Liliana's Heart

"Slurp. Smack. Suck…"

Lim Sol was tasting my cock. She pursed her lips around the head and kept licking, with the tip of her tongue, the slit where the pre-cum welled up. This wasn't a blowjob meant to please me. She was savoring it for herself. The stimulation stayed so light I couldn't tip over the edge — pre-cum just kept leaking out.

"It's delicious… Tastes better than chocolate cake. Slurp."

"Haa… Professor. This is actually torture. Can't you just let me come?"

Lick.

Lim Sol nodded, swallowed my cock all the way to the base, and started bobbing her head. The filthy sounds spilling from her mouth and the heat of her saliva against my cock slowly crumbled the dam of pleasure that had been building, rushing me hard toward climax.

"Ah — ah. I'm gonna come."

"Slurp. Yeah. Hurry up and let it out. I want to taste your cum too. Kiss. Suck."

Lim Sol urged me on, jabbing the tip of my cock with her tongue. I couldn't hold back that sensation and came straight into her mouth.

She swallowed every pulse as it came, her throat working. Even while I was coming she kept moving her tongue, tasting it. The way that tongue rubbed against the head stretched the orgasm on and on.

"Professor Lim Sol? Nngh — I just came, if you keep sucking like that… Ah, hngh."

"It's too good. Suck. This is a flavor that'll help my research. Slurp…"

"What are you even talking about…! Stop — nngh…"

Lim Sol took my cock all the way down her throat, as if trying to wring out more, and licked along the underside of the shaft and over my balls. I looked down and met her eyes. The sight of her greedily sucking with my cock buried in her throat only turned me on more.

"…Is it really that good?"

"Kiss. Yeah. It's a flavor that makes me want to do research. Slurp."

The thought of a beauty like her smacking her lips, waiting for my semen, was an enormous mental satisfaction. The sensation of her tongue wrapping around the head, her lips, the fingers slowly climbing up my thighs — every single touch was exquisite. Lim Sol made lewd, wet sounds as she took me deep into her throat, and even then her tongue never stopped working the head, licking away the pre-cum. It felt insanely good.

After a few minutes of that torment, my cock spilled into her mouth a second time.

"Mmm. It's got a jelly-like texture and a sweetness softer than sugar. A flavor that makes chocolate unnecessary."

Kiss.

Lim Sol planted a kiss on the head of my cock, took a sip of coffee, and wiped her mouth with a handkerchief. Her reaction was so much like she'd just finished dessert that it felt weird. It was like my cock had become a snack. Not that I was complaining.

"Same request next time."

Watching her smack her lips and sip her coffee, I decided that next time I was definitely coming in with pheromone perfume sprayed all over my body. She probably wouldn't notice a pheromone perfume that worked through shamanic power.

"Or should I extract more and store it like syrup? So I can put it in my coffee."

"That's actually kind of terrifying…"

How much did she want to milk me?

"Obviously I'm joking~. No need to get so scared."

Lim Sol, in a good mood from eating something sweet, slapped my back over and over — but when she'd mentioned the syrup, her expression hadn't looked like a joke at all.

"See you~ Come help out again next time!"

"Yeees… I understand."

I helped a little more with Lim Sol's research, then left the lab.

"Haa… I'm exhausted."

Was it because I'd been sucked off twice in a row? Fatigue washed over me. It felt less like I'd received a blowjob and more like I'd been milked dry, which left me feeling strangely unsettled. Next time I should actually spray on some perfume and seduce her for real.

Or maybe not. I was already busy enough seducing the heroines. Haa…

My head hurt.

Honestly, for the sake of the main quest, giving up would be the right call — but every time I saw the professor's face, that thought vanished.

That silver-haired noona is just too pretty…

Then again, if I was going to write someone off for not being a heroine, I should have written off Liliana a long time ago. I'd been following my male instincts this whole time — no point pretending to be rational now.

I'd just do what I wanted.

I trusted myself. If I ever thought a woman was actually going to get me killed, I'd stop on my own.

Mulling over these scattered thoughts, I got off the elevator and headed for the Magic Hall lobby. Time to go back to the dorm.

The moment I stepped into the lobby, every gaze in the room locked onto me.

Well. I have gotten a bit famous.

The fame was definitely more palpable than before. I could feel the stares, the curiosity, the looks of interest — and the hostility, too. If even people I didn't know were looking at me like that, public opinion still hadn't recovered.

