Chapter 191: Genius Girl's Sex Education (1)[R-18]
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 191: Genius Girl's Sex Education (1)[R-18]
Yoon Chae-ha entered Jung Hae-in’s room.
She had already checked on Cheon Yeo-wool’s movements, just in case.
The martial prowess Cheon Yeo-wool had displayed during the battle with Belial was… no longer that of a mere student.
And yet, despite her incredible skill, she strangely tended to attend school consistently. Thus, Chae-ha had used her magic to perfectly confirm that Yeo-wool was heading to Gaon today as well.
She had also scanned the entire building to make sure everyone else was out.
Right now, she, Yoon Chae-ha, was the only one left in this penthouse.
Click.
She opened the door to Jung Hae-in’s room, the same one she had opened last night.
Then she stepped into his bedroom.
The bed had been cleaned, and the air freshener had diluted much of the scent in the air, but…
Fshhhhhhh!
With a wave of Yoon Chae-ha’s hand, her orange eyes once again blazed crimson.
And then.
“Ah! Hae-in! Ah…”
Before her very eyes, the lovemaking of Cheon Yeo-wool and Jung Hae-in replayed itself.
No, it unfolded.
The interesting thing was that Yoon Chae-ha had developed a routine of her own.
A routine for appreciating this forbidden audio-visual material, one might call it.
“Ahk… Darling… Hahh… Ah.”
Cheon Yeo-wool and Jung Hae-in’s trysts primarily took place on the bed.
So, Yoon Chae-ha would head to the desk she presumed Jung Hae-in normally used.
A faint trace of his scent lingered there.
She would then perch on the chair.
The act that followed was simple.
‘Masturbation.’
The first time Yoon Chae-ha had awakened to the act of masturbation was likely… back during the board game.
At the time, her eyes that saw the truth had prevented her from fully participating in the game. When she saw Cheon Yeo-wool and Jung Hae-in, lost in their roles, hugging and kissing in that confined space, she had been completely mesmerized.
The man she loved, tumbling with another woman, kissing her right before her eyes.
Her heart pounded… and she was at a complete loss.
Then, by chance, her hand had drifted between her legs.
Touch.
“!!”
In that moment, for the first time in her life, she came to know that sensation.
Rub… rub…
“Ngh… Ah…”
And now, tracing that memory, she once again reached for her most secret place.
If one were to ask what purpose this act served…
It was simple.
It felt very good.
Like an adolescent boy first awakening to his sexuality.
Again and again, she found herself indulging in this unknown pleasure.
“Ahk… Huu…”
Rub… rub…
Wearing only a red oversized sweater, Yoon Chae-ha had tossed aside her bottoms and was touching her Precious One.
That was the best term she could come up with for her genitals.
The more she touched it, the better it felt.
This was a natural phenomenon.
But eventually… she felt that just gently rubbing was no longer stimulating enough.
So Yoon Chae-ha would get up and stomp her feet in place.
Just a little, just a little more…
And what she found was.
Press… press…
The corner of Jung Hae-in’s desk.
Through the single layer of her red sweater, Yoon Chae-ha began to press and grind her plump mound against the cold, hard corner.
Pressure masturbation.
The latest method of self-pleasure Yoon Chae-ha had discovered.
As if she were the first to ever discover it, she had confidently named the act ‘Kneader,’ though it was, in fact, an act that already had a name.
“Ah!… Ah… Ah…!”
It was a far stronger, more thrilling stimulation, incomparable to her fingers.
The corner was cold and hard, mercilessly pressing into her most sensitive mound.
Pressing firmly from the outside was the only method she knew.
Her eyes slowly began to lose focus.
As she took in the sight of Jung Hae-in and Cheon Yeo-wool’s acts beyond her gaze…
“Ah… Ahk…”
Slowly… she approached her climax.
*
Okay.
Now the penthouse should be truly, completely empty.
I checked Night’s Wavelength for Flapper—no, Bam—and returned to the penthouse.
I keyed in the familiar passcode and opened the door to the apartment.
