Chapter 295. Taking Over the Infirmary
Morning classes ended, and lunchtime arrived. I had a packed schedule today. Just the people I needed to meet numbered five: Sulin noona, Lucy, and Lumi; Baek Ayoung and Professor Im Sol. Lucy and Lumi were a pass since we'd agreed to meet after they stopped by the infirmary. Baek Ayoung was someone I visited every lunch hour like clockwork, so no need to check in. Our relationship wasn't the type to sweat the small stuff anyway.
The ones left were Sulin noona and Professor Im Sol. A quick message to each would do it.
"Wonder if everyone's busy."
Sulin noona was usually swamped around this time. Professor Im Sol had a more flexible schedule, but her message earlier made it seem like she might be tied up too.
Ding-
"Ah…."
Yeah, figures. The student council was probably even busier. I'd catch Sulin noona later.
I sent the reply and stared holes through my smartwatch, but no response from the professor.
"Guess I'll just head over."
Honestly, I was a bit worried. It wasn't like her to ghost like this. I turned my steps from the infirmary toward the Magic Tower to see Baek Ayoung.
Just a quick face-check. Dropping by unannounced might be rude, but whatever. Between us?
"…Pardon? Closed-door training?"
The words I heard in the Magic Tower lobby hit like a shock.
"Professor Im Sol sometimes gets like that when she's deep in magic research. She said absolutely no interruptions, no matter who it is."
"Even for me?"
"Uh… yeah. I even asked about you, Cadet Lee Ho-yeon, and she said if you messaged, it'd be fine…."
Come on, give the full story. She's too much sometimes. I could've helped with the research.
"Tch. Got it. Too bad."
"Please understand. She said she needs her alone time."
My disappointment must've been obvious because even the lobby attendant took her side. Hearing that softened my hurt feelings a bit. Yeah, solo practice time was crucial. That's how you gained insights. A genius like Professor Im Sol probably thrived on it even more—more used to figuring things out alone than accepting help.
I got it, but it still sucked.
'Later, I'll sulk hard and make her grope my chest to make up for it.'
Imagining the professor—who loved bragging about her magic—flustered and cute? Adorable.
Leaving the Magic Tower, I headed back to the infirmary. Baek Ayoung it was. My darling wouldn't ditch me for being busy.
'Maybe ask her about the professor too, just in case.'
The infirmary was a quick walk. Still wildly popular as ever. Even at lunch, people lined up. Sorry, but I was renting the place out from now.
As I'd said a million times, anyone truly hurt would've gone to the emergency room next door. I breezed past the cadets in line and entered the infirmary building.
"Hey."
"Cadet Lee Ho-yeon. The saintess—no, Nurse Baek is in the back."
"Thanks. Hang in there."
I exchanged familiar greetings with security and slipped into the lunch-break infirmary.
'Saintess or nurse—who cares? Just call her saintess.'
They tripped over it themselves but nitpicked anyway. Exhausting. I felt the stares of those baking in line burning into my back—like I was the only one cruising the bus lane on Chuseok traffic hell.
'Feels like forever since I last saw her.'
Actually, we'd seen each other plenty. I'd hit the infirmary last week, and over the weekend at the hospital too.
Knock knock knock-
"It's me."
"Yeah. Come in."
Creeeak-
I opened the door and stepped inside. Baek Ayoung sat at her desk, setting down her papers with a smile as she saw me. Click. I locked the door, and she was out of her seat, hugging me tight.
"Darling…. Hnng."
"Yeah. I'm here."
Pat pat.
I guided her to the chair and sat. The hospitalization, plus a week apart—it had her worried sick.
"Sit first."
"Okay okay."
She plopped right next to me, hand on my thigh, and started chatting.
"Got time today? It's your last day… darling. Eung."
"Last day? We'll see each other again in a week."
"Still…."
"I'll make the max effort."
