An Annoying Fellow (1)
Kim Isabel had gone and reached an orgasm just from having her breasts touched in a man's home, and as if that weren't enough, she'd even gushed outright at her climax.
Anyone else might have found it a little difficult to gloss over such a mess naturally, but thankfully, she had access to holy power.
"I-It's all done now, Seonho."
I had turned my gaze away at her request, and by the time I looked back, the sofa and her clothes were spotless once more. She had used the holy spell Purification to erase the traces of the fluid she'd left behind.
For the record, Purification is a spell that gets used fairly often in the original novel as well. Of course, since the original isn't an erotic novel, it was never used to clean up evidence after an act like this.
"I'm, I'm sorry. I lost myself for a moment and committed an indiscretion in your home, Seonho…"
"It's fine. If anything, that spot looks even cleaner than before."
"……"
I wasn't just being polite—Isabel's holy power really had left that one section conspicuously cleaner than the rest. The sofa, which had presumably seen years of use, was practically gleaming like new on one half alone.
Maybe she knew it too, because she hung her head in embarrassment. From now on, every time she came over, she'd look at that half-shining sofa and blush just like this.
Judging by that reaction, she doesn't even know what a squirting orgasm is yet. Which means there'll definitely be real satisfaction in breaking her in to my tastes from here on out.
The way she phrased it as having "committed an indiscretion" suggested she was thinking of it as roughly equivalent to wetting herself from a sudden surge of pleasure. Well, the composition might be similar, but the principle is entirely different.
With a blank slate like this, the training takes longer, but molding her into exactly what I want is easy. If anything, I'd bet opening up her back door would go far faster than it did with Cha Eunju. Since she has no canonical concept of what sex entails, she'll presumably file away each new act as something roughly equivalent to the last.
"Let's keep what happened today a secret if we can. I don't mind that you touched my body—a man's body—but the reverse is a little risky, as you can imagine."
"…I, I had no intention of going around telling anyone about something so embarrassing anyway."
"I personally wouldn't care if rumors spread, but that's not true for you, Isabel. A story about a priestess having her breasts touched by a man isn't the kind of thing that should get around. Right?"
"You're right, Seonho."
At this point, the wrap-up is flawless.
I'd established a relationship with Kim Isabel that included doing lewd things together, but nothing that amounted to dating or an official relationship. That's the ideal setup for building a harem through individually tailored training. There's no point letting word get around that I'm openly dating anyone—it would just make my life complicated.
The women who already like me would fight with each other or grow disillusioned with me, and the ones who don't yet would write me off as a romantic prospect before I'd even begun working on them.
Revealing my relationships with other women comes at least after their 'training' is completely finished. Only once they've fallen so deeply for me that they couldn't extract themselves even after learning I'm seeing multiple women.
"It's already past three thirty. You said you need to be back at the church by four, right?"
"Y-Yes…"
"Let's hurry, then. I'll walk you to the Academy Church."
"…Okay, Seonho."
After cleaning away every trace of the visit Kim Isabel had left in my home, I headed to Cheonmu Academy with her in tow… quietly smiling to myself the whole while at the sight of her, who at some point had started calling me "Seonho" instead of "Lee Seonho."
The moment we arrived at the Academy Church and the Suggestion wore off, Kim Isabel—exactly as I'd predicted—panicked spectacularly and fled from me at top speed.
Considering everything that had happened between us today, the reaction was only natural.
Being invited to my home and getting to touch a man's actual equipment was already more than enough; on top of that, her own chest had been fondled too. And she'd even wet herself in front of a man (not urine, technically—shiofuki), so her mortification must have been no laughing matter.
Right now, she was probably so drowning in embarrassment that even meeting my eyes was out of the question.
Until moments ago, the Succubus Heart had given her some measure of immunity to 'lewd acts,' but with that gone, the Kim Isabel left standing there was her usual self, androphobia and all.
"Th-Then, then, n-n-n-next time I'll, s-s-see you, S-Seonho…!!"
Still, she managed a proper goodbye before running off. Should I call that commendable?
The fact that her way of addressing me remained "Seonho" even now suggested her affection had genuinely risen even toward Isabel in her non-suggested state.
I was smiling inwardly at what had been a rather productive day when Yoon Selena approached me and picked a fight, as though it were the most natural thing in the world.
"What exactly did you do to Sister Isabel?"
"I'm sorry?"
"I'd like an explanation as to why she's avoiding you the moment she walked through the door."
…What an insufferable bitch.
Why does this parasite clinging to Isabel get to be so damned disrespectful?
"Am I obligated to explain myself to you?"
"……Excuse me?"
"If you're curious, ask Isabel directly. Regardless of whether you're her acquaintance, I'm not saint enough to give polite answers to a rude woman."
"…Wh-What did you say?! What woman?! Hey!!"
I left Yoon Selena shrieking behind me, her face twisted at my attitude, and walked out of the church.
What was she going to do about it at this point? She couldn't even follow me out—not with evening service looming.
