The Academy's Exclusive Courtesan's Professional Ethics (8)
The nickname ‘Ygg’ sounded a little strange to the people of this world. Breaking down the name Yggdrasil gave us Ing + Dra + Sil, so naturally no one would split “Dra” in half to make a cute nickname. But because Gyeoul called her with such warmth and affection—“Ygg unnie~!”—it had become Yggdrasil’s favorite pet name. Knowing it was a name only Gyeoul used for her made it feel even more precious.
It was also one of the reasons Yggdrasil had grown so fond of this Prostitute Week.
In her heart, she wished Gyeoul would stay in this courtesan persona the entire time she was here—that is, until the curse incident was resolved. Of course, if that actually happened, not only the other students but Yggdrasil herself would hit her financial limit. In truth, she was already in danger. She had touched assets that were nominally hers but should never have been used. If Mother ever found out…
No, no. As long as she didn’t get caught, it would be fine. Yeah…
The important thing was that Yggdrasil loved this moment more than anything—the moment when she could exert special influence over Gyeoul.
Or so she thought.
In reality, the idea that Yggdrasil was exerting influence over Gyeoul was nothing but a delusion. Because even at this very moment, Gyeoul was treating every single guest with perfect equality.
To begin with, the fact that every single payment looked equally precious to Gyeoul simply meant that gold bars and scraps of paper held the same value in her eyes. The “fee” Yggdrasil paid was exactly the same as what the other guests offered. It was the difference between paying ten thousand won in cash or by bank transfer. But if the person paying by bank transfer started feeling superior to those paying in cash, and the cash payers actually felt intimidated by it… what would that look like?
…Honestly, it was bewildering. Had they all been hypnotized as a group? But since there seemed to be some kind of unwritten rule among the guests, she had no choice but to accept it even if it was hard to understand.
So what should she do?
The answer Gyeoul had come up with as a prostitute was this:
“Ygg unnie. Bella unnie came first, right?”
A prostitute’s guests were still guests. Teaching bad-mannered customers proper etiquette was also part of a seller’s job.
“B-but… this dragon came first…”
“Bella unnie came first, right?”
“…Yes.”
Gyeoul stroked Yggdrasil’s head as if praising a good child.
“Then please wait until Bella unnie is finished. Okay?”
“I-I’ll do it together!”
Yggdrasil lifted the handcuffs around her wrists as if begging to be released. If they were ordinary iron, she could have torn them like paper. But these were self-defense tools prepared by Principal Parin for emergencies. Even a dragonkin couldn’t break them easily.
“No.”
Gyeoul shook her head firmly.
“It’s not just this once. Yggdrasil unnie, you’ve been looking down on the others a lot lately.”
“Ugh…”
Yggdrasil’s face flushed bright red at the undeniable truth.
“That’s why I suggested we do it together today, remember? Who was the one who kicked that offer aside?”
“…”
Yggdrasil’s entire face burned crimson.
“So please wait. When it’s unnie’s turn, I’ll make sure you have a really dirty, really fun time. Alright?”
“…I.”
Yggdrasil wanted to say she’d just leave out of wounded pride. She held back the tears threatening to burst out. When she lifted her head to do so, she nearly collided with Gyeoul’s violently voluptuous breasts and face.
“Uwaa…♡”
It was a chest that naturally drew gasps of admiration. A softness, squishiness, and overwhelming happiness that her own lacking curves could never produce.
“O-okay.”
Before she knew it, Yggdrasil was already nodding. Only then did Gyeoul unlock the handcuffs.
“Then wait right here. Got it?”
“Yes…”
For a moment, the thought of pouncing on her now that the cuffs were off crossed her mind.
No. I can’t do that.
She held herself back. She had a feeling that if she did, Gyeoul would hate her even after the hypnosis ended and even after moving on to the next one. She didn’t want Gyeoul to hate her. If Gyeoul hated her, she wouldn’t have the confidence to keep living.
Huh?
Only then did Yggdrasil—the noble dragon of the golden bloodline, the one destined to become the next Golden Lord—realize something.
This dragon… toward Gyeoul…
When she thought about it coldly, Gyeoul was ultimately just an employee hired by the academy for sexual relief. Even without the hypnosis, she was essentially a prostitute. Hadn’t she become far too emotionally attached to such a person?
Perhaps she had already handed over something far more precious than the current gold reserves into Gyeoul’s hands.
N-no. It’s fine… And Gyeoul is kind, so…
She couldn’t deny that she had fallen, but she told herself it was okay because the person she’d fallen for was kind. It was exactly the kind of thought someone who had already fallen too hard would have.
