One-Shot Instructor Liliana! (3)
"Lucy. You okay?"
"...Yeah."
Lumi finished visiting Lee Ho-yeon and headed straight to Lucy's dorm. Lucy's dorm was closer, so she could have stopped there first, but she had to go out anyway to buy porridge and medicine, so she'd visited Ho-yeon on the way. Lumi pulled the porridge out of the plastic bag and set it on the desk.
"I got porridge and medicine, so make sure you eat it... I froze some ice packs in the freezer too. I'll change them for you later."
"Thanks, Lumi..."
When your heart breaks, your body follows. Lucy felt that truth today. She'd been perfectly healthy, but overnight she'd come down with a cold. Her headache had persisted from last night until now, and thinking of Ho-yeon and Lumi made her chest tighten. That's why she'd ignored Lumi's calls as much as possible and hadn't replied to Ho-yeon... But seeing Lumi skip academy to come nurse her brought tears to her eyes.
"Lumi, what about academy...?"
"It's fine. It doesn't affect your grades. I'll stay with you the whole time."
Lumi gripped Lucy's hand tightly. She wanted to talk about Ho-yeon today no matter what, but seeing Lucy's condition, she decided serious discussions could wait. You couldn't burden someone who's unwell with heavy worries. Lucy's health came first.
But that consideration was poison to Lucy. If only she'd brought it up, things might have been okay. Instead, seeing Lumi prioritize her like this only made Lucy's headache worse. Lumi always thought of her first, yet here she was, jealous and heartbroken that her little sister had connected with the man she liked. She felt pathetic by comparison.
"Lucy..."
Lumi squeezed Lucy's furrowed brow and pulled her hand to her chest.
"Don't... you'll catch it too."
"What if I take it from you? Then you'll get better, right? Hehe."
Lumi smiled to cheer up her listless sister, tending to her with care, but that only tormented Lucy more. The twins shared one man but harbored different thoughts, each holding back out of consideration for the other, never voicing them aloud.
Friday afternoon. To burn off the last weekday—TGIF—I got a pass to go out. No plans, though, so I headed to the dorms. They were important, housing two heroines after all.
Passing the male dorms without much thought, my one guy friend popped into my head.
'Wonder what Kim Young-han's up to.'
I wasn't expecting a sick visit from a bro. Just bumping into him on the way would be nice. No luck by the time I reached my door, so guess it wasn't fate.
Ding—
The familiar unlocking sound rang out, the door opened, and I faced an empty dorm.
"Hello?"
Why's it so quiet? The question formed just as black mana enveloped my entire body. It approached so stealthily.
"Wh-what the hell is this?!"
No time to speak—I was wrapped up like a silkworm cocoon. Mana ropes bound me tight.
'I let my guard down...! Why didn't my combat sense kick in?'
Tension surged. I'd trusted my instincts in the safety of my dorm and got ambushed. But a familiar voice followed, and my vision cleared, easing my anxiety. The mana binding my limbs except arms and legs faded slowly, revealing Liliana's face first in my brightening view.
"Ta-da! Long time no see~!"
"Liliana, you just now... Scarlett, and... Nam Da-eun?"
Unexpected faces stood in the inner room of the dorm. Liliana was one thing, but Scarlett and Da-eun staring at me? Awkward.
"Hey, what the... sigh. Let me go already. Where's Da-hee?"
"I put her to sleep. Not a sight for a kid's eyes..."
"No, what are you even planning?"
The mana chains on my limbs felt familiar. This uneasy vibe—it reminded me of Liliana's rampage before. Right after the survival exam, she'd pounced. But we'd been apart a week then; why now? She looked perfectly normal.
"You're going to be the teaching material for sex ed."
I stared at her in confusion, and Liliana nodded with a grin.
"...?"
"Come here, Da-eun."
At Liliana's words, Nam Da-eun peeked out from behind and shuffled forward hesitantly. Sex ed. Now I got it.
"Hey, hey. Don't. I said don't."
My mana circuits were still recovering, so I couldn't resist Liliana's binding mana. Last time, she'd grown too strong for the contract; now I was weak, but her power hadn't diminished. That hell contract. These bitches are insane.
"Why? You like it too."
Her eyes told the tale. No hope there. Once she hit that state, nothing stopped her.
"No, hey. Scarlett! Scarlett! Stop her! You can't join in!"
I yelled at Scarlett watching from behind—my last hope. She had to listen; the contract demanded it.
