Academy’s Black-Haired Foreigner

#391

Incomplete Combustion

“······I······. I want to be held by you here······.”

Makoto’s red face was clearly visible even in the dark.

It seemed that renting out the Ferris wheel and having it stop at just the right moment was all part of her pre-planned event.

Who would have thought she was this much of a pervert?

“Is it really not okay······?”

Seeing her like this, I realized once again that Makoto had quite a pretty face.

At her plea, I hesitated, my body ready to pounce but suddenly stopped.

The last shred of reason I had held me back.

No matter what, doing it on a Ferris wheel seemed a bit much.

Everyone would see.

Besides, if we did it here, it would inevitably end up as an incomplete combustion.

I suppressed the rising lust with superhuman patience.

Rather than risking an incomplete combustion here, it’d be better to fully enjoy it in a love hotel.

Makoto would likely prefer that too.

“It’s a bit much here······.”

I trailed off, letting her know I was declining.

“Oh, okay······.”

Makoto’s face fell.

I ruffled her hair and said, “No need to sulk. I’ll hug you plenty in a space just for the two of us after this. You’d like that better, wouldn’t you?”

Hearing my words, Makoto’s face turned bright red.

She nodded shyly.

I kissed her lips.

Our tongues tangled, and our saliva intertwined.

After a long, deep kiss, I pulled away, and an invisible silver thread connected and broke between us.

“For now, let’s just hold off on that.”

At my words, Makoto nodded repeatedly with a flushed face.

As if on cue, the Ferris wheel started moving again.

She tightly grasped my hand.

Until we got off the Ferris wheel, neither of us said a word.

Moments after we got off the Ferris wheel.

“······My lord. Should we have dinner together now?”

Makoto looked at me and said.

Honestly, I wanted to head straight to a hotel, but I decided to hold back.

My patience wasn’t that weak, and above all, I was hungry too.

“Sure.”

“Yay! Then let’s go eat okonomiyaki together!”

Makoto beamed with joy.

Okonomiyaki.

Well, okonomiyaki is indeed famous in Osaka.

Thinking this, I was led by Makoto across the neon-lit bustling streets of Osaka.

The place we arrived at looked like a long-standing traditional restaurant.

“This is the most famous okonomiyaki place in Osaka.”
“It’s a famous okonomiyaki place.”

Makoto added some more details.

I entered the shop with her without saying a word.

“Welcome!”

The shop owner’s voice greeted us.

Inside the shop, there were no other customers besides us.

Did they rent it all out again?

I often overlook this, but right now, Makoto is the leader of the Kamiya clan.

The Kamiya clan, alongside the Kurosawa clan, to which Yuji and Haru belong, and the Shinozaki clan, to which Rin belongs, is considered one of Japan’s three great clans. So, if we were to break it down, Makoto could indeed be called a young lady.

No, unlike Rin, who is just the heir of her family, Makoto is the head of her clan, so in terms of position, Makoto is higher.

“Master, do I have something on my face?”

While I was blankly staring at her face, Makoto, resting her chin on her hand, asked me.

Suddenly, Makoto looked beautiful.

No, was she originally this pretty?

“Nothing.”

“I see.”

At that moment, while exchanging such words with Makoto, the okonomiyaki was served.

A dish similar to a pancake, loaded with vegetables, flour batter, sauce, and meat, appeared before my eyes on a hot iron plate.

The bonito flakes sitting on the brown sauce and white mayonnaise caught my attention.

Is this the famous Osaka okonomiyaki?

“I’ll cut it for you, Master.”

Makoto lifted a metal spatula and cut the okonomiyaki into bite-sized pieces.

Steam rose from the freshly cut side of the okonomiyaki.

I picked up my chopsticks and took a bite.

Mmm.

The sweet and savory flavor filled my mouth.

It was definitely tastier than the okonomiyaki I had in Korea.

The combination of vegetables, okonomiyaki sauce, mayonnaise, and bonito flakes was impressively sweet and salty.

“How is it? Is it delicious?”

At Makoto’s question, I nodded.

“I’m glad to hear that.”

Makoto seemed relieved by my words.

Why is she so anxious all the time?

After finishing the okonomiyaki that Makoto ordered, we stepped outside together.

Having eaten well until evening.

Now what’s next…

Just then, a shy voice from beside me caught my attention.

“M-Master…”

Turning my head, I saw a blushing Makoto.

“I, I’m tired… uh, shall we take a little break over there…?”

Makoto awkwardly suggested while pointing towards a love hotel with the tip of her finger.

For a superhuman to be this tired is nonsense.

Of course, she was trying to tempt me.

But with such an awkward voice and expression.

One thing was clear: Makoto has no acting talent.

Of course, that doesn’t mean I had any intention of rejecting her here.

“Let’s do that.”

I took hold of Makoto’s wrist.

Having suppressed my desires with superhuman patience on the Ferris wheel earlier.

I was now at my limit.

Wait, has Makoto also been holding back until now?

“Eek?!”

Makoto let out a strange scream.

I led her inside the love hotel.

Fortunately or unfortunately, since the love hotel was unmanned, I was able to book a room just by inserting money into the kiosk.

“…”

In the suffocating silence, I held Makoto’s hand and climbed the stairs towards our assigned room.

Clack.

And the moment I closed the door of the love hotel.
As soon as the love hotel door closed.

“Kyah?!”

I tackled Makoto right at the entrance.

“W-wait! M-master… on the b-bed…”

“No time for that.”

