Volunteer Work with Baek A-young! (5)

"Hold on a second."

"Hahk— ssuup?"

Baek A-young twitched in my arms, her waist giving a little jerk. She must not have noticed — I hadn't put out any mana detection.

"Someone's coming. Stay quiet."

"...! Then we need to get off each other already! Nngh!"

Baek A-young twisted in alarm, trying to pull herself free of me.

Smack.

"Ahn!"

"Shh. Stay still."

I groped the ass of the woman sitting on top of me and pulled her in tight, pinning her so she couldn't move. This was no time to panic. With Mana Resonance, my detection was sharper than anyone's alive. The people at the orphanage right now were the director, the childcare teachers, the photographer, the kids — and Elise. As long as Elise didn't catch us, we were fine. And Elise was in the middle of class. She might duck out for the bathroom, sure, but the mana approaching us was vanishingly faint. Whoever it was, they weren't an Awakened.

"I'm serious! We have to get out of here! Hn—"

Clunk.

The bathroom door swung open.

"..."

Baek A-young clapped a hand over her own mouth and glared at me, eyes bright with accusation. I ignored it completely, lifted her by the hips, and slammed her back down onto my cock.

"Hnnph— mmph!"

Contrary to A-young's spiraling panic, I had already wrapped this single stall in a Rune Barrier. It was high-grade barrier magic — the kind even a decent Awakened would fail to notice. A non-Awakened had zero chance of picking it up. But telling her that now would ruin the fun.

"Ahhh— p-please, just stay still— hn!"

She whispered it against my ear like a lover murmuring sweet nothings.

"Why? This is fun."

"Keep your voice d-down...! Hnnh...!"

Even as she said it, her pussy clenched tighter and tighter around my cock. So she was into this kind of play too. Noted.

"Don't wanna."

Clunk.

I threw the locked stall door wide open.

"Wh-what are you—!"

Outside, a red-haired little boy stood at the urinal, mid-stream.

"Hn!"

The instant the door swung open, A-young's insides clamped down hard. She held her breath so she wouldn't make a sound, eyes welling up as she stared at me.

The pervert was already off on another deranged train of thought. Time to wrap this up.

"Relax. I put up a barrier from the start. There's no way anyone's noticing us."

"Huh...?"

"Watch. Hey! Your favorite big bro and big ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠sis are having sex right here — you can't see us?"

Naturally, the red-haired boy just stood at the urinal, shivering slightly, and did nothing else.

"Y-you bastard...!"

Baek A-young balled her fists and started pounding on my chest. It didn't hurt in the slightest. It was just cute.

"What? The way your pussy's squeezing, you were clearly into it."

"Th-that's not— ahh!"

I ignored her flailing protest, gripped her hips, and kept thrusting — pulling her in, pushing her back, over and over.

"It wasn't good? I thought it was pretty great."

"You— insane—! Aang... you're actually insane...! Ahn...!"

The red-haired kid seemed to be finished. He washed his hands and started heading for the door.

And then—

"What's this?"

The boy walked right up to the stall we were fucking in.

"Hn!"

"...!"

Neither of us could hide our shock. What the hell? The Rune Barrier was running perfectly. There was no way a kid with zero mana should have been able to sense it.

"Mmm... something feels weird."

He couldn't see us, but he seemed to feel something unnatural about the stall itself.

"I-it's fine. He must just have unusually sharp innate mana perception. He didn't actually notice us."

"Hhhnnk..."

Baek A-young was so startled she was practically sobbing. And yet her pussy kept clamping down harder and harder, so maybe she was into this too.

"Ah— I gotta get back to class!"

The red-haired boy bolted out the door.

"...He didn't even wash his hands. Gross, right?"

"Sh-shut up... hnk. My heart's still pounding... aaang, s-stop it!"

"Don't wanna."

I pulled her top off.

"Haah, hahht...! N-not my chest— aat..."

She was sitting on my thighs, our upper bodies facing each other — the perfect position to suck on her breasts. I enjoyed those full, heavy tits worthy of the title Saint, taking a nipple into my mouth and rolling it with my tongue.

"Haang, a-aahng... hnnnh...♡ nnh. Nnh...!"

Every ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠time I flicked her nipple with my tongue, her back arched and her pussy fluttered around me. Her chest was incredibly sensitive.

"A-young, your breasts feel that good? You're reacting like crazy."

"Ahn, p-please. I feel like I'm going insane... ahhh..."

"Say it. 'Darling, please stop.' Come on. Darling~."

"Daarling, please stop... mmm, chuup..."

I pulled my mouth off her breast and sealed those cute, sulking lips with my own. By now she took my tongue naturally, sucking on it with soft little pulls. We kissed, mixing saliva, while her hips kept rocking back and forth on my cock.

"Hnnph, haah.... chuup. chup. chup-chup."

Baek A-young sucked on my lips with startling hunger. Her waist started moving faster and faster.

What's gotten into her?

"...! Pwah. Haah. Haah. Haah."

"Nnnmm, darling...!"

Fuck. That startled me. I'd pulled back in surprise after seeing the status window. She must have gotten too deep into the roleplay.

I pinched the nipple of the woman moaning "darling" on top of me — tongue out, body rolling — and twisted it hard.

"Darling, darling, dar— aahk! Haah, haah? Nnnnh!"

