Chapter 80
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 80
Chapter Title: Scenario 9: 10-Day Intern Training
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Meng Soyul's small, pale hand slid down to caress his wrinkled balls.
Her touch was so careful and delicate that you could feel just how cautious she was being.
"Tch... haa... um... slurp..."
She pursed her tiny lips around Nam Siu's glans, sucking on it while her hand gently stroked up and down his balls.
The wrinkles and coarse hairs brushing against her fingertips felt utterly foreign.
She had never touched anything like this before.
Even so, driven by her desire to learn, she tried her utmost to meet his every request.
"Mm..."
A small moan escaped his lips.
She had no idea if this was really pleasing him.
"Slurrrp..."
Unable to spit out the saliva pooling in her mouth, she just let it build up.
"Haa... um... haa... slurp... slurrp..."
After a few minutes of sucking, her jaw started to ache a little.
"Would you lick the base too? That might feel even better."
"Slurp... Yes..."
She pulled the glans from her mouth and swallowed the saliva that had gathered there.
She simply couldn't bring herself to spit it out.
Looking down as she lowered her head, she saw the thing she'd been stroking.
"......"
I can do this. Repeating it to herself inwardly, she bent down further.
He spread his legs even wider to let her small face reach his balls.
"Slurp..."
She brought her lips to his balls, which looked grotesque even to behold.
There wasn't much taste to them. They just gave off a thick, masculine scent.
Lowering her posture more, she licked every nook and cranny with her tongue.
"Haa... um..."
Lying prone like this, her breathing gradually grew labored.
Smooth.
Nam Siu's hand came down, grasped his shaft, and began shaking it gently.
"Ah..."
Not understanding what this meant, she paused for a moment.
"It's fine. Just keep sucking."
"......Yes."
She knew he wouldn't ask her to do anything weird.
Still, a small question flickered in her mind.
Is this something couples normally do for each other?
With zero experience, her mind was a blank slate. The acts they were doing now were starting to embed themselves as the norm.
"Slurrrp... haa... um..."
Not having been washed, it carried a deeper scent.
"Soyul, come up and suck it again."
"Yes."
She took the saliva-soaked glans back into her small lips and sucked on it with wet pops, just like before.
Inside her mouth, she swirled her soft tongue around the glans in circles.
"Ngh..."
Startled by the short grunt from Nam Siu, she looked up at him with wide eyes, still holding the glans in her mouth.
Gush!
In that instant, semen erupted forcefully from the glans, filling her mouth.
There was so much that she had to purse her lips tighter to keep any from spilling.
"Um..."
Gulp. Gulp.
Every shake of his hand sent more semen surging out, forcing her cheeks to puff like a hamster's as she stayed still.
"Haaaa......"
Once it seemed he'd emptied everything, Nam Siu let out a long breath, smiled softly, and lifted the hand that had been shaking his cock.
That hand now stroked her hair, and with a gentle smile and voice, he praised her.
"You said it was your first time, right? You're amazing at it. Your boyfriend's gonna love you so much when you get one. I'm jealous already."
She hadn't expected praise just for using her lips and tongue.
Even so, since she rarely ever received compliments, it made her feel good.
"Can you open your mouth for me?"
She parted her lips, her mouth full of semen.
Moving her tongue stirred the semen around it, releasing a fishy smell and taste that was still unfamiliar.
"Good girl."
Nam Siu chuckled and captured the sight on camera.
"Sorry for letting you taste semen before your boyfriend's lips~."
His apology seemed genuine, so she shook her head.
She had already resolved herself for this.
Besides, in the life she envisioned ahead, there was no room for a boyfriend anyway.
"Now just swallow it."
"Um..."
Though startled by the instruction to swallow, she soon closed her mouth and gulped down the full load of semen.
Gulp.
The slick liquid sliding down her throat felt strange.
Thinner than jelly but thicker than water, it left behind that distinctive scent every time she breathed.
"I swallowed it all."
"Open up one more time."
Meng Soyul opened her mouth toward the camera again.
[Immersion: 50%]
[Discomfort: 10%]
This was the first time I'd filmed a blowjob from such close range for so long.
Maybe that's why, but even after cumming, my dick was still rock hard.
I wanted to squeeze out one more, but to manage the discomfort levels, it was time to pull back.
"Shall we go wash up now?"
And so the light day came to an end.
Today had just been about gently reshaping Meng Soyul's sense of normalcy—not forcing her, but getting her to do what I asked on her own.
Tomorrow, we'd start the real training.
Day 2.
Having gone to bed early last night, I checked my phone and saw it was just past 7 a.m.
Smooth.
Turning my head, I saw Meng Soyul sleeping soundly with soft breaths.
