Academy's Savior

"Glad that conversation ended peacefully."

The tension drained from Yang Tao's body. With a face finally free of strain, he dismissed the wind that had been wrapping around us.

"The higher-ups want the Hainan situation cleaned up as fast as possible. We leave for Hainan immediately. Transport is already arranged."

Yang Tao spoke in a rush. His subordinates moved in perfect coordination, and a car rolled up as if it had been waiting for the cue.

"Hold on."

I called out to Yang Tao. His face crumpled on the spot.

"What is it. Weren't we finished talking?"

"There's something I need to take care of before we leave. I'd like about half a day."

"Something you need to take care of?"

"Choi Jeong-mun and Oh Il-seong. I can't just leave the bastards who stabbed me in the back alone."

Yang Tao's brow tightened.

The Chinese Hero Association was behind this whole affair. Yang Tao had tried talking to us, but if things had gone sideways he would have used force to drag Seong Ha-ri away whether she liked it or not.

"I've got no intention of fighting you people. So how about you drop the scowl?"

"...Before you get the wrong idea, let me say this first. We used Choi Jeong-mun, yes—but he was the one who designed the trap."

It was hard to believe, but I didn't press him on it.

Revenge against the Chinese Hero Association could wait. A bomb attack on Beijing would be about the right scale.

"I know. Honestly, this is ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠closer to blowing off steam. You're not going to get in our way, are you?"

"As I said, the higher-ups want a swift resolution to the Hainan crisis. We can't afford to burn time on something this small... so we'll help. Choi Jeong-mun and Oh Il-seong. Just those two?"

I smiled and nodded.

Yang Tao picked up his radio and issued orders to his men.

Forty minutes later, Choi Jeong-mun and Oh Il-seong were dragged before me and forced to their knees. Cold sweat slicked their faces as they glanced around, reading the room.

I ground my heel into Oh Il-seong's knee. Bone cracked, and blood sprayed. A shattered fragment punched through the skin.

"Ghk—ghnnn...!"

Oh Il-seong clenched his teeth and endured it. Pride, of a sort. I crushed his other knee the same way, then turned my eyes on Choi Jeong-mun.

Brown skin, short black hair.

Thin lips, a slender build.

Where Oh Il-seong looked tough and manly, Choi Jeong-mun had a sharp, weaselish face. He kept shooting desperate looks at Yang Tao, the picture of a man who thought this was a gross injustice.

"Hey, Lord Yang! This isn't what we agreed!"

"......"

Yang Tao kept his mouth shut. He looked down at Choi Jeong-mun with a gaze thick with irritation. Whatever had passed between them, Yang Tao clearly did not think much of the man.

Which made sense. Yang Tao was Han Chinese; Choi Jeong-mun was ethnic Korean. The Han were never especially fond of the Joseonjok.

"You said help once and it would be over! How can you do this to me?!"

"Quiet. It's all for China. Endure it."

"Lord Yang!!!"

Thud.

Yang Tao kicked Choi Jeong-mun in the head. Choi went over backward, blood streaming.

I fixed Yang Tao with a hard stare.

"Yang Tao. What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"...My apologies. I lost my temper for a moment."

"Don't do it again. This one... is my prey."

Crack!

I drove my foot into Choi Jeong-mun's knee. The joint shattered; bone chips skittered across the floor. Yang Tao frowned and stepped back.

"Oppa."

Seong Ha-ri caught my shoulder.

"Ha-ri. Don't stop me. These bastards tried to kill us."

"I'm not trying to stop you. Just... finish it quickly."

Honestly, I wanted to kill them slowly—but I had to think about my relationship with Seong Ha-ri. I didn't want these two to drive a wedge between us. Reluctantly, I nodded.

Shhk.

Oh Il-seong's and Choi Jeong-mun's heads rolled across the floor.

"Business finished, I take it? Then we head for Hainan."

"How many hours by plane? Roughly six?"

"I'm afraid we can't travel by air. We've prepared a passenger ship instead. I promise a short but comfortable voyage."

"You said it was urgent, and you're not using a plane?"

"Aircraft can't get in. Officially they're claiming monsters along the air routes, but... the truth is wind spirits are blocking the corridors."

"I see."

That made sense. Fighting spirits from inside a plane would put us at a severe disadvantage no matter how you sliced it.

We boarded the passenger ship the Chinese Hero Association had prepared. We were assigned a spacious cabin, but the weather was foul and the vessel rolled hard.

Seong Ha-ri and I had been given VIP rooms. Separate ones—but just to be safe, we decided to share.

An awkward silence settled over us.

I opened my right hand and stared at it. This was the hand that had touched Seong Ha-ri's pussy about three hours ago. Sniff. Quietly, I brought my palm to my nose. The faint scent of her seemed to still cling to it.

I felt eyes on me.

I turned toward Seong Ha-ri. She was staring out the window, pretending she had no idea. I confirmed that her face was flushed a deep red.

I grinned.

Makina.

Makina, who had been dozing at the foot of the bed, pushed herself up.

Go outside for a bit. Keep an eye on Yang Tao—make sure that bastard isn't pulling anything.

Makina flopped back onto the bed and even shut her eyes.

Hey. Listen when I talk to you.

Makina was a spirit. Whether ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠humans had sex or not was none of her concern.

I wouldn't have minded her staying, either... but Seong Ha-ri was another story. Between Makina's appearance and her near-human sense of self, Ha-ri couldn't quite treat her as just a spirit. With Makina in the room, nothing was going to happen.

I'll give you one Spirit Jade.

Makina cracked one eye open.

Two? Are you kidding me? That's crossing a line. Do you have any idea how rare Spirit Jades are?

