What's the Infirmary For, Anyway? (2)

Baek A-young was currently wrapped in Lee Ho-yeon's arms on the infirmary bed, impaled on his cock.

I'm going to lose my mind...!

The sweet scent of her hair. The hands kneading her ass. Their tongues sliding together, his warm breath against her lips. The raw lust overflowing between them — and the cock that felt so devastatingly good inside her pussy.

"Ahnnn...! Hahk. Nngh... i-it's so deep...!"

"A-young. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Maybe it's because you've become a teacher, but your pussy's gotten even tighter."

Even filthy talk like that during sex felt good. He was a man who hit every last one of Baek A-young's tastes, one after another.

"D-darling..."

She called him that carefully, almost tentatively.

"Yeah. Darling."

"Hnnn...! Aaahn..."

At the sound of Lee Ho-yeon calling her darling, her pussy seemed to clench and flutter around him.

No matter how well she could play at being unwilling in everyday life, there was no acting when they had sex. Her body already knew the truth — just holding his cock in her mouth was enough to soak her through. She had realized she couldn't live without it.

"A-ahh. D-darling, that's..."

Lee Ho-yeon lifted her body up and sucked her breast into his mouth. The hand tracing her back, the other kneading her ass — Baek A-young's heart hammered in her chest.

I-it feels so good...

Once you learned sex like this, there was no climbing back out. Of course, Baek A-young was already ignoring the fact that she had walked far too far down that path to ever turn around.

"Squelch... lick. Slurp."

I enjoyed Baek A-young's soft body, coming inside her pussy twice. After we finished, I checked the status window while watching her clean my cock of her own accord.

Still the same, huh.

But seeing that even messy darling-sex couldn't budge her affection past ninety-nine, it seemed like some kind of trigger was needed. I'd figure it out as I went. Maybe the answer was raising that sex-affection stat attached at the end.

"A-young. That's enough — come here."

"Mmnn..."

Baek A-young laid her head on the arm I'd stretched out for her. I slid my hand up to her chest and toyed with her breasts as I spoke.

"What do you normally do here?"

"Just... nnh. Support the medical team, or treat emergency patients. Aaahn. S-stop that..."

"Hmm... I see."

Having another ally at the academy was encouraging. Come to think of it, she probably didn't have a single close friend here. What to do about that?

"Won't you be lonely? It must be awkward if everyone's a stranger."

"It is, yeah. There's not a single woman my age on the medical team. But I'll be fine once I settle in, I think..."

The weird one here was Baek A-young, honestly. Landing a job at a place like the academy or the Association at her age was rare. Most people started at the bottom and worked their way up, or if they were truly talented, a major guild poached them with a fat offer. So unless someone had a special reason like Baek A-young's I want to help people, there was no way a young woman would ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠be working at the academy...

"Wait a second."

There was one, actually. Someone who held a professorship at the academy in exchange for research funding.

Professor Lim Sol.

"Hm? What's wrong?"

"You know who Professor Lim Sol is, right?"

"Of course I know the name. What hunter doesn't know Professor Lim Sol?"

She really was famous, huh. I just didn't have much information on her since she wasn't originally a heroine — she might even be on Baek A-young's level.

"I happen to know her personally. Want me to introduce you? You're around the same age."

"Uh, we are the same age, actually...?"

"Even better. Instant same-age friends."

"B-but I've never even spoken a word to her...! It's a little intimidating..."

"Then I'll talk to Professor Lim Sol about it too. If she's open to it, we can revisit this."

"Mm... thanks."

Perfect timing, actually. Lim Sol would be better off with a friend than spending every waking hour locked in her lab. They could go to a café, have nice conversations — how great would that be?

"I should get going. Joint class is probably still going on."

I pulled my hand off Baek A-young's chest and started gathering my clothes.

"Y-you're leaving already?"

Baek A-young gave me the look of a tragic heroine as I prepared to go.

"Already? We've been here for over three hours."

Morning classes were long over, lunch had come and gone, and afternoon classes would be in full swing.

"Then at least... want to grab lunch together before you go?"

"...Well, I suppose I can do that much."

I wanted to get back to class quickly in case some unexpected incident or event popped up... but those pleading eyes of Baek A-young's were a major event in their own right. I couldn't just ignore them and walk away.

"I'll run out and grab something tasty real quick!"

"Let's just go together. The place is surrounded by restaurants — we can eat out."

"O-okay!"

Don't get your hopes up like that. You're about to go eat with a rapist, you know.

"A-young. Are you that happy about going to eat with me?"

