The Master's Chamber
"Ha-eun!"
"Yes? Yes, ma'am!"
It was just past four in the afternoon. At Senior Han-na's call, I scrambled up from my seat—I'd been in the middle of a demonstration, working my mouth around nothing but air.
"Aw, what? It was just getting good."
"Did you see her tongue writhing around? That was so filthy."
These fucking bitches... I'll be adding your names to my revenge notebook too.
...Ah. Right. I don't even know their names.
"Hurry up. We need to go upstairs."
"Upstairs?"
I followed after her as she strode ahead, and the two of us stepped into the elevator. She pressed the button, and the car began to rise at once. It was only going from the sixteenth floor to the seventeenth, and yet it climbed for an unnaturally long time. Senior Han-na watched me as I stared blankly at the floor numbers, my face drawn tight with nerves.
"Listen carefully. You cannot make a mistake like you did in the Team Leader's office."
"Please trust me, Senior. This Shin Ha-eun is a woman who doesn't make the same mistake twice."
"Hmm. For some reason, that isn't nearly as reassuring as it should be. Maybe it's because I just watched you give a blowjob to thin air."
"......"
I'm putting her name in the revenge notebook for real. At least I know her name.
Ding—
The number 17 finally lit up on the display. The elevator didn't open right away. A pressure hung in the air, as if the car itself were telling us to finish our last-minute grooming before we stepped inside.
"Senior, I know we're late, but why are we here? Did information come in about the missing Warriors?"
"No. We were just summoned."
She's this tense just because we got summoned? Is it someone high up? It's only one floor.
Tense, I checked my reflection in the elevator walls. Hair neat. Tie straight. Jacket buttoned. No pants. Ah...
"Fix your posture. The door's about to open."
"Yes..."
What good is posture when I'm not wearing any pants?
I wanted to argue the point, but Senior Han-na had already pressed the open button. The doors slid apart onto a scene that looked like something out of the demon realm—dark, crimson, and vast. A massive desk sat in the center as if to declare that this sprawling space belonged to one person alone, and in the chair behind it sat a muscular man.
...Wait. A man?
"Eh...?"
"Ha-eun."
I made a stupid noise, covering my crotch, and Senior Han-na shot me a glare.
No, no, but... I mean... I'm not wearing anything down there right now...
The shame wouldn't die down no matter what I did. I stood there frozen, unable to move either way, when the man shifted the hand resting on his desk.
A bell?
What he held was a bell of a dull, dark hue. He gave it a single shake.
Dong—
The entire building seemed to tremble. The shame that had been flooding through me resonated with the sound, shuddered—and vanished without a trace. I couldn't make sense of what had just happened, but Senior Han-na was already walking forward. I followed after her, listening as she spoke.
"I have brought the Warrior of Light you summoned, Shin Ha-eun. Master."
......Master?
Why is she calling that man Master... wait?
"Mm. Very well. Come in."
The man set the bell down on the desk and met my eyes. And then I saw it, behind those eyes—black mana, writhing like smoke, radiating an ominous light. This was unmistakably...
"...A Varg?"
I moved instantly. I grabbed Senior Han-na by the shoulder and yanked her back, summoned my armor and gauntlets, and lunged at him.
"You're smiling?"
Even as I drew my fist back over the desk, the man made no move to defend himself. He just kept smiling. Let's see if you can keep that smile once my fist is buried in your face.
"Ha-eun!! What do you think you're doing?!"
A shriek of sheer horror tore from behind me. Without taking my eyes off the man, I spoke.
"Senior Han-na. Get out of here right now. He's a Varg."
"That's what I'm asking—what are you talking about?!"
I realized further explanation was pointless and threw my fist toward the man...
Dong—
...should... have... thrown...?
"Quite the spirited one, coming to the rescue."
"Uh... uh..."
What... did I just do?
I hastily dismissed my gauntlets and armor and stumbled backward. Cold air kissed my lower body once more, and my heart plummeted as the reality of the irreversible mistake I'd just made sank in.
"I-I'm sorry. I, I mistook you for..."
"Ha-eun!"
"Ugh!"
Senior Han-na rushed up from behind and seized my shoulder in a crushing grip. The strength in those small hands spoke volumes about her desperation. A heavy guilt pressed down on my shoulder right alongside her hand. I'd messed up. Twice in one day.
"I-I'm so sorry!"
Without another word, I dropped my head and confessed my fault. I could feel the man looking down at my bowed head in silence. What drove me insane even now was that, for reasons I couldn't explain, my body was screaming at me to throw a punch at this man. I crushed the instinct as hard as I could and bowed even deeper. I was wondering if I should just drop to my knees and prostrate myself when—
"I suppose a combative nature is only to be expected. You are a Warrior, after all."
"Ah..."
The man's gentle voice eased some of the weight from my shoulders.
"Though I hear you came from Area A."
"Yes. That's correct."
"Hmm. And over there..."
But the moment I heard what came next, I knew something had gone terribly wrong.
