Chapter 9
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 9
Chapter Title: Clothes... Shall I Take Them Off?
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"Clothes... I'll take them off?"
"...Yeah."
Sia hooked her fingers into the waistband of her pants and waited for Yerin's response before making a move.
She lifted her hips slightly, then slowly slid her pants and panties down together.
Yerin was so fixated on her movements that she even forgot to blink.
She kept swallowing hard, her eyes crossing toward the center.
The quiet rustle of fabric brushing against skin felt deafening.
The front of her pants bulged hugely from her erection, refusing to come down easily.
Or rather, she was putting on a deliberate show.
The rigid shaft tugged the fabric taut all the way down.
The moment the long shaft sprang free from her pants, it snapped upward with force.
"Eek?!"
Yerin jolted back in shock.
She nearly toppled over backward in her chair, so Sia hurriedly stood and grabbed her shoulders.
"You okay?"
"Ah, y-yeah... Thanks... a lot..."
Even as she met Sia's eyes and mumbled her thanks, her gaze kept drifting downward, pulled by gravity, straight to that cock.
A flush crept from Yerin's face all the way to her collarbone.
Standing so close now, the tip of Sia's cock pointed right at her face.
Yerin's shaky breaths tickled it.
The hypersensitive shaft twitched faintly in response.
The near-miss of that upward-thrusting cock brushing her nose made her own sensitive spots tighten up.
"...!"
Yerin's shoulders heaved in time with the cock's movements.
"Ah, sorry about that."
"N-No, it's fine..."
Sia sat back in her chair, and Yerin straightened hers before refocusing on the purification.
A bright light enveloped the cock.
Yerin's outstretched hands hovered so close it seemed like they might touch it any second.
Her breathing grew rougher.
It wasn't just from using the skill for so long.
"Have you been working at the Bureau for long?"
"...No, just about a year now. I joined right after awakening."
Sia flashed a gentle smile at the tense Yerin, peppering her with questions.
Thanks to that, Yerin's stiff body gradually relaxed, bringing a slight sense of relief.
She couldn't properly refuse the pants removal, which was partly her fault, but deep down she'd assumed Sia harbored lewd intentions.
After all, she'd originally been a guy.
And even as a woman now, she still had that cock attached.
But seeing those innocent eyes with no hint of lust made Yerin realize she'd been dead wrong.
"Wow... so you've had it for over three years?"
"Yep. Fighting actually suited me surprisingly well, but my lack of presence was always the biggest issue."
And it'd been over three years since she'd become a woman... so surely that made it even less of a problem?
Didn't they say the mind tends to follow the body?
Only then could Yerin fully let her guard down and concentrate on the purification.
But.
'No change at all...'
No matter how much skill power she poured in, the massive cursed energy built up in Sia's lower body wouldn't budge an inch.
The other curses spread through her body were the same.
She wasn't quite a veteran yet after just two years on the job, but she'd never struggled with purification like this before.
A unfamiliar surge of determination and competitive spirit boiled up, making her oblivious to how her hands had crept so close they nearly enveloped the cock.
She only realized how close she'd gotten when her cock—thrilled by her adorable efforts on behalf of her little white lie—throbbed hard and bumped her hand.
Thwack.
"Kyaa!"
"Ah, sorry. It just... happened."
"No... it's my fault for getting too close."
Forcing her pounding heart to calm, she dove back into the task.
But her focus wavered bit by bit from the heat of that thing against her palm moments ago.
'That was... the feel of a cock...'
The first cock she'd ever touched felt incredibly hot and firm.
It had been less than a second, but the warmth lingered in her palm.
She gulped repeatedly, fixating on the cock half-obscured by her hand.
The cute pink, glossy glans.
The veiny, intimidating shaft contrasting its clean hue.
Sia chuckled softly at Yerin's cute fixation on her cock.
It overlapped with her friends' excited fiddling just days ago.
"Doesn't holding your hands up like that get tiring?"
"Y-Yeah? Uh... no, it's fine..."
"One from above, one from below—should be the same. Make yourself more comfortable."
Not waiting for an answer, Sia grabbed Yerin's hands and guided them downward.
Her cock was now fully exposed, unblocked.
"...Ngh!"
Yerin's face flushed deeper as she squeezed her eyes shut.
But at some point, she peeked through slitted lids, staring at it.
A glimpse of clear fluid glistening in the slit of the urethra.
Honey-like precum sparkling under the skill's light made her sensitive spots harden further.
She wanted to rip off both her top and bottom underwear—it felt so stuffy.
As Yerin floundered in unfamiliar lust, losing her senses, Sia gripped both her hands.
Her hands drew closer around the shaft.
A tiny shift and they'd brush it.
"U-Um... what's...?"
Yerin looked up from her cock fixation.