Baek Ayoung pouted, stroking my thigh sadly. Seeing that, I couldn't bring myself to mention my packed schedule. Busy or not, what could I do?
As we chatted and laughed, I glanced at her hand.
"…Darling. Hold on."
"Yes, darling?"
She tilted her head innocently.
"Your hand's creeping inward."
"You looked uncomfortable…."
"Stroking my thigh like that is bound to cause a physiological reaction."
Her hand, meant for my thigh, had slipped between my legs. Feeling my hardening cock through my pants, she unzipped and pulled it out.
"I'll get it out so it's not uncomfortable."
Stroke. Stroke.
Baek Ayoung slowly ran her hand along my shaft, eyes locked on mine.
"Right. You see Sol's message?"
"She messaged you too?"
I pulled her head to my chest. Fresh shampoo scent mixed with her natural aroma—her body always smelled amazing.
She mixed casual and formal speech, but we were used to either.
"Yeah. But just a short 'Don't contact me,' so… I'm worried. Calls go unanswered."
"…She's something else. I checked—closed-door training."
She'd put real effort into dodging me, huh.
"So you went to Sol before me…."
"No, I was worried. Obviously you first, darling…."
We kept up the casual talk. Random stuff, her jealous jabs at the other girls. Her hand never stopped stroking my cock, and chatting daily life while getting jerked off felt oddly thrilling. Felt good, but not enough focus to cum—just endless pleasure waves.
Eventually, I wrapped an arm around her shoulders and groped her breasts.
"D-Darling…."
"Yeah. C'mere."
Smooch- Slurp-
She couldn't resist my touch and kissed me. Familiar lips and tongues intertwined as I groped her body.
"Mm. Mmm… Darling…."
After short kisses, she pecked my cheek with a smack, then smiled and lowered her head to take my cock in her mouth.
"Hoo…."
A sigh escaped as her handjob-heated cock entered her warm mouth. I leaned back on the sofa, stroking her hair.
Her tongue clung stickily, teasing the glans. Pleasure doubled as she took me deeper. Slurp- Sluuurp- Lewd sounds. She knew my spots, bobbing fast—pure bliss.
I savored it eyes closed but didn't want to finish like this.
"Darling. That's enough."
After plenty of fellatio, I slipped a hand under her miniskirt. Planned to tease her clit over her soaked panties… but no, sticky juices and pussy flesh met my fingers directly.
"N-Nng. Ah. Smack."
Caught off-guard, she moaned, pulling off my cock to look up.
Didn't expect the direct dive, huh.
"…No panties?"
"F-Forgot…."
Ha. Some excuse. She bowed her head shyly. Obvious. She knew I'd come before France tomorrow—prepped from the start. Such a slutty saintess.
I lifted her body.
"Wh-Why, darling…."
"You don't know?"
I tossed her onto the patient bed.
"Kyaa! Eek…."
Couldn't hold back anymore. Straddling her naked form, I looked down. She gazed up slightly startled—that was hot too.
I continued with devouring intensity.
"Darling. Won't see you awhile, so how about we do it like old times today?"
"Uh, uhn?"
"Like old times… intensely?"
She got it, averting her eyes bashfully.
"N-No. We're… married…."
Stammering and turning away, I checked her status.
Of course, the status told the truth.
"M-Mmph…."
I pressed her cheeks, forcing her gaze back. Her trembling eyes weren't fear. Anticipation. Like the first time in the dungeon when I pinned her.
Her eyes quivered with excitement she couldn't hide, while her mouth and nose faked sternness. Adorable then, still now.
Her unchanging heart after all this time gave me peace.
"D-Darling… Th-This is…."
Still protesting. Cheeks still squeezed, I started talking. No idea how this play tied to the baby, but words were a waste. She'd come around once I showed her with my body.
I pulled out my prep from my pocket. The hypnosis coin Liliana bought for 50 bucks. The tool to draw out her true feelings.
"Darling, wanna see this?"