Chapter 171 – Kirin Class Ishiba (3)

*Slurp.*

I scoop up a spoonful of seaweed soup packed with chunks of beef.

The stimulating taste of the dashi blends perfectly, making it incredibly well-cooked. Although I’m inexperienced, it’s clear I’ve tried my hand at cooking before.

“Is it delicious?”

Azalea sits in front of me, smirking while holding a flower calyx.

*Swoosh.*

She subtly exposes her defenseless chest, her soft white flesh jiggling with each movement. Her mysterious, fox-like grin seems to be begging me to devour her.

“Try this too.”

Azalea doesn’t even take a spoonful of rice for herself, only watching me. Every time I put rice into my mouth, she adds a side dish to my spoon.

It’s overwhelming.
It’s nice, but maybe a bit too much.

“…Aren’t you going to eat?”

“Just watching you eat fills me up.”

“It’s kind of burdensome. Why are you taking off your clothes?”

“Just… how do I stop it from constantly getting wet while I’m wearing it? Am I… burdensome?”

Azalea blinked, offering a shy and embarrassed excuse. Particularly in the part when she asked if she was a burden, her voice seemed to crawl, and her moist eyes were a sight to behold.

“…I wanted to give you something delicious. Is that not possible?”

Her eyes resembled those of a deer just before being caught. Seeing Azalea like that filled me with compassion, making me question if I was the one who was odd for feeling burdened.

When seen as a naive and charming person, she was truly adorable and beautiful. Azalea had many emotional wounds as well. How did she endure it all?

Her innocent, tear-filled eyes unknowingly granted her forgiveness in a corner of my heart. It was convincing enough to be a scene from a commercial.

“It’s not that it’s impossible.”

I tried to be as understanding as I could.

“I love you.”
“……”

The rationalization crumbled with the following confession.

Azalea leaned in closer. Despite the spaciousness of the dining table, her face seemed incredibly large in front of me.

“Shall we live together after we graduate? We could simply announce our engagement… Ah, but there were professors and others around.”

“Uh, well, I have a lot to do for a while.”

“…Will it take long? Is it because of the Flower?”

“I think that’s likely.”

“I… feel like I could help too.”

That might not be a bad idea.

“I’ll contact you if I need to.”

“Please do. Even if you don’t need anything, just call… We’re a couple, after all. It’s not strange to rely on each other to that extent.”

True.

There’s nothing strange about it, yet why do I find you so frightening? It’s not that I dislike you; I’m just scared. Only after finishing the heap of rice on my plate was I able to leave the table.

“Have you finished?”

Azalea smiled and stood up.

The spot where the panties I was wearing were situated was drenched, causing me to unconsciously hold my breath.

Would I be devoured?

“Then…”

Azalea placed her hand on the strap of her underwear and slowly approached.

“…”

I was being devoured. I decided to accept the situation with detachment.

“Let’s brush our teeth now.”

As she wrapped her arms around me, I heard Azalea’s sweet voice in my ear. Without realizing it, I asked back.

“Huh?”

At my question, she covered her mouth as if surprised, and giggled.

“Ah… It became a habit from spending time with Shiba. We brush our teeth together. I wanted to try it.”

Azalea, who had gently pulled me towards her, led me step by step towards the bathroom. Drip. Drip. An erotic sound of water dripping accompanied the footsteps of Azalea as she rubbed her thighs together.

The sound was loud, like thick, clumped honey being dropped, due to its stickiness and viscosity.

“…Are you okay?”

“My body just reacted on its own… I’ll give you a new toothbrush.”

– Chiiii!

Brushing teeth after a meal.
It would be quite ordinary if not for Azalea, who is completely undressed.

Is that even underwear, or merely an ornament designed to lasciviously expose her vagina?
A viscous fluid crept up her thighs from beneath her undergarment, and upon feeling the sensation, Azalea emitted a faint moan while brushing her teeth.

“…Hnng.”
“Do you want to have sex?”

When I asked her directly, Azalea, who had stopped brushing, blushed and nodded her head.

Rinsing after brushing.

As soon as it was over, Azalea reached out and placed her hand on my arm again.