Hopefully things would improve once midterms were over.

Step. Step.

That was when I spotted a large man walking toward me. He was wearing a robe labeled Magic Research Department, so I remembered who he was. The Magic Research Department guy who'd been waiting outside Lim Sol's lab before.

"It's been a while, Lee Ho-yeon."

"…"

"You haven't forgotten me, I hope. Kim Hyeondo, president of the Magic Research Department. You've gotten quite famous lately…"

Why the hell is this guy showing up again. I'm busy as shit.

"You're not the freshman you were back then. You've at least heard of the Magic Research Department by now, haven't you?"

"Ah, yes. The Magic Research Department."

"That's right. The Magic Research Department is the largest club at Victoria Academy…"

"I wouldn't know. I've been busy with student council work."

At my words, Kim Hyeondo's face stiffened and he glared at me fiercely.

"…Fine. That's possible. You're still a first-year, so I can understand not knowing the Magic Research Department's reputation."

"Ah, I have heard the name, actually. Working with the student council, I've seen a lot of the rotten side of Victoria Academy's club departments. I think I came across the name Magic Research Department quite a bit during that investigation."

"…You really run your mouth however you please. A little fame and you think you're somebody. At the end of the day, you're just an orphan with no backing. Don't delude yourself into thinking Professor Lim Sol has taken an interest in you."

So it was about Professor Lim Sol after all.

Fuck. Why does every woman around me have one of these guys hanging off her. Is this the burden of being a capable woman?

And why did they keep calling me an orphan. The way they talked, you'd think they'd met their own parents through talent. These pieces of shit.

"Excuse me, but if you want to pick a fight with me, you'll need to take a number. There's a waiting list."

"You think this is a joke? You're openly looking down on me."

"I'm not joking… The line is actually pretty long right now."

And it really was. I had to fight the student council vice president soon, plus the guild master who was threatening Nam Da-eun, and if I wanted to pursue Elise later I'd have to fight her older sister too. On top of that, Pandemic's demons hadn't even properly shown up yet.

Honestly, I didn't have time to waste on the president of the Magic Research Department.

"And do you really think Professor Lim Sol would give you even a scrap of attention if I weren't around? If she was going to, she would've shown interest back when you were standing in the Magic Hall lobby holding a bag of snacks."

Kim Hyeondo looked stunned, as if he hadn't expected to be openly criticized by a first-year. But I was getting pissed off too. I was already busy as hell — why was everyone so desperate to kill me.

"You know Professor Lim Sol still doesn't even know your name, right? That's all you are. So don't take it out on me and go improve your skills instead."

You're just an extra.

The moment my genuine contempt drove the spike home, Kim Hyeondo reflexively manifested mana through his body. But this was the Magic Hall.

"What, you gonna hit me? This is the Magic Hall, you know?"

"Kh!"

At my words, Kim Hyeondo looked around. Cadets and professors passing by were already watching us. As president of the Magic Research Department, he was just as well-known as I was. He couldn't afford to put on a display like this in the middle of the academy.

The mana vanished from his body.

"If you've still got something to say, Senior, come find me at the student council during the festival after exams. I'll have a special sparring match with the student council vice president, so I'll deal with you after that."

"…"

Kim Hyeondo left with an even more sour expression. I'd been pretty serious. Guess he thought I was joking.

What am I supposed to do about this guy.

"Haa."

I let out a light sigh, then quickly fled toward the dorms to escape the crowd of people still staring in this direction.

Ding-dong—

I opened the dorm door to a familiar sound. For once, Liliana was sitting at the living room table scribbling something.

"Liliana, what are you doing?"

"Oh, you're back? I'm writing in my diary. Lately the sights of Hell have been getting more and more unfamiliar. I wanted to remind myself of home."

"…"

Liliana's face was calm, but something about it sat wrong with me.

"Ah, fuck. This is annoying. What model was the computer at my place again? I need to tell them to delete the DungeonCuckoo folder. If Mom sees that I'm screwed."

Or maybe not? Maybe I'm overthinking it?

"…Liliana. Do you want to go back to Hell?"

"What? I don't know about anything else. I do want to see Mom's face, though. I feel like I've finally gotten my head on straight, but the mom who'd actually look at me isn't here."

Maybe it was because I'd been called an orphan so much lately, but Liliana's words hit me right in the chest. Why did she say things like that like they were nothing. I'd rather she just be sad…

Seeing the girl I'd summoned as a scoundrel looking like this made me feel even weirder.

