Academy's Savior

That's Seong Ha-ri's son?!

Choi Jeonghwa's mind spun into chaos in an instant. If the other party was Seong Yujin, Seong Ha-ri's son, any schemes would be nearly impossible. She herself was one thing, but Seong Ha-ri was absurdly overprotective of that boy.

Slap. Slap.

"Dayeon, your pussy tastes so good."

"Haaang—spank my ass… spank it…!"

Seong Yujin rolled his hips and brought his palm down on Choi Dayeon's ass exactly the way she begged. Crack. Smack. Dayeon cried out with every strike. Anyone could see she was loving every second of it.

That girl… she ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠had this kind of kink?

Choi Jeonghwa's mouth fell slightly open. A sticky fluid was dripping in thick strands from where Dayeon and Yujin were joined—proof of just how thoroughly her daughter was drowning in the sex.

Kids these days are something else… Doing it with every light in the room on like that… Aren't they embarrassed? Is sex really that good to begin with…?

Choi Jeonghwa had never once enjoyed sex. She had slept with her current husband two or three times when conceiving Dayeon, but the experience had been more unpleasant than anything. After the pregnancy, she had never done it again. Even when her husband asked, she ignored him. She simply did not like other people touching her body.

I thought she took after me and hated physical contact too…

Looking at this, that clearly was not the case.

"Ang! Aaaang! Ang!"

The daughter wailing and moaning like that was so alien that Jeonghwa almost doubted she was looking at her own child.

Yujin suddenly seized a fistful of Dayeon's hair and yanked hard.

That crazy bastard—whose hair does he think he's pulling?!

One of the things Choi Jeonghwa and Choi Dayeon hated most was anyone touching their hair. Grabbing it? That was a declaration of total war. Dayeon, in particular, had once gotten into a full fistfight with a classmate who had grabbed her hair as a child.

But the Dayeon in front of her did not lash out. She simply let her head be dragged wherever Yujin pulled. Thanks to that, Jeonghwa could see her daughter's face clearly—flushed cheeks, unfocused eyes, saliva trailing from parted lips. The face of a slut lost in sex.

"Hnnngh… mmm… kiss me… kiss me…!"

"Don't get cocky. I already taught you how you're supposed to ask."

Crack!

Yujin spanked Dayeon's ass again. That full, heavy rear rippled, and a vivid red handprint bloomed across the pale skin. Dayeon shuddered. Juices gushed from her pussy and soaked the sheets.

"Please… please kiss me, Master…! Hurry!"

Dayeon stuck her bright red tongue out toward Yujin. The spit-slick tongue writhed like something alive, coaxing him. Yujin smirked and caught it between his lips, sucking hard.

"Chuuup… haah… mmmph…! Mm!"

Feeling Dayeon's pussy clamp down hard again, Yujin grabbed one of her breasts and came inside her. They clung to each other, twitching through the peak of their climax.

Watching in secret, Choi Jeonghwa jolted. White fluid kept pouring endlessly from Dayeon's sex around the cock still buried inside her. Just looking at that scene was enough to make anyone worry she was already pregnant.

If Dayeon gets pregnant, then an abortion…

Abortion.

Even Choi Jeonghwa could not force that on her own daughter. A daughter's child was the family's child as well. More than that, her father would never permit it.

Father would be furious… no. He wouldn't be furious, would he?

If Dayeon's partner had been some ordinary man, maybe. But Seong Yujin was no ordinary man. Seong Ha-ri's bloodline alone commanded respect, and he was believed to possess talent rivaling Ha-ri's own. On top of that, Yujin's family was the Jinryeong Seong Family—older, by pure history, than Jeonghwa's own house.

Father would actually be pleased. Even I think Seong Ha-ri's son would be fine…

Choi Jeonghwa nodded to herself. An ordinary man would have been one thing. Seong Yujin was acceptable.

Interfering in my daughter's romance would just be meddling at this point.

Dayeon was no longer a child. She would handle herself.

Feeling as though her daughter had grown up all at once, Jeonghwa started to turn away.

Click. Click.

The sound of a camera shutter. Unease crawled up her spine. Startled, she whipped her head back and pressed her eye to the gap in the front door.

Yujin was holding up his phone, photographing Dayeon sprawled across the bed. Lost in pleasure, Dayeon was completely unguarded—she made no move to hide her face. Her swollen, flushed pussy was a filthy mess of hair and semen.

After a few more shots, Yujin straddled her soft breasts and shoved his dirty cock toward her mouth.

"Hey, Choi Dayeon. Clean my cock."

"Ah—"

Dayeon cracked her eyes open and, by pure reflex, parted her lips and lapped at Yujin's cock with her tongue. When he pushed his hips forward, she opened wide and took him down.

"You're getting pretty good at this."

