Chapter 64
Chapter 64
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 64
Chapter Title: This is Sex (3)
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The restaurant where I always ended up every time I met Ryu Jia.
There, I asked her, who stared entranced at the huge, thick slab of meat that cast a shadow big enough to engulf her tiny face.
"How is it?"
"Big... thick...... and hot. It can be this big......?"
"Keuhuhu. Don't just stare—give it a bite."
"U, uh... Hawp......"
Ryu Jia, so mesmerized by the meat stick that drool trickled down her chin without her realizing, obediently followed my words.
She stretched her mouth open as wide as it could go and chomped down on the massive meat stick.
Just as she said, it was insanely big and thick, so her little mouth could only nibble the very tip.
But even that clumsy nibble was enough to stimulate it, coaxing out the dense, creamy stuff packed inside.
Byuryuruk!
"Keuh?! W-what's that? What's coming out! Salty... sticky... hot......! T-this is......"
"Keuhuhuhu...... Yang Woo-bin's special cheese sauce. Gives my handmade sausage that extra kick."
"It's fucking delicious...... Every sausage I've had before was a joke......!"
Ryu Jia devoured the sausage with wild abandon, lost in the perfect harmony of my handmade masterpiece and its signature sauce—forgetting I was even sitting right there.
Watching her enjoy my cooking that much tugged my lips into a grin all on its own.
But I hadn't whipped up that special sausage just to see her happy face.
No, it was to introduce her to a level of pleasure her everyday meals could never touch.
"Right? On a whole different plane from any sausage you've ever had, yeah?"
"Yeah! Big, thick, massive—and insanely tasty!"
"So what do you call food that's on this kind of otherworldly level?"
"This? Uh...... Hot. T-this...... is sex...? This is sex......!"
The point was to make that pleasure trick her into saying it herself.
"The newbie's big, thick, hot white sauce gushing thick inside me from that special sausage... That counts as penetrative sex......!"
"Teach you one thing, and you get ten. Senior, you've got real talent."
"For real? I'm that good? Keuhuhu, genius like mine knows no bounds."
Ryu Jia took my praise straight to heart, thrusting out her chest with a smug chuckle.
Her breasts were already huge, but jutting them out like that? They looked like goddamn rockets.
To rock tits like that and still think scarfing sausage is sex—so pure.
The thought of taking advantage of this innocent little virgin hit me with a twinge of conscience for a second.
"So, what's next? What's next?"
But the guilt didn't last. This whole thing started because she begged me to teach her about sex.
Plus, she was eating it up with wide-eyed excitement, so guilty or not, I wasn't stopping my plan.
Better than popping her cherry irresponsibly, turning her non-virgin, and ghosting her. In this superhuman world, chastity's huge—you don't toss it away on some horny impulse. No way.
I bullshitted myself with half-justified, half-delusional excuses to greenlight my actions, then spoke to Ryu Jia, her eyes glittering with curiosity and hype.
"Next up: oral sex. Fellatio. Mouth-based sex, plain and simple."
"Ooh...... But we just ate that sausage with our mouths—what's the diff?"
"Oral's all tongue, lips, and throat. No teeth. You don't bite and swallow."
In real fellatio, teeth add that sharp thrill sometimes, but I wasn't teaching her advanced techniques.
"That's wild......"
"And sucking this with just mouth and tongue? That's the real deal."
"T-this...... is an ice cream bar?"
Because my so-called "fellatio" lesson was just her eating a plain ol' cylindrical popsicle.
"Isn't this just eating ice cream? Why call it oral sex?"
Unlike my back-rub that nearly made her moan out loud or my top-shelf handmade sausage that blew her mind, this "oral sex" prop was a bog-standard ice bar. So Ryu Jia clocked the weirdness and called me out.
I'd hoped she'd roll with it, but nah—she pounced on the slip-up. Ryu Jia wasn't some pushover.
Top cadet, genius of geniuses, the Ryu clan's greatest talent ever born—that was her.
Never show weakness in front of a born predator like that.
"Vice-captain, you doubting me?"
But I locked eyes with her, rock-solid, no flinch.
"Not doubting—just, like you said before, newbie, there was obvious special shit. But this? Nada. I cop to knowing less than you here...... but weird's weird, right?"
My confident vibe didn't faze her; she spat it right out, no filter.
Spot on, too. Objectively, I was the weirdo claiming popsicle-sucking was fellatio.
But forcing the absurd? That's strongman's privilege.
On fake sex knowledge, I outclassed her hard—so I just smirked at her logic and jerked my chin.
"Suck it once, then tell me if it's ordinary."
"......Hmph. Fine. Hawp."
My chill tone got a shady side-eye, but she parted her lips slow and took the popsicle I offered.
No teeth, like I taught—tongue out first to wrap the shaft, then slide it in.
The instant her tongue and mouth hit it, suspicion evaporated from her eyes, replaced by electric spark.
"Huuung......!? Chuuu... Puha! W-what is this? Why's it so good? Every ice bar I've had was fake......?"
"'Cause I made it. Me—self-proclaimed ultimate fuckboy, obvious sex god blonde-tanned Yang Woo-bin. You think my handmade beats store-bought slop?"
Why I dominated here? Dead simple.
I fucking cook like a beast.
Normally, customer's king over chef. But hit my god-tier level? Nah, tables flip.
A guy who brews hypnotic eats? Instant top dog.
"Eyes different before and after the suck, huh?"
"U, uh."
Like right now.
She couldn't clap back anymore, cheeks and ears flushing as she dipped her head.
"Knew you crushed cooking and desserts...... but pulling smooth, sweet, clean, nutty, milky, velvety luxury from a popsicle? No clue......"
And there it was—admission of defeat.
"I've got loads more hidden talents you haven't seen, vice-captain. Getting shocked this early? Anyway—so? Ordinary ice bar or what?"
I flashed a cocky grin at her white flag, prodding for the surrender I craved.
Full-on humiliating, but my popsicle owned her mouth—no hesitation.
"N-no! This is sex! Pure sex......! Oral sex! Fellatio!"
"Keuhuhu, good girl."
"R-right?"
I rose from my seat across from her, stepped close, and rested a light hand on her scarlet hair.
Anyone else touching the Blast Dragon vice-captain's head? Instant deathwish suicide.
But fine by me.
"Uh......"
Her body already wired my touch as pure bliss from the earlier rubdown.
So I stroked her hair soft, and she—flustered by the surprise but twitching her lips in delight—got my order.
"Alright, our one-to-ten whiz student—suck that special milk popsicle good."
Waste if it melts.
"A, u, yeah! Sucking it tasty, newbie!"
Command from me, and she beamed—no ego bruise, just grateful nod.
"Hauum. Chuuut. Chuphuu......"
"Keuhuhu, that good?"
"Chuuuup...... Ung!"
Her cheeks caving as she slurped my milk popsicle like a fiend, hooked total—I grinned again and wrapped today's lesson.
The rumor I'd railed Ryu Jia into non-virgin status hit my ears the next day.