The Request (2)

"Slurp... mmph."

After we'd finished, Baek A-young still had my cock in her mouth.

"Does it taste good?"

"Yeah... Darling's cock tastes so good. Kiss."

I was lying back at ease while Baek A-young curled herself up like a cat, stretched out on her stomach and nestled between my legs. Even though I'd just come, I was still hard. I stroked her cheek as she diligently worked her mouth over me, and I wondered if she had any idea that the cock she found so delicious had been in Lim Sol's mouth only a few hours ago.

"A-young. That's enough now."

"Pwah... haah, haah..."

I ran my fingers through her hair while she caught her breath, then started getting dressed.

"I'll see you at the party."

"...Okay. Got it."

I gave her head one more stroke. She looked so dejected. Still, I'd gone as far as I could to meet her halfway today. I'd done things the way she wanted and been as attentive as I could manage through the entire act. That should have reeled her back in quite a bit. I'd been pushing her away too much lately, and I felt guilty about it.

I straightened my clothes, said goodbye, and left the infirmary.

Afternoon classes should be over by now.

Even if they weren't, I had no intention of walking in midway. I headed straight for the dormitory.

Class A lecture hall.

Professor Noh looked over the empty seats and let out a long sigh.

"Haa... Watching cadets skip class the instant exams are over just makes me want to sigh. The ones who aren't here today will be back next exam shedding tears of blood."

The professor looked thoroughly disappointed in the absentees. But the academy had been set up so that once a cadet met the minimum attendance requirement, their score could no longer be docked for absences. All he could do was sigh. The pettiest revenge available to him was to write the next exam just slightly easier for the students who had actually sat through every lecture.

"The guy who ranks first in written work bolting the second the exam ended is actually legendary. Pfft."

"That's how boring it was."

Of course, the cadets who already knew Professor Noh's lectures were a slog were thinking about only one thing: next class, they were running too.

Lucy sat in the very front row with her chin propped on her hand.

"Guess he's busy again today."

Lee Ho-yeon had vanished from lunch onward, same as yesterday. She'd really wanted to go to the cafe today. Lucy swallowed the disappointment and glanced over at Rumi beside her.

Normally, Rumi got all gloomy whenever Ho-yeon wasn't around. Today, for some reason, she looked like she was in a great mood.

"Rumi."

Rumi didn't answer. She just kept smiling to herself, eyes on her smartwatch.

"Rumiii?"

Poke. Poke.

"H-huh? ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠What is it, Lucy?"

Only when her cheek got prodded did Rumi finally turn her head.

"What are you thinking about that's got you grinning all by yourself?"

"It's nothing. I was just zoning out. Hehe."

"...Right."

Another lie. Rumi was a terrible liar — it was written all over her face. Lucy clicked her tongue. What could she do about it? Probably just some embarrassing thought. She had those herself sometimes. She had to be understanding.

Lucy nodded, still a little disappointed, and pressed on.

"Let's go to the cafe together after class tomorrow. Ho-yeon seems too busy to come, so it can just be the two of us."

"Huh? Oh... I have something tomorrow."

"Something like what?"

"I'm not feeling well, so..."

"You already know how you'll feel tomorrow?"

Rumi looked away from her sister's eyes.

"Sorry, Lucy. The day after tomorrow is fine. Let's definitely go then."

"...Yeah. Okay."

The isolation Lucy had been feeling lately sat heavy in her chest. This was the little sister who had never hidden a single thing from her. The sister who had always been on her side. And now, even if only a little, it felt like they were drifting apart.

A tedious Wednesday afternoon lecture.

I'd skipped two days in a row, so I figured I ought to show my face for at least one. Of course, showing my face was all I did. I wasn't actually listening. I had too many fires to put out already, and I didn't feel like using my brain.

After class I had secret-friend business with Rumi, and after that I needed to get home and take Scarlet's report.

"That will be all for today."

The theory professor left the lecture hall. With every practical instructor pulled away to clean up after the terrorist attack, theory classes had been moved up to this week.

"Ho-yeon. Are you seriously busy today?"

"Sorry. You know I haven't even been making it to class lately."

The moment the lecture ended, Lucy came over and asked me to the cafe. I already had somewhere to be. I had to go meet Rumi.

Lucy chewed on her lip, glared at me, then grabbed my arm without any strength in her fingers.

"...You are still hung up on it, aren't you! I'm sorry. I'm sorry I apologized so late, too..."

"No... I'm not hung up on it. I mean it."

"I'm sorry... I'm just so stupid. You know that about me... I'm an idiot, and I've got too much pride..."

"..."

What's with her ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠now...

Ugh. If that crazy bitch just hadn't confessed, none of this would be happening. I'd gone and poked Lucy's trauma for no good reason, and now she was acting all wrong.

"Lucy. That's not it. I am genuinely, completely fine, okay? I'm just really busy."

"Then what's making you so busy? Can't you at least tell me why?"

I'd been trying to calm her down, and she'd hit me with a question I absolutely could not answer. I couldn't exactly tell her I'd been running around all day trying to seduce Nam Da-eun. I'd even been skipping class to do it, so if I was going to lie, it had to be a good one — and I didn't have a decent excuse ready. Even if I tried to throw Professor Lim Sol under the bus, that wouldn't explain ditching lectures.

"Sorry..."

A clumsy lie that got found out would only make this messier. At times like this, a clean apology was the better play.

"...Fine. I'm going."

Lucy narrowed her eyes like she'd expected exactly that, and walked out of the lecture hall.

"..."

