other in one-on-one duels. Tournament format."
"Three days..."
My mind went momentarily blank.
Three days of dueling?
Which meant—
"Then... Harin's reward..."
It wasn't happening tonight. It was being pushed back three days?
Suddenly it felt like the world was caving in on me.
That special reward she'd promised for the moment exams ended.
That single promise was the only thing that had carried me through this hellish stretch of studying.
And now I had to wait three more days?
"Ha..."
A deep sigh escaped me before I could stop it.
"Did you think it would be postponed?"
Cheong Hwa tilted her head, looking genuinely puzzled.
"Quite the opposite, actually. With a practical evaluation coming up, shouldn't you be maintaining peak condition?"
"...Huh?"
"From what I glimpsed of what Harin has prepared, it's exactly what you need right now, Master."
What on earth could it be?
"In any case, the reward Harin promised you can be collected when you return home tonight."
"Can't you at least tell me what it is?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"Because that would ruin the surprise. You'll enjoy it more discovering it yourself."
What could possibly be so spectacular that Cheong Hwa of all people was making this much of a fuss?
The answer arrived sooner than expected.
-Click.
"What the—? The door won't open."
I gave it a push, but it didn't budge an inch.
-Wait...! I'm not ready yet...!
-You do exactly as I told you. Understood?
-Nnngh...! Why must I, Master of Baekho Hall, be reduced to this...
They'd clearly heard me coming, because a commotion erupted from inside—
-BANG!
and a moment later the door swung open on its own.
"I'm home."
The instant I stepped into the entryway, a rich, savory aroma stabbed at my nose.
And along with it, an utterly surreal sight filled my eyes.
"Welcome home, Master...❤️"
"...Whoa."
Three women stood side by side, greeting me in perfect unison.
Harin, whom I already knew well.
Yeo Ryeong.
And Baek Soyoung, still visibly mortified to be there at all.
As if bound by some pact, all three wore identical outfits.
A single white frilled apron. Nothing else—not a thread beneath it, just flawlessly bare skin.
"Soyoung, what are you doing here?"
"I-I don't know! Harin dragged me here without asking...!"
She stammered and fumbled over her words,
"Wrong! You call him Master, loud and clear!"
"Uuuuu..."
and the moment Harin barked at her from the side, she deflated like a punctured balloon.
"So. What is all this?"
"The exams must have been grueling, Master?"
"Ah, yeah... well..."
"Will you have dinner first? A bath first? Or perhaps..."
There it was.
Eat first, wash first, or go straight to sex.
Harin smiled slyly and pressed her chest against my arm. I felt the apron fabric against bare skin and the soft give of her breasts all at once.
"Let's start with dinner, then."
"...Huh?!"
Clearly not the answer she'd expected.
Don't get me wrong—I wanted nothing more than to pounce on them right then and there. But if we started screwing from this moment on and kept at it all night, the meal Harin had prepared would go completely cold.
"Good food should be eaten while it's hot."
"Ah... yes. Of course."
Laid out on the table was a meticulous spread of every food reputed to restore a man's vigor: eel, soft-shell turtle, abalone, all arranged in neat, elegant dishes.
"Alright, then."
I sat down at the head of the table and crossed my legs.
Yeo Ryeong and Harin naturally took up positions on either side of me.
Only Baek Soyoung remained standing awkwardly, at a complete loss for what to do.
"Soyoung, what are you supposed to be doing?"
"Th-that's... I'm..."
"Tsk. Didn't I explain this to you earlier? What your role is."
Harin clicked her tongue and stalked over to her friend.
"Get under the table."
"Nngh...!"
"What are you waiting for? Hurry."
"F-fine, I get it...!"
Baek Soyoung crawled beneath the table.
"And what is she doing under there?"
"Heh... uuuu..."
Rustling sounds came from under the tablecloth, and then I felt soft hands settle on my thighs.
-Ziiiip.
The sound of my fly coming down was almost comically loud in the quiet room.