"...I'm sorry."
"No, you have to obey my orders!"
"Don't you remember? From that bet—my orders take priority for scouting."
"Fuck..."
Right. That dumb bet where I handed her over as Liliana's plaything. So Liliana held Scarlett's first command priority, not me.
"Okay, take off his pants."
"Yes."
"Not 'yes'! Hey. Nam Da-eun—no, Da-eun. Snap out of it."
This wasn't right. My plan for Da-eun—involving revenge and bonding with her sister—didn't include sudden sex.
But her next words forced me to reconsider.
"...Do you hate this? I practiced because you said you liked it..."
"...."
Speechless. Her stoic face cracked slightly. Just those words carried irresistible magic from her—the tragic heroine who'd massacred a guild and attempted suicide to protect her sister's purity.
'Status window.'
Current Status: He said he liked this... Why does he look so against it? Is it because it's me...?
'This won't do.'
Status confirmed, judgment made. Too late to back out now. My plan had derailed 180 degrees, and refusing wouldn't fix it. The moment I was bound, refusal was off the table. Playing hardball now would tank affection with Liliana and Da-eun—I'd lose out. Protagonist always takes the L in this shitty world.
Liliana and Scarlett irked me a bit... but what was done was done. Might as well roll with it. When had things ever gone to plan? Always a mess.
I met Da-eun's eyes—fearful of rejection. If the old Da-eun hadn't recovered her emotions, this one felt like a real woman. A stoic girl who'd practiced sex for me? Hard to turn down. Excitement in this setup was pure male instinct.
"No... I like it."
"Good..."
Da-eun sighed in relief at my permission, and Liliana egged her on from behind.
"See? No worries. Just pull his pants down yourself."
"...We'll settle up later, Liliana."
"Huh? Master, what do you mean?"
She blinked innocently, but no mercy.
"Too late for that now."
That crazy succubus would get hers later. For now, Da-eun. She hesitated, then tugged my pants down. Total newbie—clear as day. Perverted succubus probably coached her on my likes.
Da-eun eyed my underwear and swallowed hard. Not fully hard yet, but her near face swelled it bit by bit. Virgin reaction to her first dick. How not to get excited?
"Pull it down and it'll pop out. Just like I told you."
"...."
I ignored chattering Liliana. No need to spook Da-eun. Trembling hands pulled my underwear down. Pop—it sprang before her face. Her eyes widened.
"Th-this, this is..."
"Yeah. Like I taught you. Got it?"
Liliana stroked stammering Da-eun's back like an Olympic coach.
"...Yes."
Boosted by Liliana, Da-eun gripped my cock. Cool hand made it harden more. Face closer, she kissed the tip.
Mwah.
"...Thanks for the meal. Slurp."
"Ngh..."
Her small mouth engulfed it. Squeeze—familiar lips and tongue. Just like Liliana's blowjob. Bound body twitched as realization hit: Im Sol too, Da-eun too. Geniuses excel at lewd stuff.
Thud—thud—thud—
In a dark building's grand altar, a man stood amid devotees in drab robes, heads bowed. Pandemic's boss, Maestro.
"Ahh... Soon, our apostle descends. To be our beacon, the flame of hope..."
Step step—
Finishing prayer, Maestro exited the magic circle—a red array encircling 100 devotees.
"Your noble sacrifice will make Pandemic shine brighter."
Lifeless-eyed devotees bowed silently.
"Begin."
At his command, they unleashed mana, pooling every drop to activate the circle.
Gurgle gurgle—
It reacted, glowing red. Devotees collapsed one by one atop it.
Thump—thump—
All 100 down, black flames erupted, incinerating corpses.
- Grk grk splrt—
A hellish cacophony echoed—souls eternally trapped, screaming. Ashes coalesced without bones left, forming a grotesque entity: vaguely human-horse hybrid.
"The apostle appears. Show respect."
Outside executives surged mana—hell apostle might turn on Pandemic anytime.
Clop clop. Trot trot.
Beast steps approached through smoke. Upper human, lower horse: centaur from myth.
"...Who are you?"
The centaur eyed the sudden humans warily.
"Apostle. To spread hell's flames across the human world... we summoned you."
Maestro waved; executives powered down mana, bowing—non-hostile sign.
Success: communication-possible apostle. Hell beings crave humans; control was easy with talk.
Maestro approached smiling. But the centaur scowled annoyed.
"Sigh..."
An F-rank mercenary tag hung on the centaur's clothes.