Chapter 7. The Night Before Farewell (3)
Aisoret had no idea if the alcohol was going in through her mouth or her nose. And who could blame her?
"Ugh! Thash right... I really... really... like you, Mashter..."
Her adorable disciple kept seducing her without end.
She's basically begging me to fuck her, right? Has to be!
Any woman would crumble under that kind of relentless clinging and sweet talk. But Aisoret was holding on somehow. The reason was simple. If she gave in and fucked her disciple now, and Rike snapped out of it later...
[M-Master, is this why you raised me? Y-You traitor...]
She shook her head furiously. Just imagining it was horrifying. Sure, getting scolded by Rike was thrilling in its own way, but if it came from genuine disgust...
Chills ran down her spine. The thought of Rike truly despising her made something down there grow slick, but she shook it off and refocused.
Anyway, if that happened, she wouldn't have the will to live out her long life. So she fought desperately not to lay a hand on him.
Good thing I drained myself yesterday just in case. Otherwise... whew.
Having already vented her lust(?) the night before, Aisoret endured her disciple's pitiful onslaught. But sadly, it didn't end just because she was holding back.
"Hehe, Mashter, look at this. Bam! My abs are rock-hard, right?"
"Mashter, your boobs are so big... I wanna bury my face in them..."
"Hehe, smooch smooch..."
Each one was a near-fatal blow to Aisoret. Her reason finally started to shatter halfway.
She's gotta be asking for it, right? No, honestly, come on. What guy gets drunk and clings to a woman like this if not flirting? Unless... she's not actually seducing me...
Her thoughts teetered between lust and reason, slowly tipping toward the former. Fortunately, before her sanity fully collapsed, Rike clung tightly to her and murmured,
"Mashterrr..."
"Ah, y-yeah, Rike? What is it?"
"I'm shleepy... Take me to bed, pleash..."
"O-Okay, let's go."
Only then did Aisoret snap back to reality and quickly carry Rike to a bedroom. The problem? She was so drunk she took him to the guest room next to his usual one, not his own bed.
"Haa... haa... haa..."
After laying Rike down somehow, Aisoret stared at him sprawled in a fatally tempting pose and thought,
Is he really doing this on purpose?
Gazing at her disciple sleeping so provocatively, Aisoret pulled herself together and turned to leave.
Click.
"R-Rike?!"
"Mashter... don't go..."
"W-What? Suddenly why?"
Until her disciple suddenly grabbed her wrist and wouldn't let go. Aisoret stared puzzled at his strong grip.
Why's he doing this all of a sudden? This is tough!
But that thought didn't last. Rike yanked her wrist hard, pulling her onto the bed—straight into his arms—and mumbled in his sleep,
"Hehe, let's shleep together."
And that was the finishing blow. What kind? The one that obliterated Aisoret's reason.
Th-That's it, Rike's the one seducing me. I tried to hold back, but he tempted me!
Imagining a scenario that would make her a prime criminal back in Korea, Aisoret grabbed both of Rike's wrists with one hand, then slid her other hand under his clothes to fondle his belly.
A normal guy might wonder what the big deal was, but in this reversed world, a man's abs were like a woman's breasts.
"Haaah...♥ S-Soft... haaah...♥ Smooth... haaah...♥ And firmmm♥"
And Aisoret groped them with utterly lecherous intent.
As she kneaded his belly enthusiastically for a good while, Rike suddenly stirred at the unfamiliar sensation and opened his eyes to look at her.
"Hic!"
Meeting those dreamy eyes, Aisoret thought, I'm done for.
Of course she was. Caught groping her sleeping, drunk disciple's belly? By the disciple himself, no less? No excuses—she'd just be seen as a total pervert.
So Aisoret squeezed her eyes shut, bracing for the scolding and wishing she could die.
But then, Rike—flustered, his grip loosening—touched her hand on his belly and said,
"Lady Aisoret... Your hand's so warm. Hehe."
Ah. Hearing that, Aisoret felt the last thread of her reason snap.
No, not just snap—
Whoosh! It burned away completely, beyond repair.
The instant her sanity vanished, Aisoret pulled away from Rike's body, stripped naked in a frenzy that was practically shedding her skin, and pounced.
"Rike, this is your fault for seducing me! You're the bad one!"
"Y-Yes?"
"Ugh! Anyway, that's how it is!"
"Y-Yeah..."
She stripped him too, then—
"Haaawp♥"
"Ugh! Lady Aisoret."
"Slurp♥ Be quiet♥ Haaawp♥ Schluuuurp♥"
—swallowed his massive cock whole.
Maybe because of the booze, or the sudden shift, it wasn't even hard yet. But to Aisoret, already in heat, that meant nothing.
Schluuurp♥ Suck♥ Slurp♥
She shoved his soft cock to the back of her throat, savoring it.
"Gulp♥ Khgulp♥ Haaawp♥"
"Khgh! Ah, Lady Aisoret! Th-That's...!"
It wasn't erect, but its sheer size choked her throat. Didn't matter. If she could taste this dick, a blocked airway was nothing.
With that in mind, she kept sucking, and soon blood rushed in—now too thick to take fully in one go.
Realizing her mouth couldn't handle his fully erect monster, Aisoret focused on the glans.
She knew from past blowjobs that targeting the tip worked better than the shaft.
Schluuurp♥ Kiss♥ Smooch♥
Under her assault, Rike's glans couldn't hold out. It erupted.
"Hngh! C-Cumming!"
Spurt!! Splurt! Spuuurt!!
Rike's semen splattered across Aisoret's face. She touched the sticky mess on her cheeks. Thick and gooey.
Savoring the texture for a moment, she scooped it up and—
"...Lick♥ Suck♥"
—shoved it in her mouth. Licking it like it was the most delicious thing, even though it should taste bitter.
If anyone who knew her saw this, they'd be shocked. Luckily, no one did, so she could indulge freely.
After licking every drop from her face, eating alone wasn't enough anymore. Aisoret climbed atop Rike.
"Mashter...?"
Startled by her sudden position, Rike gazed up with tired yet desperate eyes and murmured. Seeing that, Aisoret—
"Hngh♥"
—impaled herself on his cock.
With her brain fully devoted to fucking her disciple, those moist eyes were like an aphrodisiac fueling her arousal.
Squelch♥ Squelch♥ Squelch♥ Squelch♥ Squelch♥
"Haaah♥! Hngh♥ Rike♥ Rike♥ Rike♥"
"Hngh. Y-Yes."
Rike moaned nonstop, struggling to hold back under his master's hip thrusts. Watching him, Aisoret burned with forbidden thrill and ecstasy.
And she realized why people obsessed over sex with men.
Sneaking feels while he slept or pouncing when drunk were fun, but this mutual connection was incomparable.
"Rike♥ Kiss me♥"
"Y-Yes."
Schluuurp♥ Slurp♥ Smooch♥
They swapped saliva and tongues as she milked his semen. Just sharing this intimacy made sex exponentially—hundreds of times—better.
"Haaah, I love you, Mashter."
"Me too♥ I love you, Rike♥ More than anyone♥"
And the best part was Rike's love. Even if she was trash for face-fucking him in his sleep or losing control over his drunken form, his words made it all worthwhile.
"Rike♥ I'll come back and marry you♥ Definitely♥"
After Rike passed out, Aisoret wrung three more loads from him before finally drifting off.