Chapter 138: Master and Disciple "How long are you going to keep this up, Sis?"
Frey glared at him, but Turk only smirked.
Though his words sounded like a reproach, Turk was actually enjoying the situation.
A mage with power rivaling the 12 Zodiacs, the head of a mercenary group that even the Government couldn't ignore, a woman who seemed unstoppable in battle—seeing his 'Big Sister' acting like a bashful child over a man was pure entertainment.
On the surface, she radiated a murderous aura and wore a deep scowl, but in Turk's eyes, she looked like nothing more than a blushing adolescent girl who couldn't even make eye contact.
Frey knew he was enjoying this.
She also knew exactly how foolish she was being—knocking Yeon-woo unconscious over a single kiss and then avoiding him ever since.
But what was she supposed to do when she just couldn't help it?
Every time a message arrived from Yeon-woo, desperately seeking his 'Master,' her heart would drop. Whenever his name popped up on her phone screen, she'd reflexively flip the device over to hide it, overcome by an inexplicable sense of shame.
She didn't want to show this side of herself to her subordinates, and she hated herself for being so anxious over something so trivial.
Having gone off the grid and ignored Yeon-woo's calls, Frey had spent time trying to master her own heart.
If people knew that 'Cerberus'—the woman who could level world-class mages with a single punch—had to go into meditation to recover from a kiss by a twenty-something greenhorn, they would have laughed themselves hoarse. But that was Frey's reality.
This was Frey's first time engaging in any kind of romantic affection with a man.
Her family had fallen before she was even fully grown. She had spent her youth working as a mercenary, racking up achievements and dedicating her life to obtaining power that no one could look down upon.
It wasn't that there were no men who tried to approach or seduce her—Frey was a beautiful woman, after all—but back then, she was so focused on her goals that she had no room for distractions.
Now, she had built Greyhound, a mercenary group powerful enough to keep the Government on edge, and she had reclaimed the long-lost Heirloom.
She had achieved everything she set out to do, but the habits of a life lived with such intensity remained. Life as a woman, or even just a normal human being, was foreign to her.
And just as she was getting older, a man with an arrogant smirk had forced his way into her life.
A man who was annoying just to look at, someone she wanted to punch in his grinning mouth and knock his teeth out...
As she thought of Yeon-woo, Frey's face flushed, and she lowered her head.
He was definitely someone she wanted to beat up, a flippant guy who never took anything seriously...
And yet, the disgust she felt when they first met had long since vanished. Every time his face came to mind, her expression softened involuntarily.
She thought she had been fine until now...
But things had definitely turned strange ever since that lecherous bastard started sexually harassing her under the pretext of the Soul Chain.
A contract is a contract. I have to fulfill it.
Teaching him was part of the job. Using the excuse that she shouldn't be avoiding him like this, Frey steeled her heart and was about to contact Yeon-woo when a message arrived.
Mission go-go? "…This bastard. He calls me 'Master' with his mouth, but his manners are absolute shit."
Yeon-woo's text, as irritating as ever, made the veins on Frey's forehead bulge. She checked the details of the mission he had sent.
It was the reclamation of a relay base connected to a resource-rich mining area.
Communication needed to be restored, but Government agents had been failing repeatedly due to the White Abyss. It was an incident Frey expected the mercenaries to be contacted about soon.
However, the data Yeon-woo sent contained much more serious information.
It stated that a monster designated as Hazard Level 7 by the Government needed to be subjugated.
Frey had already gathered some data on this, anticipating it would be handed over to the mercenaries.
But she had heard nothing about an Okigo being there.
'Just what does this guy know?'
It was always like this.
He always acted like a fool with a smile on his face, but he was hiding something behind his back.
Inside the Barrier, it was a place where people lived, so information could be obtained one way or another.
But outside the Barrier was an isolated world; it was difficult to even get information without going through the Government. Yet, he laid out things the Government didn't even know as if they were common knowledge.
Every time he stood there with a blank, 'I don't know anything' expression, Frey had to suppress the urge to hit him.
Following his information, they had encountered the Okigo, and they had defeated it using details that were more thorough and accurate than any existing research.
Furthermore, he had casually presented evidence that a mere human had manipulated a natural phenomenon.
His information network, which surpassed the Government's, went beyond being 'impressive'—it made her wary of him.
At her gaze, Yeon-woo had given a bitter smile and revealed just a tiny fraction of the secret she so desperately wanted to know.
The Government had many enemies.
It was dictatorial by nature, and many mercenaries and private corporations were dissatisfied with its arbitrary behavior.
It couldn't be helped.
The inside of the Barrier looked peaceful, but the threat from monsters and demons was constant. Technically, they were in a state of war, so the Government had to look at the big picture, which inevitably meant some people would suffer.
There had always been, and would always be, enemies who sought to overthrow the Government out of dissatisfaction with the system and society.
But if what Yeon-woo said was true—if there was a mage who could manipulate natural phenomena—they would be the worst enemy yet.
While she was agonizing over the gravity of the situation, Frey felt an arm wrap around her waist and she scowled.
"What do you think you're doing?"
"A long-overdue Soul Chain verification?"