That snapped her back. She started responding to my movements again.

"I'm about to come. You haven't finished yet, have you, A-young?"

"I-I did! I lost, okay?!"

"Doesn't seem like it..."

"Ahnk, I really did! I really came!"

Looking almost indignant about it, she started grinding her most sensitive spot against my cock all on her own.

"Ahhh, hhgk...!"

"Alright. Then I win the bet, yeah? I'll finish quick."

"N-nooo... aaang..."

Even as she said it, her arms wound around my face. I spilled inside her, and Baek A-young climaxed at the same time.

"A-young, I'm pretty sure that was five times... right?"

"Hnnnaaah..."

Every ounce of strength ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠had left her body. I held her and checked the time on my smartwatch.

"We've only been at it for thirty minutes, though. Well — we only went one round."

"...No. We really have to stop. If we stay gone any longer, it's going to look way too suspicious."

The status window, as always, was honest. Putting on a rational front didn't do her any good.

"Then just twenty-five minutes. This time, turn around."

"Ah, we can't... we really can't...!"

Even as she protested, Baek A-young hiked up her skirt, spread herself open, and bent over at the waist.

"...And what did you draw here?"

"A tyrannosaurus! Cool, right?"

"Uh-huh. And what's this chart supposed to be?"

"Our teacher is always looking at it and going, 'The T-Rex pattern just hit! This stock's going to the moon!' So I drew it too!"

"...I see."

Elise had no idea what any of that meant, and she wasn't particularly curious. She had been assigned the drawing class, and honestly, there wasn't much for the instructor to do. The whole thing was just a vehicle for the photo shoot. All she had to do, from start to finish, was look at the children's pictures and talk to them — so they could photograph Elise and a child sharing a bright, smiling conversation. The photographer had already taken plenty of the same shot and was taking a break.

Five more minutes and the drawing class would be over.

And yet...

Why aren't they back?

Baek A-young and Lee Hoyeon had both slipped out the moment class started. They had been gone for nearly an hour. They had vanished together for about thirty minutes earlier, too. Could you really write it off as coincidence if it happened twice?

The atmosphere between them was definitely off.

When they had disappeared on each other earlier, Elise had picked up on a strange current running between Baek A-young and Lee Hoyeon.

"Teacher! Look at this!"

The cute red-haired boy, back from the bathroom at some point, called out to her. She was still in the middle of class, so she cut off the stray thoughts and answered him.

"Mm-hmm, and what's this?"

"A moving bathroom!"

"...A moving bathroom?"

"Yeah! I went to the bathroom earlier and the whole stall was wobbling!"

"..."

For some reason, the boy's words settled in Elise's chest and stayed there.

When class ended, she approached the photographer.

"Thank you for your hard work."

Elise didn't get along with people her own age, but she was always polite with adults.

"Oh, Cadet Elise, you worked harder than any of us. Today's schedule is done, so go ahead and rest."

"Yes. Do you happen to know where Lee Hoyeon and the Saint went?"

"Cadet Hoyeon said he was going to the bathroom a while ago and disappeared, and the Saint headed that way too. Constipated, maybe?"

One of the childcare teachers standing nearby answered Elise's question.

"Ah... which way is the bathroom?"

"Down that way, then take a right."

"Understood. Thank you."

Elise bowed her head and started toward the bathrooms.

Thump.

Her heart was beating strangely. What was this feeling?

To Elise, Lee Hoyeon was an ambiguous person. They were in the same PR department, but they hadn't had much real contact. Their hobbies were similar, though, and the handful of conversations they'd had lined up with her tastes. Sometimes the things he said rubbed her the wrong way... but he was a good student, he was capable, and he was on her level. He was handsome, too. She didn't like him enormously — but he was a pretty decent person.

And yet today, for some reason, her heart wouldn't stop pounding.

Click. Click.

Elise's footsteps grew faster. The path to the bathroom stretched on with a strange stubbornness, refusing to shrink. She picked up her pace a little more, and at last the end of the corridor came into view. Just turn right there and the bathrooms would be waiting.

Thump. Thump.

And in that instant—

Thud!

"Aang!"

"Ow!"

She collided with Lee Hoyeon coming around the opposite corner. He must have been walking so fast she hadn't even heard his footsteps before they crashed into each other.

...But why was Hoyeon in such a hurry?

"Ow, ow — you okay, Elise? Sorry. I was spacing out and didn't see you."

Hoyeon spoke while rubbing near his lower back, as if it hurt.

"I'm fine. Where were you, though? You were gone the entire hour."

"Ah, sorry. I got an urgent call."

"...Right. Did you see the Saint?"

"No? Wasn't she in class?"

"She hasn't been around since earlier. If you don't know, that's fine."

An urgent call, he said. An urgent call. That had been the excuse last time, too.

Elise looked him up and down. His clothes were immaculate — not a single wrinkle, even though he had been running the movement class earlier. There was no way an outfit could look that clean after a full hour.

He used Clean.

The traces of Clean magic, the spell that restored the body and clothing to a spotless state. What reason would he have to use Clean during an urgent phone call? There was no law against it, but she couldn't help suspecting that something had happened.

The suspicion in Elise's chest kept growing. She didn't think they were close enough for her to press him on it, though, so she forced the rising doubts back down.