Chapter 48
Jeong Yushin approached and roughly grabbed Mion by the shoulder.
“Huff!”
Mion’s body flinched.
His mind was seething.
He wanted to tear off those cumbersome clothes right then and there, seize her wickedly jiggling tits, and enjoy the sight of Mion gasping for breath.
Jeong Yushin’s eyes gleamed with lust.
“···Ska.”
Mion’s narrowed eyes slowly opened, revealing golden irises.
Mion spread her arms wide, as if inviting him to come and embrace her.
“Have you been having a hard time?”
Mion’s warm words knocked on the door of his sanity.
“···Kgh.”
‘What the hell was I doing?’
Cold water poured over his blazing passion.
The trust he had painstakingly built in the streets until now.
The goodwill he had received from people until now.
The inn and the people he had taken responsibility for.
Just because the burden was heavy, he couldn’t throw it all away.
Especially not after being consumed by a momentary desire.
Even if it drove him mad, that was something he could never do.
And then.
Mion’s body was trembling faintly. Despite her fear, she had bravely spread her arms, trying to accept him.
He was ashamed that he was trying to repay her goodwill with lust.
Crack.
Jeong Yushin clenched his teeth, stepped back, and bowed his head deeply.
“I’m sorry.”
“Y-yes?”
“I got drunk on my desires and almost crossed the line.”
“Th-that’s not...”
Mion fidgeted in embarrassment at Jeong Yushin’s sudden apology.
“I’m sorry.”
Jeong Yushin apologized once more.
Mion soon regained her composure, then gently placed a hand on Jeong Yushin’s bowed head and stroked it.
“···It’s all right. Student Ska, everyone has burdens that are difficult to bear.”
‘Is she an angel?’
“Thank you.”
“Ahem! Still, we should check the Sacred Mark, shouldn’t we?”
Mion cleared her throat and got to the point.
Jeong Yushin’s head snapped up.
“You mean the Sacred Tattoo?”
“Yes. Checking the Sacred Mark is absolutely! necessary.”
Mion entered strict-teacher mode.
Is that so?
“Understood. But there’s something I need to tell you first.”
“Yes.”
“I’m wearing an imprint-suppression ring right now. I bought it last time, but I didn’t have a chance to tell you. I’m sorry.”
“What?!”
Mion staggered as though she had been struck by a shock.
“But I can’t let your efforts go to waste, Teacher Mion. I’ll help you. If you’ll grant me one favor.”
“What is it?”
“I lost consciousness when I first put on the ring. I was fine after some time passed, but I’m worried. If there’s some kind of mental barrier spell you could cast when I put the ring back on after checking the Sacred Mark, could you cast it for me?”
“Yes!”
Mion gave an immediate answer without hesitation.
“Understood.”
In the quiet summer classroom, a man and a woman met each other’s eyes.
Gulp.
Mion swallowed nervously and lifted her billowy cleric’s robe again.
“Well then··· Please feel free to touch me.”
Jeong Yushin knelt on one knee and removed the ring from his finger.
He raised his hand and carefully placed it on Mion’s belly.
Swish.
Through the soft, silky texture of the cleric’s robe, he could feel Mion’s pliant belly beneath his fingertips.
It was warm and soft.
He slowly stroked below her navel, where the Sacred Mark glowed.
“Heeut.”
Mion staggered with a breathy sound. Both hands clutching her clothes trembled.
“Are you all right, Teacher Mion?”
Jeong Yushin raised his head and looked at Mion.
“Y-yes.”
Jeong Yushin and Mion met each other’s eyes again.
Mion’s eyes were always narrowed, making her pupils difficult to see. That made it hard to tell what she was thinking.
A sudden surge of anger welled up inside him.
She had such a lewd body, yet she carelessly stuck out her belly and asked him to stroke it.
There were limits to shamelessness, even for someone this brazen.
Did Mion understand the feelings of a pitiful dick?
The lonely feelings of this dick, writhing in solitude for nearly five months.
She probably didn’t.
He wanted to make her understand. Directly, with Mion’s body.
Pain was supposed to be halved when shared.
‘Teacher Mion, this is the kneading you chose.’
Mion saw a strange light in Jeong Yushin’s eyes. A wicked glint had appeared in the eyes of a man who was always proper and upright.
Squeeze.
The moment she realized it, her abdomen clenched tight.
“Heeut.”
