Indecent Assault
Midnight.
By the time I returned from the "intense follow-up meeting" in the Chancellor's office, the living room lights were still blazing as bright as noon.
"...You were all still awake?"
An atmosphere of menace hung over the sofa, as if a people's tribunal were about to convene.
Yu Cheonghwa, Ju Yuryeon, Baek Seolhwi, Mu Jinyul, Elena, Mu Harin, Baek Soyoung.
All of my women had gathered in one place, glaring at me—or more precisely, at me and at Yeoryeong, who was standing beside me.
"Oh, you're back? How late of you."
Harin smiled frostily and crossed her arms. Her usual air of composure was nowhere to be found; lips pushed into a pout, she radiated wounded displeasure from every pore.
I shuffled awkwardly to my seat and confessed everything that had happened in the three-way confrontation with Kang Muhyuk.
Prometheus's recruitment offer.
"..."
And then the talk of an arranged marriage with Kang Sera.
"...!"
With every sentence I finished, the temperature in the living room seemed to drop another degree.
"So what you're saying... is that that man offered to hand over his own daughter?"
"Er... well, yes."
"And our Lord Hyun was surely drooling, thinking, I wouldn't mind, actually?"
"No! I just listened, that's all!"
The instant I jumped up to deny it, Harin's sharp gaze swung toward Geum Yeoryeong.
"Yeoryeong, unnie."
"Y-yes?"
Geum Yeoryeong flinched, her shoulders trembling.
"You were there as his guardian, weren't you? Which means you should have flatly refused him and shut the whole thing down. So why did you just sit there and watch? And also—"
Harin sprang to her feet and stalked over to Geum Yeoryeong. Then she leaned in, sniffed twice, and wrinkled her brow.
"This scent of night flowers... I believe some explanation is in order?"
"Th-that is... Kang Muhyuk's aura was so oppressive, and while I was helping Hyun relax..."
"'Helping him relax,' she says."
Yuryeon chimed in from the side.
"You didn't help him relax—you helped yourself to him! Grab her, Baek Seolhwi!"
"Understood!"
"Kyaa?! You— you people... what on earth are you doing...!!"
In a flash, Seolhwi and Yuryeon pinned Geum Yeoryeong's arms behind her, and Cheonghwa approached with her face carved from stone and yanked open her blazer.
Riiip!
Buttons scattered as Geum Yeoryeong's bare body came into view.
"Ghk—!"
Everyone in the living room went rigid. Nothing but the outer jacket had been opened, and yet beneath it there was not a single stitch of clothing left. Clear down the inside of her thighs, dried streaks of semen were plainly visible.
Worse, the moment she tensed her lower belly, a mixture of translucent nectar and my own traces came trickling out of her pussy in a slow, glistening line.
"While the rest of us were home worrying, you were alone sucking Lord Hyun dry? Isn't that a little much, even for you?"
"Th-that's... Hyun was pressing me so hard, so rough... nngh... it's embarrassing..."
Stripped naked, Yeoryeong covered her face and writhed in shame. But even that display reeked so strongly of a woman freshly ravished that it only fanned the flames of the other women's fury.
"Ugh, I'm exhausted! I've got a match tomorrow, so I'm turning in!"
"Wha—?! Master!!!"
Before those sparks landed on me, I needed to run.
Survival instinct fully engaged, I bolted for my room and slammed the door behind me.
...Godspeed, Nine-Tailed Fox.
The door clicked shut. In the living room Hwan Yihyeon had just abandoned, a heavy silence laced with jealousy settled over the women left behind.
"Haah... that man is truly beyond saving."
While Geum Yeoryeong cringed in the corner of the sofa, hastily straightening her clothes, the denunciation of the rest of them began.
"That Kang Sera bitch—she makes my blood boil!"
First to erupt was Ju Yuryeon. She hammered her fist into a cushion, over and over, venting her rage.
"Who does she think she is, crawling out of nowhere to stick her spoon in our bowl?"
"Agreed."
Seolhwi nodded once, curtly. Arms crossed, she was frowning in obvious displeasure as well.
"Before our blades have even crossed, she reaches for his body. She has no pride as a warrior—or as a woman."
"Uuu..."
Jinyul sat hugging her knees, sulking in the corner.
"Is it... is it that we're not attractive? Master's always getting tangled up with other women outside... and I'm just a cheap girl with nothing but tits to offer..."
Watching Jinyul spiral into self-loathing, Baek Soyoung—the very "other woman tangled up outside" in question—pretended not to care and looked away with studied disinterest.
"Hmph. When a man has real ability, women come flocking. It hardly concerns me..."
But her ears were standing straight up, drinking in every word of the conversation.
"Mother, you are in a serious predicament yourself."
"Ahem... I'm afraid I don't follow, child?"
"Why are you dressed like that? Your ears appear to have been drawn out with transformation magic rather than a headband... and why, pray tell, is your tail emerging from your anus?"
"..."
Baek Soyoung had no retort. Over the course of the previous night, he had called her pretty—praised even this getup despite her flustered protests—and she had vowed to keep wearing it at home. That was all there was to it.
"I simply cannot comprehend it."
Beside her, Elena spoke, an eerie chill rolling off her in waves.
Her smile was unmistakably there—but her eyes were utterly hollow.
"With me right here... why does my darling keep letting his eyes wander to other human females?"
"S-Saintess...?"
Her deranged jealousy silenced the room for a moment.
"Ah, but you're all exceptions, of course? Every one of you is special to my darling."
"R-right. Of course we know that."
