Baek A-young

They said this place had a Michelin star or something of the sort, and I had to admit it was true. Every bite melted on my tongue and vanished.

"It's good, right?"

"Yes. If this isn't happiness, I don't know what is."

Just walking into Pungmidang was enough to make me happy. If this wasn't happiness, what was? Second only to sex, honestly.

"You really do find happiness in the smallest things."

"H-here, eat this too! It's delicious!"

Baek A-young stuffed a piece of tteokgalbi, the grilled short-rib patty, into my mouth while I was in the middle of a perfectly pleasant conversation with Lim Sol.

"Hey— mmph. It's good, but I was talking."

"Ah, sorry..."

"A-young, what's with you today? It's like your head is somewhere else entirely."

"Ahaha... Let's just eat. Eat."

Baek A-young laughed awkwardly and went back to her food. Why was she suddenly trying to play these clumsy little games of jealousy?

"What have you been up to this past week, A-young?"

"Me? Just the usual... medical checks for the students who failed the exam, treating the second- and third-years who got hurt during their tests."

"You're surprisingly dedicated to the nurse's job."

Keeping up an illicit relationship with a cadet behind closed doors, then turning around and being an ace at work. In a way, it was genuinely impressive.

"I've always worked hard, you know? Sol's the one who never does anything!"

"I'm a visiting professor. Doing nothing is literally in the job description."

Lim Sol said it around a mouthful of meat.

"How is that even an argument... People treat me like a saint out there, you know."

"Then who told you to come to the Academy?"

"This is all because of darl— nngh..."

Trying to pin this on me? She had walked through those gates of her own free will.

We finished our meal and ordered drinks for dessert. I got sikhye, the sweet rice punch. Lim Sol got coffee. Baek A-young followed my lead and ordered sikhye as well.

"This coffee is way too bitter. Doesn't suit my taste at all."

"Professor, you only ever drink instant mix coffee."

"Because that's the best kind. What am I supposed to do about it?"

Lim Sol shoved the coffee cup into the corner of the table and stretched with a long, satisfied groan.

"Well, we're done eating. Shall we get going?"

"Yes, that sounds good."

"Where to next? Want to go check out the festival?"

Baek A-young was clearly itching to go out and have fun. She wanted to wander the festival stalls.

"Sorry. I've got research to wrap up."

"How do you spend the entire day just researching?"

"That's the kind of work it takes to become a visiting professor."

Lim Sol really did seem to have other research waiting. She was something else. How did anyone live like that, researching from dawn to dusk?

Baek A-young looked at me next, but I shook my head too.

"I'm tired as well, A-young."

"Uuuugh..."

She looked genuinely crushed. I was being considerate, in my own way — carving out time for just the two of us.

"Let's head out, then."

Lim Sol stood first. I downed the rest of my sikhye in one go and followed her lead.

We went downstairs and asked the staff for the check. Lim Sol held out her smartwatch, so I immediately bowed my head.

"Thank you for the meal."

I wouldn't normally ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠do that behind the person paying, but she had offered to treat us from the start, so it was probably fine.

"I'll send you half."

Baek A-young glanced at Lim Sol's smartwatch and transferred half the bill.

"Huh? I thought Professor Lim Sol was treating us?"

"No. We always go Dutch."

Professor Lim Sol looked at me as if to say, why on earth would I be paying for you? Wait. If they were going Dutch, I couldn't just sit this out. I had assumed Lim Sol was covering the whole thing.

"Then I'll pay my share too."

"Don't bother. You don't even earn anything."

"She's right. We'll cover it — we're the ones with jobs."

I actually had plenty of money... I just didn't earn it myself. If they were going that far out of their way to say it, they genuinely wanted to treat me. I decided to just accept the free meal.

We left the restaurant and walked along the festival street.

"Hoyeon, are you heading back to the dorm?"

"I should, yes."

"Mm. Be careful on the way. Get back safe."

"You too, Professor."

"Must be nice. Being so busy."

Baek A-young trailed after us, grumbling under her breath. She seemed a little sulky that we had turned down her invitation to hang out.

"She's not a kid. What's with her today? Must be the festival. I'm heading off."

"I'll go this way too. See you next time."

Lim Sol and I split off toward our respective lodgings. The cadet dorms and the faculty residences sat in completely opposite directions.

"...I'll wander around a bit on my own before I head in."

The moment Lim Sol wasn't looking, Baek A-young shot me a look of pure resentment.

She was sulking.

I had been planning to send Lim Sol off first and then spend time with her. She just didn't have any patience.

I gave her a small smile and slipped away. To make sure Lim Sol wouldn't get the wrong idea, I found a park bench in the direction of the dorms and sat down. I killed about thirty minutes, then called Baek A-young around the time Lim Sol would have reached her quarters.

"A-young, where are you?"

I had figured she would already be there. So she really had been wandering around on her own.

"Which quarters?"

"You said there's a room at the infirmary. You're not using that?"

"Never mind that. Come there. Understood?"

The line went dead.

That last trembling little voice. It was thick with anticipation. The thought of holding Baek A-young again after so long put me in an excellent mood.

I made my way to the infirmary, sticking to the routes with the fewest eyes. The truth was, far too many people ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠had been staring at us earlier — enough to make hanging out in public a genuine burden. Baek A-young didn't seem to care about that sort of thing, but I did.

Once I arrived, I sent her another message.

