Chapter 28
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 28
Chapter Title: Short Break and the Mage (4)
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"J-Jungwoo... Are you okay...?"
A short moment passed, and Moon Hayeon suddenly regained her senses, hurriedly propping herself up.
Park Jungwoo's eyes were dead black, drained of light—filled with defeat, submission, and self-loathing for the pleasure he'd felt even in that moment.
Tears gathered at the corners of his eyes and streamed down. He turned his head to the side, sniffling quietly as faint sobs escaped him.
Anxiety flickered across Moon Hayeon's face. As she tried to rise and wipe him down, comfort him, his cock—still buried at her entrance—rubbed against her slick pussy.
"Hngh...!"
Suddenly, a moan slipped from his parted lips. Moon Hayeon's eyes widened slightly. Then, unable to hide her excitement and curiosity, she whispered his name in a small voice.
"Jungwoo...?"
Slowly, she straddled his stomach again, grinding her hips against him. Each time her large ass rubbed against his skin, he let out weak moans—"Hngh... hnng..."
She bit her lip hard and lifted her chin. With her eyes squeezed shut, her hands on his chest balled into tight fists, her arms and shoulders trembling.
"...So cute, so cute... That face like you're about to die... moaning like you feel so good..."
Gulp. The sound of her swallowing echoed loudly.
No matter how much she moved her hips, Park Jungwoo just shed tears. His cock inside her had gone soft and showed no sign of hardening again.
Dissatisfaction soured Moon Hayeon's expression. She clasped her hands in front of her chest, fidgeting thoughtfully, then let out a soft "Ah" of realization.
Ignoring the rustle of fabric brushing his eardrums, Park Jungwoo stared at the ceiling. Resisting the pleasure rising from below, he clenched his fists so hard his nails dug into his palms.
"J-Jungwoo. C-Could you... look at this...?"
Involuntarily, Park Jungwoo's eyes widened toward Moon Hayeon.
She had hiked up the hem of her dress, holding it with both hands.
Moon Hayeon's pale skin glistened with sweat. Below her slightly plump belly, his cock was still shoved deep into her pussy, filling his vision.
As she twisted her body lightly, a milky mix of semen and her juices oozed from the slightly parted gap, trickling down. The sticky fluid soaked her thighs and lower belly, pooling around his cock.
Like the faint red tinge mixed in that fluid. Moon Hayeon, her face flushed, murmured softly.
"Yeah... it's getting... hard again..."
Heh. A smile crept onto her lips. Just as she said. Park Jungwoo, without realizing it, was hardening from the visual stimulation.
And that wasn't all. That simple motion alone seemed to change the air in the room. The lewd, steamy scent made him sniff involuntarily.
"L-Look properly, Jungwoo... yeah, since it's our first time... doing it like this..."
Gripping her dress so tightly the fabric bunched between her fingers, she let out shallow moans—"Nngh... haah..."—as she slowly moved her hips.
Squelch... squish...
As if imprinting the shape of his cock inside her. She ground down slowly. Each time their skin parted slightly, strands of fluid stretched like silver threads, snapping with wet pops.
A subtle, teasing sensation—not the intense pleasure from before—made Park Jungwoo's body twitch repeatedly. Drool dripped from his mouth with each ragged breath.
"Hngh... Ah, Hayeon... s-stop... please..."
His voice mixed with sobs as he begged, yet his gaze stayed fixed on their joined crotches.
Each time his cock throbbed, Moon Hayeon's movements slowed a bit. Feeling it rub just right against her sensitive spots, she murmured with an excited chuckle.
"Yeah... yeah... I feel good too..."
Squish... slurp... squelch...
Her hip movements picked up tempo, the wet sounds growing thicker. Sweat and fluids seeped from their tightly meshed skin.
The sheets, her clothes—everything soaked in a thick, lewd scent that wouldn't fade.
Watching it all, Park Jungwoo's breathing grew rougher. Lewd moans escaped his open lips, and Moon Hayeon watched with satisfaction.
"S-So... I want to do more..."
Suppressing the rising pleasure, she spoke in a soft, gentle voice.
That simple kindness alone melted the tension from Park Jungwoo's stiffened face. Moon Hayeon smiled contentedly at him.
The hand holding her skirt moved slowly. It reached his lips, slipping into his mouth.
Even as her thumb teased the soft inner flesh of his lips and toyed with his tongue. Park Jungwoo's gaze remained locked on the view below her half-covered skirt, unable to move.
