Please Teach Me, Who Knows Nothing
Today, for one day only, I'd decided to do whatever Yoo Ara wanted. This was her spotlight.
What she chose was a date.
To make her wish ticket worth it—earned through her top ranking—I prepared a full course from lunch to dinner.
So I even treated her to an expensive dinner. Japanese omakase, no less. Over 150,000 won per person, but it was an investment I could afford.
Her performance in the second exam had the potential to net me 15 million—no, over 1.5 billion—in ripple effects.
Though she seemed more pleased with the date itself than the food.
After the date wrapped up, she said to me,
"Tutor, how about a drink?"
I couldn't refuse that request. As I'd said repeatedly, she was the star today.
But.
"Tutor, should I take it off now?"
Yoo Ara's face flushed slightly as she began stripping off her red bra and panties. Her naked body was laid bare.
I never expected things to end up like this after mindlessly downing drinks.
How the hell did we get here?
"Come on in, Tutor!"
I entered Yoo Ara's place with her, plastic bags from the convenience store in hand—snacks and booze.
Shabby compared to the omakase, but you can't splurge every time.
We set up a modest drinking table in her now-familiar apartment, on the cramped desk usually used for tutoring.
As we sat down,
"Tutor, can I sit right next to you?"
"Sure."
Yoo Ara, now down to a thin tank top after shedding her sprite shirt, pressed right up against me.
The conquest progress ticked up bit by bit. It was nearing 90% before I knew it.
In truth, this date might have been her chance to confirm her own feelings.
With her so close, a faint floral scent wafted over—like flowers blooming. My body reacted to the soft fragrance.
"Here, let me pour you one."
"Thanks."
As she poured, her top slipped down, exposing more of her cleavage. Those massive breasts asserted their presence; I had nowhere else to look.
"Ahem. Here you go. You have one too."
With humble snacks before us, Yoo Ara and I knocked back glass after glass.
Who was it that said hunters are booze-proof?
Most are, yeah.
Plenty use mana to detox alcohol.
But that's for folks with active skills. Not passive-only scrubs like me.
It burned alcohol away via mana explosion—a technique impossible without skills.
That's why I rarely drank. If I did, I'd keep detox potions handy.
Simple reason: the hunter world doesn't tolerate getting sloshed.
At least not for me.
But I'm no hunter anymore.
A little buzz won't hurt.
Nothing bad would happen in Yoo Ara's place anyway.
Clink.
So we drank. Toasting with Yoo Ara, savoring soju after ages.
Whew, bitter.
The room's spinning.
As the booze warmed me up, my mood lifted. My lips curved into a grin without thinking.
"You did great, Ara. I watched on TV—those trash-talkers shut up the second you shone. Heh."
"R-Really?"
"Yeah. You have no idea how proud I was."
I clapped her shoulder with a beaming smile.
"That's the third time you've said that already."
"Has it? Sorry. It's just stuck in my head crystal clear."
Thinking of the success she'd bring me, forgetting would be weirder.
Right.
I drained my glass, and Yoo Ara refilled it instantly.
"Aren't you drinking?"
"M-Mine’s still got some. I'm good. Haha!"
"Alright?"
Soju started tasting decent after a few.
Not bad at all.
Then.
"T-Tutor…"
"Yeah?"
"Do you have a girlfriend?"
"Girlfriend?"
"Yeah. I know I asked for this, but now I'm thinking—if you had one, this might not be okay."
"Nope."
"Really?"
"If I did, I wouldn't grant a wish like this."
How would I handle the fallout?
"Haven't dated since breaking up with my ex."
After Shin Seo-ah, I hadn't even considered it. Looking back, I question if we were even right together.
"I-Is that so? Good thing."
"Yep. Lucky us. Misunderstandings would suck for both of us, right?"
"…"
No reply.
"Don't you like hanging out like this with me?"
"Huh?"
"I love being with you like this, Tutor. No clue why, but it feels so comfy."
She snuggled closer. Her breast pressed against my elbow.
Soft. Like fluffy marshmallows…
Startled, I met her eyes. Yoo Ara smiled mischievously.
100% intentional.
She leaned in with a sly grin, her top slipping to flash cleavage and red lingerie.
"You really have no idea? Why I invited you to my place like this?"
"Hey, you…"
Her face reddened.
"Tutor, why so shy? It's not like you haven't seen it all. Where'd that bold guy go who stripped me without hesitation for mana rotation?"
Grinning impishly, she tugged her collar lower. The view got bolder; I looked up at the ceiling.
"Alright, enough of that."
"Poo~."
I glanced at Yoo Ara.
"Speaking of mana rotation, let's talk exams."
"Exams?"
"Yeah. Exams."
"Second round's over. It's break time."
