Meeting (4)

From my meeting with Clark-ssi onward, the aversion I felt towards pushing my body onto others completely vanished. Now, I knew how to use my body. The exterior is a weapon, and the interior is a village. If the interior is dirty, you can conquer using the weapon of appearance, and if the exterior is lacking, you can embrace the other person with a heart as wide as a village.

Among these, the element I utilize most actively is, of course, appearance. People often talk about lookism, but reality is cruel. In this world, if an ugly woman preaches about the wrongness of lookism, she’ll be dragged to prison under the charges of incitement and ugliness. The technology was close to modern, but people’s consciousness was worse than medieval.

In such a world, letting beauty surpassing even that of an Elf rot away was truly a waste of talent. I gave a bewitching eye-smile and pulled on Shuriel-nim’s arm.

“Heu-heung…”

Shuriel-nim’s room was a bit far from the main gate, so to handle tasks quickly, one had to move fast. But if I kept interfering like this, we wouldn’t even arrive, and the maids would witness this unsightly behavior.

My ample breasts were being crushed. Shuriel-nim gave me a look to let go quickly, but I didn’t care and continued to rub my body against him. I stood on tiptoe to stimulate his entire arm. Even I thought it was a truly aggressive action. Because of that, his pace slowed down.

“…We’re still outside.”

Unable to bear it, Shuriel-nim whispered lowly. But I pulled his arm even harder. I couldn’t endure it otherwise. If I didn’t keep him right next to me, I was more anxious, feeling like he would fly away like the fallen leaves visible in the distance.

The anxiety that had amplified upon arriving in the East hadn’t been resolved yet. Even Shuriel-nim couldn’t calm me down with just a few words. Honestly, I was still anxious even now. I felt resentful towards Shuriel-nim for playing such a mischievous prank.

If he hadn’t played that prank, this wouldn’t have happened. Did he even know how miserable it was to be restless like a dog with anxiety disorder, yet also consciously aware of that state while sober?

I continued to press my body close, not even noticing Shuriel-nim’s face gradually contorting with annoyance. Mistakenly thinking he would like it, I constantly hindered his movement.

“Haa….”

Eventually, unable to endure it, Shuriel-nim shouted.

“Yujin!”

―Hikkeup.

I was startled and took two steps back. Unable to grasp the situation, I lifted my head. Shuriel-nim, who was a head taller than me, looked down at me coldly and said.

“There are many eyes watching.”

“O-oh….”

“I’m sorry for startling you. But, I hope you’ll consider my position too.”

I fidgeted, grasping at my clothes for no reason. Shuriel-nim told me it was okay and started walking again.

“T-that, Shuriel-nim.”

“Apologies aren’t necessary.”

I hurried to catch up, not wanting to miss him. I trotted alongside him and asked. It wasn’t an apology. I was merely asking about my current personality.

The sadism that had blossomed in the West, combined with my original masochism, had turned me into a so-called ‘damn brat.’ I scratched at his nerves, knowing I would be miserably punished. It came out like a habit if I wasn’t conscious of it. The reason Shuriel-nim cautioned me must have been because of my unusual behavior.

“It’s not that… I, I was just wondering if you dislike women who, who come on too strong…”

If I tried, I could return to the obedient Yujin of that time, but I had already worn a mask and acted enough. So, I was tired. If possible, I wanted to act naturally.

Shuriel-nim looked at me, who had become a shrunken figure, and said.

“It doesn’t matter to me what you’re like.”

He turned his head away as if asking what was so obvious. I stared blankly at Shuriel-nim’s back as he moved further away.

It would have been better if he had said those words when we were alone. Then, I could have savored them over and over until they wore away.

Still, still.

It wasn’t bad.

I calmed my twitching lips and very slowly followed behind Shuriel-nim.

* * *

Shuriel-nim’s office.