"What is she about to do?"
"What else? You enjoy your meal through the mouth up top..."
Harin giggled, circled around behind my chair, and began kneading my shoulders.
"...and Soyoung here will handle the mouth below."
-FLUSH!
"I... I'm to... suck this...?"
Baek Soyoung's voice drifted up from beneath the table as she lowered herself.
"Haaah... haa... this smell..."
Hot breath washed over my fully exposed cock.
"Obviously. Do you have anything better to be doing at dinnertime? Go on."
Harin nudged Baek Soyoung's rear with the tip of her foot.
"Uuu... f-fine...!"
A warm, damp sensation began to envelop the head of my cock.
"Hah...!"
"Sounds like they've started."
Yeo Ryeong caught on with a knowing smile and lifted her chopsticks.
"Here you are, Master. Say ahh. It's the tail end of the eel—the best part."
"Ahh..."
The Chancellor of the Academy was feeding me eel from above, while the Master of Baekho Hall sucked my cock from below.
The sheer, maddening depravity of it sent my blood surging through every inch of my body.
-Chuuup... chup... sluuurp...
"Hmhm... Soyoung's tongue work is better than I expected?"
"I thought she'd be clumsy on her first time, but she's got real talent. Born bitch, as they say."
Harin whispered into my ear, sneaking a glance beneath the table. Baek Soyoung was reverently cradling my cock in both hands, diligently lapping her way from the base all the way up to the tip.
"Mmph... ugh... chuuuurp...!"
"Tasty?"
When I leaned down and peeked under the table, Baek Soyoung looked up at me with her mouth stuffed full of cock.
Her eyes brimming with tears as she gazed at me, cheeks hollowed out from sucking so hard—the sight stoked something sadistic in me.
"Ah, ahiiha...! (Ith, mathter...!)"
"Good girl."
"Ahiihi aha...!! (Don't pat my head...!!)"
I stroked her hair and turned my attention back to the meal.
"Mmm, a little salty. I'm thirsty."
The eel glaze must have been heavy on the salt. The whole spread had that rich, sauce-laden vigor-tonic character to it—I'd need something to drink between courses.
"Could I have some water?"
"Oh dear, water? I can't possibly serve plain water when I'm supposed to be rebuilding your strength, Master."
As if she'd been waiting for exactly that, Harin picked up an empty glass and stepped in front of me.
"One moment, please?"
Right before my eyes, she boldly lifted the hem of her apron.
The spot she usually hid so demurely was standing stiff and proud, jutting out into the open—so aroused it had sprung free on its own.
"Freshly squeezed, Yin Qi-rich special milk. I'll draw it for you right now."
Harin seized her abundant breasts roughly in both hands.
"Hnngh...!"
She expertly pressed down on her areola and pinched her nipple, and a pearly liquid jetted from its swollen tip.
-Pshh! Ssshhhh!
"Oh..."
A white stream arced through the air and poured smoothly into the glass.
"Haaahn... Master... drink lots... drink it all...❤️"
The steaming, fresh-squeezed Yin Qi filled the glass to the brim.
"Here. Drink it before it gets cold."
She handed me the glass, her face glistening with sweat. A briny-sweet aroma tickled my nose.
-Gulp, gulp.
"Khh...!"
Power flooded through me until I felt fit to burst.
"Well? Feeling a surge of strength?"
"The problem is I have too much of it."
Exhibit A: my clone under the table, swelling until it seemed the veins would split. I'd noticed it before, but the highly concentrated Yin Qi seemed to supercharge my libido along with everything else.
"Mmph?! Nnnngh!!"
The sudden expansion filled Baek Soyoung's mouth to capacity, and a pained moan leaked out around it.
But instead of pulling away, she opened her throat and willingly swallowed the newly swollen desire whole.
"Fufu... sounds like Soyoung's enjoying her meal too."
Harin dabbed at the white trace left on my lips, smiling warmly.
"Master, care for some abalone next?"