Sia's face had somehow closed in to kissing distance.
That overwhelmingly beautiful face, enough to stir any woman, loomed so close her heart felt like it'd shatter.
And with it, the denied thought resurfaced.
'...No way, right?'
She's a woman now.
It's been three years.
She even asked if you could purify her cock.
The thought circled endlessly in her mind.
"B-By the way... what did you mostly do there?"
"Huh?"
"You said... it got really boring..."
"Oh. I watched a lot of plays and art exhibits. Never seen any here before, but they were surprisingly fun."
"I-I see."
Yerin forcibly changed the subject to clear her head.
But Sia's next words left her speechless.
"Still, what I did most was sex."
"......"
"Yerin unnie?"
"......Sex?"
"Yeah. Sex."
"......W-With... men?"
"No. With women. I did become a woman, and they see me as one... but I still prefer women."
"Ah..."
Ah...?
Yerin's mind went blank for a moment.
Snapping back, she tried to yank her hands away—but she couldn't.
She thought Sia was gripping tight, forcing her... but no.
Sia was just gently cradling the backs of her hands.
"Haa..."
At Sia's sultry, seductive sigh, she glanced down.
"Eh...?"
It happens sometimes.
You don't realize you're hurt if you don't look at the wound.
Hers was the same.
The instant she noticed she was holding the cock, scorching heat seeped from her palms through her whole body.
Her heart thundered painfully.
Her lower belly grew heavy as her insides slowly grew wet.
"What... is this...?"
"You've been holding it since you changed the subject earlier."
"M-Me?"
As she asked again, Sia smiled cutely and released her hands.
The cock twitched faintly between her prayer-like grip.
Even unmoving, it jerked on its own, making it look like Yerin was stroking it herself.
"Unnie's hands are so soft..."
Thoughts of escaping this situation faded further at Sia's cute smile.
Her heated breaths gave way to a desire to make this excited woman feel even better.
"......"
Silently, Yerin readjusted her grip on the cock.
Even with both hands, plenty of the long shaft remained.
Overwhelmed by its superior size, she twisted her thighs and hips, slowly moving her hands.
Maintaining the skill was her last shred of conscience.
'...Papers say healing skills work better with body contact.'
So this was just medical procedure.
She wasn't some loose woman—she repeated it in her head to protect herself.
"Ngh...♡"
Each twitch drew cute moans from Sia.
Gaining inexplicable confidence from the sounds, Yerin moved her hands more boldly.
Precum oozed from the slit in time with her up-and-down strokes.
Sticky fluid coated her hands generously.
"Mm..."
"Feels... good?"
She stole a glance at Sia, whose breaths were growing sweeter, and asked.
Sia nodded silently with a soft smile.
Her response made Yerin's chest flutter like a praised child.
With clumsy motions, she mimicked scenes from videos she'd only seen.
That awkward stimulation only aroused Sia more.
The cock hardened further, leaking profusely.
Its massive size made it look like a beast drooling over prey.
"Wow..."
A soft gasp escaped Yerin.
No experience meant no sense of danger yet.
"Unnie."
"Yes?"
Called while focused downward, Yerin looked up.
Sia gently cupped her chin and kissed her flushed face.
"Mm...?!"
Smack, smooch... slurp...
Yerin lightly resisted the sudden kiss at first, but the novel soft texture melted her strength away instantly.
Her shoulders slumped as she slowly matched Sia's tongue.
'Ah... I shouldn't...'
Kissing crossed the last line of "purification work."
But escaping this dizzying sensation felt wrong too.
The light around Sia's cock faded.
In the quiet office, only kissing sounds and the lewd squelches of her sticky handjob echoed.
"Hng... mm...♡ Mm...♡"
Sia began teasing her nipples through her shirt.
Encased in her bra but hypersensitive, even light touches made Yerin's body react strongly.
"Haa...♡ Ah...♡ Chup, slurp...♡"
Yerin's face melted in pleasure as she eagerly worked her tongue.
Through pleasure-hazed eyes, she caught Sia's satisfied smile.
Embarrassed, she averted her gaze but didn't stop her tongue or hands.
The gripped cock throbbed bigger.
She felt it swell impossibly hard for a human body.
Sia's nipple caresses grew rougher too.
From light circling to pinching and twisting like milking.
"Hnnng...♡"
Spluuurt, spluuuurt♡
Splurt, splurt, splurt♡
As Yerin hit a light climax, Sia ejaculated thick semen.
She tried blocking with her hands, but the force and volume were immense.
It overflowed onto her shirt and face.
"Haa...♡ Haa...♡ Hng...♡"
The hot semen seeped through her clothes.
Yerin leaned half against the backrest, catching her breath.
Sia smiled leisurely still, extending a slender hand.
"Clothes... shall I take them off?"