The strength drained from her legs. Mion staggered, then found herself buried in the embrace of Jeong Yushin, who had risen before she knew it.
Her pudding-like breasts were pressed and flattened against Jeong Yushin’s chest.
‘Firm.’
Without even realizing that her nipples had grown erect, Mion lightly rubbed them against Jeong Yushin’s solid chest.
Mion raised her head. They were close enough to feel each other’s breath.
“It’s difficult to touch your belly like this.”
Jeong Yushin said it with a smile.
“Th-that’s true.”
Jeong Yushin’s hands grasped Mion’s shoulders.
He spun Mion around and embraced her from behind.
“Teacher Mion, I’m going to begin.”
Jeong Yushin’s breath tickled Mion’s ear.
He sat down on the chair beside the desk.
“Y-yes...”
Jeong Yushin’s palm gently stroked the Sacred Mark.
“Huff... huff.”
Mion twisted her body, letting out a weak breath.
‘Hmm?’
Among the places he felt beneath his fingertips, one was unusually firm and bulging.
Mion’s womb.
Because women tended to accumulate fat in their lower abdomen to protect the uterus, he could tell immediately.
After stroking her gently, he pressed down firmly on one spot.
Right above the uterus.
When the pulsing spot was pressed, Mion’s body trembled.
“Huff. Huff.”
Mion turned her head to the side and exhaled.
“P-please be gentle.”
“Like this?”
With his fingers held upright, he gently circled the cute navel.
“G-gently...”
Jeong Yushin gently pinched Mion’s belly.
“Eek!”
Mion’s body writhed as though she had been struck by lightning.
Jeong Yushin’s hand began moving gently again. He firmly pressed the spot where her ovaries were located.
“Huff!”
Mion turned her head again and breathed harshly.
She resented Jeong Yushin for choosing only her weak spots to torment.
Regardless, Jeong Yushin began tickling around her navel with his fingers again.
The finger slowly circling her navel aggravated Mion’s impatience.
He slipped a finger slightly into her navel.
“Hic!”
Mion’s body convulsed.
Jeong Yushin’s firm finger slid snugly into Mion’s navel and held fast.
“Mion, I’m twenty-three. I’m a man in the prime of my youth, overflowing with vigor, and you’re asking me to touch such a soft belly. Don’t you think that’s a little unfair, Teacher Mion?”
“Th-that... Eek.”
Without waiting for Mion’s answer, he pulled his finger from her navel and moved lower. Slowly, farther down.
‘N-no!’
Jeong Yushin’s fingers tapped Mion’s womb again.
At the relentless yet courteous knocking, Mion’s pelvis loosened and her lower back began to bob on its own.
Jeong Yushin did not stop. He placed both palms on her lower belly and kneaded upward, as though lifting it.
A so-called uterine-lifting massage.
The fact that the most intimate part of her body was being moved, pressed, and squeezed by one man’s hands until it softened like warm cheese.
It drove Mion mad.
Her spine began to shiver.
Her body throbbed as if it were anticipating something.
A precarious sense that she might plunge into an abyss at any moment spread throughout Mion’s body.
He massaged the area around her ovaries with his palm again, patted her entire belly, and stroked downward.
Squeeze.
‘I’m... dying!’
With all the strength gone from her body, all Mion could do was feel Jeong Yushin’s manly hand massaging her precious womb.
Something deep inside her repeatedly tightened and relaxed.
She felt as though something terrible would happen if he pressed her just one more time.
An incomprehensible sensation.
Her body shivered at a sensation she had never felt even once in her life.
“P-please stop!”
Mion barely managed to raise her voice.
“No.”
At Jeong Yushin’s firm refusal, Mion’s lips trembled.
“Th-that’s not right! N-no!”
Mion twisted her body pitifully in an attempt to escape, but only sank deeper into Jeong Yushin’s embrace.
Jeong Yushin’s hand pressed firmly below Mion’s navel.
“Squeeze♥”
Mion’s softened womb was crushed.
An electric shock that began deep inside her raced up her back.
The unfamiliar sensation seared into her brain.
“Hweeeet.”
Mion threw her head back and stuck out her tongue.
A moan far too indecent for a noble priest burst from her throat.
‘I’m gonna die!!!’
Mion screamed inwardly as she was held immobile beneath Jeong Yushin’s firm hand, experiencing her first desperate climax in its entirety.