"Haa. Hold on."

I pulled out the contract I'd hidden in the space behind the drawer under my desk.

"Hm? What's this. Where'd you pick up another weird thing."

"Read it."

It was the Hell's Scoundrel Summoning Contract I'd kept tightly hidden. Our bond had grown deep enough now that I was willing to show it to her. I'd learned she wasn't the type to hurt other people, or to go off and get herself killed.

The important part of this contract was the last article — Article 6.

"This contract shall remain in force for ten years from the date of execution. In the absence of a separate notice of termination, it shall automatically renew for one year at a time. …So after ten years, I can go back to Hell?"

"Yeah. Sorry I didn't show you until now."

"You son of a bitch… I thought I was never going to see Mom again. Fuck… hic."

Liliana's eyes went a little bloodshot.

Ah, shit. That hurt. It hurt even more coming from a girl who was usually so bold. I felt guilty, too. Though I wished she'd consider my position a little.

"I'm sorry. Back then, I couldn't trust you completely."

"Haa, fine. But what's this? Article 7: When the Contracted Party reflects upon her past conduct and the Contractor consents thereto, a means of contacting her original world shall be granted."

"There's no such thing?"

What the hell was she talking about. There was nothing like that on the contract.

"It's right here. Here."

"Huh?"

I snatched the contract back from her and checked it again.

"Hey, there's nothing like that. Stop messing around."

"The hell there isn't, you bastard! At the very bottom! Huh? Where'd it go?"

Liliana snatched the contract back out of my hand.

"Wait. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠It shows up when I hold it?"

"What?"

I stood beside her and looked at the contract.

"What. What is this."

"See?! You fucking asshole! Why'd you say it wasn't there!"

"No — a contract isn't supposed to work like this. Fuck, it can't only be visible to you."

"That's normal in Hell, though?"

It really was Hell itself, fuck. There was a world where unfair contracts were just ordinary?!

Sentences suddenly appeared in front of my eyes. The same kind of text had shown up when I'd first signed the contract — it really was a high-grade contract, packed with built-in functions.

Liliana was staring into empty air too. Her eyes were trembling, so something similar must have appeared for her.

"P-please let me. I have to contact Mom! Ah — no. Master. I'll serve you properly tonight. Please…"

Liliana pressed her chest against me and clung to me, begging.

"…Hey. Do I look like that kind of scumbag to you."

How badly did she want to talk to her mother, to go that far. Tch.

The moment I thought I agree, a single sheet of letter paper fluttered down out of thin air. I knew instinctively that this was the means of contacting Liliana's mother.

"Here. Write on this. The paper's small so you can't write much, but you should at least be able to ask how she's doing."

"Th-thank you…"

"Don't thank me. I didn't even do anything."

This chance had come because Liliana had turned over a new leaf. I hadn't done a thing.

She started filling the letter paper right then and there. I wanted to peek at what she was writing, but I exercised some self-control. No matter what, reading that over her shoulder would make me garbage.

The paper was so small that a few sentences filled it completely. Then the letter paper dissolved into mana with a soft hiss and flew off somewhere. All the way to Hell, most likely.

"…Liliana. What did you write?"

I hadn't peeked, as a matter of conscience, but I was too curious to stand it. Asking was fine, right? If she said she didn't want to tell me, I genuinely wouldn't listen. I wouldn't even order her to.

"Why do you need to know someone else's family business. I wrote that I got contracted to some horny bastard and I'm barely hanging on, that's why."

"…"

"What are you glaring at me for. Want more? I also wrote that you go around threatening other women and fucking them."

Maybe it was because she'd contacted her mother for the first time in so long, but Liliana was wearing a bright smile, her energy through the roof.

"…Strip."

"Why. What's wrong!"

Liliana looked horrified at the command, but her body couldn't refuse. She started slowly taking off her clothes.

"You said you'd serve me earlier. A promise is a promise."

"Ugh, a guy getting sulky over a joke…! That's not actually what I— mmph…"

I sealed the lips that were trying to talk with my own. I'd been disappointed I hadn't gotten to go all the way with Lim Sol — good thing I had a pretty succubus at home I could use whenever I wanted.

"You need to be re-educated. What, you don't like it? You love it."

"Pwah — Master. Wait a second. A-at least go slow… kyaahn…"