Taking a Breather (2): "Can We Meet Tomorrow, Sungcheol?"
The moment I saw the message from Cha Yuri, I didn't hesitate—I moved the chat to KakaoTalk and fired back a reply.
Of course she wasn't upset. The second I sent that message, her projected points on the Hunter Libido Manager System jumped from 70 to 75.
It was embarrassing to say, sure, but knowing it flustered her even more let me push shamelessly ahead. Dealing with Cha Yuri always brought out the cheesier lines on purpose. There was something satisfying about watching that stoic face of hers crack, bit by bit.
Meeting early wasn't a bad thing. I'd been thinking it was time to come clean to her about my promiscuous past anyway. More time to talk made it perfect.
Dungeon sex was only possible with Cha Yuri—and it was one of her unique charms, different from the others. How could I hate something so lovable about her?
Even if she ever wanted to stop, I'd be the one begging to keep it going. Just imagining her naked and alone in that dim forest made my heart race—and other things stand at attention.
...God, at this rate, I'd end up like Pavlov's dog, pitching a tent the second I stepped into the Ancient Tree Tomb.
Same night, 11 p.m. Do Sihee's room.
"Nngh... haah..."
In the bedroom where the blonde heiress to the Do Kyung Group—the most legitimate successor—went to sleep almost every night, a woman's sharp moans echoed.
"Haah... S-Sungcheol..."
Do Sihee, half-reclined in a chair with her nightgown half-undone, murmured a certain someone's name, face pressed to the table. Her right hand worked furiously between her legs, sliding back and forth.
"I miss you," she thought.
"M-Me too... I miss you too, Sungcheol..."
Squelch, squelch, squelch.
Do Sihee replayed their last KakaoTalk exchange in her mind as she called his name. Her index, middle, and ring fingers rubbed her inner walls relentlessly, delivering waves of pleasure. She lingered in that itchy, pre-climax haze.
"Eunbyeol! N-Now... give me that now!"
The moment "Eunbyeol" left her lips, the maid who'd been standing silently in the room moved toward her. In her hand was a pair of fairly large jeans.
"Here you are, Mistress."
Do Sihee snatched them with a whoosh, burying her face in the crotch. Her fingers sped up another notch.
The long rod of her three fingers plunged in and out of her entrance, flushing her face and pussy deeper shades of red with each thrust.
"Hnnngh...!!"
She inhaled deeply into the jeans. The original owner's scent had mostly faded from repeated use, but she craved even a faint whiff to push her over the edge.
For Do Sihee, separated from her lover physically, this indirect contact was desperately needed.
Squelch-squelch-squelch-squelch-squelch!
"Hngh, hn, haah, haaah...!!"
Her moans grew ragged as climax neared. Including foreplay, this session had dragged on for over an hour—her mind was filled with nothing but the urge to cum.
Just before orgasm, her back arched off the chair.
Crash!
The chair toppled backward under her weight, but the blonde heiress didn't hit the floor. As if anticipating it, Maid Eunbyeol caught her perfectly.
"Haaaaah...!!"
Do Sihee yanked her fingers free, ending her long masturbation with a shudder. Afterward, Eunbyeol's hands gently moved her limp body to the bed.
"Haa, ha... sorry for the hassle again, Eunbyeol."
"It's fine, Mistress. But please, next time, could you handle your urges on the bed?"
"E-Even so, it's easier to picture his face masturbating in a chair than on the soft bed..."
That first encounter on the park bench was her most ecstatic memory. Naturally, she often chose uncomfortable chairs over the plush bed for her sessions, fingers flying.
A couple of tumbles later, Eunbyeol had no choice but to stand by and assist during these moments. As a former hunter, she knew libido management was key to a long career—and saw this as part of her duties.
"Mistress."
Even the ever-silent maid had one nagging question.
"Is this Kim Sungcheol really so incredible that you've fallen this hard?"
It was about the man whose name Do Sihee invoked without fail during every session. Just one or two meetings, yet her glowing praise clashed with her usual cool detachment in relationships.
"I told you. Sungcheol is the only man in this world who can satisfy me."
"I understand your standards are higher than most women's. But surely he's not the only one in the world?"
"No, he's the only one. Absolutely."
Conviction burned in Do Sihee's eyes.
"Even if another male Awakener pops up somewhere—maybe even stronger than him. Things that happen once can happen twice. But among them, who else could handle my... pervy, annoying kinks? I can't imagine it."
"......"
"And I've already decided to love him. Love isn't something you mechanically transfer when conditions match. I used to think that way, but now? I can't picture this feeling shifting to anyone else."
Eunbyeol pondered her mistress's resolve before speaking slowly.
"Monday, you mentioned using the Do Kyung Group's private beach?"
"Yeah. Before summer ends, I want a swimsuit date with him."
"I'll accompany you, Mistress."
"Huh?"
"If he might become your partner, shouldn't I at least say hello?"
It sounded reasonable, but Do Sihee saw through her intent from their prior talk. Introducing her loyal maid to her love felt premature.
"Eunbyeol, are you doubting my judgment?"
"I trust your eye completely. I'm just worried that passionate love might cloud your usual sharp reasoning a bit."
"......"
"You'll need a helicopter pilot to reach the private beach anyway."
Eunbyeol pulled out her 'Rotorcraft Pilot' license. Do Sihee couldn't easily refuse the maid who'd been with her since childhood.
"...Fine, I'll ask him. If he says no, nothing I can do."
"Thank you, Mistress."
Words alone wouldn't convince her, Do Sihee figured. Meeting him in person would make Eunbyeol see how amazing he was, too.