Ah… Ah…
“?”
What… what the…
But the moment I opened the door and stepped inside, I was greeted by someone’s hot, shameless moans.
Was that Cheon Yeo-wool?
Seriously, what is she doing here instead of at school…
I crept toward the master bedroom, the source of the sound, muffling my footsteps.
Then I peeked inside through the crack of the open door.
I was speechless.
On the bed, Cheon Yeo-wool and I were naked, fucking like mad.
And in front of my desk… was Yoon Chae-ha.
Moreover, judging by what she was doing…
My mind raced, trying to make sense of the incomprehensible situation.
First, according to my All-Encompassing Perception, the scene on the bed wasn't a living being but something closer to an ‘illusion’ formed from faint mana.
But the Yoon Chae-ha standing at the desk was not.
She was real.
Which meant that Yoon Chae-ha was in my room, watching porn by herself.
And the actors were me and Cheon Yeo-wool.
This led to the conclusion that she was, undeniably, masturbating.
What should I do here?
First option.
‘Chae-ha, this is my house. Go back to your place and finish.’
Second option.
‘Chae-ha, what on earth happened?’
Third option.
‘Let me show you how to make it feel even better.’
In my opinion, none of the three were right.
The first option felt close to violating Yoon Chae-ha’s human rights.
At least, that’s how I saw it.
It was something I shouldn't do to a girl at her most sensitive age.
The second option.
This one was closer to the right path, but… just entering the room itself was extremely tricky.
I might be fine, but Yoon Chae-ha…?
She would probably faint on the spot, or perhaps never be able to face me again.
The third option.
This one goes without saying…
In the end, I thought of a fourth option.
‘Flee.’
I’ll just pretend I didn’t see anything.
Of course, this is my room, my bed, and the male actor in the audio-visual hologram playing before my eyes is a naked Jung Hae-in, but…
I slowly began to close the door I had left open…
“Aahng…!”
Clatter!
Uh oh.
Startled by the sharp moan from inside, I accidentally slammed the door shut.
I have to… get out of here…
Fling.
Before my thought could even finish, the door that had just closed was thrown open again, violently.
And there stood Yoon Chae-ha, glaring at me with bloodshot eyes.
“……”
“……”
We stood there like that, staring at each other in silence for several seconds.
Grip.
Then, Yoon Chae-ha moved first, snatching my hand in a tight grasp.
And she dragged me right into the scene of her crime.
“……”
What was I supposed to say?
“I masturbated.”
But long before I could speak.
It was Yoon Chae-ha who uttered the shocking words.
She looked straight up at me and continued, her tone calm and explicit.
“While watching you and Cheon Yeo-wool… have sex…”
I held my breath for a moment at her words.
“I see.”
I see.
What do I do?
Drip.
The sound of water dripping from somewhere made me look down at the floor.
A clear liquid had just fallen from between her legs.
“Do you remember the promise we made a while ago?”
“…What?”
“That you’d teach me anything I don’t know.”
Right. We did.
I was something of a mentor to Yoon Chae-ha.
“Teach me this, too.”
Aaaahk!! Hae-in!!!
Kngghh…
With a gesture, she pointed to the illusion of me and Cheon Yeo-wool, still thrusting wildly on the bed.
“And…”
A shy blush crept onto her face.
“How to make it feel… even better…”
I have no choice.
If this is my karma, then so be it.
I’ve already shared a deep kiss with Yoon Chae-ha.
I remember making her lose her senses like that before.
This, too, is unavoidable.
She likes me.
And I like Yoon Chae-ha, too.
As more than a friend.
I took a step toward this poor genius girl standing before me, awaiting my answer.
With a single wave of my hand, I scattered the illusion of my lovemaking with Cheon Yeo-wool that still lingered in the room.
Then, I covered Yoon Chae-ha’s mouth with my own.
Slurp.
I sucked on her soft lips.
“Hngh…?!”
A small, surprised moan escaped her lips.
