Chapter 1415

<Episode 1415> 1415. The Academy’s Savior

“It’s Sung Ha-ri’s son, isn’t it?!”

Choi Jung-hwa’s mind instantly became a jumbled mess. If the opponent was Sung Yoo-jin, Sung Ha-ri’s son, pulling tricks would be tough—not just for her but because Sung Ha-ri also excessively guards her son.

Clang Clang.

“Dae-yeon, this feels so good.”

“Haaang, my butt… hit my butt!”

Sung Yoo-jin swayed his hips and slapped Choi Dae-yeon’s butt with his palm as per her request. Squish, smack. Choi Dae-yeon let out cries of ecstasy while being spanked—obviously enjoying every second of it.

“Wha… Does she have that kind of *fortress*?”

Choi Jung-hwa slightly opened her mouth in shock. A sticky liquid was dripping from the union between Choi Dae-yeon and Sung Yoo-jin—a clear sign of how much pleasure Choi Dae-yeon was deriving from the sex.

“These kids these days are something else… Having sex with all the lights on like that… Aren’t they embarrassed? Is sex really that enjoyable?”

Choi Jung-hwa had never enjoyed sex herself. She only had sex 2-3 times with her current husband when she got Choi Dae-yeon pregnant, but instead of pleasure, it felt more unpleasant. Since getting pregnant, she hadn’t had sex even once. Even when her husband asked, she ignored him. She didn’t particularly like others touching her body.

“He doesn’t either, my daughter, so I thought she wouldn’t like physical contact…”

But judging by what she was seeing now, that assumption seemed wrong.

“Aah! Ahhh! Aaaang!”

The sight of her wailing daughter made Choi Jung-hwa question if this strange woman before her eyes was truly her own child.

Suddenly, Sung Yoo-jin grabbed Choi Dae-yeon’s hair and yanked it hard.

“That lunatic! Who does he think he is grabbing someone’s hair like that?!”

One of the things Choi Jung-hwa and Choi Dae-yeon hated most was people touching their hair. Grabbing someone’s hair meant they were ready to go all out. Especially Choi Dae-yeon, who once got into a fistfight in elementary school with a classmate who dared touch her hair.

Yet the current Choi Dae-yeon didn’t fight back. She moved her head around however Sung Yoo-jin pulled her hair. Thanks to this, Choi Jung-hwa could see her daughter’s face: flushed cheeks, unfocused eyes, saliva dribbling from parted lips—the face of a woman lost in the throes of lust.

“Huuuhh… Yes… Kiss me…!”

“How dare you. Didn’t I already teach you how to ask properly?”

Smack!

Sung Yoo-jin slapped Choi Dae-yeon’s butt again. Her large behind rippled, and a bright red handprint appeared on her pristine white skin. Choi Dae-yeon trembled, and another gush of fluid soaked the bedsheet.

“Kiss me, please! Master… Hurry!”

Choi Dae-yean extended her crimson tongue toward Sung Yoo-jin, drenched in saliva, wriggling seductively as if alive. Sung Yoo-jin smirked, then suddenly bit and sucked her tongue.

“Slurp, Hnnngg… Uuuhhh! Slurp!”

Sung Yoo-jin felt Choi Dae-yeon’s core tighten powerfully around him. He grabbed her breast with one hand and climaxed inside her. They clung to each other, trembling, as they savored the peak of their shared pleasure.


Hidden away, Choi Jeong-hwa was utterly shocked. From the vulva of Choi Da-yeon, which had received the male member, an endless stream of white liquid flowed out. Just from that scene alone, it was enough to worry that there was a 100% chance she might be pregnant.

“If… if Da-yeon gets pregnant, then abortion…”

Abortion.

Even someone like Choi Jeong-hwa couldn’t force her daughter into an abortion. After all, her child would also be the heir to the family. Above all else, her father would never approve of such a thing.

“If Father found out… he’d probably get angry… no, maybe not…”

If Choi Da-yeon’s partner were just any ordinary man, things might have been different. But Sung Yoojin wasn’t ordinary. He was the bloodline of Spirit Ha, someone who already commanded respect. Moreover, it was estimated that he possessed talent comparable to Ha himself. Not to mention, Sung Yoojin hailed from the Jinryeong Sung clan—a lineage older than even hers.

“Father might actually *approve*. If it were Ha’s son, I think it’d be fine…”

Choi Jeong-hwa nodded. If the partner were some random guy, it’d be concerning—but since it was Sung Yoojin, it was acceptable.

“It’s too much for me to interfere in my daughter’s love life anyway.”

Choi Da-yeon isn’t a child anymore. She’ll handle things on her own.

As she felt her daughter had grown up, Choi Jeong-hwa turned around—

Click click.

The sound of a camera shutter rang out. A chill ran down her spine. Startled, Choi Da-yeon whipped her head around and pressed her eyes against the doorframe.

Sung Yoojin was taking photos with his smartphone, capturing Choi Da-yeon sprawled across the bed, completely defenseless in her state of ecstasy. Her face showed no thought of covering herself, and her swollen vulva, mixed with semen and hair, looked disheveled.

After snapping a few more pictures, Sung Yoojin straddled Choi Da-yeon’s soggy chest and leaned down toward her mouth.

“Hey, Choi Da-yeon. Clean this cock.”

“Ahh…”

With half-open eyes, Choi Da-yeon instinctively opened her mouth and licked at Sung Yoojin’s penis. As he pushed forward, she widened her mouth and swallowed it whole.