“I just thought of it… Can’t we just live together?”
“Huh?”
“With the Jinmok Group’s name, we could find a house near the dormitory… We have to raise our daughter too… Wouldn’t it be nice to hire a housekeeper and live together?”

Shiba may be my daughter, but in a broader sense, she’s not wrong.

There’s a biological mother, but that doesn’t mean a stepmother can’t be a mother as well.

“A housekeeper… I’ve actually been considering it. I’ve saved up quite a bit of money.”

When I was in Dowon, money was in abundance, but it’s not that much now. Anyway, the house in Seoul is in my name, so if I sold it and combined the remaining money, I could barely afford a new house.

Shiba desperately needed a butler or housekeeper to prepare for times when I wasn’t around. Her attachment to me is no less intense than Azalea’s, so she needs to gradually learn to live without me from now on.

…Money will come in soon anyway. In response, Azalea shook her head and puffed out her cheeks.

“…I’ll take care of everything. Just come along. It’s not that difficult.”

“Hey, then I’d be too much of a burden.”

“…It’s shared property anyway.”

Could her attachment be even stronger than Shiba’s?

Stepping out of the bathroom, I opened the favorability window for the first time in a while.

Familiar holographic fragments gathered to form a sentence, and I immediately caught it in my eyes.

—
【 World Tree Auction 】 – 【 Favorability Menu 】
[World Trees (2)]
▶ World Tree of Purity: ♥♥♥♥♥ (100/100)
▶ World Tree of Healing: ♥♥♥♡♡ (71/100)

[Woodman/Human (7)]
▶ Azalea: ♥♥♥♥♡ (96/100)
▶ Lee Se-Young: ♥♥♥♥♡ (95/100)
▶ Zodiac: ♥♥♥♥♡ (88/100)
▶ Hong-Yeon: ♥♥♥♥♡ (86/100)
▶ Heaven: ♥♥♥♡♡ (62/100)
▶ White Peach: ♥♥♥♡♡ (61/100)
▶ Cornus: ♥♥♡♡♡ (50/100)

– See more

【 Realizing a new connection, a favorability window for ‘Hong-Yeon’ will be established. 】
—

A long series of favorability windows.

As I read through it, I couldn’t help but look at Azalea with a dumbfounded expression.

“Why?”

The favorability has increased further. Therefore, the obsession that was embedded more than once at that time is not over yet.

Even though I embraced him and reassured him, instead of diminishing, he grew even stronger. And that wasn’t the only surprising aspect.

‘Is Hong-Yeon alive?’

I had believed he died when Do-won was destroyed, but that wasn’t the truth. When Do-won fell, Hong-Yeon had somehow escaped and was very much alive.

So, where is he now?
My heart races.
I managed to calm it down.

Then, suddenly, a pale hand appeared before my eyes.

“… What are you looking at?”

As Azalea waved her hand in front of me, the favorability window vanished. Upon gazing at her, another window immediately appeared.

—
Name/Gender: Azalea (Female)
Age/Height: 20/165cm
Sex Fantasy: Spanking
Dating Fantasy: Visiting a zoo with a man she likes
Current Status: Obsession. Love.
—

“… Is this the window that World Tree husband candidates see?”

I flinched.
My body shuddered.

“If there’s something to see there, should I look now?”
“Affection.”

Upon hearing the truth, Azalea’s eyes widened, and she smiled with a hint of mischief.

“…You don’t need to look at that. If you’re uneasy, just look at my face. Does it seem like I don’t like it?”

It’s not that I’m worried about the affection decreasing, but it seems like there’s been a big misunderstanding.

Arriving at the bedroom, Azalea pushed me onto the bed and lay me down. She then jumped onto my stomach, straddling me. Removing her soaked underwear, she unfolded it and placed it beside my ear.

Steam rose from the honey-coated pink panties. The scent of flowers and honey filled my nostrils.

“Underwear… do you want it?”
“Huh? Why?”
“It seems like I’m staring too intently.”
“…No need.”
“Hehe.”