I figured the change in beds might keep her up, but exhaustion had knocked her out deep.
Being careful not to wake her, I lifted the blanket and slipped out.
"Urgh."
Stretching, I headed to the workshop.
There were preparations to make for today's training.
I uploaded the blowjob video from yesterday, downloaded all the source files, and set everything up.
So she could edit the video herself.
Once the setup was done, I pulled out the Scenario Book and checked it.
[Immersion: 50%]
[Discomfort: 10%]
Seeing the immersion exactly at 50%, I let out a hollow chuckle.
"For day two, this is something."
The higher the immersion rose, the less she'd sense anything off about her altered common sense or the situation.
Unless I hit her with discomfort strong enough to override it.
"Eh, good enough."
I tucked the book back into my bag and hid it.
Gurgle.
With preparations done, my stomach signaled hunger.
[AM 07:34]
Rubbing my cheek at the early hour, I noted the schedule started at 8. I'd woken up ahead of the scenario.
"......"
I pulled a cigarette from the pack on the desk and lit up.
Click.
Opening the workshop window, I inhaled deeply.
Fortunately, no one had complained about the smoking yet.
"Fuu."
I tossed the spent butt in the trash and prepared to wake Meng Soyul.
Creeak.
Entering the bedroom, she was still deep in sleep. It almost made me feel sorry for her.
That was her situation, though, and to proceed with the scenario, I drew the curtains.
Swish.
Bright sunlight flooded the bedroom.
Clack.
Opening the window let in the crisp autumn morning air.
"Nngh......"
She huddled under the blanket, clutching it tighter against the light and chill.
Smirking, I sat on the edge of the bed and said,
"Soyul, time to get up."
"Grandma... five more minutes......"
She still thought she was at home. Made sense—she'd never stayed out overnight in her life, so the mix-up was understandable.
"Want to sleep more?"
"Yes.... Huh...?"
Sensing something off, Meng Soyul opened her eyes and stared at me blankly.
Puffy eyes and tousled hair.
Yet her tiny face hid it well.
Seeing her still not fully awake, I asked,
"You want to sleep more?"
"Ah, no.... I'm fine."
Startled, she scrambled out of bed in a fluster.
"You could sleep in."
"I-I'm fine......"
"You looked tired."
"It's my first time sleeping in a bed like this......"
An unexpected answer. I stroked her head gently.
"Sleep well?"
"......Yes."
Remembering her duties, she rubbed her eyes and said,
"I'll make breakfast."
"Okay."
I felt sorry for her but didn't stop her. Her role was clear.
She'd handle all the housework in exchange for my lessons.
I hated chores, after all.
We headed to the living room together, and I plopped on the sofa, turning on the TV.
Glancing at the kitchen, I saw Meng Soyul bustling about preparing breakfast.
Her small frame pattering around, but the clothes she wore bugged me.
When U Dahee was here, she'd worn leggings or stretchy pants, but Meng Soyul had on old, worn fabric.
"......"
I hadn't thought much when U Dahee did it, but now it felt like I was exploiting a kid too harshly.
Her outdated clothes only amplified that.
"It's ready."
Having prepared breakfast—and apparently woken up fully—she called me with her usual brevity.
"Okay."
Over breakfast, I explained the day's schedule.
"Morning's theory class, afternoon you'll try editing yourself."
"Yes."
"Mm~. You can do it, right?"
"Yes, I can."
I just nodded to her earnest reply.
Meng Soyul.
During her stay here, she had duties.
Meals, cleaning, laundry.
And one more.
To prepare my morning shower, she turned on the boiler and entered the bathroom.
Watching lukewarm water at just the right temperature pour from the showerhead, a twinge of envy hit her.
"......"
No city gas meant using LPG, which sometimes ran low and turned cold midway.
Shaking off the envy, she stepped out and reported,
"Sunbae, shower's ready."
Nam Siu rose from the sofa where he'd been watching TV.
Change of clothes already set out in the bedroom.
Just like prepping outfits for her little siblings before daycare—no big deal.
"Soyul, you come in too. You have to wash me."
"Ah..."
The unexpected request froze her mind for a second.
Was there something like that? Then, like a stream flowing into the center of her thoughts, it came:
[Assisting your supervising superior's shower during intern training stay is basic common sense]
Doubting whether such common sense had ever existed was a luxury she couldn't afford.
[Immersion: 51%]
Higher immersion turns lies into common sense, making them real.
Plus, her desire to pass reduces discomfort further.
[Discomfort: 8%]
With one rationalization complete, Meng Soyul's expression changed.
"Sorry, I forgot."
There was a huge difference between yesterday and today in how readily she accepted the new common sense.