Star Instructor Liliana (4)

Slurp. Slurp.

I was still bound by the mana ropes. Nam Da-eun knelt between my legs, sucking my cock, while Liliana coached her from behind with relentless enthusiasm.

"You need to use more tongue there. If you only work the head, it actually makes it harder for him to come."

"Mmph... Okay."

"...Haa."

What the hell was this.

Nam Da-eun's blowjob was a strange thing. For all her technique, there was a freshness and a shyness to it at the same time — like the hardware and the software didn't match. Of course, it felt good. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Having a beautiful woman go down on you was already a gift, and this being her first time? As a man, I couldn't help but be pleased.

Sting—

The frustration, though, was another matter. With my arms and legs lashed in mana ropes, I couldn't move a muscle. You could argue there was nothing to complain about — just lie there and take it — but if there's a hole, you want to put it in, and once it's in, you want to move your hips. That's a man's instinct. No matter how much I twitched and strained, the ropes showed no sign of giving.

"Hey. Liliana. Let me go already. I won't fight back."

I tried asking the succubus still barking instructions behind me. I didn't expect her to listen, but I had to try.

"No way. You'll punish me."

"...So you're just going to keep this up forever?"

"I'm gonna sneak them off when you're feeling good and pretend nothing happened. Hehe."

"..."

I stared blankly at Liliana as she giggled to herself. Cute, sure. Also kind of annoying.

Schlick—

Nam Da-eun kept sucking. Even a genius wasn't going to make me come that easily. I was too pent up, and there was another problem: just lying here taking it wasn't making any progress on her conquest.

"Hoo."

Sting—

I let out a long breath and activated the mana circuits I'd been wringing dry this whole time, enduring the pain. I'd recovered quite a bit. It was worth a shot. Fortunately, as long as I could stand the sensation of my whole body prickling as if stabbed by thorns, I could squeeze out mana. Only a trickle — but a trickle was enough. There was a contract between Liliana and me. Engraved on her soul. She had to obey.

"Liliana. Undo all of this."

The mana ropes binding my arms and legs slithered free the instant I spoke.

"Huh?"

She looked startled herself. Well, I hadn't been using forced commands lately. She managed fine on her own, and we'd built something of a relationship, so I hadn't needed them. But if she was going to pull a stunt like this, I didn't have a choice.

"I told you to undo them."

"Uh. Uh? I'm sorry — please go easy on me!"

I put on an angry face, and Liliana squeaked and covered her own with both hands. Anyone walking in would have thought I was about to hit her.

"Forget it. I'm not mad."

The important one right now wasn't this succubus. It was Nam Da-eun, staring up at me with wide eyes from between my legs.

No doubt Liliana had swaggered around telling her to just trust her and leave everything to her.

But even so, you can't just do something this sudden.

This was rape. The good kid who'd been bringing flowers to my hospital room just yesterday had changed this much in a single day.

"Da-eun. Why'd you suddenly do this?"

"...Miss Liliana said you'd definitely like it if I did this."

"So she's ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the root of all evil."

"You liked it too!"

I ignored Liliana shouting from the side and worked my arms and legs the rest of the way free. Nam Da-eun was still sitting between my legs, but she'd read the room and wasn't sucking anymore. She was just looking into my eyes. Her plan had gone off the rails, and she didn't seem to know what to do next.

Lust at forty-five...

She'd practiced sex for my sake, but she herself showed no interest in it. That wouldn't do. This was exactly why I'd forced the ropes off. I was supposed to be the one conquering Nam Da-eun, not the other way around. The whole thing had gotten flipped.

"I'm sorry if that made you uncomfortable."

Nam Da-eun lowered her head. She must have thought I didn't like it.

"No, it's not that I didn't like it. But you're trying to repay me, right?"

"Yeah."

If anything, I liked it. Especially that ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠mindset of wanting to repay me — that was very nice to see. But sometimes giving pleasure is more fun than receiving it. Especially when it's a girl's first time. Nam Da-eun blinked, waiting for whatever I would say next.

"Then how about you take your clothes off first?"

"All of them?"

"Yeah."

If this was repayment, that much was the least she could do.

Click. Clack-clack.

Mun Su-rin sat in the student council president's office, hammering at her keyboard. Between her personal investigation and the backlog of work, she hadn't even been able to carve out free time for herself.

"Finally done..."

She finished the last of it, sank into her chair, and checked her smartwatch.

"...Not a single message?"

She hadn't been able to visit Lee Ho-yeon in the hospital because of work, and he hadn't contacted her either. Failing to manage her own schedule was her fault, of course — but she'd been investigating for his sake. She felt a little hurt.

"He must be in a lot of pain. The Saint even assigned him personal care..."

The Saint. Mun Su-rin frowned as she thought of Baek A-young.

She's so much older, and she's hitting on a cadet? That's ridiculous.

Knock knock—

Just as she was turning over how to push aside this formidable rival, a knock came from outside.

