First Defeat (1)
As soon as Cha Yuri and I entered the love hotel room, we shared a light kiss right there in the entryway. It was the first time we'd been completely alone together, so there was no need to worry about anyone else's eyes on us. Of course, the deep kisses were reserved for the bed, so a brief peck was more than enough—no long, drawn-out makeout session just yet.
"…Want to shower first?"
"No."
"Alright? Then I'll go first."
"No."
"……Huh?"
A hint of shy surprise escaped her as she let me pull her into my arms by the wrist. "Just like this. Don't shower."
"I must be sweaty as hell."
"Me too. Probably more than you, even."
"……."
"I want to hold you right now. I can't wait until after a shower."
Her face flushed red, but Cha Yuri nodded quietly in agreement. We naturally tumbled onto the bed, bodies overlapping.
The scent of each other's bodies, the sweat—it was all irrelevant. For both of us, the pent-up lust we'd been holding back burned far hotter than any concern like that.
In my case, it had been nearly a week since my encounter with Han Mina. And during that time, I'd avoided even masturbation to focus on training. The promotion exam date was set, and I'd poured every ounce of energy into preparing—there was no room left for fleeting pleasures. I'd staked my life on this exam. Failing meant waiting almost a year for another shot.
Of course, a week of restraint was nothing compared to Cha Yuri. She'd been waiting nearly a month since our last time. Sure, she'd probably masturbated to vent some steam—unlike me—but even accounting for that, this was sex after a full month apart.
The projected 70 points floating next to her face told me just how much she'd endured.
She lay back obediently on the bed without resistance, yielding her body to me.
"Ahht."
Still in her hunter gear, I climbed over her and kissed her deeply. Cha Yuri, starved for affection, welcomed my tongue without hesitation. Our bodies pressed together, top and bottom, as the kiss stretched on.
Schlurp, schlurp.
"Mmgh, ngh, hngh…!"
Hyaup, hyaup.
"Mmm, ngh…! …Nngh."
Maybe because it had been so long, my tongue still felt a bit foreign to her—she'd jolt in surprise at my movements now and then. It was adorable, so I deliberately hunted for her tongue inside her mouth, watching her expressions and moans.
Her personality shone through even here: thirstier for love than anyone, yet instantly suspicious when someone approached. Schlurp, schlurp.
"Hngh, mmgh…!"
On any other day, I might have savored those cute reactions and kept kissing for half an hour. But today, with my lust at an all-time peak, I was reaching my limit.
So I reached out with my right hand and grabbed her breast hard.
"Hngh…?!"
Even through her clothes, the soft give of her chest was intoxicating. As I kneaded it, she let out a string of moans mixed with shock and arousal. Those sounds vibrated straight through our joined lips, straight to me.
That direct transmission of her emotions fired me up even more. I gripped harder, gauging her reactions, until I couldn't hold back—I slipped my hand under her slightly hiked-up mage dress and slid it upward.
"Hngh…. Haaht…!!"
The moment my hand touched bare skin instead of fabric, Cha Yuri broke the kiss with a ragged moan she couldn't contain. I roughly shoved aside her bra inside the dress, exposing her defenseless breasts and nipples, and went to town.
Enveloping her whole breast in my palm and squeezing hard. Rubbing the entire mound by twisting my arm this way and that. Or just teasing those perky little nipples to see her squirm. All of it was pure delight.
"Hnght, ha, hht, haaak…!!"
Her intensifying moans proved she felt every touch. Her body arched with each one, broadcasting her excitement. And down below, her pristine white panties under the dress were now soaked translucent.
"You've been saving up a lot, huh? Getting this worked up just from some breast play."
"Y-Yeah, it's… the way you touch… it's weird…."
"Huh?"
"When I do it alone… it never feels this good…. Hnght, hyaaak…?!"
Looks like she'd been comforting herself while we were apart. I wondered what her fantasy fuel had been. Hopefully, me.
"Who'd you imagine while touching yourself?"
"Ngh, what?"
"You said you did it alone. I'm asking whose face you pictured."
"…Y-You don't need to know."
"Why not? It's important."
Figuring out a Hunter Libido Management target's tastes was prime Manager duty. But more than that, teasing her until she admitted it herself was the real fun.
"Tell me. Who'd you fantasize about?"
"…You're just asking 'cause you already know, right?"
"Who, me? No clue."
"You… really…. Hnght, haak…!"
She averted her eyes, too embarrassed to say it to my face. Adorable.
"Who was it?"
"I… told you…."
"Huh?"
"Y-You… I said… you…."
"'You' who?"
"Haa, seriously…. Hngh…?!"
To draw out a clearer confession, I pinched her nipple—and her body bucked as another moan burst free.
"If you don't answer properly, Cha Yuri, I might just keep tormenting these."
"Sungcheol, you…. I fingered myself… thinking of you…. Happy now…?"
"I knew it. But hearing it from your lips? Thrilling."
"G-Getting off on being my fap material… you're such a freak… Ahiiit…?!"
As a reward for her honesty, I gently twisted her nipple—and she shattered, a weak climax rippling through her as she vented the built-up pleasure.
"Cha Yuri, you look prettiest on the bed when you're crying like that."
"S-Stop… with the dirty talk…."
She'd figure out who the real cheeky one was soon enough.
Having thoroughly enjoyed her breasts, I moved to slide my hand lower—when suddenly, Cha Yuri grabbed both my arms with her hands.
"…Hey, don't… sneakily skip ahead like that."
"Huh?"
"Not today. I'm not letting you move on top this time. There's a limit to how much I put up with."
"……."
Who knew she'd still have the gall to say something like that, even now.
Clearly, this morning's defeat had already been erased from her mind.
"Sorry, but that's not up to you anymore, Cha Yuri."
"……What?"
"You lost to me today, fair and square."
"……."
"Remember? You promised that once I got stronger than you, you'd let me be on top."
"……Ah."
Her face twisted in delayed realization of her loss.
"N-No, that's not…."
"Not what?"
"You can't say you're stronger than me… just because of that…."
"Then what is it? Do I need a full mock battle to prove I'm stronger by beating you?"
"Th-That's not what I meant, obviously…."
"You were the one who proposed the bet first. I just accepted. If you thought beating a mere B-rank like me would stroke your ego, you should've imagined what happens if you lose."
Stumped by my logic, she hesitated—then dragged up our past romps like a sore loser.
"Y-You always climb on top without permission anyway…!"
"But you resisted every time. You just ended up under me because you couldn't match my strength."
"You only overpower me in hotels like a coward…! If I could use magic, I'd blow you away easy…."
"And yet, you lost today—even with your magic."
"……."
She winced, turning her head a beat too late to avoid my gaze.
"Sure, you're strong in your own way, Cha Yuri. Most of it's unique skills I couldn't dream of copying. But that doesn't prove you're stronger than me."
"……."
"Your loss today? That's solid proof. At least until our next matchup."
Blocked by my reasoning, she went sullen for a moment—then slowly parted her thighs, revealing what she'd been hiding.
"…Whatever. Do what you want."
She, who couldn't tolerate a weaker man taking the lead… had finally admitted her heartfelt defeat for the first time.