Chapter 703
Chapter 703
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 703
Chapter Title: Academy's Savior
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〈 Chapter 703 〉 Academy's Savior
We boarded a private jet provided by the US Hero Association. The interior was so luxuriously remodeled that even first class would pale in comparison—it was incredibly comfortable. And it wasn't just me and Sung Ha-ri on board. Han So-hee and Sara were with us too.
Han So-hee was there to assist us, while Sara's role was to guide us.
"Yu-jin-ah, how's your first time on a plane? Pretty nice, right?"
"Yeah. It's great."
I answered Sung Ha-ri sitting next to me and peered out the window with feigned wonder.
It was all an act.
This wasn't my first time flying. In the Vampire Detective world, I even had my own private jet.
'A spatial transfer scroll would be faster and more reliable.'
But I had to keep the spatial transfer scrolls hidden. Long-distance spatial magic tech hadn't been commercialized in this world yet.
Sung Ha-ri asked me all sorts of questions, checking if I was uncomfortable. Seeing me sit quietly and adapt well seemed to ease her mind, and she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.
'Finally asleep.'
With Sung Ha-ri out, it was time to make my move. I unbuckled my seatbelt and got up from my chair. Heading forward would lead to the flight attendants; going aft would bring me to Han So-hee and Sara. My body turned toward the back.
'The attendants are beauties too, but I can't fuck them right now. Can't ignore Sung Ha-ri's watchful eye.'
If I forced myself on a flight attendant and her scream woke Sung Ha-ri, I'd be in deep shit. Coaxing them gently would take too much time anyway, and my current condition wasn't up for it.
Han So-hee, who'd been with me for ages, I could fuck right away. But my target wasn't her—it was Sara.
"Sara noona."
"Y-yes. Yu-jin-nim. What is it?"
Sara, lounging back in her seat, spoke up with obvious tension. She couldn't treat me like some ordinary kid.
"Hold on. Come to the back."
My eyes met Han So-hee's, who was seated next to Sara. She pretended not to notice and turned her head away.
"...Yes."
It was bound to happen. With that exact look on her face, Sara stood up. At the rear was a walled-off space for showering and private rest.
I closed the door and flopped casually into a chair. Legs crossed arrogantly, I eyed Sara. She stood rigid with tension, like a subordinate bracing for a scolding from her boss. Her crisp black suit only amplified the vibe.
"Sara noona, I kept my promise. Mom wouldn't have come to America if not for my request. You know that, right?"
"...Yes. We're grateful to you, Yu-jin-nim."
"You said you'd do anything, didn't you?"
"Yes. What do you need me to do?"
Sara's voice trembled.
"You already know, even if I don't spell it out."
I dropped my pants. My cock, far exceeding average size, flopped out onto the chair. Leaning back against the headrest, I flaunted it even more.
"Noona, you're 28, right? Not a virgin at that age, so you know what to do without me saying."
"...Y-yes."
Sara approached with a stiff expression, knelt on the floor, and gripped my cock with both hands. After a final hesitation, she parted her red lips and took the glans into her mouth.
Her wet tongue slid along the underside of the glans. Most people start licking from the tip—it's the easiest and feels best. But Sara was different. Looked like her lover preferred the underside.
"Sara noona, feels good. You're skilled. Got a boyfriend?"
Sara pulled off to answer. A clear string of saliva stretched briefly between her red lips and my glans before snapping.
"N-no. Not right now."
"Surprising. Keep going, noona."
She took my cock back in, deeper this time.
"Glrk. Slurp. Slurp!"
Growing accustomed, she started sucking eagerly. Her blue eyes glanced at my face as she hollowed her cheeks for intense suction. Shame she wasn't a virgin, but it was convenient not having to teach her from scratch.
"Noona, show me your tits."
Sara paused briefly, then kept sucking while unbuttoning her suit jacket and shirt. Her F-cup breasts spilled out, encased in a beige bra. She pulled the bra down to expose them fully.
Her white breasts were flawless, without a single scar. Her skin was so pale that focusing revealed faint veins beneath.
The nipples and areolae were pale pink. Tiny nipples contrasted with enormous areolae.
I reached for her breasts but let my hand drop. Too far to touch.
"Tzup, glrk. Slurp...!"
Sara shook her head, sucking passionately. Her ponytail of blonde hair swayed. The sensation of my glans plunging into her throat felt amazing.
'Her face is all twisted in focus. Sexual Sensitivity Boost has her aroused.'
As her movements quickened, her ample breasts jiggled side to side, captivating me. I wanted to grab and knead that bouncy flesh, but it was out of reach.
After some thought, I lifted my foot. Kicked off my shoe and sock, then pressed it against her breast. The large, firm mound squished under my sole.
"Hngh...!"
Sara stopped fellatio, brow furrowing. Not from pain—quite the opposite. The odd pleasure from her breast being stepped on halted her. Her red lips and my cock were drenched in sticky, transparent saliva.
"Keep sucking."
I grabbed her head with one hand and urged her on. Sara resumed sucking with renewed vigor.
Squelch. Squelch.
Saliva she couldn't swallow dripped down to wet my balls.
I stepped harder on her breast. Tweaked her tiny nipple between my toes, or relaxed and kicked lightly at the tit.
She groaned in distress but kept sucking.
