Chapter 12: Ex-Instructor Gawella (27) - Strong Body and Mind, But a Weak Backdoor [4]

Inside the cave, an unbelievable sight unfolded—one that was hard to accept even seeing it with my own two eyes. There were two people. The Easterner and Gawella. They were together. Way too close together.

"…Huh?"

The Easterner lay naked on the ground. His legs were spread wide, and kneeling between them was Gawella in her usual bikini armor. Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! At first, I thought she was swinging some kind of club. But looking closer, what her hand gripped was the Easterner's bare cock.

Th-that thing?

It wasn't just huge—it was thick. Even from a distance, its presence was overwhelming.

No, wait. Why the hell…?

The size of that Easterner's dick wasn't the point right now. Why was Gawella gripping it like that?

Slurp! Lick! Slurp! Smack!

But Gawella wasn't just stroking it. She was down there licking his asshole. She was so absorbed in it that she hadn't even noticed Bigsim's noisy arrival.

During the hours I'd spent searching for her, all sorts of awful scenarios had flashed through my mind. But the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠scene before me was worse than all of them combined.

"Gawella, are you oka…?"

"I came to…"

Soon, the players who'd been tailing Bigsim closely poured into the cave. Like him, they froze at the sight.

Gawella still hadn't noticed them. She was just focused on pumping her hand and wriggling her tongue. Her eyes, fixed only on the Easterner man's face, shone with the look of a woman utterly in love.

"G-Gawella! Wh-what the hell are you doing?!"

Bigsim finally snapped out of it and bellowed.

"Bigsim? The examinees?"

Only then did Gawella spot Bigsim and the men, showing a flicker of surprise. But it wasn't the embarrassment of getting caught in something lewd.

"Sion. Looks like they came to fetch us."

"See? I told you it was about that time, so we should get ready. I even put my clothes back on, but then you suddenly…"

"But I've cum more than ten times already. I wanted to make Sion cum one more time too."

Even as she said this, Gawella's hand never stopped teasing Baek Sion's cock. Meanwhile, as the men's eyes adjusted to the cave lighting, they took in the full scene.

"This is… what the…?"

The cave floor was smeared with fluids from man and woman alike. And it wasn't just the cave. Gawella's firm thighs and long calves—the ones every guy ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠drooled over—were streaked with the man's semen and pubes. And for some reason, her lower belly, exposed below her bikini armor, was red and swollen. Even… on Gawella's cheek, as she chatted with Baek Sion, there was what looked like one of his pubes stuck there.

"Sorry, everyone. Just wait a bit. Sion hasn't cum yet."

Gawella showed no shame whatsoever. That only confused the men—Bigsim included—even more.

"Y-you Easterner! What the fuck did you do?!"

Only then did Baek Sion react. Keeping his lower body still, he twisted his upper body to glance back.

"You… that's…?"

Only then did Bigsim and the men notice the deep kiss marks covering Baek Sion's neck and chest.

What the hell is this?

I was savoring Bigsim's despairing face when a weird message popped up. Opening my inventory, I saw black energy swirling inside the transparent crystal orb I'd picked up in this cave earlier.

It absorbs emotions? It hadn't reacted at all while I was with Gawella, so it must only take in negative ones. Worth testing more.

"Easterner! Answer me! What did you do to Gawella?!"

Bigsim yelled again. His face and voice were murderous, like he wanted to strangle me right then. But he didn't dare come closer—not because he feared me, but because he lacked the guts to face Gawella up close. Still, his pants were tented hard. The others too.

Slurp, smack. Slurrrp. "Sion, what the hell is Bigsim talking about?"

Gawella, face buried in my ass, tilted her head in confusion.

"Those guys think I raped you with some cowardly trick or something."

"What? What nonsense is that?"

She furrowed her thick black brows and straightened up. Still skillfully stroking my cock with her hand, she addressed Bigsim and the others.

"I was simply drawn to Sion's strength."

"G-Gawella! What do you mean? How strong can a loser like him even be…?"

"He's strong. Sure, in combat he's not quite at my level yet, but he has the potential to catch up in no time."