I entered the room, bathed in slightly yellowish lighting. It was a familiar scene. A mountain of documents and an unorganized chair. And a half-written letter placed among them. Who was he writing to? Perhaps because he came out in the middle of writing, the spaces between the paragraphs were smudged with ink, making it impossible to check the details.

―Click.

Shuriel-nim let me into the room and then locked the door. I decided not to think too much about why he locked the door. It seemed like I would find out soon enough. I sat on the desk, which had become my designated spot, and swung my legs.

“You act so freely just because we’re alone.”

“I’m doing this because we’re alone.”

I smiled brightly and played with my fingertips. I even fanned myself as if I were hot, and then grabbed the hem of my skirt and fluttered it up and down. It was an angle where the inside was bound to be visible.

But Shuriel-nim didn’t budge at all, even with my blatant seduction. He neatly passed me by and approached the documents. He took out exactly three sheets from the haphazardly piled documents and handed them to me.

“These are the recommendation letters I’ve collected so far. Angrid, Prukaise, and Lushellini. I heard you obtained a recommendation letter from Count Bridonia?”

“…For now, yes.”

“To obtain a recommendation letter from a count known as an eccentric, I don’t know if you’re lucky or if you’re outstanding…. Fine. Good. Now you only need to get one more.”

Shuriel-nim showed me the recommendation letters from Angrid and Prukaise. Paper stamped with the seal of a Demon hunter. They were the proxy families representing the East. He whispered quietly, conscious of the outside.

“All the proxies have agreed to gather. It’s a fact unknown to the heads of each family. My father and brother as well.”

“…What on earth are you trying to do?”

Shuriel-nim grinned and held the recommendation letters.

“After establishing you as a noble, I plan to start a full-scale Demon subjugation. We’ve been fighting too passively until now. The Varfeugos that always appears when we gather on a large scale is also a factor, but the proxy’s method of resolving things after being attacked… I’m starting to dislike it.”

Demon subjugation.

The weight of those words felt particularly heavy. If a full-scale hunt began, there was a possibility that other Demons would band together, making it virtually a declaration of war. Of course, it was virtually impossible for extremely selfish Demons to unite, but if, by any chance, a ‘center’ that united the Demons was created… the situation would turn urgent.

I said in a worried tone.

“…The stakes are too high. It’s not a game that an ‘ordinary’ proxy can handle. It doesn’t seem likely, but this is war. What on earth are you going to do?”

“Of course, it’s still just talk. But all the proxies agree that they don’t like the current situation.”

Shuriel-nim explained the general plan.

“More than anything, the Holy See won’t allow it. As it could be a prolonged war, we also have to report to the Imperial Palace.”

“Then?”

“We have to instill the conviction that we can win.”

“You’re going to use me for that conviction?”

The Demon of War, Varfeugos. An unprecedented great Demon whose very existence has tied up the possibility of all-out war. Because of that one guy. Humanity, all living things, are frightened and hesitant. Shuriel-nim turned his eyes, burning with hatred, towards me. It was hatred towards Demons. The proxy, the Demon hunter Shuriel-nim, said.

“This is just a very, very small spark. You will become the brightest spark among them, illuminating the Empire. Of course, I’ll stop if you say you don’t want to.”

“You’re shameless. There’s no way I’d refuse.”

Shuriel-nim took out another pile of papers and spread them out on the workbench. It was a map of the Empire. I got off the desk and carefully looked at the place Shuriel-nim was pointing to.

“The start is the North. You, me. And Angrid will form a team to subjugate Pluton. Angrid has failed to subjugate Pluton once, so it wouldn’t be strange to dispatch an additional proxy.”

“…Pluton?”

“The Demon of Incineration, Pluton. He’s been camping out in the North for a while now, setting fires like a vicious bastard. The Frontier Count is managing it well, but it’s estimated that he’ll last about two years before reaching his limit. We have to catch him and beat him to death before that.”

The North, huh.

I’ll have to go somewhere far again.

