Chapter 15
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 15
Chapter Title: Department Store, the Mage, and the Vigilante (3)
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"…!!"
Park Jungwoo writhed in silence. Right after climaxing, his hypersensitive cock was enveloped once more by her soft, plush breasts, jolting his body rigid.
The toilet seat cover shifted with a clatter. The faint voices from outside dissolved into the noise.
"…."
Chae Seoah silently brought her index finger to her lips again. A subtle pressure entered the hand clamped over Park Jungwoo's mouth.
'A-air... I can't breathe...'
Oxygen to his brain was running low. The building pleasure swelling in his lower abdomen arched his back taut.
Moon Hayeon's elbow on his thigh tensed gently. She squeezed his embedded cock by pressing her arms against her breasts, then slowly released, repeating the motion.
Moon Hayeon gazed up at Park Jungwoo wordlessly. Her ass, kneeling on the cold bathroom floor, rose and fell lazily.
Through her disheveled bangs, her deep purple eyes gleamed. Her lips pressed into a slight smile, half-hiding the lower parts of her irises.
'Feels good?'
Her soft, red lips moved languidly. Tension returned to her forearms.
Rubbing what was inside her, her crossed arms slid up and down. Amid the valley of her breasts, already slick with various fluids, his cock twisted fiercely, as if on the verge of deforming down to the root.
"Hngh...!"
Park Jungwoo, gasping for air, let out a louder sound than intended. Sinews, skin, veins— the rigid erection yielded to her whims, sending irresistible waves of pleasure through him.
"Pfft, hng, hnngh..."
Hot breath escaped through the gaps in Chae Seoah's slightly parted fingers. His unwittingly extended tongue left saliva on her glove.
Squelch...
The semen pooled under his foreskin was squeezed out with a lewd noise, closer to the splatter of water. Moon Hayeon relentlessly crushed him beneath her.
"Hey... doesn't it smell kinda weird?"
Whispers came from beyond the door. Footsteps that had been approaching the inner bathroom halted at some point.
A shadow appeared under the door, a short distance from the floor. If this continued, they'd be caught. They might get discovered, yet he couldn't push Moon Hayeon away.
Mana from the tattoo forcibly reactivated his balls. Semen he'd already spilled all over Chae Seoah's thighs last night surged up once more.
Park Jungwoo's hips bucked. Contrary to fears of getting caught, he chased nothing but pleasure, plunging his cock even deeper into the wet, humid, soft, yielding cleavage.
Squelch... squish, slurp...
Moon Hayeon, who had been watching intently, slowly lowered her head.
Her flushed red lips touched his lower abdomen. Tracing the heart-shaped tattoo sticker, her lips rubbed against his belly.
A seductive, lustful gaze met his face. Her tongue peeked from slightly pursed lips, slowly laving his abdomen.
Smack... slurp, smooch...
"…!! … … !, !!!"
If not for the gloved hand fiercely muffling him, Park Jungwoo's scream-like moans would have echoed down the hall.
It felt vulgarly as if another cock had sprouted on his belly. Each devoted lick of Moon Hayeon's soft, wet tongue across his stomach drew agonized, tearing groans from him.
Her arms tightened further, narrowing the space between her breasts even more. It bordered on torture in its intensity.
Park Jungwoo's tear-streaked, reddened eyes met Moon Hayeon's aroused gaze. She pulled her lips from his belly and flashed a sinister smile, utterly her style.
'Cum it all inside.'
His limp arms shot up desperately. Gripping her breasts tightly, he pistoned directly into the seamless crevice, expelling every drop of pent-up semen without waste.
Splurt! Spurt, spluuurt...
"H-hey, let's just go..."
Hearing flustered footsteps retreating, Park Jungwoo slumped over the toilet again.
Moon Hayeon fondled the cleavage where his cock had just been with satisfaction. Even a slight dip of her finger scooped out a glob of sticky semen, which she toyed with between thumb and index, gazing up at him with a lascivious grin.
And only then did Chae Seoah release her hand from his mouth. She stared intently at his cock, wilted atop the cold toilet seat cover— utterly spent, twitching as it dripped the last remnants.
*
"Do you understand? If not for the tattoo sticker's effect..."
The food court was busier than expected. Partly because it was near a residential area, but lunch hour was approaching fast.
At a table with four chairs pushed together. Park Jungwoo sat across from Chae Seoah, with Moon Hayeon beside her.
Park Jungwoo wore a dejected expression, like a guilty man. Public indecency, obscenity— words he'd never thought applied to him hammered home a sense of wrongdoing.
Moon Hayeon, meanwhile, half-ignored Chae Seoah's lecture, contentedly stroking the front of her dress where she'd refastened the buttons tightly.
"What baffles me most... Moon Hayeon."
"Y-yes?"
"Why didn't you wipe that off before coming out...?"
Chae Seoah asked Moon Hayeon with a somewhat exasperated look. Truth be told, there was no real reason for Moon Hayeon to keep rubbing her chest like that.
She'd scrubbed the toilet seat and floor spotless, yet hadn't touched—or even attempted to clean—the remnants on her own breasts.
As a result, she reeked provocatively enough for anyone with a keen nose to notice.
When no one passed by, she boldly undid one button, flaunting the dried semen on her pale skin as if to show Park Jungwoo.
Scattering a musky night-bloom scent undiluted by sweat, she sat brazenly in the crowded food court.
"It's just... um... keeping it like this calms me down..."
Similar expressions crossed Park Jungwoo's and Chae Seoah's faces. It was only natural.
Whatever "calming down" meant, her flushed face, feral expression, and fidgeting thighs pressed together screamed anything but calm composure.
Moon Hayeon paid no mind. She even gripped Park Jungwoo's hand tighter under the table, flashing her signature eerie smile.
"B-but... this time, Jungwoo didn't refuse..."
"...This time? So he refused last time?"
Chae Seoah's eyes sharpened. Silence fell over the table. Moon Hayeon, lips pursed and eyes darting, looked to Park Jungwoo.
'D-don't look at me like that.'
As Park Jungwoo desperately avoided her gaze, she squeezed their interlaced hands harder. Childishly sulky, but the strength was anything but— his hand bones felt like they'd shatter. He yanked free in panic.
"Ah, looks like it's ready. I'll grab the food!"
Ding-dong. Perfect timing—the number on his ticket lit up on the display board.
Leaving behind Moon Hayeon's sullen pout and Chae Seoah's piercing stare, Park Jungwoo hurried off.
"Haa..."
He felt exhausted without even browsing the stores. And physically, he was drained.
The tattoo amplified his lust but offered no stamina or recovery boosts. The backlash of two days maxed out hit him full force.
His waist felt boneless. Navigating the crowded counter area was torture. He pushed through the throng with effort.
"Here you go."
He handed over the ticket, took the tray. Grabbing three sets of cutlery, he pondered excuses on the way back.
...Truthfully, no excuse was needed. Just saying Moon Hayeon forced him would end it.
But nice guys and pushovers are a thin line, and he leaned toward the latter.
He barely lifted the tray. Nothing dropped, right? He scanned the counter carefully.
"What? Enjoying something tasty?"
A clear, bell-like, lighthearted voice rang from behind.
His grip slackened on the tray. Crash. Cutlery and dishes spilled noisily across the counter.
A hand rested on his shoulder. It patted lightly and softly, trailing up his neck to his cheek.
Park Jungwoo turned slowly. Extreme tension blanked his expression.
Only his eyes, shaking like a storm-tossed ship, betrayed his turmoil.
"It's only been a day, hasn't it?"
Golden hair to her shoulders. Rider suit. Serpent-like smile in black eyes.
It was Oroji.