Oh. There was a back door.

I circled around to the rear of the infirmary, and sure enough, a single door was waiting. I turned the handle, slipped inside, and shut it quickly behind me.

"Wow. You came."

The moment I stepped into the building, Baek A-young was already standing there, waiting for me right at the door. Her blue eyes shimmered with anticipation as they traveled over my body.

I closed the distance and pulled her into my arms.

"Nnh..."

"A-young. Do you remember what I said last time?"

"Remember what?"

Her hands settled naturally against my back.

"I said next time, we'd take it slow."

"Ah... that's right. You did."

"Good memory. That's my ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠A-young. Come on — let's get up to the third floor."

The third-floor quarters didn't smell like anyone actually lived there. A refrigerator, a wardrobe, and a bed — that was the entire room. I finally understood what she had meant about only sleeping here when she was swamped.

But a bed was all we needed.

I lay down first and started taking off my clothes. Baek A-young watched me undress, then followed suit and stretched out beside me.

"A-young. I like that I don't even have to tell you anymore."

"Th-that's not it. We're going to do it anyway, so I might as well get undressed fast."

"Sure, sure."

I gave her a perfunctory answer and settled my hand over one full, generous breast.

"Nnh—..."

"Let's take our time tonight."

I ran my hands over Baek A-young's naked body without restraint. Soft, yielding flesh — it felt just as good no matter how many times I touched her.

"Kyah—! W-why are you... Hoyeon."

"It's not 'Hoyeon,' remember?"

I climbed over her in reverse, settling my body the opposite way across hers. An obscene position — each of our faces at the other's groin. Honestly, it was my personal favorite. You could pleasure someone and be pleasured at the same time. Whoever invented it deserved a Nobel Prize.

I pushed my cock roughly toward Baek A-young's face. It was already hard, rubbing back and forth against the soft skin of her cheek.

"Nnhhh... darling... slurp."

A warm, wet sensation enveloped me a moment later, and I repaid her by dragging a finger lightly along her pussy. It had been nearly a week. She had to be pent ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠up.

"Hhhmmph... slurp, slurp. Hhk...!"

I stroked her folds, then tapped lightly at her clit. It was already standing out, easy to find, and every time I touched it a little tremor ran through the cock in her mouth. Entertaining.

I opened my mouth and drew her clitoris in, wrapping the small bud with my lips and tongue, teasing it from every angle.

"Hng...! Nngh! Khk... slurp..."

Every time a moan slipped from Baek A-young's mouth, I pushed my cock into her throat. A reminder not to get sloppy with the blowjob. Those sounds meant she was feeling good — and every time she made one, I drove myself in to the hilt.

"Nnghh... slurp. Khk. Slurp."

A two-for-one. We were both getting exactly what we wanted.

I slid a finger into her. Licking her clit while I worked her open, I watched her grow wetter and wetter until her slick began to soak the sheets. Lick. Lick. Every stroke of my tongue wrung another gush from her, and I drew up my mana.

The caressing technique I had honed while giving Elise her mana massages. I had decided to call it the Mana Caress — and I intended to put it to use. This was the first time I had tried it since awakening, so I moved the mana with even more precision than usual.

This time, I was going for a surprise attack. Simultaneous stimulation of her womb, her clitoris, her G-spot, and that sensitive patch along the underside of her entrance — Baek A-young's weakest point.

"Nnh... kiss. Slurp, slurp."

She had no idea. She just kept sucking me with earnest, devoted focus as I let the mana flow into her body. My control had grown so refined that I could pour it into her this openly and she still wouldn't notice. Of course, that was only possible because Baek A-young had zero combat ability.

"A-young. This feels good."

"Nngh... haah. Darling... me too. Hnnh... good. So good..."

"I'll make it even better."

"Okay. Darling. I'll work hard too... slurp, slurp."

Still completely unaware, Baek A-young wrapped her arms around my hips and sucked me down. I smiled faintly and set every thread of mana vibrating at once.

"Slurp... kiss. Huh? Nnh! Nnggghk? Mmph!"

Baek A-young's body, still lying beneath me, began to shudder violently. Her hips lifted off the bed, trembling in midair as she sprayed slick across the sheets.

"A-young. Are you all right?"

The effect was almost too good. I eased my cock from her mouth. A thin thread of saliva stretched between us, and in the same instant a raw, unrestrained moan flooded the room.

"A-aah! Aaah! Nnh, nnghk! Oh. Oohh... hah, hnnh! Hnnnnnh! Hah! Haaaaaah!"

Strange, broken sounds poured out of her as her whole body convulsed. She couldn't control the pleasure crashing through her at all. When I finally stopped the stimulation, Baek A-young lay there gasping, her eyes squeezed shut.

"Hah... what... how did you even..."

"As long as it felt good."

"B-but, darling... hnnnh. Kiss."

She looked up at me with a faintly wounded expression — resentful that I would offer my cock again to someone who had just been writhing and struggling through that much pleasure. Then she took it into her mouth anyway.

You're going to suck it either way.

I stroked her cheek as she worked, and the warm press of her tongue and the soft hollow of her cheek teased gently at the head.

"Darling. Let me finish in your mouth once, then I'll put it in right away."

"...Slurp, slurp, slurp. Kiss, kiss."

Whatever disappointment she had felt vanished at those words. Baek A-young bobbed her head back and forth, sucking my cock with wet, eager devotion.