Mion, panting heavily with her tongue hanging out, went limp.
“Teacher Mion?”
The Sacred Mark was glowing faintly.
When Jeong Yushin saw a tear rolling down Mion’s cheek, his heart dropped.
“Are you all right?”
“···Let me go now.”
When the strength left his hand, Mion slipped out of Jeong Yushin’s arms.
“···Teacher Mion.”
“There’s no problem with the Sacred Mark. Then.”
Mion stood on trembling legs and began chanting.
[Mind Protection]
Mion’s incantation enveloped Jeong Yushin’s mind.
“You should be able to put the ring back on without any side effects.”
Mion staggered out of the classroom without looking back at Jeong Yushin.
‘What do I do?! I showed him such an embarrassing sight!’
Mion walked down the classroom corridor, touching her flushed cheeks. Her womb was still throbbing and twitching.
She stopped while walking and stroked her lower abdomen.
Her spine shuddered once more.
“Huff. Huff.”
What if Ska’s ‘that thing’ went in here?
As she imagined it, Mion’s head jerked up. She covered her mouth, gripped the windowsill in the classroom corridor, and trembled.
Her voluptuous buttocks shook on their own.
“D-dangerous.”
Mion took her hand from her mouth and muttered.
Ashamed that she might run into Ska if he came out of the classroom, Mion hurried away.
* * *
Only Jeong Yushin remained in the empty classroom Mion had left behind.
Jeong Yushin looked down at his own hand.
‘Am I fucked?’
He had gone far too far because he wanted to tease Mion.
Regret came immediately afterward.
How much pain must she have been in to shed tears?
What a stupid bastard.
Smack!!!
Jeong Yushin slapped his own cheek once.
He should go and apologize.
He put the ring on his finger first.
Whirrr.
He felt dizzy, and his eyes fell shut.
He could clearly feel it. His lust was surging violently.
“Huff.”
He barely managed to endure it.
Jeong Yushin sighed and fiddled with the ring.
“Mion.”
I’ll apologize the next time we meet. He was afraid that if he met Mion now, he might do the same thing to her again.
Jeong Yushin made up his mind, rose from his seat, and left the classroom.
“Hey! Barbaroi!”
While crossing the orphanage courtyard, he heard someone calling him.
Jeong Yushin turned his head to see who it was, and his eyes widened.
‘Kain.’
Mion’s older brother.
The commander of Labyrinth City’s knights.
A hardcore little-sister fanatic.
Kain approached in a casual shirt.
“Ska, you lucky bastard.”
Jeong Yushin’s heart sank.
“···What do you mean?”
Jeong Yushin asked hesitantly.
“Mion taught class today, right? Nice, huh? You breathed the same air as Mion and met her eyes. There’s no way that wasn’t nice.”
“···Yes. It was nice, but what brings you here?”
“Nothing special. I got some time off for the first time in a while, so I came to see my little sister.”
Kain glanced at Jeong Yushin’s teddy-bear bag and continued.
“You sure have it rough. Poor Barbaroi.”
“I can manage.”
“Yeah, hang in there. If you get a good imprint, your life will turn around in no time.”
‘Fuck.’
A sudden realization stabbed straight through his heart.
Cold sweat streamed down his back.
This was the crisis of a lifetime.
If word got out that he had obtained the Virgin Female Corruption Imprint, he would be torn limb from limb and brutally killed on the spot. By none other than Mion’s older brother—the knight commander of Labyrinth City and the guardian of his virgin little sister.
Kain beamed as though he were in an excellent mood and patted Jeong Yushin on the shoulder.
“Don’t tense up. Do you really think I’d eat you? Today, I’m not the commander of the knights—I’m Mion’s brother. As long as you don’t commit a crime, there’s no reason for us to have a falling-out.”
“Th-that’s true.”
Jeong Yushin answered with a barely managed smile.
Kain laughed and lifted his hand from Jeong Yushin’s shoulder.
“See you later.”
Kain had been grinning cheerfully, but he suddenly stopped speaking. His expression hardened ominously.
A long strand of blond hair was caught in Kain’s hand.
Mion’s hair.
“···What is this?”
Kain’s voice, lowered to a frightening degree, clutched at Jeong Yushin’s heart.
Fuck.
‘I’m completely fucked.’
Jeong Yushin’s body went rigid.
Early-summer noon.
The crisis of a lifetime had arrived.