Overflowing with Juice
"T-Tutor! Wait a sec."
"What?"
"P-Parents are home right now... Are you serious?"
"You want to show them those wounds as they are? You can't keep wearing long sleeves all summer."
"That's true, but..."
Yoo Ara twisted her body in embarrassment.
"Don't be shy. Strip quickly."
"O-Okay."
Clenching her eyes shut, Yoo Ara took off her clothes. As the garments that had covered her arms and legs fell away, her body—riddled with wounds—laid bare. It looked like she'd been tortured. Slash marks from sharp blades crisscrossed her skin alongside deep bruises from fists and clubs. Everywhere except her face had been beaten black and blue. If she weren't a hunter, bones would surely have snapped somewhere amid the brutality.
He should've taken her to a hospital first if he'd known it was this bad.
Tsk.
Rage he'd been holding back surged at the sight. Laying hands on his student? He should've beaten those bastards even harder—mirrored every wound across their entire bodies.
But what was done was done. He'd already shattered their wrists and ankles, crippled them for good.
"No hospital. Mom and Dad would worry too much."
He nodded at Yoo Ara's words as she revealed her injuries. Prioritizing her parents over her own body spoke volumes about the life she'd endured. The weight of supporting her family soon, the burden of being their sole Awakener—it must have crushed her. No wonder the stress had been immense.
Maybe that's what sparked her masochistic streak.
This time, he'd follow her lead. But leaving the wounds untreated wasn't an option.
"Got it."
Swallowing his anger, he pulled a thermos of warm water and gauze from his bag—emergency supplies for treating wounds.
"Hand."
"My... hand?"
"Yeah."
He soaked a gauze pad thoroughly in the opened thermos, then pressed it over the bruised wrist.
"Might sting a bit."
"Eek!"
Yoo Ara flinched as the hot, soaked gauze covered her arm.
"W-What's this?"
"Water boiled from holy spring essence, gauze woven from dungeon silkworm silk. Both infused with mana and vitality—nothing better for healing wounds."
"Oh."
"Regeneration might hurt a little."
He soaked fresh gauze and laid it over another wound.
"Hnnngh!"
"Bearable?"
"Y-Yeah... It's fine."
"Good."
Yoo Ara extended her other hand. He applied gauze there too.
"Haaa..."
She closed her eyes, her body shivering.
"Don't enjoy it."
"W-Who said I was?"
"You just did, a little. Didn't you?"
"N-No! I just feel... relaxed... Eek!"
Yoo Ara couldn't finish. Had she climaxed mid-treatment?
"T-Tutor, bathroom break."
"Why?"
"I... couldn't pee earlier..."
Right. After the job, she'd rushed to a clothing store to hide the wounds from her parents on the way home—no time for the toilet before heading straight to her room for treatment.
"Can't go out."
"Why not?"
"Like that? Wounds all exposed?"
"I-I won't go out like this. I'll get dressed."
"That's why you can't."
"Huh?"
"Boiled holy spring water loses half its potency if exposed to air too long."
"H-How long...?"
"If it's that bad, just go here."
He tore off some silkworm gauze and spread it on the floor. He'd brought extra, just in case—enough left over after covering her wounds.
"Super absorbent. Even if you flood it, it'll soak it up fine."
"T-Tutor, do you think I'm a dog? This is basically a pee pad!"
"Then skip the treatment? Potency's dropping while you yap."
"Ugh... Fine. I'll hold it."
"Okay. Tell me if you can't."
Yoo Ara bit her lip, face flushing crimson. Ignoring it, he kept covering her wounds with the infused gauze.
"Hnnngh!"
Each press intensified her tremors. The relief of healing mixed with sharp pain, plus holding her bladder—not easy to endure.
He applied it to the gashes on her back too.
"Haaaahh!!"
Her waist tensed. Erector spinae muscles sharpened, sweat beading. Fearing her moans might leak out, she clamped a hand over her mouth, swallowing them.
"Can't hold much longer, huh?"
"Mmmph..."
Yoo Ara squirmed desperately.
"Not gonna soak your panties again, are you?"
"N-No! I'm trying to preserve my human dignity..."
"That's outdoors. This is your house."
She shot him a pleading look.
"Tutor, how much longer?"
"Gauze is all on. Ten minutes."
"Mmmph..."
Her face paled at "ten." She looked ready to burst in one.
Priority one: heal her wounds fast. Untreated, they'd scar. Ruining that pretty skin with ugly marks? Unacceptable.