"That's why I got excited. I begged him to satisfy me, and he did—with that amazingly huge cock and skills. Over and over. It felt like walking through heaven."

"Th-that's…"

Bigsim and the men clearly didn't want more details, but Gawella kept going.

"And Sion's handsome. Just my type. He's considerate too, and above all, insanely virile. He came eight times inside me, but look—he's still rock-hard."

The Yaka tribe doesn't lie. I'd just egged her on to mess with those guys more, but it ended up letting me hear how she really saw me. Not a bad feeling.

The orb's corruption was stacking up nicely. Not just Bigsim—the others were despairing too.

"N-no way. Gawella, didn't you like me?"

"What nonsense is that?"

"Y-you said my determination was cool!"

"That's true, but you're not special. Anyone who challenges me is cool."

With that to Bigsim, Gawella turned back to me.

"The one I see as special right now is only Sion."

"G-Gawella! Remember! That first day we met—it was fate…"

"Bigsim. Unless it's important, save it for later. Sion's about to cum."

Gawella cut him off and leaned back over me with a grin.

"Sion. I'll take it in my mouth. Ahm."

She engulfed my cock, flicking her tongue and sucking hard with her lips. Her left hand stroked the shaft while her right gently massaged my balls. Pure devotion. My urge to cum surged even higher.

"Gonna cum!"

Gulp, gulp. Gawella swallowed every drop.

"Thanks. Let me clean you up."

I cast Purifying Light on her, then on myself, washing our bodies before getting dressed.

"Looks like the staff are waiting outside."

"Yeah. Time to go."

"Kinda sad to leave this place."

"Next time, somewhere even better."

"Next time… Looking forward to it."

As we gathered our gear and headed for the passage, the men parted with dazed faces. Bigsim knelt on the floor, lost.

"Oh, right. Bigsim. I do owe you thanks."

"Th-thanks?"

At Gawella's words, hope flickered in Bigsim's blank eyes. He slowly lifted his head—only for it to drop even lower in devastation.

"I heard you pushed Sion off the cliff. Bad intentions, sure, but thanks anyway. It gave me this meaningful time with him."

"Wh… what?"

"If not for you, I'd never have had this chance."

Bigsim's eyes shook violently. He'd finally realized. All this happened because he kicked me off that cliff.

"Yeah, thanks to you, I had a great time."

So I thanked him too. And topped it with congratulations.

"Ah. Now you can leave without regrets, right? Congrats."

I patted his shoulder and walked out. Gawella stuck close by my side, and I draped my arm over her shoulders for all to see.

"Grgh… grrrgh… Uwaaaaaah!"

A gut-wrenching scream echoed from the cave, followed by—

The director of Gorshion Village's job training ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠center had a throbbing headache.

"Gawella. What the hell is all this?"

An absurd mess had unfolded. Examinees fighting and causing an accident was bad enough. But compared to what followed, it was nothing.

She'd fucked an examinee in the cave. Not only didn't she hide it—she admitted it in front of the others and even gave him a blowjob… Chaos everywhere.

"And then you just quit? What are we supposed to do?"

To top it off, Gawella had announced her retirement the moment she got back. A nightmare for the director.

But Gawella faced him head-on.

"Director. You're too greedy. Haven't you profited enough from my looks all this time?"

"Kh-hm!"

He was nailed. Thanks to her stunning appearance, they got tons of Weapon Master exam applicants—repeat challengers just to see her. The center had quietly milked that for profit. Who knew she was aware?

"And did you forget the contract? I took this instructor gig in a backwater like this to find real talent."

"Well… true."

He knew. She wasn't the type for a rural post. Big organizations had courted her, but she'd chosen this for one reason: scouting hero candidates for true gems.

"I found that talent. No reason to stay."

"B-but…"

"Director. Give it up. You knew I was leaving in a month anyway."

"Even that month would help…"

"Pointless. I'd rather train Sion."

"Ugh… Is this Baek Sion guy really that great?"

"Of course."

Gawella's eyes sparkled at the question. She flashed a blissful smile and declared:

"Meeting Sion is the greatest stroke of luck in my life."