Pure Love
The shower rained down in a steady hiss, thick clouds of steam rolling across the bathroom tiles, yet through the mist, my eyes remained fixed entirely on Harin.
"Harin-ssi."
"Did you call for me?" she asked softly, looking up with a shy flutter in her gaze.
Whether from the sultry bathroom air or simple embarrassment, her cheeks were flushed a deep, radiant crimson.
"You really came in just to wash me?"
"Yes. After all, you're only taking a shower because I wasn't able to catch every drop of the essence you gave me, aren't you? It's only natural that I help you clean up."
Even as she spoke with such earnest devotion, a lingering trace of modesty kept her from looking at me straight on, her eyes darting away self-consciously as she exposed her bare, magnificent breasts.
"...Do you dislike it?"
"No way! I'm beyond grateful!"
How could I possibly dislike it? No man on earth would turn down being pampered in the bath by a woman this gorgeous, blessed with a chest that defied belief.
"What a relief. Shall we get started, then?"
Squirt!
Without hesitation, Harin pumped a generous dollop of body wash directly onto her bosom.
"Ah, goodness... it's so cold. Don't worry, I'll warm it up for you right away."
Rub, rub, lather, lather.
Rubbing her breasts together in brisk, rhythmic motions, she worked up a rich, pillowy cloud of white lather in seconds. Satisfied with the foam coating her cleavage, she stepped around behind me.
"...Is a tech-school fine?"
"Huh? A tech school?"
The question caught me completely off guard. A technical college? Out of nowhere?
I hesitated to answer carelessly. For all I knew, she might have quietly enrolled in some vocational institute in the mortal realm to earn a culinary certification.
"Of course it's fine. You really don't need to fret over that kind of thing with me."
"All right. ❤️"
Slither, rub!
The next moment, Harin began enthusiastically grinding her lavish breasts against my bare back.
"...Wait. Did you say 'tit-scrub,' not 'tech school'?"
"Pardon? Was there another meaning to it that I wasn't aware of?"
"Ah... no, never mind."
Slide, squeeze.
Using Harin's breasts as a living loofah felt unspeakably divine. Her supple, pillowy flesh molded effortlessly over the contours of my back muscles, and every time her engorged nipples brushed against my skin, I could feel a delicate shudder ripple straight through her frame.
"Haaahn... N-Now I'll lather up the front."
Squish!
I had no idea why she insisted on using her breasts instead of her hands, but when it felt this absurdly good, who was I to complain?
My cock, already throbbing at full mast, nestled snugly right between her thighs. She claimed she pressed herself this close solely to give her chest maximum contact, but even standing on her tiptoes, I had to angle my hips down slightly just for our heights to align.
"How does my chest feel?"
"It feels incredible! It's so soft, and it tastes amazing too..."
"My goodness, you're embarrassing me."
"Honestly, meeting you at Hyunmu Hall was the greatest stroke of luck in my life."
"Not at all. If anything, I was the lucky one."
When I thought about it, the whole situation was downright surreal. Through a wild twist of fate, I had ended up sleeping with the mistress of Hyunmu Hall, and when it came time to depart, she had gladly packed her bags to follow me into the mortal realm without a second thought.
She had even settled seamlessly into the role of a domestic maid. Back when we lived in the academy dormitory, Cheonghwa had handled all the cooking and laundry, but now Harin bustled about every single day in a maid uniform, seeing to every chore.
Given that the Fourth Mansion beasts were comparable to B-rank hunters, Harin's combat prowess was easily on par with an S-rank powerhouse. Yet here she was, treating herself as nothing more than a humble servant, working day in and day out without a whisper of complaint.
"Has living in the mortal realm been hard on you? Isn't doing maid work exhausting?"
"Everyone treats me so kindly that it's nothing but wonderful. Truth be told, I always held a quiet romantic dream of living like an ordinary housewife."
"You had a dream like that?"
"So you don't need to worry about me. I'm doing far better than you might think."
