Chapter 41: Swallow
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 41: Swallow
“They’re taking too long…”
Waiting at the temporary headquarters, Spencer checked the time with an anxious gaze.
Considering the estimated operation time, they weren't actually late, but the other agents shared Spencer’s sentiment and fidgeted restlessly.
It was supposed to be a simple, low-risk mission.
They just had to retrieve the recording devices hidden before the party started, gain access to the VIP Area, film incriminating evidence, and get out.
The priority was not getting caught, but even if they were, a mage of Team Leader Lynette’s caliber could easily escape.
They were only being cautious because it was vital to gather enough evidence to wipe out the Organization in one fell swoop, not because Bluebird was in any real danger.
The problem was that they had no way of knowing what was happening inside.
Magic was strictly prohibited in the club where the party was held; the moment anyone used it for any reason, they would be kicked out.
Furthermore, with body searches and signal jammers in place, they were completely cut off from headquarters.
“You don’t think… she was drugged…”
“You crazy bastard! Do you really think the Team Leader would fall for something like that?!”
“Sorry…”
Spencer snapped at the agent’s remark.
However, delusions only need a tiny spark to inflate uncontrollably. At the mention of drugs, every agent in the room involuntarily imagined the same scene.
The room fell silent as they each pictured Lynette being Ravaged while drugged out of her mind, before simultaneously shaking their heads to clear the thoughts.
“… …”
“You son of a bitch! What were you just imagining?! You filthy animal! Are you a spy for Bluebird or something?!”
“Shut up! I was just worried about the Team Leader!!”
Their eyes met, and out of a sense of shared guilt, they began accusing one another. A scuffle broke out, and the room grew noisy.
Creak—
“It’s nice to see everyone so lively.”
While the agents were tangled up with each other, Yeon-woo walked in with a smirk and headed straight for the refrigerator.
Lynette followed behind him. Spencer rushed over to check on her.
“Team Leader, are you alright?”
“… …”
Lynette didn't answer. She couldn't open her mouth because it was filled with a thick, white substance.
As she stood there expressionless and silent, the other agents also began to worry, asking what had happened. Yeon-woo, standing by the fridge, chuckled at the sight.
“Can I drink this?”
“Does that even matter right now?! What’s wrong with the Team Leader? What happened in there?!”
“We’re back with smiles on our faces because we did a good job, didn't we? I’m asking if I can drink this.”
“Fuck, do whatever you want! Just tell us what happened.”
“You can hear it from Lynette herself. Is it okay if I… ‘swallow’ this?”
Gulp.
The sound of Lynette swallowing something drew everyone’s attention, so Yeon-woo’s awkward phrasing went unnoticed.
Watching his slave follow his orders to the end, Yeon-woo grinned. He poured a glass of juice and approached Lynette.
When he held the cup out, Lynette naturally reached for it, but Yeon-woo nonchalantly drank it himself.
“… …”
“What are you all doing? Hurry up and verify the data.”
At Lynette’s cold voice, the agents snapped out of it. They took the storage device Yeon-woo had brought and connected it to a laptop.
While the agents were busy, Yeon-woo looked at the glaring Lynette with a small smile and pressed the half-empty cup of juice into her hand.
“Good job.”
The infiltration was over, and the master-slave act they used as a cover was finished.
However, Yeon-woo’s words sent a chill down Lynette’s spine, and she involuntarily squeezed her thighs together.
“Hey, wait. Did anyone else smell something fishy just now?”
“They were just at that filthy party. Of course some weird smell would rub off on them.”
“Kid, why did you film so much useless crap? Come here.”
At the mention of a fishy smell, Lynette looked away guiltily, while Yeon-woo approached the agent with a beaming smile.
“I wasn't sure if the angles were right since I was filming while mingling. So I just kept it running. Uh… check from number 28.”
“It’s going to take ages to organize this. This one?”