“You’re getting pretty good at this.”

Sung Yoojin chuckled proudly and stroked Choi Da-yeon’s head.

Watching this scene, Choi Jeong-hwa’s pupils trembled.

“That vibe… it’s not like lovers, is it? And earlier… didn’t Da-yeon call him something? ‘Master’? C, could it be…?”

Was Choi Da-yeon being coerced? Otherwise, why would he take photos or why would she address him as “Master”? Still, what troubled Choi Jeong-hwa most was how Da-yeon didn’t look forced during their sexual act.

“…Could this be an act to please him? With how he grabs her hair and spanks her ass, he seems to have a terrible temper, just like his mother.”

Choi Jeong-hwa felt conflicted. Part of her wanted to barge into the room right now, rescue Da-yeon, and scold Sung Yoojin. But considering the aftermath, that would be the worst possible move. Getting involved herself would damage Da-yeon’s pride, not to mention the complications with Ha.

“Ha… judging by how he behaves, he won’t reprimand his son for wrongdoing; instead, he’d likely defend him.”

If Ha decided to cause trouble, even Choi Jeong-hwa wouldn’t be able to handle it.

She bit her lip, and the mask pack stuck to her face fell off. She crouched down and picked it up from the floor.

“The best course… is for me and Sung Yoojin to resolve this privately.”

He’s still an academy student who hasn’t fully experienced real-world life yet. Choi Jeong-hwa was confident she could charm him.

“With money, spirit pills, artifacts—he’d probably go crazy for them. If necessary, giving him a small company wouldn’t be a bad idea either. Kids his age love hearing the title of CEO.”

“Aaang! Ahh! Ughhh…”

Da-yeon’s cries began again as Sung Yoojin lifted her right leg over his shoulder and thrust into her vulva. Da-yeon shook her breasts while panting heavily.

“Da-yeon… just hang in there a little longer. Mom will save you from his clutches!”

Forcing herself to look away, Choi Jeong-hwa stood up. Perhaps because she had been squatting for so long, her body felt stiff…


As I stood up, a sharp pain shot through my lower back and abdomen.

The class I’m in, 1-D, decided to run a Butler & Maid Café for the school festival. It was decided before I even joined 1-D.

To be honest, I wasn’t really looking forward to it.

“Why would I get excited about some fake maid café when real maids greet me in the Spirit World?”

Compared to the actual maids of the Spirit World, the café’s maids were lacking. They don’t even give proper service—no blowjobs, no riding me with their wet cores…

Honestly, I had zero motivation, but since I’m part of 1-D, I had no choice but to cooperate.

“Mr. Ha. Would you mind brewing some tea?”

The class president approached me.

‘So they want to lock me in the kitchen and turn me into a tea machine, huh?’

Maybe this is better than serving tables, given my personality.

I brewed the tea using the teapot the president handed me. Not with a tea bag, but by steeping loose tea leaves.

“Wow… You’re really good at making tea! Did you work in a teahouse before? This isn’t ordinary skill!”

The president kept praising after tasting the tea. Soon, a crowd gathered around. And naturally, I had to serve them all.

“This is amazing. So different from the tea I make.”

“The aroma is so rich.”

“I want cake now…”

“Who knew tea could taste so different depending on who makes it?”

“This is leagues above tea-bag tea.”

People were showering me with compliments as they sipped the tea I made.

I narrowed my eyes suspiciously. Was this some hidden camera prank?

‘Just because I copied what Yuria does… is it really that good?’

Unable to believe it, I took a sip myself.

‘Eh? It’s not that great…’

Compared to the tea Yuria makes, this is garbage. It’s drinkable, but I wouldn’t want to keep drinking it.

“You’re officially our butler. Please work as one.”

“…Wait. Butler? Not the kitchen?”

“Our café has butlers and maids personally brewing tea. Just serving wouldn’t be fun, and we wouldn’t need a Butler & Maid Café if that was all we did.”

“I’m not good at serving.”

“Don’t worry. It’s not hard. You’ll get used to it after a few practices.”

I tried to refuse, but everyone pleaded with shining eyes. If I rejected them outright, I might ruin the nice guy image I’ve been cultivating. With an awkward expression, I reluctantly agreed.

“But there’s a condition: Daryeon has to work as a maid too.”

“Daryeon already agreed. It’d be such a waste if she didn’t.”

The president’s efficiency was impressive.

Afterward, I was forced to attend a class meeting that lasted two hours, mostly discussing interior design.

‘Can’t we just do something simple?’

Later, I faced Shinbo Reika in the training room. She requested a sparring match. Recalling how in the original story this opportunity went to Kyousuke Yuuki instead of me, I realized this was quite fortunate.

There’s no way I’d intentionally lose. Crushing her pride and self-esteem by utterly defeating her would be best.

“Thanks for agreeing to spar.”

“Pfft. Missing a chance to fight the top student of Arashi Academy would be stupid.”

『Name: Shinbo Reika

Strength: C+ Stamina: D Agility: B Durability: C- Mana: B-

Trait: Verdant Wind (A+)

Skills: Swordsmanship (B-), Spirit Contract (C+), Gale Force (A), Wind Step (D)

Affection: 54』

I checked Reika’s status window. Her stats are undoubtedly top-tier among the academy freshmen.

Her affection level is also pretty high. Guess saving her instead of abandoning her for Tsukuyomi’s jewel was worth it.