Final Exam Commemoration Party (11)
I stopped dead in my tracks at Scarlett's sudden words.
"…Huh? Um?"
When I turned around, she was staring right through me.
What the hell does that mean?
No matter how I thought about it, that had to be a come-on, right? Scarlett couldn't possibly be oblivious to it. She'd definitely mentioned before that she'd been trained to withstand sexual torture. So naturally, I figured she'd been put through the wringer by some senior under the guise of "training."… Honestly, what else could prep for sexual torture even be? Especially for an info guild like Iris— it'd be crucial.
Scarlett wasn't some original story character; she was a field agent spy. There was no guarantee she hadn't dated guys before me. Sure, it stung a bit that she might not be a virgin, but I'd been trying not to dwell on it. And now she pulls this?
Or was she just playing dumb?
"…Why are you looking at me like that?"
Maybe she caught the intent in my gaze, because Scarlett spoke up with a puzzled tone. Her face looked genuinely aggrieved, so I opened my mouth.
"No, I mean… you don't have any experience?"
"O-Of course not! You're so sweet to Da-eun, but why are you so rude to me?"
"S-Sorry."
Scarlett sputtered in flustered panic. Her slightly flushed cheeks and the way she bit her lip in embarrassment made it seem pretty sincere. Of course, if she really was a virgin, then yeah, I'd messed up… But then how the hell did she handle sexual torture training? It didn't make sense for someone on infiltration missions to skip out on that prep.
I was dying to know.
"How could you even ask a girl something like that? Pervert? Trash? Or worse?"
She seemed genuinely pissed, not faking it. Scarlett wasn't the type to lie anyway. Hell, her affection had even dropped from 58 to 57. Was she really that mad?
I gauged her mood, then bowed my head in apology.
"Sorry. I just assumed you'd done sexual torture training during your Iris Guild days… My bad."
Scarlett sighed at my apology and shook her head. Then she kindly explained.
"…Haa. Sexual torture doesn't mean actual sex. There are spells for simple pain induction or arousal magic. Lady Liliana's was just too strong to resist."
"Oh, that's what it was? Really sorry."
Surprisingly humane. But I still didn't quite get it. Even if you could control pain or lust, could a woman captured by the enemy really endure the humiliation on her own? She'd break in seconds.
Scarlett picked up on my skeptical look and continued.
"Of course, there are courses for that too. But I figured if it ever came to that, I'd just die. I always carry poison in my mouth."
"…Even now?"
"Yes. Want me to show you?"
"No. It's fine."
Scarlett, you're one scary girl.
"…Anyway. Answer the question."
"…."
Cleaning fellatio—did I like it? Truth be told, it was my first time getting such a blatant question from a woman, so I was a bit thrown. But screw it, I decided to go bold. Thinking about it, Scarlett and I had a superior-subordinate dynamic. A little forwardness couldn't hurt, right?
"I'd like it if you did. Anyone else, maybe not—but from you? Hell yeah."
"But it's dirty."
"Mine's different."
"…Trash talk."
"…."
True. Even if I claimed it was, she'd probably struggle if I actually asked. The other girls did it because they liked me, loved me.
Wait. Why am I the one getting chewed out?
I didn't do anything wrong. Lovers could request that stuff. Why was Scarlett calling me trash?
"Hey. If you're not gonna clean it, don't bitch."
It was just one of those loving acts between partners. A virgin like her wouldn't get that precious exchange.
"…Shall I?"
"Huh?"
Scarlett said it quietly, like it was no big deal.
"Why? Don't want it?"
"No, it's not that… Why so sudden?"
Of course I wanted it. I'd been putting off Scarlett's route till the absolute last possible moment. Honestly, I had no clue how to even start. Mess it up halfway, and we'd end up in this awkward limbo. But if she came at me like this? Made things way easier.
Still, I needed to know why the sudden move.
"…Does there have to be a reason? Curiosity."
"Then do it."
No hesitation. Whatever her angle, it wasn't malicious. Pure curiosity, then. And I wasn't the type of guy to turn down a blowjob offer.
"…."
Scarlett knelt before me, squinting at my swollen cock.
It hadn't been long since we'd met. Back then, during sex with Liliana, she'd licked my balls under the aphrodisiac spell. But sucking the shaft? First time. And sober now, not spellbound—that changed everything.
"…I'll try."
