Sex Friend Haru (1)
He relentlessly smacked the cum-and-spit-smeared face of Bidel with his glans, then shook out the last dribbles of piss from his urethra onto her silver hair.
"Phew. Feels refreshing. Now wash up, Bidel."
"Yesss... ♥"
As Bidel used her magic to clean her face, Jeri stared at him with an excited expression, fidgeting restlessly.
"What's up, Jeri?"
"Ugh... I feel weird."
"Yeah? Try putting it into words."
"What Master did to big sis Bidel... I can't understand it logically, but..."
"But?"
"It looked like she was being loved so intensely... I was a little jealous."
Greedy onahole. He'd pounded her pussy raw, and she still felt starved for love?
"Let's fuck again tomorrow. I'll kiss you then. For now, head back with your big sis."
"Yes."
Bidel, now fully dressed, was trying her best to hold it together, but her face screamed like she was about to hurl any second. At least Jeri, who hadn't swallowed any piss, supported her as they left the room.
*
"How's it, oppa? This bread's delicious, right?"
Haru slathered jam on a fluffy, empty puff pastry and took a bite. He'd imagined cake, cream puffs, or pie when she called it dessert, but hey, free food was free food—his expectations were too high for a freeloader.
"Yeah. The bread's really soft."
"Right? It just melts in your mouth."
Bidel and Jeri sat beside him, staring queasily at their trays without touching them.
"What's up with you two? You're barely eating."
Chaehee, seated right across from Jeri, looked concerned as she ate.
"It's nothing... Urp."
Jeri covered her mouth mid-sentence. Chaehee and Haru couldn't see it, but Jinwoo clearly watched a thick glob of semen erupt from her mouth.
Did I cum that much?
He always injected straight down her throat, so gauging the volume was tricky. His dick had twitched in there all night, though. Still, he hadn't expected enough to puke up like this.
"I... don't feel well. I'm heading out first."
Jeri bolted from the table. Bidel at least managed a few elegant spoonfuls—impressive mental fortitude.
Feels bad eating alone.
Bidel and Jeri were bloated from his cum, skipping breakfast and even the rare dessert, while he, balls fully drained, wolfed it all down in seconds. The spicy pork stir-fry, rice, hot soup—all honey-sweet. He polished off the bread too, not a crumb wasted.
"Whew~ That hit the spot."
"Oppa, wanna play foot volleyball?"
"Foot volleyball? Sounds fun. But isn't it dangerous?"
Bidel had once kicked an rooftop door off its hinges at 2 Circles. No body contact like soccer, though, so maybe okay.
"Hitting people with the ball is a foul, so no worries. Everyone reinforces their bodies with mana anyway—no injuries."
"Alright, let's go."
"Oh! But no mana-reinforcing your feet when kicking. That's an instant red card."
"Got it, got it."
He'd invited Jeri and Bidel too, but Bidel just wanted to watch, and Jeri was glued to the bathroom all day, probably spewing cum from both ends.
Right next to the dorms, they started on the sports field.
"Aah~ Oppa, play better!"
"Okay."
A tanned boy kept spiking the ball straight at him. No direct hits on people per rules, but bouncing it off the ground first and aiming felt petty.
Playful punk.
He might get called immature for it, but that smug grin made him want to smash the ball into the kid's face. Revenge-fueled, he hammered spikes right at the boy, who casually returned them in kind.
Shit, annoying.
After calling quits and heading to the bench, Bidel's face was as sour as his.
"What's with your expression?"
"Master got toyed with. I'm pissed but don't know what to do."
Unexpected. He'd figured Bidel would jump in and crush him.
"...Honestly, I could win if I joined, but I couldn't toy with him like that."
Obviously. The kid probably played this daily; Bidel had spent most her life as a spirit.
"Can't be helped. Getting mad at a kid makes me the loser."
"So... you'll just take it?"
"You're weird too. It's just foot volleyball—a few hits, big deal."
"But that kid did it on purpose!"
Targeting the hole aggressively was standard. He'd probably do the same for fun.
"He's annoyed you're close to Haru, so he targeted an innocent Master...!"
"Wait. Say that again. What do you mean?"
Bidel had eavesdropped with enhanced hearing: the brat was jealous of Jinwoo's closeness to his crush Haru and attacked relentlessly.