I brushed off Makoto’s flustered requests.

Who told her to trigger my desires earlier?

It’s all Makoto’s fault for getting me all worked up.

I roughly pulled at her shirt.

Rip.

As the buttons flew off, the bandages wrapped tightly around her top revealed what was underneath.

A flat chest that looked truly masculine.

Thinking about how her actual size rivaled Rin’s massive assets made me wonder if those compression bandages were some sort of ancient artifact.

But that wasn’t important right now.

Earlier, on the Ferris wheel, we had to rush because we were outside, so I could only pull down her bottoms.

But now it’s different.

We were in a love hotel, in a space just for Makoto and me.

A place created for nothing but love.

So unlike the Ferris wheel, there was no need to worry about prying eyes or time limits.

“M-master… the bandages… um, what should we do…”

Just as Makoto looked at me with uncertainty, trying to say something.

Whoosh!

I ripped off all the bandages that wrapped her upper body.

The torn bandages scattered chaotically at the entrance of the love hotel.

With that, Makoto’s large chest, previously hidden beneath the bandages, was revealed under the room’s light.

It was as if a pair of watermelons was attached to her chest; I couldn’t help but grab them.

“U-uh?!”

Makoto’s eyes widened.

“M-master… my… my chest… it’s… sensitive… h-huh… Aah…♥”

I ravaged her voluptuous body, treating her like a beast in the love hotel entrance.

*

The next morning.

In a love hotel in Osaka.

As the sunlight streamed through the window, Makoto’s eyes fluttered open.

“Ugh…”

Makoto groaned.

Slowly rising from her sleep, the first thing her gaze landed on was the black-haired young man, Kim Deok-Sung, peacefully sleeping next to her, completely nude.

Evidence of their heated night together lingered all over the love hotel room.

“…”

As memories of last night flooded back, Makoto’s face turned beet red.

Thump, thump.

Her heart began to race painfully.

Last night.

Her master, Kim Deok-Sung, had truly treated her like a wild beast.

Everywhere – from the entrance, to the bathroom while washing, on the bed, and even on the table in the room.

She was relentlessly ravaged in every corner of that love hotel.

“Ugh…”

Makoto’s face turned crimson.

Her hands cradled her own large bosom, which was gently swaying.

Countless kiss marks were imprinted on her snowy chest.

Even now, just waking up, her chest was still burning hot.

In a way, it was like an argument against her earlier claim that her chest was ugly, as Kim Deok-Sung had tormented her by obsessively exploring her assets.

“…Master…”

Makoto’s gaze turned toward Kim Deok-Sung.

His face, peacefully sleeping, entered her sight.
Kim Deok-Sung’s face came into her view.

Makoto patted his black hair.

A faint smile appeared on Makoto’s lips.

Until she met him, Makoto had hidden a twinge of anxiety in a corner of her heart.

Even she thought she lacked the outstanding charm and personality that other heroines possessed.

What if my lord doesn’t love me back? Does he truly like me? What if his feelings change and I get abandoned? All those countless worries completely vanished yesterday.

Kim Deok-Sung.

He had proven his love with the passionate encounter they shared yesterday.

“Hehehe…”

A laugh slipped from between Makoto’s lips.

Even though she had been roughly treated right before fainting, it made Makoto feel happy.

‘My lord wanted me with all his might yesterday… He likes my… my chest too…’

As Makoto touched the dizzying kiss marks on her ample chest, she smiled bashfully.

It was sincere.

That’s why Makoto felt good.

Because she could feel being loved with all his might by her lord.

As Makoto was lost in such thoughts while stroking Kim Deok-Sung, she noticed a blanket covering his lower body.

Along with that blanket, his impressive manhood also came into view.

“My lord…”

Makoto’s eyes wavered.

She knew it in theory.

That healthy men get all stiff down there in the morning.

But it was her first time seeing it in reality.

“I, I guess I was lacking…?”

And she also remembered the preparations for such situations that Ritsuko had taught her.

A man’s sexual desire is strongest in the morning, and that’s when a woman should release it.

That was the advice.

Recalling her teachings, Makoto carefully pulled back the blanket and climbed on top of Kim Deok-Sung.

“Th, that’s hot…♥”

A heated moan flowed from Makoto’s lips.

That day.

Kim Deok-Sung and Makoto shared their love until just before leaving the love hotel.

*

After finishing her meeting with Makoto.

I finally could return to Korea.

It hadn’t even been long since my graduation, yet it felt like a year had passed.

Is this the weight of having a harem?

It was a simple thought, but since I had boasted about taking on all the responsibility, there was no choice.

I would have to keep living like this.

Of course, I didn’t dislike it.

I’m a man too, it actually felt good.

Besides, my body’s libido and stamina were abnormally high.

I was starting to realize it for myself now.

If it weren’t for the harem, there would be no way to satisfy this body’s desires.

Every heroine I had faced until now couldn’t handle my stamina and had fallen earlier.

After boarding my private jet, I landed at Seoul Airport, received a welcoming ceremony, did a brief official duty, and then took my private helicopter to my residence in Seoul.

What welcomed me in my grand traditional hanok annex, huge modern luxury main house, stunning garden, and view of the Han River—a literally palace-like residence—were…

“Welcome, Mr. Kim Deok-Sung.”

“Welcome! Mr. Kim Deok-Sung!”

“Welcome…”

Han Seo-Jin, Yoo Se-Ra, and Wilhelmina were there.

Wait, why are these three together?

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