Relaxing her expression, Scarlett slowly licked along the shaft. Each flick of her tongue washed away the semen clinging to it, sending shivers up my spine.
Once it was mostly clean, she pulled back and looked up at me.
"So this is how you seduce women. Definitely tasty."
"…Shut up."
She smirked playfully at my embarrassed reaction, then took me back in her mouth.
*Slurp—suck—*
The cleaning was done, but neither of us stopped. Watching her bob her head diligently from below, her usual image overlapped in my mind. Pretty, meticulous worker, thorough planner. The epitome of a career woman. And here she was, buried in my crotch, sucking me off.
Like a competent secretary handling night duties too. Every guy fantasizes about a secretary who slips under the desk mid-work to drain you. Was this that vibe?
Scarlett teased the sensitive spot under the glans with her tongue while wrapping her lips around the head, bobbing fast. Technique no virgin should have.
"How are you so good…."
*Slurp.* "…How many times do you think I've watched?"
Her pace quickened. A real pro makes you forget about thrusting yourself—and she nailed it. A slight graze of teeth even added to it, feeling authentically virgin-like and hot.
I'd just fucked Nam Da-eun, but the urge to cum in Scarlett's mouth surged anyway. I wanted to fill her throat, watch her swallow it all despite complaints.
"…Gonna cum. Swallow it all, Scarlett."
*Churp… slurp. Kiss.*
She sped up silently, and I grabbed her head, unleashing.
"Ngh… haa."
*Spurt—spuuurt—*
She tried pulling back at first, but gave up when I held firm, gulping it down.
Only after squeezing every drop from deep in my balls did I pull out.
Scarlett kept swallowing, then opened her mouth with a dissatisfied frown.
*Gulp… haa. "At least let me go at my own pace next time. Gulp."
Stray semen lingered in her mouth—she smacked her lips mid-sentence, swallowing the rest. Watching made my cock harden again despite just cumming.
Her eyes flicked down, and she gave an exasperated chuckle before gripping it tight. Standing, she leaned in close, flashing a smile like she was scolding a naughty kid, and whispered:
"…The rest later."
With that, she sauntered into the room like nothing happened.
"…What the hell."
My heart skipped a beat. She'd shown a big-sis allure so unlike her usual self.
The dreamlike moment over in a flash, I stood blankly in the living room.
*
"…."
In a residential area near the shops around Victoria Academy, in the tallest, priciest mansion lived Ellis, pondering tomorrow's commemoration party.
It said mandatory for cadets, but that didn't apply to her. No one would stop her if she skipped.
The issue? Her mind wouldn't settle.
"Maybe I should go. It's mandatory, after all."
But she couldn't figure out why she felt this way. No rational reason to waste time on a party. Sure, a certain guy kept popping into her head—but she'd never admit that.
She wasn't so idle that some playboy could drag her to a festival.
*Knock knock.*
A knock from outside.
"Come in."
Lost in thought, it was already time for Sebas Chan's report.
He entered, bowed slightly, and handed over a paper.
"Miss. Detailed outline of the final exam commemoration party."
"Yeah. Thanks."
It was the internal summary Ellis had requested—not public for cadets.
"…Hm."
Unfortunately, nothing in it compelled her attendance. It was just a fun space for cadets—no grand events as she'd hoped.
Disappointed, Ellis spoke slowly.
"…Sebas Chan."
"Yes, miss."
"Since it's mandatory, better to go, right?"
"…Yes. I think so. Showing up once might save their face."
"Mm. Yeah. Let's invest a day."
Only then did something click loose in her chest. Not every action needed a reason. A day off for fun couldn't hurt.
And Sebas Chan bowed slightly, watching.
It's good for the young miss to enjoy while she can.
Skipping wouldn't bruise any pride. Knowing her strong ego, he'd just given her an excuse.
Lee Ho-yeon, huh.
Ellis hated these events usually—one reason only. Sebas didn't love playboys either… but the guild master liked them, and so did that cadet. Must be something to it with all the girls around.
His job? Just help the miss be happy.
Ellis smiled contentedly, then turned at a noise outside.
A big truck was loading stuff from the house next to hers.
"Moving, I guess."
She muttered absently.
"Yes. Heard a new family’s coming. Shall I look into it?"
"Mm, sure."
She nodded faintly, then erased it from her mind. None of her business.