Chapter 163
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 163
Chapter Title: Bojian Masturbating in Front of the Boss (1)
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"Let's call it a day."
Riyo noona rose from her seat and picked up her kimono.
After squeezing out around three loads of semen without ever pulling out my cock, followed by a thorough cleanup blowjob, I had zero complaints.
I simply watched as Riyo noona slowly dressed herself, my dick hanging limp and spent.
"That outfit. Isn't it hard to put on alone?"
"It's tough, but not impossible."
"I have one question."
"No. Don't ask. It'll be something weird anyway."
"Do you extract my semen after work?"
Her movements paused briefly at my question.
With her back to me, her expression was out of sight.
So I unlocked my smartphone and pulled up the gallery photo of Riyo noona's face.
It was a selfie she'd taken with one hand on my thigh, the other holding up her phone.
The look on her face as her sticky pussy stroked my cock and her back entrance clenched around my finger.
She was desperately trying to keep her composure, but it was subtly cracking.
Her expression now was probably much the same.
"Or do you slip off to the bathroom midway to extract it?"
"...What do you care."
"I'm just curious."
"..."
Riyo noona said nothing more as she straightened her clothes and settled demurely into the head seat.
The kimono's collar covered most of her upper body, but the kiss mark on her neck peeked out precariously.
"Hurry and get dressed. I'm releasing the skill."
"Noona, aren't you being a bit prickly? You were moaning so sweetly with my cock in your mouth... I'm a little hurt."
"Just release it?"
Unfortunately, it was time to stop teasing Riyo noona.
"I'll get dressed right now."
I tucked my half-erect cock into my underwear and pulled up my pants.
Riyo noona hadn't just sucked me off—she'd meticulously wiped down my lower body with wet tissues—so slipping into my pants felt perfectly comfortable.
"Good. We'll end today's session here."
Jisu tilted her head at Riyo noona's words, and it seemed the pieces were finally falling into place for her.
"Already wrapping up?"
"Rather than extracting a lot all at once... I figured periodic small extractions like this would be better."
Her words struck me with a subtle double meaning.
She was talking about drawing information from Miho, but it sounded an awful lot like extracting semen from me too.
"Come here every morning."
"Wouldn't it be more efficient if we compiled reports on our end? Hearing it verbally like this feels so inefficient."
"No. This is just right. Tomorrow, bring some clothes for Miho to wear too. It's uncomfortable talking to her while she's naked."
Jisu nodded reluctantly.
She seemed unhappy with the decision but didn't press for details or object strongly.
'Come to think of it... I did wipe my hands, but does it still smell?'
The thought crossed my mind, so I started lifting my right thumb toward my nose.
Or at least, I tried to.
"You... you! What the hell are you doing!"
Riyo noona had seized my hand.
I hadn't even noticed her approach—she was kneeling right up on the table.
The kiss marks peeking through her slightly disheveled kimono and her flustered expression were utterly captivating.
"Wh-Why... what's wrong? Suddenly..."
"That's what I want to know! What were you about to do!"
"Well... I was just curious about the smell."
"You crazy bastard..."
A wet tissue had appeared from somewhere, and Riyo noona began scrubbing my thumb vigorously.
The skill must have been released at some point—Jisu was still tilting her head in confusion.
"Don't smell it. Go wash it thoroughly with soap. Got it?"
"Come on, over something this minor..."
"Promise me. Promise you won't smell it. Or I'll cut this finger off."
"..."
Her eyes and tone made it clear she might actually do it, so I had no choice but to nod.
"O-Okay. No need to make such a fuss over this..."
"Not good enough. Come on."
In the end, Riyo noona clamped down on my wrist and hauled me to my feet.
Her intensity suggested she'd chase me all the way to the bathroom.
By the time we reached the walkway outside the guild building.
I raised my hand to sniff my thumb.
Unfortunately, I'd washed it thoroughly in the bathroom before leaving, so all I caught was the fresh scent of soap.
'No men's room, huh? Kinda novel... Well, it was a building used exclusively by female guild members for ages. A men's room would've just sat unused.'
"Oppa. Did you do something?"
"Huh?"
Jisu spoke up as she opened the wormhole.
"This isn't like you—handling things so inefficiently... Forcing it through with zero explanation? That's weird."
"Well... maybe it's because if a sudden mission triggers on her... she wants you to speak up comfortably anytime?"
"..."
"Scheduling our meetings means we won't miss each other. The guild master's way of showing deep consideration, I guess."
"Hmm... so why go this far to accommodate you specifically?"
"W-Well?"
Jisu stepped into the wormhole with a dubious look.
As before, it connected straight to the study room rooftop.
After confirming I'd passed through, Jisu asked again.
"Did you get the video? You said we have to review it."
"No, not yet. Looks like I need to film the video first, then head down to the massage shop?"
"Sigh... Fine. Guess I'm stuck watching that again..."
"If you hate it, you don't have to watch."
"For whose sake?"
"..."
"I'm guarding you up close anyway. Better if I'm nearby. Or... you prefer it without me around?"
"No... it's just embarrassing..."
"Right. You love it more when I'm watching."
Jisu gave a short tongue click and flung the rooftop door open.
The study room, after so long, was surprisingly well-kept.
No stray hairs on the floor, no dust on the tables.
"B-Boss? How'd you... Aren't you swamped?"
"I told you to send the video. What have you been doing all this time? I came myself because you didn't."
Jian glanced at Jisu trailing behind me, then waved her hands frantically.
"No way! I cleaned, ordered supplies we were short on... Posted part-timer ads... Tons to do! Oh, and a snake showed up in the study room—firefighters came and caught it. It was brutal."
"Snake?"
At the word "snake," Miho shuddered in my arms.
Miho's earlier words suddenly flashed through my mind.
'Come to think of it, the ninth sister was a snake, right?'
More precisely, she'd said she inherited basilisk blood.
I remembered it vividly because I'd been pondering how an Amazoness mother could mate with a basilisk monster back then.
"So... what happened to that snake?"
"Huh? Th-The firefighters captured it alive, obviously? Wh-Why?"
Jisu's voice sharpened too—probably thinking of the ninth sister.
"Oppa... I'll sweep the place once more. Wait here. Guard duty to Miho for now. If anything feels off, skill up and stick to me."
"O-Okay."
Jisu's grim tone had me nodding tensely in kind.
"B-Boss. Why? Something wrong? Serious?"
Bojian, after so long, gazed up at me with a faintly scared look.
Perched on her counter chair, she evoked memories of that day I'd time-stopped and tormented her nipples.
"It's fine. Nothing major."
"Eek... Th-There... why the breasts..."
"Because these tits are right here?"
I circled behind Jian and softly cupped her massive breasts.
The handful that overflowed my grasp, the velvety soft skin—it melted away all my unease.
I set Miho on the counter and got serious about playing with Jian's tits.
"No bra today either?"
"I-I usually wear one... forgot today... Ahk♥ I-It hurts..."
"Ah, sorry. Better like this?"
"I-It's okay..."
I carefully modulated my grip.
Bojian was weaker than me.
Grabbing as roughly as I did with Jisu, Riyo noona, or Iseum noona's would definitely hurt her.
"Still jerking off in the study room these days?"
"B-Because... you won't fuck me..."
"Blaming me now? Why pin your exhibitionism on me?"
"Eek..."
"Not yet today, right?"
"N-No time, I swear... Fine. Emergency stairs it is."
"...Huh?"
"Hard to film solo. I'll record it myself. Our Jian putting on a show in the stairwell."
"Th-This one's paid too, right?"
"..."
That mood-killer line pissed me off, so I pinched her nipple hard.
"Depends how good you are."