"...do the females usually apologize like this?"
I desperately sought out the one person in this room who still had common sense—Senior Han-na. She was right beside me, bowing her head in line with mine, and she hissed urgently into my ear.
"A blowjob...! You're supposed to give him a blowjob!"
"Ah..."
That's right. When a female committed an offense against a male, proper manners dictated that she crawl between his legs and immediately start licking his cock. Berating myself for recalling this crucial fact so late, I dropped to my knees and planted my hands on the floor.
"Well, you're a little late, but that's fine. Come here."
"Th-thank you."
The man chuckled and, with one hand, slid the heavy wooden desk aside. Now nothing stood between him and me. On all fours, I crawled more easily now and settled myself between his legs.
"Ugh..."
I glanced up and found him looking down at me, backlit by the lights. The meaning beneath that cold gaze—you are a lesser thing—sent a chill crawling down the back of my neck.
I-I have to apologize...
I was the one in the wrong, so I had to apologize, but... uh... how was I supposed to do this?
"My. Is apologizing for one's own mistakes truly this difficult in Area A?"
"N-no, it's not like that."
Damn it. He's hitting me right where it hurts.
If I hesitate any longer, I'll disgrace all of Area A. I have to stop that, if only for my comrades' sake.
"...Excuse me."
"By all means."
I glanced up at the man, who was looking thoroughly pleased with himself, then dropped my gaze again. I pushed my upper body between his arrogantly spread legs and reached for his pants. I undid the belt, unfastened the buckle, and tugged down his underwear...
"Auhk...!"
His fully erect cock brushed the tip of my nose and came to rest right in front of my eyes.
"Ah..."
The sudden rush of male scent and searing heat made my throat bob on its own.
"Ha-eun. Hurry up."
I was swallowing back drool when the urging came from behind. Senior Han-na was glaring at me, thoroughly furious. I had to make this right somehow.
"M-may I suck it?"
"Ohh. I'll give you points for not just stuffing it in your mouth without asking."
The man said this while patting my head. Humiliation welled up, but I forced a servile smile and offered my thanks. With a jerk of his chin, he granted me permission to suck his cock. I opened my mouth and leaned in. The soft head bumped against my lips, and a uniquely male, overpowering scent filled my mouth.
"Slurp... suck... slurp..."
The vulgar wet sounds I was making spread through the dark, crimson space. I slowly rubbed my tongue along his urethra and stole a glance at his face.
Am I doing this right...?
"So the females from Area A aren't complete idiots after all?"
"A-as a female, of courth."
I said this with a swell of pride, his cock still in my mouth. He seemed reasonably satisfied with my service; he covered his mouth and his shoulders shook. He looked like he was in a good mood. Thank god. Watching his face for a reaction, I slowly brought my hand to his cock. He nodded his permission.
"Slurp... suck... shlurp..."
I added stimulation, gently tapping the hard shaft with my fingertips. Looking satisfied, he lifted his chin and reclined arrogantly against the back of his chair.
"Ahh. This is nice. The mouth-pussy of a Warrior of Light. I'm glad I worked so hard for this."
"......?"
What does him working hard have to do with anything? I'm doing this because I made a mistake.
I couldn't make sense of it, but I kept doing what I was doing.
"Shlurp... slurp... shloop..."
I bobbed my head in long, deep strokes, sucking his cock.
"Mm... mmmph..."
I worked the shaft and the head with a tongue heavy with drool, and I could see him loosening up, going slack.
"Ah, this is nice too, but it'd be a shame to finish in your mouth."
"Mm...?"
"We don't have much time."
With that, he grabbed me by the hair and pulled his cock from my mouth. With a wet pop, the hard, warm presence that had filled my mouth was gone, and I licked my lips with a pang of disappointment. He looked down at me with a chuckle, then started stripping off my clothes. The jacket I'd still been wearing slid to the floor, and he ripped the buttons open in both directions.
"Aah..."
"This is in the way."
Then he grabbed a pair of scissors from the desk, snipped through my bra, and yanked it down and off. My eyes flicked to the bra as it dropped to the floor—but only for a moment.
"What are you spacing out for?"
"Ugh... th-that hurts..."
The man grabbed me by the hair and dragged me toward the corner. A wide, crimson bed was waiting there.
"Augh...!"
His rough hands flung me onto the bed. I rolled my eyes around, unable to do anything, as he looked down at me coldly and asked:
"You're no virgin, so I assume you know what to do?"
"......"
I averted my eyes from him and moved my body. I scooted back a little, then lay down in a suitable spot and assumed the position. As I lay there still, the man spoke.
"Nothing to say? I'm a little disappointed. I don't have a hobby of embracing blocks of wood."
Isn't this enough? What more does he want?
But I was the one apologizing. I couldn't talk back. I thought hard for a moment, then dredged up the kinds of words a man like him would want to hear and poured them out of my mouth.
It was so humiliating that tears sprang to my eyes.