Excitement laced his breaths along her fingers. Pleasure and anticipation overpowering his fear. The emptiness in his eyes burned with a strange heat. Moon Hayeon watched it all clearly.
"Yeah...? I-It's okay... right...?"
Park Jungwoo nodded without thinking.
By the time morning turned to noon, Park Jungwoo still hadn't opened his eyes.
How many times had he cum last night? He couldn't remember. But the pain—clear even through the haze of exhaustion—was immense. And just as bad.
In cowgirl. Pinned under Moon Hayeon's body. Squeezed until he could barely breathe. Even opening his eyes, his waist ached.
Still groggy, he blinked. Moon Hayeon lay beside him, arms still wrapped around him in sleep.
"Urgh..."
Lifting his face from her chest, trying to separate their clinging bodies, he froze and let out a faint groan. Pain surged through his waist, making him hesitate.
"Nngh... hn..."
Biting his lip to stifle the sound and not wake her, he pulled his hips back.
Schlorp...
His cock, still lodged deep in her pussy, slipped out with a wet, leaking sound. Moon Hayeon's hand near his face twitched faintly at the sensation.
"Hoo... ugh, the smell..."
Lifting the blanket to pull out, the thick, overnight musk rushed out and hit his nose.
The scent of fluids. Of sweat. All mushed into a lewd stench. No way ventilation would fix this. He made a wry face.
"Sleep well?"
The voice from the corner made Park Jungwoo's body stiffen. Clutching the blanket, cold sweat beaded on him for no clear reason.
"..."
Lips pressed tight, he slowly, stiffly turned his head.
His gaze went to the narrow room's corner. Messy black hair, faint dark circles under pink eyes.
Those pink eyes formed half-moons under lowered lids. Her pursed lips and slowly tapping fingers, arms crossed, radiated displeasure.
"...I came with good news for the clan, but since you slept so soundly, it'll feel twice as good now."
"Nngh, Jungwoo..."
Moon Hayeon's poorly timed sleep-talk continued. Her sluggish arm pulled him back, trapping him—he couldn't even flee to the bathroom and had to face Chae Seoah's gaze.
"Um, about that..."
"Never mind. Moon Hayeon probably jumped you first anyway."
"W-Well, that's true, but..."
"And Park Jungwoo, you probably just melted and rolled your eyes back."
No retort came to mind. The deeper the night got, the more he vaguely remembered clinging to her instead.
He had no idea why he was the one pinned yet Chae Seoah was pissed. But from past experience, he knew best to keep quiet in these moments.
So Park Jungwoo swallowed his grievances and endured until Moon Hayeon woke.
Only after washing up and sipping some tea did Moon Hayeon finally stir. She slipped into the bathroom without even meeting Chae Seoah's eyes—looking just like he must have moments ago.
Chae Seoah watched her retreating figure with a sunken gaze, irritably flinging open the window before returning to her seat. She pulled a document from her bag and set it on the low table.
"We've got a collaboration request from Dragonpool."
Dragonpool. True to its name—a pond where dragons dwell—it was a clan specializing in combat and gate raids.
Not top-tier famous, but maintaining a major presence in Korea, the kingdom of hunters, spoke to their strength. Not to be underestimated.
So my head naturally tilted.
"To us? Why?"
Chae Seoah looked at me approvingly for asking, then placed her hand on the document.
"First off, this expedition isn't that dangerous. It's a routine C-Rank gate stabilization and a short monster material hunt."
"Ah..."
"They don't want to waste their own manpower going in personally. They usually outsource this to smaller clans or solo hunters."
"Like subcontracting?"
"Exactly."
Chae Seoah nodded smoothly and took a sip of tea.
"Our clan's new, but the members aren't ordinary. They probably want to build connections too. That accounts for about half the reason."
"And the other half?"
She'd said half, but I had a feeling the real reason came next. I sat up straight, listening intently.
With elegant poise, she set down her teacup, her expression calm.
"Connections. Yang Jihee says she knows some people there."
"...Ah."
Deflated, I slumped halfway onto the table, reminded once more: in this narrow industry, connections were king. An eternal truth.
"So. Park Jungwoo, looks like you'll finally have some work."
"...Work?"
"Yes. Can't have you going on the expedition like this."
I squeezed my eyes shut, a premonition that this "work" wouldn't be pleasant.