Covert Observation (3)
-Schluup, schlop, schluuup.
“Mmph, nngh, ngh…. Mmm, mmph….”
A slick, wet sound echoing through the quiet training grounds.
And at a sight that her eyes refused to believe even as they witnessed it, Do Yoonchae’s thoughts spun into a tangled mess.
…So in the end, Lee Seonho was just like any other man.
Had he simply been too timid, hesitating even after putting her under hypnosis? Only after watching him finally get his cock into a woman’s mouth did Do Yoonchae’s complicated thoughts begin to settle into some kind of order.
If her impression of Lee Seonho until now had been “a man whose motives you couldn’t read,” then at least in this one moment, his purpose was crystal clear.
Hypnotizing a woman under the pretext of training, then making her suck him off—after seeing that, he wasn’t even worth the effort of a proper evaluation.
…Now that I think about it, Han Sora said something about ‘tuition’ earlier, didn’t she.
Could that be why she was pretending to be under hypnosis in front of him? If his training had actually produced results, and she was playing along with the hypnosis act just to keep it going…
The moment she thought it, everything clicked into place. How a Combat Support Department student could claim second-to-last place in the whole academy. Why Han Sora was now humoring that man to his face, even faking hypnosis for him.
All of it was only possible because that man was holding his training over Han Sora like a leash around her weakness.
“The ones who grab your weakness and squeeze it are the worst, you say?” Hah, what a joke.
Men were all trash, every last one of them. The only difference was whether they were more or less garbage than Do Yoon-sung.
She had almost been taken in by that silver tongue of his. If she had accepted his goodwill at face value, who knew how he would have exploited her down the line.
She might have ended up just like Han Sora over there—weakness seized, unable to resist.
You scheming bastard. I won’t let you have things your way.
Now it was certain. He was undeniably holding onto her secret, and one day he would use it to threaten her.
He’d keep her secret for a while, let the debt pile up, and then start demanding proper payment for his silence.
Well, at least I’ve learned his tricks like this. If nothing else, I suppose that’s a stroke of luck.
Now that she knew, she would never fall for such a despicable scheme.
Thinking that she would have to strike first before Lee Seonho made any strange demands of her, Do Yoonchae slipped quietly out of the training grounds the two of them were still using.
-Schlop, schlop, schluuup….
“Mmmph, mm, mmph…. Mmmm, mmph….”
Han Sora kept my cock between her lips, working her face back and forth with earnest devotion as she continued to pleasure me.
As my dry cock grew slick and messy with her saliva, a hot desire surged up inside me as well.
Just two weeks of evasion-archery training, and she’s already giving fellatio. Definitely faster than I expected.
If I’d been focusing solely on Han Sora, I could have taken it slower. But right now I have to keep pace with Cha Eunju and Kim Isabel’s progress, so I’m rushing a little.
Even in the original story, Han Sora—in the childhood-friend position—was the type who only felt at ease when she was the one who did something first for the protagonist.
Holding hands: she did it first. The kiss: she initiated it. The date: she asked first. Dungeon partner: she experienced it first.
Always reassuring herself that way, and then occasionally getting outpaced when Kim Isabel turned bold or Choi Marie latched on with her subtle physical contact—that was her position in the story.
Granted, even now she’s quite far behind Eunju and Kim Isabel.
Still, as long as she believes she isn’t falling behind, that’s enough. She’s probably sitting there completely at ease, with no idea where she actually ranks in the race.
Keeping everyone’s progress roughly even like this also makes it much easier to hold them together in bed later.
If one of them hasn’t even shown her body yet while another is already doing anal, and she finds out about a gap that big, there’s a real risk she’d lose her drive entirely.
Looks like Do Yoonchae… finally left.
She must have decided there was no reason to keep watching. It’s not like I planned to go any further today, so showing her the fellatio was enough.
Now that it’s gone this far, I can leave Do Yoonchae alone and she’ll take care of the rest herself.
That personality of hers—the one that spun endless delusions all on its own even about that oblivious blockhead Seo Woojin—wasn’t going anywhere. Her head is probably already filled to the brim with nothing but thoughts of what kind of favors she’ll need to perform to buy my silence.
From here on, all I have to do is play ignorant and simply accept her offerings.
-Slurp, slurp….
“Mmmgh, mm…. Nnghmm….”
Setting thoughts of Do Yoonchae aside for now, I turned my attention back to Han Sora, diligently working her lips and tongue below my waist.
It’s her first blowjob—it would feel a bit cruel to think only about another woman. Especially since this first blowjob came even before her first kiss.
Truthfully, compared to what Cha Eunju does, she’s undeniably clumsy. Eunju already had quite a store of knowledge in this department, and her experience giving blowjobs was overwhelmingly greater than Sora’s.
That said, I didn’t dislike the feel of Han Sora’s lips and tongue. There was something about that clumsy-yet-determined effort that felt exactly like Han Sora’s character.
…Still, at this rate I probably wouldn’t finish before the afternoon training session ended, so a little adjustment was in order.
“Sora, open wider and swallow a little deeper for me, okay?”
“Uh, uhmph…?”
A little flustered by my words, she obediently parted her lips wider and took my length a little deeper.
-Churp, churrrp….
“Mmph, ngh, mm…. Mmmgh, mm….”
As my cock brushed against the inside of her tongue, Han Sora seemed to feel a faint discomfort, showing a flicker of resistance.
That probably meant this was her limit for now—the line Han Sora could potentially allow me.
If I forced myself in any deeper than this, things would get a little tricky after the suggestion wore off. I couldn’t leave Han Sora with even the faintest feeling that something had been off.