Makina flipped over with a sharp twist.

A gesture that said she was done talking to me. But I could feel every scrap of her attention locked on me.

There was no way this crafty little spirit didn't care about Spirit Jades. Makina was putting on a show to squeeze more out of me.

You little shit.

I wanted to teach her that getting greedy with me was a one-way ticket to ruin, but I was the one in a hurry right now. I'd thoroughly correct Makina's habits later.

Fine. Two. I'll give you two.

Have you lost your mind? Why three all of a sudden?!

...I'll give you three.

With hands trembling in rage, I handed Makina three Spirit Jades.

The moment she got the three Spirit Jades, Makina stuffed them into her mouth and chewed. In high spirits, she spun circles around me, then turned ethereal and slipped outside.

The spoiler was gone.

"Oppa? Where did Makina go?"

"She went to look at the ocean. Guess she finds the sea interesting."

"Ah. I see."

I fixed Seong Ha-ri with a heated gaze. She seemed to find it hard to bear; she gave an awkward smile and turned her eyes back to the window.

Perfect timing.

While she wasn't looking, I stripped off every piece of clothing until I was bare. I approached her slowly. Sensing me, Seong Ha-ri turned her head—and froze in shock.

"O-Oppa? Wh-why are you completely naked?!"

"Ha-ri. I can't hold back anymore."

I lunged at her. I toppled her onto the bed and sank my teeth into that pure white throat. Her arms and legs flailed in startled confusion. It looked like fierce resistance from the outside, but the force actually pushing me away was weak.

With practiced hands I peeled the clothes from her squirming body. Pants down, shirt unfastened. White panties and a bra came into view. I lifted my face from the crook of her neck. Beneath me, she stared up with a flushed, excited expression.

Red kiss marks were already stamped into her white throat, and through the open shirt her full breasts and firm abs were bare. When I looked at her panties, I swallowed hard. The center was already a little damp. And that soft, slightly raised mound of her pussy was almost painfully adorable.

"Ha-ri. Is this okay?"

"I-If it's you, oppa... it's fine."

An answer I liked. I stripped the shirt from her upper body and carefully unhooked her bra. Her full breasts spilled free with a soft bounce. The pink nipples at their tips were already stiff, asserting their presence.

Looking at Seong Ha-ri's beautiful chest, I thought of the woman she would become decades from now. Of course the younger Seong Ha-ri had smaller breasts and hips. If the future Ha-ri was a fully ripened body, the one before me still carried a fresh, green vitality.

I took her breast in my hand. Too large to fit in one palm. When I squeezed, I felt the springy give, and the areola and nipple stood out more sharply. I took the trembling tip into my mouth and sucked.

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"Haaung?! Th-that feels weird..."

As if a current had run through her, Seong Ha-ri's hips jerked. I suckled her nipple for a long while before letting it go. Fully erect and wet with saliva, it gleamed. The glossy sheen on her areola was almost cute.

"Haa... haa..."

Seong Ha-ri had thrown an arm across her eyes. Her pink lips were parted, showing neat teeth and a tongue already wet and glistening.

Just a little sucking on her nipples and she's already this sensitive... Right. Seong Ha-ri's erogenous zone was her chest, wasn't it?

I confirmed the erogenous zone. A wave of nostalgia hit me. The Seong Ha-ri outside had only had her chest as a sensitive spot before I developed her, too.

Ha-ri still hasn't gotten her head on straight. Perfect, actually. While she's like this, I'll push in before she can pull out or stop me.

My gaze dropped to her panties. The stain that had been smaller than a pinky at the center had swollen to the size of a thumb. Fighting the urge to press my finger into that wet spot, I hooked her panties and drew them down.

The thick thatch of pussy hair, freed from the fabric, sprang up, and from her tightly closed pink folds a wave of heat-soaked moisture hit me full in the face.

"Wow."

The sound of pure admiration slipped out before I could stop it.

"O-Oppa?!"

Seong Ha-ri snapped back to herself and tried to close her thighs, but I was already between them, claiming the space.

"Gently... touch me gently."

She looked up at me with a pitiful gaze, as if she had already given in.

"Of course. I've already touched you once, remember? Don't worry so much."

"Y-Yeah... Oppa, my... down there isn't weird, is it?"

"Down there? Where's that?"

"The place you're looking at."

"Ah. Your pussy. Call it a pussy. You're not a kid—what's with all the embarrassment?"

"You're the one who's way too unembarrassed, oppa."

Seong Ha-ri shot me a sulky look. I reached for her pussy. I brushed the hair aside with my palm and bared what had been hidden. When I moved my fingers lightly, the sealed folds parted. A clear thread of arousal stretched between them and broke.

She was already wet enough to take a cock right then and there.

"Your pussy isn't weird at all. It's incredibly pretty."

I caressed her slowly. Starting with the symmetrical outer lips, I touched the millet-seed clit, then prodded gently at her entrance with a fingertip. I didn't forget to stroke her urethra with a soft, careful touch either.

"Hauk... ah... haang."

It didn't take long for sweet moans to spill from her lips.

Grab.

The cock resting against her thigh was seized. Seong Ha-ri's right hand.

"Hm?"

"It's not fair if only you get to touch..."

"You know how?"

"D-Don't look down on me so much."

It was exactly the level of "just touching."

She didn't even know she was supposed to stroke it back and forth. Even so, the careful consideration in every one of her fingers felt good.

Judging the mood ripe enough, I rubbed my cock against her pussy.

"Ha-ri. Can I put it in now?"

She took one deep breath and answered.

"...Yeah. Come in."