Tired Women

"I'm gonna cum...!"

"Haaahn... nnhhh..."

I wrung every last drop of semen into Baek A-young's pussy.

"Hah. We went over thirty minutes after all."

Elise's class was about to let out. I'd told myself twenty-five minutes and then I'd leave — and then I'd gone and enjoyed it all the way to the end. A man's self-control, as it turned out, was a painfully fleeting thing.

Baek A-young sat on the toilet, gasping for breath. I'd been about to have her clean me off with her mouth when a better idea occurred to me.

"A-young. You remember that bet we made, don't you?"

"The... the bet..."

Judging by her face, she remembered. Good.

"Time to take a picture, then. Spread your legs on the toilet for me."

"W-why... you've already got pictures..."

"The more pictures, the better. That's just how it works."

Baek A-young lifted her knees on the toilet seat and opened her legs. Then, with both hands, she pulled her pussy lips apart to either side — an obscene pose, spreading herself open of her own accord.

"Yes, just like that. Hold still."

"Nnhhh..."

After about ten seconds, the cum I'd pumped into her began to leak out, little by little.

"Alright, taking it. Cheese."

"Just take it already so we can go!"

Baek A-young's face had gone scarlet. She was fine with everything else, but she hated having her picture taken, apparently.

"I'm not showing these to anyone, so don't worry. I'll only use them for blackmail."

"What the hell kind of bullshit is that..."

I really was only going to use them for blackmail, though.

The second the sex ended, her affection snapped right back to normal with almost frightening speed. Baek A-young was in love with Lee Ho-yeon the darling — rape-mode Lee Ho-yeon — but everyday Lee Ho-yeon she merely liked in an ordinary way.

Her tastes had seriously gone off the rails.

And no matter how intense the sex, affection only seemed to climb by 0.1 at a time. A little disappointing. Still, looking on the bright side, that was one full point every ten rounds...

Was that a lot? Not a lot? I had no idea. It'd go up eventually if I just kept at it.

"A-young. We need to get out of here."

"Yeah, just let me get my clothes...?"

"Business first."

I held my cock out toward her.

"...Mph."

Baek A-young gave me a cleanup blowjob, then scrambled into her clothes. I cast Clean as well, wiping the residue off both of our outfits.

"...Hey. If you were going to use Clean anyway, I didn't actually need to do that with my mouth, did I?"

"It's a different feeling. The feeling matters."

"..."

She'd enjoyed it and she was still complaining.

I didn't forget to drop the barrier, either.

"I'll go out first. Time your exit and come out after me."

I switched on bad-boy mode for the first time in a while and walked out without so much as a backward glance, leaving her behind. She'd pull herself together and come out on her own. She wasn't a child.

"Ah, shit. They're not looking for me, are they?"

A full hour had already slipped by. Elise's class would have just let out. It hadn't been that long, so they probably weren't searching for me yet... but they might come looking under the pretext of PR work.

"Better hurry, just in case."

I picked up my pace and headed for the classroom. Just around the corner and I'd be there—

"Aang!"

"Ack!"

I slammed headfirst into someone coming the other way around the corner. Who the hell—

Elise?

Elise was on the floor in front of me, wincing as she pushed herself up. I scrambled to my feet and spoke to her.

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

"I'm fine. But where were you? You were ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠gone the entire hour."

There was something faintly frightening in the way she looked at me. She wasn't suspicious, was she? I'd been a little uneasy about this since earlier... but it wasn't like she'd caught me in the act. If I just played dumb, there wasn't much Elise could do.

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

"...I see."

Elise seemed to let it go without much suspicion. Even so, I checked her status window just to be safe.

"..."

Fuck. She was definitely suspicious.

Last time she'd caught me flirting with Mun Su-rin, too, so this was already sitting wrong with me. I was going to have to be a lot more careful around Elise from now on.

"Thank you for your hard work. These photos will go out as early as tomorrow, or the day after at the latest."

"Thank you."

"I'll be heading out now. Still plenty left on my plate, haha."

That was it for today's PR work. The photographer left first, saying he still had things to do, and Elise clocked out in her limousine.

"Shall we get going too?"

"Sure."

"Where are you headed now, A-young?"

"M-me? I... I don't have any plans, really. I'll probably just go home and rest."

Baek A-young was staring at me with a look of naked expectation. I was sorry to disappoint her, but I had to be at the Academy tomorrow.

"I have a theory lecture tomorrow, so I'll be heading off first."

"Ah, uh... yeah. Right. Of course. You have to fulfill your duties as a cadet..."

The moment it was time to part, she snapped right back into the kind-hearted Saint — and the gap was staggering. So this was that gap moe thing people talked about...?

"When do you think we'll be able to see each other next? Exams start next week, so it'll be hard to meet."

"...!"

Baek A-young looked at me like I'd just burned her country to the ground.

"B-but volunteer work is still important, isn't it?"

"It is important, but you stopped coming yourself because of the dungeon helper work. I need to focus on my responsibilities as a cadet first."

"That's true, but...!"