-Beep! The whistle blew, ending the game.
"He's mocking Master even now. Says Haru wouldn't like such a pathetic guy...!"
"Enough, enough."
Irritating, sure, but irrelevant if he skipped volleyball.
"Hmph. Ignore that brat, Master. He has no idea Haru's fascinated by your cock."
Bidel dropped a bombshell.
"What're you talking about...?"
"Didn't you know? She's been eyeing it since I was summoned."
"For real?"
"Yes... It has such a commanding presence, even through your pants."
He'd never noticed. Not thrilled—just mortified. Commanding presence through pants? It seemed well-hidden unless erect.
"Ah."
Thinking back, he'd been half-hard around Haru from the start—sometimes pantless. If she or Chaehee scanned with mana often, they'd noticed every swell...
Grateful they hadn't ditched him mid-hunt.
"Yes, Master."
Jeri approached, face refreshed after expelling the load.
"Haru wants it too—let's jump her! Show that damn brat who she belongs to!"
"Jeri, weren't you in the bathroom till now?"
"Yeah. Don't even know the kid. Hehe."
*
Weeks of nonstop sex in the room had grown boring. No play scratched the itch anymore. Maybe tiring of the act itself—or the same partners.
"Heeheeek! Heeheeheek!"
Jeri rode him, shaking her ass while laughing like a maniac. Not crazy—just following orders to act insane during pussy service out of boredom.
"Heheheh."
"Enough. This is boring too."
"Hmph. I'm happy just being with Master, but we're just toys to you, huh?"
Normally Bidel would've scolded her, but she lay frog-legged on the floor, pussy leaking cum, too spent.
"Gentleman to Haru and Chaehee, toys to us... Pervert!"
"Won't kiss you even if you curse."
"Ah...."
He knew Jeri loved onahole treatment. She provoked on purpose for sloppy kisses and pussy-pounding.
Bidel was obedient, fully immersed as his toilet. Jeri followed ultimately but asserted herself more. Made her cuter.
"You're my most precious toys. But I want something new now."
"Harsh... Gonna fuck Haru after all?"
"Haru's human. Gotta hunt monsters, hit 3 Circles."
His EXP: 2 Circles 81%. Two solo 2-Circle kills would do it. Maybe 15 1-Circles.
"I'll hunt—you stay safe, Master."
Bidel rose, magicking up the floor cum.
"Jeri, guard Master."
"Yes, sis!"
He shook his head.
"Take Jeri too. Better two 3-Circles than one—who knows what you'll face? Retreat if risky..."
"Okay without both of us?"
Bidel asked cautiously.
"Of course. Think I'm some sex maniac?"
Jeri gaped in disbelief. Ignoring her, he continued.
"Few days... No, aim for 5 Circles if possible."
At 5 Circles, Bidel would outmatch anyone short of village chief—befitting his subordinates.
"5 Circles? Can't go that long without Master?"
Jeri pouted, still grinding.
"Master's urges are one issue, but if you get hurt while I'm gone... I couldn't live."
Bidel teared up like he'd died already.
"Don't worry. Village chief's 7 Circles guards it. For my future safety, level up fast. Get it?"
Bidel wiped tears, resolute.
"...Yes. I'll grow strong, return ASAP. Stronger than the chief."
"That might be overkill?"
"I'll do my best too!"
Bidel looked determined; Jeri secretly pleased. Hated parting, but her active nature craved adventure over dorm confinement.
He could've tagged along, but at his level, he'd barely handle one 3-Circle goblin—better not hinder.
*
The wall's iron gate opened; Bidel and Jeri set off. He, Haru, and Chaehee waved them goodbye.
"Both of you! Come back if it's dangerous!"
"Yes!"
"We'll return soon, Master."
Haru wanted to join upon hearing, but Bidel refused. Jinwoo would've too—Haru was 4 Circles, but her onigiri summons maxed at 3.
"Tch. Didn't trust my skills."
Haru crossed arms, cheeks puffed.
"You are weak, Haru. Truth is, I'm anxious every time we go out."
"What? Even you, sis? If only Nalsaendori returned..."
Kreeeeak.
The just-closed gate creaked open again.
Who's coming in?