I gently explored the inside of her mouth for a moment before pulling away.
Then, I looked directly into her orange eyes, hazy with pleasure, and asked.
“So, how far have you gotten?”
I had become curious about the genius girl’s academic progress.
At my question, Yoon Chae-ha took a moment to catch her breath.
Then, she confidently lifted her sweater right in front of me.
Her mound, bare without any bottoms, was exposed to the air.
“Like this…”
She walked over to my desk.
Press… press…
Like a cat, she leaned her body against the desk, her hands barely gripping the edge for support.
Then she began to slowly press her most sensitive, heated part against the hard, blunt corner.
“Hah…! Hngh, ahhng…”
I was momentarily speechless at the sight.
A laugh escaped me as I watched her immediately put what she’d learned into practice.
She was so endearing that I couldn’t hold back any longer.
I strode toward Yoon Chae-ha.
She was so completely absorbed in the act of grinding against the desk corner that she didn’t notice me until I was standing right behind her.
Her slender, trembling shoulders were right in front of me, accompanied by her heated moans.
Without hesitation, I bent down.
One arm wrapped around her back, while the other firmly gripped the back of her feverish thigh.
“Hiyat…?!”
A startled, scream-like moan burst from her.
I lifted her clean off the desk where she’d been leaning, lost in pleasure, and laid her down on the bed.
“Chae-ha.”
“Ah… Yes…”
At my low voice, she had somehow switched back into docile student mode.
“I’ll teach you everything.”
By the end of today, Yoon Chae-ha’s desired lesson would be complete.
Her thighs, still trembling with the lingering afterglow, were a pitiable sight.
“What you were doing just now… what was that?”
I asked, gesturing toward the act of her standing and rubbing against the corner. Yoon Chae-ha avoided my gaze and answered in a voice as small as an ant.
“The… Kneader…”
A small laugh escaped me at the clumsy word.
I nodded and, without hesitation, placed my palm over her sex, which was damp with wet warmth.
Slap.
The sound of my palm sticking to her warm, soft skin was stark.
“Ah…! Hngh…”
At the sensation of her most sensitive part being completely enveloped, Yoon Chae-ha’s eyes widened in surprise.
I gently cupped her plump mound with my entire palm, taking a moment to feel its shape and temperature.
Then, I focused my senses on the calluses on my palm, formed from training.
Subtly, slowly.
Instead of just a soft pressure, I added the foreign stimulation of my hard calluses, pressing down on her tender flesh.
Press…
“Hah?!”
Preeesss…
“Ah, ah… Nngh…! Wait…”
It must have been an unexpected sensation.
The security of a soft palm combined with the sharp pleasure of calluses pinpointing and pressing down.
Flustered by a feeling she had never experienced before, Yoon Chae-ha twisted her hips and struggled to pull her bottom away.
Her free leg trembled uncontrollably.
I held her thigh firmly, sealing off her movements.
Once her resistance subsided, I put my weight into it and pressed her center with my palm once more.
“Ah! Ah… Wait… this is… I don’t know this…”
Yoon Chae-ha begged in a panicked voice, her legs thrashing from the sudden pleasure.
It was at that very moment.
As she moved, trying to escape, her clitoris, a hard little nub, popped out from between the soft folds of her flesh and met the callus on my palm head-on.
I had no intention of letting it go.
I pinned that small nucleus, not letting it escape, and applied one final press.
Press… slide…
“Ah! Ah! Hyaaaahng…”
Gush…
Pushed to her limit, Yoon Chae-ha’s fountain finally overflowed.
A hot stream of fluid slowly soaked my palm.
Yoon Chae-ha’s back arched slightly as she convulsed, her body trembling from the unbearable pleasure.
After a long moment of trembling with her toes curled, she finally managed to gasp out a few words.
“This… I don’t know… I didn’t know about this…”
Her vacant eyes desperately tried to meet mine.
“We haven’t even started yet.”
I leaned down and pressed a kiss to her forehead.
“I’ll teach you everything.”
Because I’m your teacher.