Just then, Cheonghwa—who had been quietly taking stock of the situation—stepped forward.
"Everyone, calm yourselves. This is not a problem that will be solved by acting on emotion."
All eyes turned to her at the sound of that level voice.
"Calm down? You expect us to be calm now?"
Yuryeon huffed and challenged her, but Cheonghwa paid it no mind.
"The stronger the enemy outside, the more we must fortify what lies within. The way Kang Sera conducts herself is beyond our control. Which means the question before us is: what can we do?"
Cheonghwa's eyes gleamed.
"We drain him to the very marrow, from the inside, so that he hasn't a spare thought to spare for anyone else when he's out. So that the moment he comes home, all he can think is: nothing beats home."
"......Oh."
Mu Harin curled her lips upward, intrigued.
"There's merit in that. If you don't want him snacking outside, you feed him at home until he's stuffed to bursting."
"Precisely."
Cheonghwa nodded.
"So set your grievances aside for now, everyone, and let us attend to Master in the established order."
Her gaze swept the room—and stopped on two people.
"Tonight's rotation is myself, Jinyul, and the Saintess. Follow me."
"Ah...!"
Jinyul's head shot up in surprise.
"It's our turn already?"
"It is. There's a costume that suits a night like this rather well—shall we try it?"
"Yes!"
Elena, meanwhile, had shed her earlier eeriness entirely and was beaming.
"Fufu, it's my turn tonight, isn't it? How convenient."
"That filthy nectar clinging to my darling's body... as the Saintess, I ought to purify it for him. Not a single drop left behind."
"Then we'll be going. Everyone else, please rest—we have schedules tomorrow."
Cheonghwa wrapped things up with crisp efficiency and led Elena and Jinyul upstairs.
"Aww... we're disbanding already? Deflates the mood completely. Isn't there anything fun to do?"
That was the flaw of the rotation system: your turn came around whether you put in the effort or not, and yet no matter how badly you ached for his cock, you weren't allowed to poach it freely.
Of course, if he wanted it, that was another matter. One could never go against the master's will, after all.
"Yeoryeong, unnie. Why did you do it?"
"Nngh...! Harin, wait, let me explain...!"
"Just answer one question. Did Lord Hyun seduce you first, or did you make the first move on him?"
"W-well... I did ask him to ravish me first, but..."
"Gotcha, you bitch!"
Only in situations like this did she become fair game for the rest of the women.
"Ehehe... I was bored anyway. This works out. Pussy here I come!"
"Yuryeon, not you too—! Kyaaaaa!!!"
I washed up thoroughly and went to bed.
I thought I could faintly hear Yeoryeong's moans drifting up from the floor below, but... I'm sure it'll be fine.
Apparently I hadn't cut things off cleanly enough, and everyone was irritated with me for it.
It couldn't be helped. Whether out of some lingering guilt toward Kang Sera or not, I simply couldn't bring myself to tell Kang Muhyuk to get lost to his face.
"Haah..."
Maybe it was my fault for letting Harin feed me her Yin Qi all night and going completely feral.
"...First thing tomorrow, I'll apologize."
Cheonghwa had told me she was still bedridden. Probably too ashamed to show her face in public.
I could only hope her anger would fade—and that I'd find a graceful way to turn down Kang Muhyuk's proposal.
Knock, knock.
"Hm? Who is it?"
Someone had come and knocked at my door.
Whose turn was it tonight? Not Harin or Baek Soyoung or Yeoryeong, surely... Seoyeon was working overtime on the judging sheets...
...
"Hello? Who's there?"
There was no answer from the hallway.
"Must've been my imagination..."
Just as I was about to drift back to sleep—
BOOM!!!
"?!"
The door exploded inward, and a blurred figure came through it!
"Fuck, who the— mmpgh!!"
Before the curse had even left my mouth, a soft yet iron-firm hand clamped over my lips.
In the same instant, a heavy weight crashed down over my body. Through the cloud of dust blurring my vision, the silhouette of my captor emerged.
Slender ankles, supple skin. But the outfit underneath was not her usual school uniform.
"Ch-... Cheonghwa?"
A uniform shirt straining at the seams. A miniskirt riding high above her thighs, and gleaming handcuffs in her hand—the spitting image of a police officer.
"Shh. Quiet, suspect."
Cheonghwa looked down at me coldly. In place of her usual composed gaze, eyes smoldering with lust bored straight through me.
"The door was locked, so I executed a forced entry. I can add obstruction of official duties to your charges, so I suggest you stop resisting."
"Wait, what are you doing? I never even locked the doo—"
"Shh."
She caught both my wrists with practiced ease, pinned them above my head, and snapped the cuffs she'd produced from her jacket tightly around the headboard of the bed.
Click!
With the cold clink of metal, my freedom was confiscated.
"M-Master... you are under arrest."
Jinyul shuffled in behind her and shut the door, her face flushed scarlet beneath a police uniform that was equally ready to burst at the seams. And behind her, Elena stood in a matching outfit, smiling wickedly.
"Arrested? For what crime, exactly!"
"The charges are lewd sexual misconduct and offenses against public decency."
"...What?"
"A charge tailor-made for a Master whose women just keep multiplying."
Cheonghwa's logic was flawless. No—flawlessly insane.
"Therefore, as of this moment, the suspect Hwan Yihyeon is taken into custody. And in order to secure the evidence—"
The corner of Cheonghwa's mouth curled into a twisted smile.
"we will now commence a body-cavity search and seizure of your cock❤️"