I needed to take care of her. This was clearly the moment to take care of Lucy, and instead the disasters just kept coming one after another. The survival exam, the festival, the terrorist attack, and then Nam Da-eun on top of it. In the gaps between all ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠that I'd been managing Elise, Baek A-young, and Mun Su-rin, and Lucy had gotten completely neglected.

Even ten bodies wouldn't be enough.

"Ah, hello, Ho-yeon."

"Hey, Rumi."

Rumi and I stepped into the motel. I'd just had a spat with Lucy, and now I was walking into a motel with a girl who looked exactly like her. The feeling was hard to describe. I felt a little like garbage.

Rumi was already sitting on the bed.

"It's been a while since we did this on a bed."

I followed her over, wrapped my arms around her from behind, and slid my hands forward.

"It has. Nnh..."

Soft. I kneaded Rumi's yielding breasts and let my mind settle. The moment I had my hands on her, the restlessness that had been crashing through me like a tide calmed, just a little.

"You were looking forward to this, huh?"

Her nipples were already standing out firm, advertising exactly how worked up she was.

"I-it's been so long, so..."

The way Rumi got shy in the light was pretty cute.

"I'll go slow. It's okay."

"O-okay... mmph."

I held her squirming body still and pushed my tongue into her mouth.

"Mmh... kiss."

"Will you go first?"

I took her hand and guided it to my groin. What was waiting there had already swollen enough to strain against my pants, showing off its size. Rumi turned around on her own and brought her face down to my zipper. She drew it down, and my cock sprang free and slapped against her cheek.

"...Mmph. Slurp."

Rumi gazed at it like something precious, then took it into her mouth.

I'd gotten blowjobs from plenty of women, and the second a cock went into someone's mouth, no two of them ever felt the same. Rumi's style was the clinging kind — wet and adhesive. If I had to put it into words, it felt like she was offering her throat to me herself.

Most women hated taking a cock that deep. They endured it for my sake. Rumi, though, seemed to enjoy it. She sucked the head all the way into the back of her throat, and the spit she couldn't swallow ran down her chin. When I saw the strain in her eyes and tried to ease back a little, she shook her head and swallowed me to the root.

"Ghk, hhss... slurp."

The truth was, unless someone was built for cock-worship the way Liliana was, a blowjob almost never felt better than a pussy. Even Liliana, a succubus, preferred the real thing. But it was a different story when the head kept kissing the inside of a throat the way Rumi's did. Normally it was too much work to keep up for long — but that single instant of pushing into someone's throat felt good enough to deserve being called a mouth-pussy.

I locked my hands around the back of her head and near her ears to hold her still, then started thrusting, driving myself all the way into her throat.

"Khg. Slurp. Kiss... ghk."

Tears started welling in Rumi's eyes.

Schlick — schlick —

My cock scraped along the inside of her throat as it pushed deeper. By now she should have been slapping my thigh to tell me to stop. Instead, Rumi grabbed my hips and ass and made it easier for me to fuck her mouth.

"...Nngh. Slurp. Mmph."

"I'm gonna come, Rumi."

"Mmph... nngh."

The sweet tightness and softness of her throat pulled a response out of me. I watched her nod, then picked up the pace of the hips I was driving into that mouth-pussy.

"Ah... hhah..."

The second the orgasm became impossible to hold back, I yanked her toward me by the back of the head. I wanted every inch of my cock buried in her throat. The come that burst from the tip went straight down the moment it left me.

Gulp. Gulp.

Even as she swallowed, Rumi kept licking along the shaft with her tongue, helping me through it to the end.

"Nngh.... ghhah... haah, haah, haah..."

My cock slid slowly out of her mouth, and the come and spit she hadn't managed to swallow spilled over her lips.

"Want to lie down?"

"Yes... ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠hh, yes."

Tears still shining in her eyes, Rumi lay back and spread her legs just like that. She looked so fragile — and in her pupils, a raw hunger that was begging me to keep going. My cock, already stirred up, hardened even further to match her.

"I'm putting it in."

"Yes... haang, nnhh...!"

I gripped Rumi's body tight and started moving my hips.

"..."

After Ho-yeon left, Baek A-young quietly got up from the bed and sat down in the infirmary chair. There were a few documents she needed to handle. She was in no mood to look at them.

"Darling... are you playing hard to get?"

Today he had come to her like a completely different person from the day he'd drawn that hard line. All through it he had been warm with her, held her close, and been endlessly considerate. He had kept making her think that maybe, just maybe, she still had a chance.

"The party..."

She hadn't originally planned on going. If she showed up, it was going to be a headache — that much was obvious. The moment word got out that she was attending a social mixer, plenty of people would want to know who her partner was. The famous Saint, at a mixer. Every eye in the room would lock onto whichever man she walked in with, and if she arrived without a partner, men asking her to go with them would start crawling out of the walls.

Baek A-young thought it over. Once the day of the party arrived, everyone was going to find out her partner was Ho-yeon anyway. Was there any reason not to let it slip early? Then other men wouldn't bother her, and how much easier would that be? It would be better for Ho-yeon too, being known in advance instead of just appearing out of nowhere.

...Probably?

"...I don't know. It's all your fault, darling."

She didn't think about how she would handle the fallout. The more attention people paid, the better it was from where she was sitting. Casually leaking that they were dating didn't sound like a bad idea either.

"Alright...!"

Having steeled herself, Baek A-young raised her smartwatch and placed a call.

"Yeah, Yeji. Could you introduce me to a reporter you know?"

At the worry in Min Yeji's voice, Baek A-young's lips curled up just slightly.

"No, it's just... I have something to announce."