"…Right after we were talking about something so serious? Are you out of your mind?"
The fall of the Government meant that everyone inside the Barrier would be in danger.
Despite just having such a grave conversation, this crazy bastard was hugging her with a look of pure lust on his face.
Just as Frey was considering whether to deck him, Yeon-woo moved faster.
As he grabbed her buttocks with a rough, greedy grip, Frey's back arched, and her body tensed.
He was a weakling—unnecessarily sturdy, so he wouldn't go down in one hit, but there was a clear difference in their skill levels.
And yet, even as he kneaded her flesh shamelessly, Frey strangely found herself unable to resist.
Her senses became more acute than ever before; she felt every single movement of Yeon-woo's fingers through her backside.
"…Let go."
They were a fair distance from the mining site, but the areas were still connected.
Being touched so brazenly in a place where her subordinates were present caused a faint sense of shame to rise within her.
But strangely, that shame transformed into a peculiar pleasure, binding Frey's body.
When her movements ceased, Yeon-woo leaned his face in as if he were used to this.
First, a light kiss—though not their first.
Yeon-woo had already stolen her first kiss at the training ground.
"Mmph—"
Before she could even register the soft press of his lips, Yeon-woo thrust his tongue inside, trying to force Frey's mouth open.
Since they both had their eyes open, Yeon-woo could see Frey's startled face from the closest possible distance. The shocked expression on the face of such a powerful woman only fueled his lust.
Yeon-woo's tongue pushed against Frey's clenched teeth, but they wouldn't budge.
However, his perverted tongue seemed to enjoy even the feel of her teeth, rubbing against them and groping along her gums as if determined not to miss a single crevice.
With his hand gripping her ass hard enough to leave a bruise and his tongue moving like a deviant, Frey finally surrendered to the embarrassment and opened her tightly shut mouth. As if he had been waiting for that exact moment, Yeon-woo's tongue wriggled its way inside.
It was a vulgar display of tongue-work, devoid of any consideration or delicacy, but every time their tongues intertwined and he swallowed her saliva, Frey's body heated up.
"Haa… Ah—"
A hot sigh escaped her. Yeon-woo, who had kept his eyes open until then, watched Frey's expression change right in front of him.
Glaring, then startled, then feeling it, then flustered, then melting, then annoyed, then trying to regain her senses—Yeon-woo felt a surge of pleasure watching her face shift second by second.
Thud—
Pushed back by the weight of his body, Frey ended up perched on the altar where the crystal had been placed, continuing their vulgar, graphic kiss.
As their tongues remained entangled, Frey's pleasure began to mount. Unlike her initial passivity, she began to grope Yeon-woo's body with her hands.
Satisfied with her change in attitude, Yeon-woo took Frey's hand and guided it downward.
"…What is this?"
It was a shock powerful enough to halt the waves of pleasure in an instant.
Startled by the hot, massive cock in her hand, Frey broke the kiss and looked down.
The thick dick, which she couldn't even fully wrap one hand around, was vastly different from anything she had ever known.
It wasn't as if she had no sexual desire or knowledge at all.
She knew the average size for a man and what constituted 'large,' but the thing in her hand was on an entirely different level.
"What do you think? It's a. Cock. ♡"
"… …"
Yeon-woo, who had been teasing her with a deliberately vulgar tone, flinched and looked away at the genuinely annoyed look in Frey's eyes.
Moreover, since he had placed a man's greatest weakness in her hand, things could take an irreversible turn if he offended her too much.
"It shouldn't be this big…"
"I suspect I might be among the top 0.1%... no, 0.001% of well-endowed men in the world."
"Shut up."
"Yes, ma'am."
The cock in her hand felt as if it had its own heart, the pulse thrumming against her palm. It was covered in thick, menacing veins and was so hot she felt like she might get burned.
Gulp.
Frey swallowed hard without realizing it, then reflexively scowled and glared at Yeon-woo.
But despite her attempt to act tough, Yeon-woo, who had already heard her swallow, was looking down at her with a lewd expression.
His lecherous hands wandered over Frey's body before reaching for her zipper, pulling it down to reveal her porcelain skin.
Yeon-woo had always liked Frey's combat suit.
Though she wore many layers like coats and gear, the skin-tight bodysuit underneath, reminiscent of a rider suit, accentuated her figure perfectly. He had always wanted to pull that long zipper, which ran in a straight line from her neck to her crotch, all the way down.
As Yeon-woo fulfilled his wish and lowered the zipper, her luscious breasts pushed out from the constricting suit. The opening continued past her shyly tucked navel, all the way down.
Unfortunately, it stopped at her lower abdomen, so he couldn't see her most private area, but Yeon-woo was satisfied just with the sight of Frey's prominent breasts.
More than anything, the way Frey tensed and shrank back as her bare skin was exposed heightened Yeon-woo's excitement. He poured all the massage techniques he had learned into kneading her tense breasts.
Despite their firmness, the soft flesh spilled through his fingers as he squeezed. The more he touched them, the deeper he fell under her spell.
His perverted tongue didn't stay still either; he licked Frey's neck and the back of her ears before dragging his tongue across her skin back to her mouth, smearing her face with saliva.