The agent grumbled as he played the file Yeon-woo pointed out.
“Ooh-hyo! Cock-tails! Cock-tails! Alright, now for the ninth hole! Heave-ho!”
“… …”
“Ah, not that one. I was playing around to stay with the Bluebird girls as long as possible, and I guess it got recorded. Try around number 32 then.”
The agents gagged at the video of someone making 'bomb drinks' by striking glasses with his dick, but Yeon-woo himself acted as if it were nothing.
Complaints poured in about how they shouldn't have brought a rookie or how there was nothing useful, but Yeon-woo didn't care at all. He just looked at Lynette and smiled.
“Oh, I’ll also send over the intel I got from the Geukryu Society. You should be able to identify the targets with that.”
“Uh… thanks.”
“Don't mention it. By the way, do I get a bonus or something?”
Spencer glared sharply at Yeon-woo for bringing up payment the moment the job was done, but Lynette nodded without concern.
“Yes. I’ll report your contribution to the higher-ups. I’ll contact you again with the details.”
“Then buy me dinner when you do. Good work today. I’m heading out.”
“Right. Good work.”
Ignoring the murderous intent radiating from the agents behind him, Yeon-woo walked past Lynette.
“Dress sexy next time.”
Though her face remained expressionless in front of her subordinates, Lynette felt a sensation like an electric current surging through her entire body at her master’s command.
* * *
As soon as I stepped out onto the street, I grinned, thinking of Lynette.
Who would have thought our sexy elite agent was a closet masochist who had been desperately waiting for a master to appear?
The only regret was that even though she’d realized her nature as a slave, the mission came first, so I couldn't have proper, messy sex with her.
And I didn't even get to enjoy the sex party properly.
Well, I guess that’s how it should be. The mission comes first. What kind of agent would abandon their duty just because they’re horny? Unless they’re a piece of shit like Akito, that is.
For an eroge, it’s strangely realistic in that regard.
Since the mission was the priority, we had to return as soon as we secured the evidence. I missed out on all those lewd events the host had worked so hard to prepare.
I was probably the most chaste person at that sex party.
Instead, to soothe my disappointment before leaving the venue, I made Lynette kneel and shoved my dick into her mouth.
Since we’d already achieved our goal, there was no need to keep up the act, but Lynette followed my command and took it into her mouth like a common slut.
Right in the middle of a hallway where people were passing by, Lynette took my semen into her mouth. Shuddering with excitement, she held every single drop without spilling and carried it all the way back to the operations room.
Seeing her unable to say a word in front of her subordinates, waiting for my command to swallow, was incredibly hot.
Of course, being an eroge, things would play out like this.
I didn't get to have the main event or enjoy the party, but I’m satisfied with gaining a sexy slave.
As for the sex party, I can always find a way back in if I have the money.
To think Derek prepared something like this for me to relieve stress as soon as the exams were over—is he an angel?
* * *
He was a handsome man.
That was Emma’s only thought when she first saw Yeon-woo.
No matter what flowery language she used, she felt her limited vocabulary would fail to describe his appearance accurately.
His looks, which were the very definition of 'handsome,' had captured the attention of women from the start.
“Emma, Emma. Look over there—he’s so damn sexy.”
“Whoa… is he a celebrity? There’s no way I wouldn't remember someone that good-looking… Is he a model?”
“I’m going to snatch him up before some other bitch does.”
Her friends were making a fuss with their praise, and Emma acknowledged his looks.
However, contrary to his handsome face, the more she looked at him, the more a deep-seated revulsion rose in her throat, making her feel nauseous.
Since voicing a different opinion in a group of women was like asking to be ostracized, Emma suppressed her disgust and agreed with her friends.
‘He really is handsome… but why…’
Setting aside the inexplicable emotion, Emma played along with her friends’ conversation.
Takeo, hearing this, grumbled about what was so great about a guy like that, but he calmed down quickly once Emma let him feel her breasts.