Baek A-young tried everything she could to hold me there, her voice turning pleading — but I was a cadet, and that made me untouchable. The same Baek A-young who normally so desperately wanted to play the adult couldn't stop me.

"I'll see you next time, then, A-young."

"Ah... aah..."

I left her standing there, looking bereft, and walked out of the orphanage. A little push-and-pull like this could only help the conquest, right? Sex reset her affection the second it was over, so I had to find another angle.

"Darling... where are you going..."

From a distance, I heard Baek A-young murmur it under her breath. That was... honestly pretty terrifying. Had I just screwed myself over by trying to play hard to get...?

Should I run back right now and take her? Hmm?

"No. Calm down."

I couldn't keep giving in forever. She was going to have to adapt on her own.

...She wouldn't do anything weird, right?

On the way back to the Academy, I stopped by the Black Market.

It had been a while, but the thick, stale air that sat heavy in my chest was just as unpleasant as ever. I wasn't looking for anything in particular — I'd just come to browse. With an equipment status window, places like this were worth visiting often.

Today I headed in a direction I hadn't taken before. I had no reason to visit the pharmacy anymore, and the antique shop from last time had nothing worthwhile except that Hellion Contract.

"A used bookstore?"

This shop, too, had nothing but a single sign that read Used Books. A used bookstore wasn't a bad find. There might be a hidden grimoire sitting on a shelf somewhere.

A bell chimed as I stepped inside.

"Welcome, dear... hoho..."

A kindly-looking old woman greeted me. My instincts were tingling. Anyone could tell this was the kind of place that had an incredible grimoire stashed away somewhere.

I started working through the shelves, checking titles as I went.

"Preventing Adult-Onset Disease... trash. Computers Even a Monkey Can Learn... trash. How to Enjoy Pleasant Chatter... trash."

What the hell? How was there not a single decent book in here? Had my gut been wrong?

I was turning away in disappointment when a single volume, bound tightly in paper, caught my eye.

"What's this one doing wrapped up so tight? The Falcon's Tower... author, Jang Yang-san... wait."

The Falcon's Tower. I knew this one. It was a masterpiece that had been hailed as a revolution in modern literature. The author had died before finishing it, and that incompleteness had only made it more valuable.

"It's here too...?"

This wasn't something I'd seen in the game. It was a novel from my original world — and it existed here as well. Just to be sure, I searched it on my smartwatch. Same reputation, same critical acclaim.

What were the odds?

"I'll take this one."

"That one's bound up tight — I don't even know the title... you sure? The seller insisted I sell it just like that, so that's how it has to go. No refunds once you've looked inside."

"That's fine. I've got a good feeling about it, so I'll take it as is. How much?"

"You look like a young one, so I'll give you a special price — just five hundred thousand won."

She was definitely ripping me off. I'd never met anyone who talked like that and actually gave a real discount. But whether it was five hundred thousand or five million, I had to buy this.

This thing was a license to print money. A first edition with a handwritten signature. Collectors would be climbing over each other to get their hands on it.

The old proprietress ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠and I both walked away from the deal happy, and I left the bookstore. She'd think she'd unloaded a piece of trash for five hundred thousand won, so she came out ahead too. As for me, just listing it at auction was printing money.

On the way back to the dormitory, I found an auction site ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠and signed up. A Victoria Academy cadet ID was a universal passport that opened every door. The moment I proved I was a cadet, my credit rating shot straight up to Grade 1.

"I'll set the starting bid at five million won."

It would probably go for at least ten million, but the people who actually wanted it could settle on the real value themselves. With a high trust rating, no one would question the listing, and the price ought to climb nicely. If it seemed too cheap, I could always pull it from the auction.

Before I knew it, I was back at the dormitory. Liliana was in the living room, watching TV.

"I'm back."

"Mm, welco—"

"Your Master's made a killing today, Liliana. I'm in a good mood — how about we order some fried chicken?!"

The remote clattered to the floor.

"Huh?"

"Liliana? I said let's get chicken."

"...You said you were going out to volunteer..."

Liliana came toward me slowly. Then she dropped to her knees and rubbed her face against my crotch.

"W-what are you doing?!"

"You smell like a woman..."

Oh, for fuck's sake. What the hell was with everyone today.

She sniffed at me, loudly and pointedly, working her way over my body. Of course it was normal to get angry when your man came home smelling like another woman — but we'd been fine until now. Why the sudden change?

What kind of shift had gone on in her head lately? She'd been acting weird ever since she got in contact with Hell. Had she picked up a sense of chastity down there or something?

"Liliana. Calm down and back off for a second. Let's just order some chicken first."

"...Okay."

At least she was still listening to me. Liliana seemed a little sulky, if only slightly.

"Hrm..."

What the hell was I supposed to do? This was the first time Liliana had come at me so openly, and I had no idea how to handle it. She used to just click her tongue and tease me — she'd never gotten like this over me sleeping with another woman.

Damn it. I'd always been able to check the heroines' status windows and plan accordingly, but I had no idea what this one was thinking, which made her impossible to handle.

The moment that thought crossed my mind, a status window materialized in front of my eyes.

"...?"

Why the hell was this showing up for her?