[T/N: I decided to just merge part 4 and part 5. I'll update tomorrow again for Chapter 3 Part 1]
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Pleadingly, Leon pressed his lips to hers again. He nibbled her ear and kissed the top of her head, then gently tugged at her clit with his finger.
"-!!" Her body, already pushed to its limits by the tugging of her innermost flesh, convulsed as if struck by lightning, and she climaxed. Her hand clinging to Leon became desperate.
"Ugh-" Leon ejaculated with a low moan. Seol's hand and his were covered in cum. But Seol wasn't done yet.
Jean frowned and swallowed hard. His body lightly shuddered and he ejaculated.
"Oh, it's my turn-" Leon said and hurriedly grabbed Seol and lifted her. With a pop, Jean's penis slipped out.
Leon replaced it with his own inside her. Inside her vagina, which hadn't yet finished spasming from her climax, Leon began thrusting again without slowing down. This time, Seol was 'embraced' from the front.
The change in position made the thrusting completely different, and Seol wrapped her hands around Leon's neck, desperately trying to pull away.
But of course, there was no escape. Tightly holding her thighs together, Leon thrust himself inside her until his balls were pressed against her butt.
"Hayak-!" Seol made a strange noise and arched her back. Leon laughed.
"You're weak here," He said, and he intensely thrust inside, shallowly, then pulls out and plunged in again, his tip barely grazing in.
Seol felt like she was going to lose her mind. Jean kissed her, his fingers helplessly caressing her hair, and gently supporting her back as she fall backward.
Seol gasped and tangled their tongues. Changing angles, Jean kissed her deeper, until she couldn't breathe.
"Suck, ah----- uh......." Seol's consciousness flickered as if she was running out of oxygen. He sucked her tongue until it hurt, but it felt so good.
When the kiss ended, Jean licked his way up to Seol's tear-streaked cheek. Taking a moment to let her catch her breath, he ravaged her mouth again.
Biting her lips, flicking her tongue, sucking inside her mucous membranes, swallowing her saliva. It's Leon who's thrusting down her, but it's Jean who's kissing her up.
Seol is already losing the distinction of who is holding her. Blue eyes shone in her blurred vision.
Jean's hands gently stroke her swaying hair and caress her ear. It was a loving, caressing touch.
Again and again, their lips overlap and their tongue is being gently stroked, but underneath her, is a frantic thrusting.
The next moment, when she thought she was going to turn away because of the contradiction between this excruciating pleasure and the gentle touch, her vision turned white. If it weren't for the two men supporting her, she would have fallen to the floor.
Seol could hear the voice in her throat, but no words came out.
"!" A grunt was all that came out. Her whole body stiffened and she kicked in the air a few times before her leg dropped. Panting shallowly, Leon gently set her down on the chair. Thick liquid trickled down her body.
Leon wiped his hands and penis with a wet wipe and zipped up his zipper. Through blurred eyes, Seol watched the two men clean themselves. Leon smiled, slightly embarrassed, and leaned in, lightly kissing her.
"Sorry. I tried to be gentle, but I just couldn't resist," He said as he planted a series of ticklish baby kisses on the side of her face, causing Seol to giggle.
Meanwhile, Jean fiddled with her computer and triggered the refresh mode, which cleansed the air around them, erasing the smell of the affair.
Jean and Leon worked together to clean her off with a towel and dress her in a raggedy outfit. Seol grunted as the waves of pleasure finally ended and she was able to move her body properly.
"Are we allowed to use the security facility so privately?"
"It's not like someone's gonna scold us," Leon said, and Jean looked a little smug. Seol slowly rose to her feet. Jean held her arm to support her.
For some reason, Seol smiled, for the rough, gruff man she'd first seen had disappeared.
"It's good now, I can stand." She paused and stretched her back. She could still feel the throbbing between her legs. The afterglow of pleasure lingered in her lower stomach.
"It's ok now," Seol firmly said.
"But please, can we not do this here next time?! We can do it in bed, properly. It's embarrassing if the team begins to think we did it in the office."
"I see." Jean nodded, relieving Seol. Leon nodded in agreement.
"Yep, it's so uncomfortable. Besides, Jean, your pants are wet."
"Oh." Jean looked at his pants. Seol's face flushed; her dripping juices had created a wet spot on his pants.
"I'll change. I've another pair." Jean said and opened the cabinet. Without hesitation, he pulled off his pants, revealing a pair of black briefs.
'Come to think of it, this is the first time I've ever seen him in his underwear.'
Seol have been preoccupied during her estrus and hadn't had the time to observe anything in bed afterward.
Her eyes skimmed over Jean's perfect little butt and the muscles of his outstretched thighs and legs. His body formed a perfect inverted triangle.
"Seol, you're drooling," Leon whispered.
"I'm not." Seol blushed and flatly denied it.
"If you're gonna look at me the same way, I'll have to give you a striptease next time," Leon playfully said.