Yggdrasil hadn’t fully realized that yet. She simply sat down on the waiting sofa, waiting for her turn.
Of course, with her cock standing rigidly at attention.
“Now then, Bella unnie.”
Gyeoul approached Bella with a playful giggle.
“Shall we have some fun?”
“I-I…”
Bella glanced nervously at Yggdrasil.
“I’ll just—mmph…♡”
The words she was about to say—I’ll just go quickly—were cut off by Gyeoul’s kiss.
The saying that prostitutes sell their bodies but not their lips was a lie. Most prostitutes kissed just fine. And Gyeoul’s kiss was incredibly sweet.
Her tongue slipped into Bella’s mouth, teasing the inside with playful little taps. It slid across her gums, gently sucked her tongue out, and wrapped around it stickily.
“Haaup♡”
It smelled faintly of semen, but the sweetness and obscenity of her saliva overwhelmed that completely, flooding Bella’s mouth. When she reflexively swallowed, the scent of Gyeoul rose from her stomach and made her head spin.
“Chuuup… chup, chuup♡ Haaup, hehe, chuuuup… hehe♡ Bella unnie, you’re really good at kissing, aren’t you?”
Of course, Bella wasn’t actually good at kissing. She was just like the other guests. But as a prostitute, it was her job to tell every customer they were good at it.
And in reality, Bella’s heart was pounding. Praise felt good even if it wasn’t true. Especially when it came from a specific person in a specific situation.
“Huu…♡ Chup, haa…♡ Yeah, I love Bella unnie so much♡ Hehe, you’re so good at kissing and I love you so, so much♡”
As she spoke, Gyeoul gave a quick glance in Yggdrasil’s direction.
“Ah…”
Their eyes met. Yggdrasil had been watching the kiss between Gyeoul and Bella in a daze. Gyeoul gave the petite dragon girl a soft, apologetic smile.
I’m sorry. Just wait a little longer, okay?
Yggdrasil nodded blankly. Gyeoul returned her full attention to kissing Bella.
“Haaup…♡ Huuu…♡”
In truth, Gyeoul wasn’t nearly as composed as she appeared. Her innate incompatibility with being a prostitute and her onahole-optimized body had already become unbearably aroused from Bella’s clumsy kissing alone. Her pussy and ass twitched, begging to be loved instead of just her mouth. Her folds drooled thick nectar instead of normal arousal, while her poor neglected rear hole clenched and fluttered desperately, trying to seduce.
I-it’s not easy…♡
She had wanted to create a longer, stickier, sweeter atmosphere with Bella to make Yggdrasil reflect more deeply on her behavior. At this rate, her own brain was going to melt from the kiss before Bella’s did.
“Then… shall we do something really naughty now, Bella unnie?”
She led Bella to the bed and lay down first. But she kept her legs pressed together. Then she guided Bella’s hand between her thighs. It was a performance—making the other person spread her legs themselves. Like the excitement of unwrapping a gift.
Hot breath spilled from between Bella’s lips.
“Haa…♡”
Just touching her thigh was enough to feel the heat, the wetness, the stickiness. As the hand slid higher, the temperature rose until it finally reached the slick, wet folds.
“Kyaaang!?♡”
When her clitoris was lightly brushed, Gyeoul let out a genuine moan that a prostitute should never have uttered.
“Y-yeah, there…♡”
So far, everything was going according to Gyeoul’s plan.
But then.
Bella’s psychological state wouldn’t allow her to simply chase her own pleasure. The vivid memory of that unusually long kiss. The baseless confidence gained from being praised for her kissing. And the unusually clear awareness of the pussy right in front of her.
All those elements combined inside Bella’s mind and triggered a reaction.
“Ah…”
Bella’s gaze was drawn irresistibly to Gyeoul’s pussy. Gyeoul’s skin was pale white. In contrast, her inner folds were a cherry-blossom or peach pink, now glistening wetly with her nectar. Suddenly, saliva filled Bella’s mouth. It looked as fresh and sweet as ripe fruit.
And then, clearly, an act she had never once performed in her life appeared in Bella’s mind—an act she had never even imagined doing despite being born a woman. Yet it was something she had learned through knowledge alone, having read so many books that she was known by all as a literature girl.
“Um…? Bella unnie…?”
Gyeoul tilted her head, wondering why Bella was only staring instead of pressing her cock against her. The next moment, her voice turned into a high-pitched moan.
“Kyaaahang!?♡”
Because Bella had buried her face between Gyeoul’s legs and planted a wet, loving kiss right on her pussy.