Chapter 10
Chapter 10
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 10
Chapter Title: As Per the Contract
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Relieve my sexual urges?
What the hell is this lunatic babbling about?
Yoo Harin doubted her own ears, her face frozen in a blank expression.
Her cheeks burned with shame as her lips moved soundlessly.
She couldn't put her current feelings into words.
Embarrassment? Panic? Rage? Disgust? Irritation? Humiliation?
An indefinable emotion spread through her entire body.
"……."
"……."
The heavy silence stretched on for a moment.
"You bastard! I'll kill you!"
Yoo Harin shrieked, channeling the mana within her.
Kang Woojin had spent the whole day educating her on proper deference, but right now, none of that mattered.
Well, the effects of their master-servant dynamic lingered somewhat.
The fact that "son of a bitch" came out as "you bastard" instead showed that much...
Crunch!
Yoo Harin's hand became covered in fur, transforming into a beast's claw in an instant.
Just like the night before when she'd beaten down those thugs.
The cramped space prevented her entire right arm from changing, but with her claws sharpened, she lunged at Kang Woojin.
Swish.
It was right then.
"……!"
When Kang Woojin raised his tablet like a shield, Yoo Harin flinched.
No matter how she looked at it, her position hadn't changed at all.
"You, you...!"
"Calm down and sit."
"Do I look calm right now?! And stop ordering me around!"
Yoo Harin pulled back her hand and raised her voice again, pouring out all the frustration she'd built up since midday.
She was seriously pissed.
Her glare was so fierce it seemed like beams might shoot from her eyes.
'One wrong move, and I'll be torn to pieces.'
In stark contrast, Kang Woojin asked calmly.
"You planning to break the contract?"
"There was nothing like this in the contract!"
"You promised to do what Cynthia did for me."
"Wh-what?!"
"House chores around here include this."
He said it as casually as eating a meal or using the bathroom—like it was just how things worked in this house.
His nonchalant tone and blank expression slightly deflated Yoo Harin's anger.
"D-don't lie!"
Her momentum broken, she shot back in disbelief.
"Cynthia's the class president! That goody-two-shoes wouldn't do something like that! I'll check with her!"
"How? Gonna call and ask if she jerks me off?"
No matter what, she couldn't ask something so bluntly.
Kang Woojin, fully aware of that, pressed on boldly.
"Go ahead, call her. Want the number?"
"Ugh......"
Asking in the first place was no easy task.
No matter how she softened it, prying into someone's private life was off-limits.
Especially since Yoo Harin was still a virgin.
The barrier was sky-high.
'Did Cynthia really do that? Am I the weird one?'
Yoo Harin's thoughts spun in chaos, her head growing foggy, her common sense crumbling.
"For real? Everyone else does this stuff so casually except me...?"
"Statistics say the average age for first time is 19."
"Liar......"
"Of course, experienced people are more likely to respond to surveys, so the sample's biased—reality's probably a bit higher."
"……."
"You know the bathroom at the end of the third-floor annex at the academy? Check the trash there—used condoms every single day."
"No way that's true......"
"Don't you even know what your friends are up to?"
"Choi Si-hyeok's the only guy I'm close to! What's wrong with that?"
"There are girls too, right?"
"Even if there are, they don't talk about that stuff! Except for a few who are into it!"
"Anyway, don't overreact. Talking or acting sexual isn't bad, and you're an adult now."
Yoo Harin, who had looked ready to beat Kang Woojin to death moments ago, finally hung her head.
"Plus, since it came up—it's not a bad opportunity for you either."
"What...?"
"Get some experience ahead of time."
Kang Woojin launched into full gaslighting mode.
Wrapping utter nonsense in the nicest packaging.
"People always misunderstand—guys generally like girls who are proactive and good at it."
"Good at it...?"
"Who'd want a girl who's passive about everything and just curls up in bed?"
"Is that so...?"
"From your reaction, seems like you're a virgin, Harin. Don't believe me? Ask your friends next time. Oh, but the delinquent types love to bluff. Admit you're a virgin, and they might look down on you."
"Look down? Why?"
Yoo Harin frowned slightly as she asked.
"If a new friend said they've never partied before, what's your first thought?"
"Loser?"
"Exactly."
"That's different from this."
"You prefer friends who know how to have fun or ones trying it for the first time?"
"The former. But don't guys usually like pure girls?"
"Not all guys are into virgins. Otherwise, no one would like married women."
He meant plenty of guys prefer experienced women.
"……."
"……."
"……?"
"……?"
Suddenly, Yoo Harin blinked and tilted her head.
"Isn't liking married women a no-go?"
"Ah, right. In reality, that's dangerous. Just an example."
She pondered his smooth explanation.
'If he's right, does Si-hyeok like experienced girls too...?'
It kinda made sense.