Anyway, another proxy. If it’s Angrid, I definitely heard that she ‘was’ Hairak-nim’s fiancée. The unfortunate woman of the Black Rose who became a proxy after undergoing a terrible procedure due to various accidents. I think her name was Pawin.

Shuriel-nim was about to explain the grand plan, spreading out another document.

“And…”

“Just a moment.”

I grabbed Shuriel-nim’s hand and pulled it towards me. I even used telekinesis to forcibly twist his direction. Shuriel-nim silently questioned me, only rolling his eyes with an expressionless face. I asked back with a sulky face.

“So, when are we doing it?”

Shuriel-nim closed his mouth, then said in a calm tone.

“…As early as two weeks, as late as a month.”

“Do you really have to explain the plan for a month from now, right now?”

I made a genuinely sulky face and showed a dissatisfied expression. I had been sending signals since earlier, but he remained unmoved and only spouted businesslike words.

“It’s been two months. I was really nervous, but when I actually came, you’re just laying out boring plans…”

I cautiously read his expression. I crept closer to Shuriel-nim and made physical contact. I went right next to him and took his hand. Shuriel-nim’s much larger hand was strangely satisfying to fidget with.

“And… you know that Shuriel-nim is the only person I say these things to, right? I can’t say these things anywhere else. Once I pour it all out like this, and then separate in that state, I realize how frustrating it is, so now… um, never mind. I’ll say it later.”

When I pulled on Shuriel-nim’s hand, it moved on its own and went under my clothes. A large hand placed on my chest. The loosely tied underwear straps, which I had deliberately loosened, came undone as soon as he massaged my breasts a few times, revealing my bare skin. Breast Milk started to flow down due to the pressure exceeding the limit.

“You insist. You’re making me touch you.”

“Haeuk….”

My nipples perked up at the touch that treated me like an object. I gave a lewd smile and let out a heated breath. A thick and hard object felt between my buttocks. If I looked up and met his eyes now, it felt like it would be unbearably embarrassing.

“Yujin.”

“Yes, Nehee…”

“You will have to bear the consequences of the words you’ve spoken.”

“Haeueu….”

Instead of opening my mouth, I replaced my answer by untying one of the strings.

―Seureureuk. When I pulled the string attached to my pelvis, a small piece of cloth fell between my legs. The identity of the sticky liquid-covered object was a string thong. I had recently changed my underwear because I couldn’t keep tearing it with telekinesis.

The same went for my top and skirt. If I pulled the thin strings attached to my chest and waist, the clothes would separate as if they were being disassembled. I opened my mouth in a semi-nude state, having untied all the strings.

“Higeut… Honestly, my tastes are awful, right? Dirty, disgusting. That’s why even more. Heueu. Thank you. For accepting these tastes. So, Haeuk. I was going to say this. It’s just saying thank you, but, Higeuk, Heut. I don’t know why it was so, difficult.”

As soon as Shuriel-nim received my permission, he massaged my body without hesitation. He hugged me from behind, grabbed my breasts, and put his hand between my legs to caress my clitoris. I gave my body freely, feeling like a toy.

“Raise your head.”

“Hyaeung…?”

Then, Shuriel-nim pulled my hair and tilted my head back. Shuriel-nim’s face, filled with lust, was visible. He lowered his face in that state and kissed me. I mixed tongues in a strange posture with my head tilted back.

“Chueup… Heuep…”

I stood on tiptoe, trying not to lose strength in the hands that were caressing my body. It was clear that my lips would separate if I lowered my feet like this.

Shuriel-nim massaged my breasts with both hands and explored my lips and tongue. Hot and sticky breath and saliva flowed down, filling my mouth. I continued the kiss with a hazy expression.

“Puhah….”

The kiss ended, and I collapsed weakly, having lost strength. I couldn’t swallow all the saliva that had been put in and drooled it out. The space between my legs was already wet with Vaginal Fluid flowing like a waterfall. My whole body was soaked. Saliva, Breast Milk, Vaginal Fluid. There was no place that wasn’t wet.

“Haaueu….”