"Th-that's not it...! We just need to eat fast so you can leave!"

"Ah, I see. Then let's get ready and head out. How about pasta?"

"Pasta... that doesn't sound bad!"

She was the one who suggested lunch, and now she was acting like this. Funny. I'd have to strip away that act of hers someday, but for now, I still wanted to watch Baek A-young perform.

After pasta with Baek A-young, I headed back to the auditorium. Afternoon class seemed to be free-form sparring — cadets were clustered around in little groups, hanging out. The sparring grounds were packed, and more cadets waited their turn.

"Lee Ho-yeon. Just getting back?"

Professor Kim Jin-hyeok approached as ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠I was looking for Lucy and Rumi.

"Yes, Professor. I rested while getting an IV drip and came back. I'm fine now."

"You sure? You look even more worn out than before."

"...I'm not."

Well, I hadn't gotten an IV — I'd come, so maybe that tracked.

"Glad to hear it. Lucy and Rumi have been worrying about you. Go on — they're waiting at the sparring ground over there."

"Yes, sir! Thank you!"

I ran in the direction Kim Jin-hyeok had pointed, and there they were — Lucy and Rumi.

"Alright, I'm up next!"

Lucy was pouring magic onto the sparring ground with everything she had.

I remembered sparring with Lucy at the start of the semester. Even back then, she'd been stronger than that short second-year ranked eighth. So how much stronger was she now? The answer was unfolding right in front of me.

Lucy's specialty — Flame Arrow. Over a hundred burning shafts rained down on her opponent, who immediately started screaming that they forfeited.

"Okay! Won again! Next! Who's next?!"

"Lucy! That was amazing!"

One identical twin bouncing around on the sparring ground, the other cheering from below — it looked like a scene out of a comedy.

"I'm back, girls!"

I walked over to Lucy and Rumi.

"Huh? Lee Ho-yeon!"

The moment Lucy heard my voice, she leaped down from the sparring ground and ran over. Rumi whipped around too, eyes going wide as she approached.

"Ho-yeon! You suddenly left with the nurse and I was so startled..."

"I'm fine. Got an IV and I'm all better."

"Lee Ho-yeon! You should've come earlier! You missed my fifteen-win streak...!"

"Calm down, calm down."

I spent the rest of afternoon class watching Lucy's spars, using fatigue as my excuse.

After class, I saw the twins off and headed back to the dorm. Maybe because it hadn't been long since we'd started our secret-friend arrangement, Rumi didn't give me those sex-demanding looks like last time.

But what about Lucy?

Her affection had shot up after we resolved the Felix incident. She still seemed to like me, but unlike the other heroines, I wasn't maintaining that affection through sex — we were just hanging out like friends. If her feelings cooled off, I'd be in trouble.

I could use some kind of trigger...

I'd worry about that later. I'd arrived at the dorm, so I opened the door.

"You're back?"

"Yeah. Stream over?"

"Yep, but I was hungry so I already ate."

"That's fine. I had a late lunch, so I'm skipping dinner."

I chatted with Liliana, who was lying on my bed in the living room, then took a shower. After changing into something comfortable, I lay down next to her and checked Everyday. I had to stay on top of the daily issues so I wouldn't miss any incidents.

"What the hell is this."

The second I opened Everyday, eighty-five alerts were waiting. Every last one was a personal message request.

"..."

Messages like that — eighty-five of them, all sitting in my inbox.

No way they all just happened to check my profile and send these. Did a video leak?

I pulled up Everyday's recommended posts.

"Hmmm..."

The reaction was way too intense.

I hadn't even used Combat Sense properly, and while I'd used Acceleration a little, I'd never gone all-out with it. I'd deliberately held back Spiral, my offensive technique, and only used basic magic against them.

And they were still losing their minds over this...

"Am I actually crazy strong?"

Terrifying. I scare myself sometimes.

"What are you rambling about now."

Thump. Liliana punched me in the chest for patting myself on the back.

"What are you even looking at? Is that your video?"

"Wanna watch?"

Liliana and I pressed our faces together and played the combat footage on my smartwatch.

"Oh, not bad... wait?"

Liliana's eyes grew wider and wider as she watched my barrage of magic.

"Whoa, whoa, what the hell is this. Are you insane?"

"This, my dear, is your Master's power."

"That's amazing, that's amazing!"

Liliana nuzzled her face into my chest and snuggled up against me. She didn't usually act like this when we weren't having sex, but this time she looked genuinely delighted.

What's she thinking?

I was curious just how proud of me she was to cling like this, so I opened the status window.

"...?"

What the hell did that mean?