Choi Si-hyeok was always surrounded by girls—he'd probably had tons of sex.
'Don't want him comparing me to some other girl later...'
With that thought, Yoo Harin's view on experience flipped completely.
"But why do I have to do it with you?"
A sliver of resistance remained.
"We have a contract."
"……."
"And girls who sleep around look slutty. You don't want that, right?"
"Mm."
"Perfect timing then. We already share secrets, so one more won't change anything."
Kang Woojin emphasized it was a golden opportunity.
"Haa......"
Yoo Harin let out a deep sigh.
'Is this really okay...?'
She still felt psychological revulsion, but her sigh carried clear resignation and acceptance.
"What do I do?"
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ Late at night.
I led Yoo Harin to the bed.
"Don't tense your arm. Please, slowly......"
Yoo Harin, whose face had been flushed the whole time, voiced her embarrassment.
Her awkward movements were a huge gap from her usual delinquent vibe.
Put simply, it was hot as hell.
'Granted, she'd yielded to me all day today too.'
I released her arm and said.
"Relax and sit."
Truth be told, I'd never trained anyone before.
That would be weirder if I had.
Before possessing this body, I was just an average Korean guy.
But strangely, I felt confident.
'Shouldn't be too hard.'
I just had to follow what the Golden Suns and NTR studs did on my monitor screen.
Countless women fell for their moves and lines—it was a guaranteed win.
Reminding myself of that, I leaned in for a kiss.
"Hmph?!"
Our tongues tangled stickily as I slowly explored every corner of her mouth, drawing an intense reaction.
Thud! Thud!
Like with Cynthia before, she pounded my chest in timid resistance.
But I kept ravaging her mouth.
If she truly wanted to refuse, I'd be shredded or rolling on the floor by now.
Emboldened by my intact state, I deepened the kiss.
"Hnn......"
She whimpered in distress, unsure how to breathe.
"Mm......"
Sweetness began mixing into Yoo Harin's breaths, and only then did I pull away.
"Y-you didn't say anything about kissing."
She grumbled softly with a complicated expression.
Seemed like she didn't hate it.
"This way, no need to get it up separately. Guys get hard fast from a good kiss."
"J-just for that...? It was my first kiss......"
"Plenty of firsts. I'll keep it secret, so it doesn't count with me."
"What kind of nonsense—mmph?!"
I silenced her noisy mouth again, swapping saliva and leaving a deep mark.
What face would Choi Si-hyeok make if he saw this?
Imagining that smug bastard's twisted expression brought a surge of superiority and arousal.
But this was just the beginning.
"Touch it."
After the kiss, I guided her hand to my fully swollen pants.
"Ugh......"
"Take it out yourself now."
"M-me?!"
Her face bursting with shame, she cautiously unzipped my pants.
"......Why am I even listening to you?"
She muttered, but obediently pulled down my underwear too.
It snagged on the erect head, giving her trouble, but Yoo Harin followed orders well.
"This is a guy's......"
Unable to finish, she gulped nervously, glancing sideways at my cock.
Modern medicine and fantasy had birthed a minor miracle(?), standing proud.
Size and girth slightly above average.
Precisely, a hair longer than Choi Si-hyeok: 16.5cm long, 13cm girth.
Subjectively big enough, but in this world, NTR studs wielded monstrous tools—nothing to slack on.
'Full erection needs at least 30cm.'
Of course, everyday life would suck with that normally.
Better expansion rate for now; I was content and pulled her hand again.
"We doing this all night?"
"O-okay. Don't rush......"
Unlike Cynthia, Yoo Harin had some sexual knowledge.
Swish.
Her hand tentatively wrapped around, softly stroking up and down the shaft.
"It's hot... weird texture."
Of course, real practice was new to her.
Her clumsy technique showed it.
"Is this right...?"
She looked up at my face, gauging my reaction.
"Use both hands."
I kindly taught her the handjob basics.
Just reciting monitor text aloud.
She adapted quickly, incorporating it smoothly.
Genuine talent here, maybe.
Housework was a mess, though.
"Something's coming out......"
She rubbed the head with her thumb.
"Does this feel good...?"
Her other hand fondled my balls while her palm repeatedly stroked, grinding the head.
Her novice skill turned proficient in seconds.
Yoo Harin checked my expression between strokes.
Panting lightly, she smeared the slick precum like lotion, tenderly caressing.
"It's getting bigger."
The embarrassed girl was gone.
"Hot, hard... amazing......"
Her face stayed red.
"Harder?"
She adjusted pressure and sped up on her own; climax built steadily.
And.
Amid rapid strokes and wet squelching.
"......Ah!"
With no warning, I erupted, painting her pale hand even whiter.
"Kyaa?!"
She yelped cutely in surprise, but too late.
Spurt!
Semen burst past her hand, splattering her face and clothes.
Splat!