With their tongues intricately entwined and his hands on her breasts, Frey was losing her mind to the pleasure coursing up her spine.
As if following her instincts, the hand that had been holding Yeon-woo's cock began to move slightly as the pleasure intensified.
It was a clumsy motion, but as if that clumsiness was even more arousing, the cock twitched and jerked. Frey gripped it tight, as if determined not to let go.
She squeezed a bit hard, but not enough to cause pain. Yeon-woo let out a faint groan at the sensation of his restrained member and began to move his hips.
"Haa… Nngh… No… Everyone is right there… Mmmgh…!"
When Yeon-woo's fingers lightly pinched and twisted her nipple, Frey arched her chest and trembled.
Yeon-woo hugged Frey, who was trying her best not to moan loudly, and whispered in her ear.
"I know. And it's not exactly the right mood to spend our first night here, is it?"
When Frey glared at him as if to say, 'Then why are you doing this if you know?' Yeon-woo just gave a cute smile.
"If I put this in, Master, you probably won't be able to hold back your screams because it feels too good. Your moans will be so loud that everyone outside will come running, thinking you're hurt."
"…I'll kill you."
Frey's harsh words sounded more like a pout, making Yeon-woo's smile widen.
He pressed his body closer, wedging his cock between her thighs and against her crotch.
"It's a shame, but let's save the truly romantic, mind-blowing sex for next time. Instead—though it's not much of a substitute—"
Her tightly pressed thighs provided the perfect pressure against his cock, and Yeon-woo began to grind his hips pleasurably.
Frey, who had the knowledge but lacked the experience, didn't know what he was doing and just watched. But when the thick glans brushed against her sensitive spot, she startled and straightened her back.
Unless mana was infused into it, Frey's combat suit was made of a material much softer than ordinary cloth. Every time Yeon-woo ground his hips, she could clearly feel the sensation of his cock rubbing against her most precious place.
"Ah, nngh… Wait, just a second…"
Startled by the unexpected pleasure, Frey tried to stop him by placing her hands on his shoulders, but he didn't stop. Instead, he shifted his angle and began to rub even harder.
Frey, who wasn't wearing any underwear, bit her lip and struggled to suppress her moans and the overwhelming pleasure from Yeon-woo's cock rubbing against her through the thin fabric.
As he began to thrust more forcefully than before, Frey lost her strength. She leaned against the hip-grinding Yeon-woo and buried her face in his neck.
The scent of his body as she pressed her nose close, the perverted rubbing of his cock, and the strong arms holding her weakened body so gently…
Overcome with arousal, Frey's face slackened. She stuck out her tongue and licked the sweat trickling down his neck.
All five of her senses were being dyed in pleasure as both Frey and Yeon-woo approached their peak. It was then—
"Boss? Boss, are you in here?"
"…!"
At the sound of Selby's voice, Frey jumped in surprise and tensed her body. The sudden, powerful squeeze of her thighs nearly made Yeon-woo climax on the spot.
Frey, more flustered and frantic than ever before, soon saw the mischievous look on Yeon-woo's face.
"Heh— Ugh…!"
Just as she was about to scowl, Yeon-woo gave her nipple a sharp twist. Frey clamped both hands over her mouth to stifle a moan.
The electric pleasure spreading through her entire body paralyzed her. As her mind went blank, she heard Yeon-woo's whisper in her ear.
"What are you doing? You have to answer. Are you going to let her come in?"
Normally, she would have beaten him half to death for such insolence, but with her body numb from pleasure, Frey could do nothing.
"Boss? You're in here, right?"
"Ye—Yeah…! I'm here… What is it?"
Regardless of whether Selby was nearby, Yeon-woo continued to rub his cock between her thighs, kneading her breasts as he pleased and sucking on her earlobe.
"It's been a while since you went in, and we haven't heard from you."
"Haa, nngh… It's fine, I'm fine…"
"But where are you? The sound is echoing, so I can't tell where you are."
"There's…! There's a hidden passage! You have to use special magic to get in, so it'll be hard for you."
Frey struggled to answer while pushing against Yeon-woo, who was relentlessly caressing her and mimicking a piston motion.
Her body felt like it was going to explode from the mounting pleasure. Though she had never experienced it before, she instinctively knew she was on the verge of a climax.
Frey felt like she would reach her peak right in front of her subordinate if this continued for even a moment longer. She tried to push Yeon-woo away, but he stubbornly kept his tongue on her, pulling at her breasts and poking her with his cock.
"Haah—"
"…? Are you… okay?"
"Haa… The check, the check is done, so I'll be back, back soon. Go on ahead…"
Her voice was trembling in a way that was unlike her, but Selby just tilted her head, decided it was nothing, and turned around.
And then, the two people inside reached their climax.
"…!!!"
Experiencing her first orgasm, Frey pressed her hands tightly over her mouth as her body shuddered violently. Yeon-woo ejaculated while thrusting his cock as deep as possible between her thighs.
Spurt, squelch—
White semen sprayed out from his cock, which had pushed through her thighs and past her buttocks, coating the altar. The two of them held each other, lost in the afterglow of their climax.
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