Harin offered a gentle, reassuring smile. She seemed to be grinning to put my mind at ease, but the faint tremor lingering in her gaze looked almost heartbreakingly fragile.
Glide, knead.
Her plush, bountiful breasts stroked sensually against my chest. Who was I to deserve such overwhelming luxury?
"Harin-ssi."
"Yes?"
"Why are you being so good to me?"
"..."
"I genuinely don't understand. You were living comfortably as a distinguished noble lady of a great clan. Why go out of your way to follow someone like me and suffer through this kind of hardship?"
"...I truly am fine. I'm completely satisfied with this life—"
"Satisfied acting like a maid? Living as my convenient fleshlight makes you that happy?"
With every word that left my mouth, her responses grew fainter. As if an unbearable wave of emotion was surging within her, the tip of her nose flushed a vivid red.
"..."
Harin's movements ground to a complete halt.
Before long, a glossy sheen welled in her eyes, and heavy tears began tracing slow, solitary paths down her cheeks.
Click.
I shut off the shower.
Even so,
Drip. Drop.
The quiet, echoing cadence of falling droplets filled the steamy silence of the bathroom.
"...I apologize. How unsightly of me."
Harin averted her gaze once more, unable to look me in the eye. The sight of her red-rimmed lashes pulled painfully at my chest.
"Do you want to return to Hyunmu Hall?"
The words slipped out before I could stop myself, despite knowing they were the last thing I truly wanted. But seeing her in such distress made me feel that sending her back might be the only decent choice.
"It isn't that. Did you really think I was simply homesick?"
"Were you not?"
"Haaah... You really are oblivious when it comes to matters of the heart, Lee Hyun-nim."
Harin gave a slow shake of her head. With each movement, her lush chest swayed heavily a beat behind.
"Would you listen to my story? It might take a little while."
"I'm listening."
Stepping forward, Harin wrapped her arms tightly around me, resting against my chest as she began to pour out her heart.
"As you may already know, whenever a new Hall Master arises in Hyunmu Hall, they possess the absolute authority to choose their spouse."
"For decades, I was the most outstanding prodigy of my generation. Had nothing unusual happened, I would have been the one to assume the mantle of Hall Master. There wasn't a single man who caught my interest anyway, so I likely would never have married at all."
"That is... if Jeong Woon, the current Hall Master, had never entered the picture."
"Was it on the day Jeong Woon had a private audience with the former Hall Master? That was the very first time I ever experienced sexual pleasure."
"I was reading a book in my quarters, and quite by accident... my clitoris brushed against the sharp corner of the desk."
"Because I had already cultivated Yin energy up to the Fifth Mansion, the sensation was so intoxicating that I couldn't stop. Proper sex education wasn't granted to me until after marriage, so for a very long time, that was the only way I knew how to touch myself."
"Within the sacred halls, the Hall Master's decree is absolute law. In the end, I had no choice but to marry Jeong Woon, and I did everything in my power to seek happiness within that bond."
"But... what was I supposed to do when the influence of Great Yin left him completely paralyzed in his manhood? The Yin energy festering inside me had no outlet whatsoever, yet I couldn't annul the marriage and seek out another man."
"Because I was the Vice Master."
"A prisoner doomed to spend her entire existence bound to that place."
"..."
Confronted with the raw anguish she had harbored for so many years, I couldn't find a single word to offer.
"Not long after Jinyul was born, word reached me that she was destined to serve the successor of the previous Grand Marshal. I found myself burning with so much envy toward that position."
"Can you believe how pathetic I was? Jealous of a child who had barely spent a few years in this world... Haha..."
"So I begged the Hall Master. I pleaded with him that whenever the master destined for Jinyul finally arrived, I wished to give my maidenhead to him."
So that was me.
"Do you remember the woman who guided your party through the main hall?"
"Huh? I do remember following a woman, but..."
Poof!
A thin veil of mist suddenly shrouded Harin's features, and when it parted, a completely unfamiliar face looked back at me.