Rubbing my cock against the soft flesh at the entrance of her throat, I steadily built my own pleasure in my lower half.
After several minutes of moving inside her mouth like that, the sensation of release finally came surging up from below.
Since the natural finale of a blowjob is finishing in her mouth, I held her head firmly in place and whispered to her, a gentle warning.
“Haah, Sora…. I’m, I’m about to come.”
“Ummph, mm…?!”
“I want to finish in your mouth, Sora. Please take all of it, okay….”
“Uuugh, mm…. Mmm, mmph….”
Deliberately acting like it took effort, I grabbed her head with a groan.
And in response, Han Sora let out an ambiguous moan that could have meant yes or no. Judging by the fact that she wasn’t trying to pull her head off my cock, I’d take that as a yes.
After all, from the moment she’d put my cock in her mouth, she must have steeled herself for at least this much. With that thought, I held Han Sora’s head steady and moved my hips a little more boldly into her mouth—
-Tssschruuuut!
“Ughhh?! Mmm, mmmmgh…!!”
Startled by my release pumping straight down her throat, Han Sora’s expression twisted for an instant as hot, sticky liquid filled her mouth.
“Uuugh, mm…! Mmm, mmmph…!!”
Tasting semen for the very first time, she looked utterly flustered, wearing a troubled expression that bordered on a teary grimace.
I gently stroked her head, doing my best to soothe that panic away.
“Haah, S-Sora…. J-just take it slowly like that….”
“U, uuugh….”
“Wrap your lips around it, and ease it out little by little, slowly….”
“Mmph, mm…. Mmmmmph….”
Still unable to hide her flustered expression, she nevertheless obeyed me obediently, sucking the cum out as she wrapped her lips around my cock.
Once she’d drawn out even the last of it from deep inside, her lips slowly pulled away from my waist, and she carefully eased my cock out of her mouth.
“U, uuugh, mm….”
“Now swallow it just like that, Sora.”
“Uuugh….”
“If you spit it out, it’ll be a pain to clean up. Besides… I want to see you swallow it, Sora.”
“U, nghmmph….”
With an expression caught somewhere between a dozen emotions, unable to spit out what was in her mouth, Han Sora darted her eyes around, glancing this way and that.
Then, in an instant, her expression shifted—as though she had made up her mind—into one of quiet resolve.
-Gulp.
“Mm, nghhh…. Haah, mm, mmm….”
Having barely forced down the seed that had come from me, she exhaled like she was finally letting out the breath she’d been holding.
“Haaah, hoo, ngh…. Hooo….”
-Pat, pat.
“Uuugh?!”
“Thank you, Sora. I feel completely relieved now, thanks to you.”
“U, uuuhn…. Y-yeah, Seonho….”
When I stroked her head as a reward for a job well done, she flushed at even that, reacting in a way that was almost painfully cute.
Tucking my cock, softened from a single release, back into my clothes, I tidied up the scene as if nothing had happened at all.
“Get dressed again, Sora. We still have training to finish.”
“Ah, uhn…. R-right….”
She’d been staring blankly for a moment, and only at my words did she hurriedly start putting her clothes back on piece by piece, starting with the bra she’d taken off.
Leisurely observing her rather frantic state, I moved on to setting up the next part of the training.
The moment I finished my shower, I slipped under the covers, carrying the faint warmth still lingering on my skin with me.
Normally I’d be feeling refreshed after washing away the day’s sweat along with the water, but thanks to what happened during this afternoon’s training session, my head wasn’t clear in the slightest.
Ugh, I’ve lost my mind. Why on earth did I say ‘is there anything else you need me to do’ of all things….
…I really must have gone insane, just for a moment.
I’m not actually a pervert or anything. How could I say something like that, right then and there?
Even if I was only pretending to be hypnotized, from Seonho’s point of view, I basically said something perverted without even realizing it.
Still… he just looked like he was having such a hard time.
Seeing him struggle to control even his… bodily urges because of me made my heart go soft, okay?
It was supposed to be my problem in the first place—I just needed to stop overthinking it and focus on the training. All that suffering was happening because of me.
Wanting to help even a little… honestly, that’s only natural, isn’t it?
Thank goodness he didn’t ask me to take off everything too.
Really. If he’d told me to strip completely naked inside that training ground stall, I would have died of embarrassment.
The touching-with-his-hand part and the using-my-mouth part flustered me too, but… those were things I could at least understand.
…But I had no idea men’s semen tasted that bad. I managed to swallow it since it was Seonho’s, but if he asks me to do it again next time, it might be a little tough.
N-no, wait. Next time? Why am I already assuming there’ll be a next time?
I only did it this once because Seonho seemed like he was really struggling. That’s all.
And compared to how much he’s helped me all this time… it’s not really something worth making such a fuss over anyway.
Thanks to Seonho, I’ve been valedictorian at the Academy, caught a terrorist, and held the line against a Monster Wave. If the person beside me back then had been anyone other than him, none of it would have been possible. Definitely.
…Anyway, that training is also helping me get used to the feel of drawing a bow without buffs, little by little.
I haven’t actually decided to do it again next time… yet.
…But if it’s needed, then I should do it.
Only if it’s necessary, of course. Yeah.
Though drinking that stuff again might be a bit hard….
But if I spit it out, Seonho might be disappointed. And it makes cleanup harder later, too.
Isn’t there some way to swallow it without tasting it at all?
🔍 how to swallow without tasting it
I’m just checking. Just in case it might come in handy next time.
…Huh, what’s this one?
…Irrumatio?
Is that different from fellatio?
Well… maybe I should just check what it is first…?