"Yes. Come in."

The person who opened the door was a researcher from the Academy. In their hand was a small brooch — an elegant purple piece, writhing as it pulsed, contaminated by black demonic energy.

The skull-masked Demon who had attacked Lee Ho-yeon. Mun Su-rin wanted to find the ones who had threatened him. She'd kept investigating through her personal connections, but with so little evidence there had been no clear results. In the end, the only trace she'd uncovered — after personally searching the banquet hall herself — was this brooch. It didn't look like a Demon's possession so much as a human object that had been corrupted, so she'd commissioned an analysis. The results had finally come in.

"What's the result?"

"We tested it against everyone who was at the banquet that night. We found exactly one match."

"...Who?"

She hadn't actually expected a name. Mun Su-rin waited, taut.

"Shin Dong-min. Shin Dong-min of the Shinyoung Guild."

Rage surged up the instant she heard that familiar name, but she forced it down with the researcher still standing there. She didn't want to show an ugly side of herself in front of anyone.

"...Thank you. You've worked hard."

"Yes. I'll be going, then."

The researcher bowed and left the office.

Grit.

Mun Su-rin clenched her teeth and stared into empty air.

"So it was you. Shin Dong-min..."

He'd obstructed her at every turn, lost to Lee Ho-yeon, and in the end had even reached out to Demons. She hadn't cared when ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠he came after her. She'd left him alone because of the annoying backing of the Shinyoung Guild. But Shin Dong-min had touched something he should never have touched.

"I will never forgive anyone who lays a hand on Ho-yeon. Never. Never..."

Mun Su-rin canceled the hospital visit she'd been planning. She'd really wanted to see Lee Ho-yeon today. She'd cleared her entire backlog, and the investigation was finished. It was a shame to think of her other rivals spending time with him — but protecting him when he wasn't in good condition was also important.

I have to do this.

And the fact that Lee Ho-yeon and Shin Dong-min had gotten involved at all was, in a way, her own fault. You reap what you sow. Mun Su-rin pulled out her smartwatch and began making a call.

Nam Da-eun took off her clothes without much resistance. She'd apparently received a succubus-style sex education — the kind that only teaches a female how to satisfy a male, and never bothers with what a woman actually enjoys. This was the proof.

"Haa... nngh..."

My hand stroked along her side, passed over her stomach, and rose to her chest. A hot moan spilled from Nam Da-eun's lips at the same time. She was biting down hard, but it wouldn't be easy to hold back. I was using mana myself while enduring a fair amount of pain. The output was lower than when I massaged Elise, but for Nam Da-eun, who was feeling this for the first time, it would be an absurd level of pleasure. The fact that she was still holding it in like that was almost impressive.

"Haa, ah... nngh... kuh..."

Listening to those sounds, I closed my hand around a breast large enough that I wondered if it got in the way when she swung a sword. My hands weren't particularly small, and I still couldn't fit one of them in a single palm. As expected of a heroine. This was the least they should come with.

I kneaded the plump flesh and the nipples standing at attention.

"Haa... hoo..."

Had she gotten a little used to my touch? Aside from twitching whenever I brushed a nipple, her reactions had gone fairly dry. Time to move to the next stage. I brought my other hand down to her lower abdomen. Gently. Very gently. It was her first time. I had to be careful not to startle her.

"Nngh...? Kuhh... ha, ah... ah...!"

While I rolled her nipple between my fingers, I slowly moved the hand that had slipped between her legs. Soft, slick flesh. The constant mana stimulation had paid off. She was this wet even though it was her first time. Startled by the hand sinking deeper, Nam Da-eun clenched her thighs and blocked me. I wriggled my fingers between them and spoke.

"Da-eun. Weren't you supposed to be repaying me?"

"Nngh... That's right..."

She relaxed slightly at my words, but when my hand went deeper she instinctively pressed her thighs together again. The resistance was weaker than before, though. I could push through. I shifted my fingers and found her clitoris.

Squelch—

She didn't seem to fully realize how aroused she was yet. Time to make her understand. I kept tormenting her breasts while I touched her pussy, now soaked with her own juices.

"Nngh... ha, aah... kuhh... ah, aahn... nngh!"

A cute little moan finally slipped out. Nam Da-eun seemed flustered by the adorable sound that had come from her own mouth and clamped her lips shut — but everyone in the room had already heard it.

"...So that's the man a succubus serves as her master."

"I taught him all of that, you know."

"Be quiet. And stop watching."

I chased off the spectators chattering behind us. Having an audience for your first time isn't a good experience. Nam Da-eun herself didn't seem particularly bothered, though. Maybe she thought of them as her teachers? If she showed even a hint of embarrassment, I'd kick them out immediately.

I swept my fingers once across her pussy.

"Hieeugh..."

Her moans had turned sweet. She was starting to have trouble enduring the pleasure.

Almost there.

Her lust had nearly doubled. I figured I could start wrapping up the foreplay.