Wearing the mask of a good person is necessary only in front of the heroines. Playing the smiling saint for convenient fuck-hole bitches like her is simply exhausting.
Evening was settling in by the time I stepped into the Archery Department Training Grounds, where quite a few lanes already glowed with 'IN USE' signs. With the semester opening soon on top of it being a weekday, more students than usual had apparently come to train.
Certain that Han Sora would be here somewhere, I scanned the target practice lanes and, before long, spotted her name on a display board.
User: Han Sora
Doesn't look like the door is locked. It usually isn't, to be fair.
Slipping carefully through Han Sora's lane, I spotted the brown-haired girl diligently drawing her bowstring, hard at work as always.
-Shwaaaaak!
"Ah, aah…!"
…Working hard again today, I see. Straining so earnestly at a shot that never quite lands.
Her opponent today was, once more, the Goblin Spearmen—apparently she'd been faithfully repeating the training regimen I'd set up for her. Patting Han Sora's obedient rear end in spirit alone, I crept stealthily up behind her.
-Beep.
Training session terminated.
"Nooooo~!! I was SO close that time!!"
"Yeah, that really was a shame, Sora."
"Right?! If I'd just not missed five shots in a row on the seventh goblin, I'd have—…L-Lee Seonho?!"
She hadn't dreamed I'd be watching, apparently—Han Sora jolted in shock and stumbled backward away from me. Her cheeks tinged a faint pink, probably from having shown me herself so completely unguarded under the assumption she was alone.
"You… you saw…?"
"Saw what? The 'Nooooo~!!' thing?"
"Ugh, aaah! Forget that! Cast a self-buff or something and wipe it from your memory!"
"Mental-type buffs aren't nearly that convenient, Sora."
Not that I'd want to forget it anyway. Han Sora's aegyo is a rare enough sight; erasing it from memory would be an act of pure idiocy.
Same as when I ran into that bastard Seo Woojin the other day—ever since I started coming to the archery grounds, my timing has been suspiciously good.
"S-So, um, what brings you to the training grounds? D-Didn't you say you had a date with Isabel today?"
Han Sora hastily changed the subject, her face still scarlet. It was a transparent maneuver, but there was no need to dwell on what had just happened, so I let it go.
"First of all, it wasn't a date—it was androphobia training. I just finished and I'm on my way back."
"Oh. R-Right…?"
"She said she has to be back at the church by four for evening service. We met up in the morning, hung out a bit, had lunch, talked for a while, and then I walked her back."
"That, that's literally a date, though…"
"It's only a date if I think of it as one. She's not used to men as it is—no reason to pile on that kind of pressure for nothing."
"…Mmm, w-well, that's, that's true."
…Well, well.
I'd deliberately probed her by acting like I had no particular feelings for Kim Isabel, and the reaction I got back was rather promising. A smile that oddly suggested she was pleased I wasn't involved with her.
Sharp as Han Sora is, there's no way she missed Kim Isabel's feelings back at the amusement park. Which means she noticed them and chose silence in exchange for me helping her instead. In other words, she has at least some stake in things not working out between Isabel and me. Whether that's because of her archery training schedule or because she has some feelings for me, either way.
"Don't tell me you've been training since this morning too?"
"Yeah. It's meaningless unless you keep it up consistently."
"I'll wipe the sweat off. Give me your face."
"Ah, okay."
Perhaps recalling how I'd buff her during our usual training, Han Sora offered the top of her head into my hand like it was habit. The moment I moved slightly and dabbed her face with the handkerchief, she realized her mistake and flushed red all over again.
Even if she doesn't 'yet' see me as a man, having your face wiped by a man's hand is embarrassing no matter how you slice it.
That's the trick—accustom her to it bit by bit, just like this.
Savoring the satisfaction of watching her be conditioned little by little, just like Cha Eunju and Kim Isabel before her, I eased my way into the main business of my visit to the archery grounds.
"Looks like your training isn't over yet. How much longer?"
"Hmm… maybe two hours if I go long?"
"Perfect timing, then. Want me to help out for a bit? I could buff you like last time and take a shot or two myself."
"Really? That'd be amazing~!"
The moment I offered to help with her training, however belatedly, Han Sora's face lit up in a smile. Partly to gauge just how much trust she'd accumulated in me, I floated a couple of options for how to proceed.
"We don't have time for both of the usual drills like yesterday… So which would you rather—your regular training, or 'hypnosis training'?"
"…I-I don't really mind either way? Whatever you want to do, Seonho."
"Which one did you feel helped you more last time? I'll go with that as much as I can."
"W-Well…? I-I'm not sure yet, but I think 'hypnosis training' might be better…?"
"…Oh?"
"I-I don't really know either! But you said last time it's better for correcting form quickly, Seonho, so I figured it's probably the better option~."
So last time's 'hypnosis training' left quite the favorable impression on her. And on top of that, the fact that she's comfortable enough with me to shrug off a bit of casual body contact meant our progress was in pretty good shape too.
"Alright, then I'll just help with 'hypnosis training' for a bit."
My own Sora is asking me to hypnotize her. The least I can do is oblige.