Bladder urgency was minor by comparison—solvable right here. Perfect healing without scars? Only possible now.
"Mmmph..."
Yoo Ara convulsed, clutching his arm desperately.
"T-Turn... promise to turn away... please."
Unable to show her shame, she begged. He nodded.
"T-Then turn around."
"Done."
He faced the door.
Shlrk.
Panties sliding down rang clear in his ears.
Trrinkle...
"Haaaaah..."
Pee splashing, a sigh of pure relief. Even enlightened monks escaping torment couldn't sound that liberated. Yoo Ara deflated with a whimper.
Footsteps approached. She hadn't noticed, lost in release.
He quietly locked the door. Then—
Knock knock knock.
"Teacher, I peeled some apples. Have some while you work."
"Kyaa!"
Her mother knocked. Yoo Ara, oblivious till now, yelped in shock at the voice.
"We're good. Critical moment right now."
"Oh, really?"
"Stimulating her mana gate to boost purity. Leave it out front—I'll eat after."
"Oh... Sorry, interrupting your important session."
"No worries. Thanks. I'll enjoy them."
"Heehee, you're welcome."
She seemed about to leave, but—
"Oh, Ara."
"..."
"Ara?"
"Y-Yeah, Mom? What?"
"Mom's so proud. Top of your class, the scholarship... And standing up to those thugs to protect us? So grateful, so proud. But Ara..."
"Y-Yeah...?"
"Don't push too hard. Mom worries. What if you break?"
Trrinkle...
Mom missed it, but he heard—Yoo Ara's stream still flowing amid the heartfelt words.
"I-I'm fine, Mom. I can handle it. Everyone's sacrificing for us... Hnng!"
Trickle, splish...
"Something wrong?"
"N-No, nothing. Just startled."
Splish. Splatter.
It tapered off—nearly done.
"Okay. Mom doesn't know hunters or Awakeners well... But I believe in you always. Just a bit more."
"Th-Thanks."
Pity he couldn't see her face. But he pictured it: trembling in shame.
"Sorry, Teacher. Monopolized the talk with you here."
"It's fine."
"I'll go then. Make sure to eat."
"Thank you, ma'am."
Footsteps receded.
......
No more drips.
Thud.
She plopped down. He turned—Yoo Ara's expression matched his imagination.
Except one thing.
"Heh... hehe..."
Slumped on the floor, she spasmed intermittently, giggling dazedly. Love juices glistened between her exposed folds under the fluorescent light.
"Hopeless maso slut. Talking to Mom while pissing yourself—that thrilling?"
"D-Door opens, I'm done for... Family pillar caught naked in her room, peeing in front of a guy... "
Confirming Mom gone, he unlocked the door.
"T-Tutor! Wait—"
Oblivious Yoo Ara panicked, trying to stop him.
Click!
The lock disengaged clearly.
"Ah..."
Realization dawned; she deflated, staring.
He brought in the apple bowl her mom had left.
"They say imaginative folks turn pervy. Spot on."
"Tutor, seriously..."
"Try one. Delicious."
Crunch. Juicy perfection.
He offered her the remaining gauze after biting into another.
"W-What?"
"No TP. Wipe with this."
"Ugh... Seriously..."
As she cleaned up, he grabbed the urine-soaked silkworm gauze.
"Gotta toss this."
He poured leftover holy spring water over it. Instantly, the yellow-stained pads whitened. He stuffed them into a prepared trash bag—heavy from all the liquid.
Confirming wounds gone, he peeled off the rest and bagged them.
"Lesson ends here."
"R-Really done?"
"Want more?"
"But no mana rotation massage, no practice, no theory..."
"You want it?"
"...Yes."
Honest now. She'd have denied it before.
"Not today."
"Why? Y-You brought me here for this, right?"
Huh, script flip.
"Parents outside. How?"
"But just now..."
"Stripping was for treatment. Peeing? You go to the living room like that, disaster. Had to."
"..."
"Real lessons when you're back at your place."
"Okay."
Her pouty voice, lips pursed—sulking hard.
"Apple's great."
Crunch. Juice flooded his mouth, divine. Tasted better post-work.
Ara stayed at her parents' a few more days, but work pulled him back to Seoul first.
Bzzz!
En route, a familiar number rang.
"Fun stunt. Selling my number."
A raspy, metallic scrape—like nails on chalkboard.
Geom-seong. He'd picked up the loan sharks' call right away. Old man was sharp.
"Long time, old timer. Doing well?"
"Meet up. Got something to discuss face-to-face."