A man who was handsome but repulsive. Her ill-fated connection with Yeon-woo began on the first day, during the entrance ceremony test, and he even almost got into a fight with Takeo.
If Takeo had beaten him to a pulp there, she would have definitely heard it from her friends, so she had exerted all her effort to pull them apart.
When she looked back after stopping Takeo, Yeon-woo had smirked at her, sending shivers down her spine.
She still didn't know why she felt that way.
It was a type of unpleasantness she had never experienced before, so she couldn't explain it well, but it was similar to the feeling of being vulnerable for a long time without knowing a stalker was in the house, only to lock eyes with them later.
Deciding he was someone she never wanted to be near, Emma avoided anything related to him as much as possible.
However, Yeon-woo led Team B to victory with a ridiculous, dirty suicide attack, and even Takeo began to pay attention to him, though he wouldn't admit it.
Emma, wanting nothing to do with Yeon-woo, had to stop Takeo and work hard to divert his attention.
The time passed, during which Yeon-woo had wondered, ‘Why is this thug being so quiet?’ and then came the Deserted Island Exam.
In the meantime, Takeo had accumulated quite a few misunderstandings.
While she claimed to hate such an obnoxious person when she was with him, Emma would praise Yeon-woo’s looks when talking with her friends.
When she saw photos or videos of Yeon-woo shown by her friends, Emma’s slightly tense expression looked to Takeo like she was excited, shy, and in love.
It was a natural mistake for him to make, as Takeo had never seen Emma look tense before.
She was always a relaxed, flirtatious, and sexy woman, but whenever it concerned Yeon-woo, her body would react first and stiffen up.
Furthermore, seeing her try so hard to stop him from even going near Yeon-woo or steering him away from any encounter only fueled his suspicion.
Unfortunately, with their thoughts misaligned and full of misunderstandings, Takeo ran into Yeon-woo on the deserted island.
“Take better care of your girlfriend. I mean, in the middle of the night…”
At Chika’s remark during the fight, Takeo felt his blood run cold.
He knew Emma was loose. Their relationship wasn't a deep romance; they just hung out at school and slept together occasionally.
But the moment he heard she had been taken by that guy, an uncontrollable murderous intent bloomed within him.
In terms of probability, he should have thought of Akito first, since he was always with Emma, but Takeo, who had been harboring misunderstandings for so long, immediately glared at Yeon-woo.
However, despite his rage, he couldn't do anything and was disqualified for a rule violation.
He and one other student were the only ones forced to take a supplementary exam due to mid-test disqualification.
Takeo was angrier about not being able to beat Yeon-woo to death on the spot than he was about being disqualified.
“What on earth happened?”
When Emma came to find him after the exam, Takeo looked at her with cold eyes.
“Did you sleep with him?”
“… …”
At Emma’s startled flinch, Takeo let out a hollow, incredulous laugh and shook his head.
“…What does it matter who I sleep with?”
“It doesn't matter at all. Of course not. I know very well you’re a girl who spreads her legs easily.”
“…Haha, right. That’s why I spread them for you, too. Otherwise, when would a guy like you ever get a taste of someone like me?”
They began to insult each other to protect their pride, and their relationship spiraled out of control.
Shouting and curses were exchanged as they continued their crude attacks on one another, until Emma finally left with an annoyed expression.
The funny thing was that even in the heat of the argument, neither of them mentioned a specific name.
Emma thought she’d been caught sleeping with Akito, and Takeo thought she had slept with Yeon-woo.
Akito was lucky enough to sleep with Emma without taking any responsibility, and Yeon-woo was unfortunate enough to earn Takeo’s grudge despite doing nothing wrong.
Left alone, Takeo looked up at the ceiling and let out a roar before lowering his head.
“First things first. Seo Yeon-woo, you’re dead.”
Takeo muttered with eyes full of murderous intent before standing up and walking out of the room.