"No way...?"
"Yes, that was actually me. Seolhwi would have recognized my true appearance, so I had to disguise myself just to watch you from the shadows."
Poof!
Dispelling the illusion and returning to her breathtaking self, Harin continued in a hushed tone.
"It was such a strange sensation. In all my life, I had never felt my heart race so violently before any man."
"Right up until the moment I served you at the banquet, I cried for hours."
"Because I knew I could never be with you."
"Because I was cursed to remain chained to that godforsaken Dimensional Rift until the day I died."
A fresh tear slipped free, rolling quietly down her soft cheek.
"...Because the place beside you, the man I had finally met after all those agonizing years, was never meant to be mine."
Drip.
"I resolved to leave it all behind as a single night's dream. Without once looking back, I charged straight toward that erupting Rift as if desperate to tear your memory from my mind."
"Who could have imagined? Right there, on that very battlefield... you wiped that nightmare of a Rift clean out of existence."
"...You give me too much credit. If anything, I put everyone in terrible danger."
It had all stemmed from my reckless insistence on conquering the Gate. We had barely made it out alive, and everyone had nearly perished simply indulging my stubborn pride.
"That isn't true at all. Thanks to you, the shackles that bound my entire life were shattered into dust. To me, Lee Hyun-nim, you are a savior beyond compare."
"..."
"The moment it was over, I confronted the Hall Master. When I demanded to know what reason I had left to remain there, he couldn't utter a single syllable."
"I went straight to Yeoryeong-nim as well. I begged her to take me along. I told her that in whatever capacity, under whatever title, I just wanted to be by your side."
In other words, the life she was living now was entirely of her own choosing.
This was the existence she had resolved upon, the destiny she had fought to claim with her own two hands.
"Then why were you crying like that a moment ago?"
It was a natural question. If she truly felt at peace, there had been no reason for those tears to fall so bitterly.
"...It's all because of you, Lee Hyun-nim."
"Excuse me?"
What did that even mean?
"I was content just being near you... Whether as a scullery maid, or even as your convenient flesh... light, none of that mattered to me."
"Come on, don't say—"
"But when you treat me so tenderly, when you keep caring for me with such warmth... how can I stop myself from becoming greedy?!"
"...?!"
Before my mind could process her words, Harin flung both arms around my neck, pulling me tight against her chest—
Mwahhh!
"—?!"
Her lips sealed over mine in a fierce, breathless collision.
"Mmph... Ha-Harin-ssi? What are you... Mmmph!"
Slurp, squelch!
As if commanding me to silence, her wet, velvet tongue tangled hungrily with mine, parting my lips and probing deep inside.
Lick, suck!
Harin-ssi... your eyelashes are so long.
How on earth had an incredible woman like this fallen for someone like me?
A hopeless, bottomless bundle of lust who thought with his dick.
"Phaaah!"
Whether she sensed the chaos in my thoughts or not, the second her lips parted from mine to gasp for air, she whispered the words straight from the depths of her soul.
"I love you."
It was, without a shadow of a doubt, the purest and most heartfelt confession of love I had ever received in my life.
"Ahhk, oh god, haaahk...!"
Meanwhile, outside the bathroom, an utterly bizarre spectacle was unfolding.
"I-I'm coming, I'm... finally...!"
Whirrrrr!
"...Why?! Why can't I, Wi Seoyeon, reach the cli-maaaax?!"
Right in the center of the room lay Wi Seoyeon, thrashing in frantic agony like a fish out of water.
"Whoa, this is fascinating. What did you call this again? HitoMi?"
"Hehe, I knew the Saintess had an exquisite eye for culture."
Leading the charge was Saintess Elena, rapidly being corrupted under Jinyul's tutelage, surrounded by a ring of women mercilessly tormenting every conceivable erogenous zone on the instructor's body.
"My word, so one can derive pleasure from this spot as well."
"Aeeeeeghk—!!!"