"Third and fourth—you'll hit real combat as a sophomore. Skipping those?"
"T-That’s…"
She stammered, flustered.
"You can't grow just resting on past glory."
Nice pivot.
I knew her game: she wanted to seal the deal somehow.
The progress surged uncontrollably.
I hadn't flirted or done anything special to earn it.
Just dinner, drinks, chat.
Yet it kept climbing. Probably hitting the tipping point.
Her bold advances were likely that too.
"How can I grow, then?"
She pressed closer, eyes misty and pleading.
"How?"
"Yeah."
"Practice. Listen in class, stick to tutoring, nail assignments. Keep up mana rotation to purify your mana—telekinesis will strengthen."
"Can I take first again as a sophomore?"
"Who knows? But you won't drop out of rankings."
At this rate, first was possible, but overpraise poisons.
"I see… Guess I can't slack now."
"What?"
"Tutor, since you're here…"
She squirmed seductively.
"Tutor me. Please teach me, who knows nothing."
"Now?"
"Yes."
"We just drank?"
"Does booze stop you?"
"Not really."
Booze didn't block teaching. No mana rotation, but other lessons remained.
"Control might slip."
"It's fine. I can take it."
"…Got it. No mana rotation post-drinks. I'll do a meridian-widening massage instead."
"Great."
Her booze-flushed face lit up as she stripped suddenly.
"Just undress, right?"
"Yeah…"
Shedding tank top and shorts, she stood in red lingerie. Cute design.
Now shy, she peeked at me, stammering,
"I-I didn't wear pretty undies expecting this!"
Her childlike denial cracked me up.
"Sure, sure. Lie down."
"O-Okay."
She prone on the bed. Slim waist contrasting plump, firm ass. Red panties hugged that volume, defying gravity skyward.
What a ripe, juicy ass.
My hand touched her waist—precisely the dantian, the so-called mana core where mana pools.
I stirred her dormant mana there with mine.
"Ha-ut!"
Her moan tickled my ear. Familiar by now, yet she twitched at every finger move. Muscle tremors transmitted through my fingertips.
Control's rougher than usual.
Booze made mana handling aggressive.
Her moans stemmed from stronger stimulation.
"Ah-hng! Tutor, too hard there… Ha-eung!"
Full-body tingles from mana tightened her waist. Erector spinae sharpened; sweat beaded on her back and ass.
My hand slid up slowly. Gripping shoulders, kneading arms upward. Her mana churned wildly in tow.
The rough spin widened her meridians—mana gates forcibly expanding hurt like hell.
Yet Yoo Ara.
"Heu-ng! Eu-eut…"
Suppressed pain with moans alone.
"Ha-ut! Tutor, that hurt so mu—"
"Got it."
Only at peak fingertip pressure did she cry out.
"Haa, haa, good… There…"
I slid back down her waist. Lower abdomen next.
Down thighs, lymph nodes, toes—then up head to core. One full circuit.
Descending, I kneaded her ass. Plush flesh yielded between fingers.
"Eu-eut! Tutor, harder… Love it there. More…"
"Sure?"
"Yes. Pain makes me stronger… Ha-eung!"
If she wanted.
I gripped hard, amplifying mana response.
"Kya-aat!!"
Scream and ass bucked.
"Aa-at, aa…"
Brr. Her ass quivered like a phone on vibrate, lifting into air.
Face buried, propped on arms and toes—waist tensed, cheeks trembling.
"Okay?"
"Aa-at… A-eu-eut."
Desperate cry instead of words.
I paused.
But her awakened mana lingered in her ass. Pain simmered, not ended.
"Do it… More. More…"
Twisting back, tears welled—but not pained. Lips curved slack in bliss.
"Got it."
As my hand neared again, anticipation gleamed in her eyes.
Squeezed hard once more.
"Haaa-ang!!"
Moan and shudders anew.
Hand trailed lower to thighs. Tremors intensified; by soles,
"Heu, eu-eung, haa, haa."
Panting from exhaustion.
"Last stretch."
Fingers ascended: thighs, ass, waist, shoulders, neck, head.
"Haaaa-ang…"
Rigid muscles melted; a soul-deep moan escaped.
"Heu-eung… Too good…"
This release of tension hooked many on my special massage. Mana recovery bonus. Peak control enabled it.
Never on guys—didn't wanna see them flop and blow.
Massage done, I shook limp Yoo Ara.
"You good?"
"Aa, yeah… Fine. But Tutor…"
"What?"
Her shaky hand grabbed my arm.
"Not enough. Harder, please."
"You'll die."
"Fine. Felt stronger already. So…"
Whining with slack face.
"Sigh, alright."
"You said no undies is better, right?"
With that, Yoo Ara reached for her red bra.