Rather than immediately pouncing on me, Azalea bent down and embraced me tightly. As she affectionately rubbed her face against my chest, I could feel the sticky honey dripping down onto my lower abdomen.

“Are you too obsessed?”

As I subtly hinted, Azalea tightened her grip on my arm.

“What’s wrong with obsession?”

She raised her head and suddenly leaned in, stealing a light kiss from my lips.

-Choo.

“…It’s proof that I love you.”

Pong – a blooming flower in her hair.
Azalea, who plucked a flower from her head, spoke to me and bit the flower in her mouth.

“…Can’t I like it?”

Reason and logic don’t work.

She pressed her mouth to my lips and soon passed her flower into my mouth.
The bitter taste of Azalea’s petals made my tongue tingle.

“My boyfriend…”

“Yeah. You don’t go far. Just take it slow and love me. At this rate, I’ll be ruined.”
“I know… What can I do when my body is impatient?”

In the midst of this, my steadily responding cock was filled with lascivious demons.

Such a canine-like disposition.
Even when attempting to comfort her fragile spirit, if the erection falters, it’s all for naught.

Suddenly.

Azalea snickered as she felt the erect penis against her buttocks.

“Alright, once a day.”

As she rubbed her waist, she asked me, seemingly aware of her obsession and sensing the gravity of it. Azalea’s alluring eyes, with strands of hair caught in her mouth, were incredibly sexy.

“One week.”
“Three days.”
“…You have classes at the academy, too.”
“Do… Do you dislike me?”

Her voice grew increasingly uneasy.

“No, I like it… I read somewhere that the best way for couples to feel love is to have sex once a week.”

Astonishingly, it was a quote I had genuinely seen before. Azalea appeared swayed by my words, pondering for quite some time before eventually nodding her head.

“…Alright. Then, instead, hug me tightly. Do everything you can for me. Because I’ll do the same.”
“Okay.”

Azalea dropped her wide-open, pale thighs and pulled down my pants and underwear in one swift motion. Her eyes, locked onto my erect penis, trembled with lust.

“Ah… ugh…”

An uncontrollable moan escaped her lips. The part of the blanket damp with her honey was sticky.

As she absentmindedly brought her honey-stained finger to her mouth, a familiar yet sexy sweetness filled her mouth, tempting enough to dissolve in water.

It wasn’t too sweet, just perfect to savor.

Azalea carefully observed me, then politely knelt on the bed and asked, raising her hips.

“Um… may I ask you for a favor?”
“Huh?”

Breathing heavily, she held the blanket with both hands and leaned forward like a puppy. A single flower still bloomed atop her head.

“I know it’s a strange request, but I really want to try it just once.”

I wonder what kind of request she has in mind.

My question was brazen, and from Azalea’s lips came a request that even I would have hesitated to make.

“Can you… slap me?”

She brushed her hair back with her right hand, offering her cheek with expectant eyes. Her cheeks were already flushed, as if she had been struck once before.

Her heaving breasts trembled, and her pale pink nipples hardened as they rose. Anyone could see that she wanted me to hit her.

…The time had come.

I humbly closed my eyes.

* * * * * * *

There is a bond between parents and children.

Shiba believed that no one else in the world could prove the connection between her and her father as well as she could.

– Thump.

A drumstick striking a large drum.

Shiba clenched both her hands tightly and puffed out her cheeks as if in pain.

“Shiba, what’s wrong?”
“Beep.”

As her friend, who played the role of a small drum, cautiously asked, Shiba narrowed her eyes and pursed her lips.

A dizzying feeling constricting her chest.

– Thump, thump.

The connection between father and daughter, the aftermath of emotions. Shiba herself believed it to be the red thread of fate.

When Shiba is sad, her father feels the emotion, and when Shiba is angry, her father experiences that emotion as well, albeit weakly. Normally, they don’t sense such things at all. However, there was one emotion that particularly resonated with Shiba.

Instinctively, Shiba had a vague awareness of what her father was doing in broad daylight.

“Beep.”

The same sensation she felt when Hando devoured her father!

Shiba, the mistress of the master bedroom, clenched her staff and began to vent her anger, waiting for kindergarten to end.