Shudder.
Suddenly, Sara trembled. No touch to her pussy, yet she hit a light climax.
'Thanks to Sexual Sensitivity Boost.'
I gripped her head with both hands and pressed down hard. Her throat clenched around my cock.
"Cumming."
My hips twitched faintly as I unloaded.
"Ngh! Glrk... Hmph...!"
After the pleasant release, I pulled out. Her mouth and chin were sticky with white cum.
She fumbled around, searching for tissue.
"Swallow."
At my commanding tone, she flinched and gulped it down obediently.
"Good girl, Sara noona. But I'm not satisfied yet. Let's move on. First, strip off those annoying clothes."
"......Yes, Yu-jin-nim."
Without wiping the cum from her mouth and chin, she obeyed, shedding her clothes. Her figure shone even brighter naked—no excess fat on her waist, hips as voluptuous as her breasts.
Her hairless pussy was pink, with a prominent clit. It glistened wet, as if to say of course. Sara eyed me, awaiting orders. But I gave none, just stared intently.
Throb!
My cock urged her on.
Hesitant, Sara climbed onto my chair. Lacking confidence to face me—or maybe too embarrassed—she turned around, gripped the armrest, and raised her ass.
'Oh... What a sight.'
She wiggled her hips, seeking my cock. It brushed her thighs and asshole before her slick pussy claimed it. The glans wedged into her folds.
"Th-then, Yu-jin-nim. I'll start."
"Yeah."
"Kuhng!"
Thud!
Her ass slammed down, swallowing my cock in one go. Plump labia mashed flat, inner lips rubbing my root. Warm, wet walls hugged me tight.
"Haah, ahn!"
Her ass rose again. It paused just before my glans slipped free. Her anus winked.
"Hngh!"
Down again, taking me whole. Starting slow, she sped up over time.
"Aaahn! Ahn! Hngk!"
Her blonde ponytail shook; her ass pistoned mercilessly.
Splash. Splash.
She didn't just bounce up and down. Sometimes she rotated her hips, grinding, or rocked front to back. She knew exactly how to work a man's cock.
Then her pace slowed midway. Her pussy spasmed, clear juices trickling down. She'd cum before me.
"Sara noona, too slow."
"S-sorry... Hngh...!"
She gasped and resumed. Glancing sideways, I saw her profile in a small mirror. Mouth agape, drool spilling, sloppy face lost in sex. Her wildly shaking tits made her look even trashier.
Her quickened hips slowed again after not even thirty strokes.
"Slowing down again."
This time, I couldn't hold back.
Smack.
I slapped her ass with my palm.
"Eek!"
Sara lost balance and pitched forward slightly. My cock popped out.
Her gaping pussy cave was visible. Crimson walls webbed with sticky fluids.
"Noona, don't disappoint me. Gonna keep slacking?"
"...Forgive me just once, Yu-jin-nim. I'll do my best."
"Not like it's a big deal. Turn around this time. Wanna see your face."
"...Yes."
Sara turned. Half-reclined in the chair, I looked up at her. Jiggling ample breasts and a lewd, pleasure-drunk expression. Perfect.
She gripped my cock with one hand, rubbed it against her pussy, then guided it in.
"How's my cock? Feel good?"
"Exce-llent... Ahk, haaaahn!"
Squatting over me, she gripped the headrest with both hands and rocked her hips. More stable now, her movements were even fiercer.
Watching her tits dance, I pressed hard on her large clit.
"Hiiiik!"
The reaction was phenomenal. Her pussy squirted like a water gun. Yet she kept going, checking my reaction.
'Not bad.'
I felt my own climax building. No reason to hold back, so I let go. Feeling the hot cum, she looked down at me.
"Keep going."
"Hngh, yes...!"
Squelch. Splat. Obscene sounds filled the air from her pussy. Cum mixed with juices bubbled out.
I groped her breasts as we fucked. Plenty of time before landing in America.
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The plane touched down in Chicago.
This was an unofficial op, so we moved stealthily, guided by US Hero Association staff. They'd prepared everything. We checked into a decent hotel on the city outskirts and took some time to rest first.
Sung Ha-ri needed to recharge for the dungeon raid ahead, to be in top condition. But contrary to my expectations, she grabbed my hand and asked,
"Yu-jin-ah, wanna go out?"
"...Nah. Tired."
"Oh? Then rest up here a bit, and we can eat dinner out."
Excited for our first overseas trip together, she was buzzing. Forgetting her spear and grabbing her camera first was proof.
Sipping cola, I headed to the window overlooking the cityscape. Skyscrapers packed the skyline.
'Spirit Eye.'
My irises turned golden. Lately, I'd been using Spirit Eye whenever I got bored. The more I used it, the more familiar it felt, boosting proficiency. Plus, it revealed things visible only through it.
I focused my gaze. Like binoculars, distant objects sharpened into view.
'Lots of water spirits.'
Expecting earth spirits to dominate flat Chicago, the abundance of water spirits made sense with Lake Michigan nearby. No other types visible.
I concentrated harder.
I could see the wind. Chicago's urban winds funneled toward one spot.
'What the hell.'
The wind's flow was unnatural. Even with all the skyscrapers, this was too contrived. Like something was pulling the wind in.
'What's over there?'