Yujin smiled with satisfaction and stroked her hair.

Watching it all, Choi Jeonghwa's pupils trembled.

That atmosphere is nothing like lovers! And earlier… what did Dayeon call him? Master? D-don't tell me…

Was Dayeon being blackmailed? If so, the photos and the way she called him Master both made sense. The one thing that still bothered her was that Dayeon's face was not the face of a woman being forced.

…She's acting to keep that bastard happy. Looking at how he grabs a girl's hair and spanks her ass, his personality is just as rotten as his mother's.

Jeonghwa was deeply unsettled. Part of her wanted to burst into the room right then, drag Dayeon out, and tear into Yujin. But thinking about the aftermath made that the worst possible move. If she intervened, Dayeon's pride would take a hit. And then there was the problem of Seong Ha-ri.

Seong Ha-ri. Knowing her, she wouldn't scold her son for anything—she'd take his side instead.

If Seong Ha-ri went all out, even Choi Jeonghwa would struggle to handle her.

Jeonghwa bit her lip. The mask pack stuck to her face peeled off and dropped. She crouched, picked it up off the floor.

The best option… is for me and Seong Yujin to settle this between the two of us.

The other party was still just an academy student who had never properly entered society. Choi Jeonghwa was confident she could talk him around.

Money, elixirs, artifacts—his eyes will light up. If it comes to it, I can even hand him a small company. Kids his age love being called 'boss.'

"Aaang! Ang! Ahhhnn…!"

Dayeon's cries started up again. Yujin had hooked her right leg over his shoulder and was driving into her pussy. Dayeon panted, breasts bouncing with every thrust.

Dayeon. Just hold on a little longer. Mom will get you out of that bastard's grip…!

Choi Jeonghwa forced her eyes away and stood. From crouching so long, her lower back and abdomen twinged with a sharp ache as she rose.

My first-year Class 4 had already decided to run a butler-and-maid café for the culture festival. The decision had been made before I even transferred in.

Honestly, I was not looking forward to it.

In the Baekhwan world, real maids wait on me hand and foot. What's a maid café compared to that…

Next to the maids of Baekhwan, café maids offered pathetic service. They did not suck my cock. They did not climb on top of me and serve me with their pussies.

I had zero motivation, but as a member of first-year Class 4, I had no choice but to cooperate with the culture festival activities.

"Seong. Want to try brewing some black tea?"

The class president of first-year Class 4 walked over and asked.

So he wants to stick me in the kitchen as a black-tea machine.

Given my personality, that might actually be better than waiting tables.

I took the tea set he handed me and brewed black tea—not with a teabag in hot water, but by steeping actual leaves.

"Whoa… you brew black tea ridiculously well. Have you worked in a teahouse before? This is no ordinary skill!"

The class president tasted it and kept gushing. People crowded around. I ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠had to brew tea for them too.

"This is seriously good. Completely different from anything I make."

"Even the aroma is rich."

"Now I want cake…"

"I didn't know tea could taste this different depending on who brews it…"

"Totally different from teabag tea."

Everyone who tried my tea heaped praise on me.

I narrowed my ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠eyes at them. I half-suspected a hidden camera.

I just roughly copied how Yuria does it… ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠and they think it's that good?

I could not believe it, so I took a sip of the tea I had steeped myself.

It's mediocre.

Compared to Yuria's, it was garbage. Not undrinkable, but nothing I wanted more of.

"Seong is confirmed as a butler. Work as a butler for us."

"…Hold on. A butler? Not the kitchen?"

"Our café has the maids and butlers brew the black tea themselves. Just waiting tables is boring—then there's no point doing a butler-and-maid café at all, right?"

"I'm bad at serving."

"It's fine. It's not hard. A little practice and you'll get it."

I tried to refuse, but everyone was sparkling at me, begging me to be a butler. Turning them down coldly here would wreck the nice-guy image I had carefully built. With a reluctant look, I accepted the class president's proposal.

"On one condition. Dayeon works as a maid too."

"Dayeon's already in. It'd be a waste if she didn't do the maid role."

The class president's execution was sharper than I expected.

After that, I was forced to attend the class meeting. It dragged on for two hours. Most of it was about interior design.

Can't we just go with something easy?

I faced Shinbo Reika in the training room. She had requested a spar. In the original story she would have sparred with Hyodo Yuuki, not me—so this was an excellent situation.

Throwing the match on purpose was obviously out of the question. Crushing her overwhelmingly and needling her pride and self-esteem was the way to go.

"Thanks for agreeing to spar."

"No problem. Passing up a chance to spar with Arashi Academy's number one would be stupid."

I checked Reika's status window. She was clearly top-tier among the academy first-years—excellent stats across the board.

Her favorability was quite high as well. Giving up Tsukuyomi's Magatama to save her had been worth it.