"Ugh, striptease." Seol rubbed her cheeks together but didn't say no.
Jean, who had changed his pants, lightly slapped Leon and said, "Don't be silly,"
"Why not? It's good to show our bodies to each other." Leon smirked. Seol quickly walked over to her desk and turned off the security mode.
"Can I go to the training room?"
"Uhm, are you sure you want to do that right now?" Leon's eyes widened at her question.
"Am I not on the Alpha Team?"
Jean thought for a moment, then nodded, "Training is good practice."
Seol was so excited that she felt compelled to show them how she had passed the fighting course. Even though her opponents were all at least 10-20 cm taller than her.
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"Uh-huh," Sul crossed her arms and squinted. The structure of the training room was simple. On one side, various training equipment was placed, and the floor was urethane.
In the middle of it all, two people were fighting with rubber knives.
The sound of each blow was deafening, given their mass. Minho blocked Kosaka's kick with his arm. He swings the rubber knife before breaking it with his next move. Kosaka narrowly avoids the knife and throws a punch. Minho dodges it and drives his knee into his defenseless side.
"Keuck-" Kosaka swallowed hard and swung the knife. The knife grazed Minho's arm, and with a snap, his arm dropped limply as if it were missing.
Minho, with tendon damage to the left arm. A cold mechanical sound declared his arm immobilized. But the fight continued. It was a grim, gritty affair that resembled a real fight. Seol imagined herself blocking Kosaka's kicks with both arms.
'I'm going to crack my arms,'
She thought and then imagined the fight differently. If it were her, she'd duck and dodge right away, get close to him before doing her next move, for her arm length is at a disadvantage in close combat because she has a short attacking reach.
While she was thinking, the fight was over. Minho had won by a single point. Kosaka grunted as he pressed a tissue to his dripping nosebleed.
"You're going to die next time."
"Try killing me next time then." Smirking, Minho moved his left arm in different directions.
Leon sighed and said.
"We're supposed to be fighting with our bare hands so we don't injure each other, but why do you two always end up with injuries?"
"That's the thing," Jean said and walked to the center of the training room, his hands clasped in front of him.
"Want to fight me? The reliable assistant team leader~" Leon's eyes widened, then he smirked and jumped up to stand in the square perimeter.
"Rubber knives?" Kite asked.
"Never mind."
"It's fine,"
They both said at the same time. Jean said:
"Let the game begin."
-Jean Olta, Leon Dallat. The duel begins in three, two, one, Start.-
The two clashed as a mechanical sound signaled the start.
"Ugh," Seol shuddered.
"Full power from the start," said Kosaka in an amused tone as his nose blood stopped flowing.
"I haven't seen the team leader fight in a long time." Kite crossed his arms and laughed.
"Jean for weight and power, Leon for speed and skill?" asked Slay in a low voice.
"In other words, Leon has to finish the fight fast," Minho said in a low voice. As if he had heard him, Leon's speed dramatically increased. Seol's mouth dropped open.
"He can move like that with that much weight?" She could tell that Leon was slimmer than Jean.
But that's not to say he's skinny or small compared to Jean. If Leon was a nimble leopard, Jean was a big bear. Every time he(L) sliced through the air at his prey, he made a sharp sound. One shot, one kill, was his killing blow.
"Ah-!" Kosaka let out a small cry. Leon was on Jean's back in a flash, his arms tightening around Jean's throat as Jean grabbed him with a tremendous amount of force and threw him to the ground.
Leon bounced to his feet with a thud, and Jean kicked at him, making him linger in the air for a moment.
Jean tried to additionally attack Leon in the back with an elbow but was knocked back a few steps.
-Leon Dalat, Jean Olta, ring out, ring out.- The two were knocked out of the square ring at the same time.
At the sound of the machine, Jean and Leon stopped attacking each other. Leon rubbed his back as he let out a painful groan.
"It hurts!" Jean rubbed the nape of his neck and sent him(L) an irritated glare.
"It's a draw," Minho said, nodding his head.
In the training room, the fight would be even, but in a real scenario, a different ending would present itself.
"Aw, these two are difficult to beat in close combat. Let's just try shooting next time, shooting."
Leon smirked at Slay's comment, "That's good too."
Jean and Seol's eyes met, and Jean gestured for her to come over.
"Me?" Seol pointed to herself, and Jean nodded.
Seol scrambled out of her seat and pulled her hair up into a ponytail. She quickly grabbed a rubber knife and stepped into the ring.
"Awww," Leon cooed with a chuckle as he patted Seol's ponytail as she left the ring.
Seol swallowed hard as she looked up at the big man. 'I don't think I'll ever beat him.'
-Seol Reit, Jean Olta. The match begins in three, two, one, and Start.-
Counting the numbers in her head like a system, Seol shot forward as soon as the starting bell rang.
She dodges Jean's grasping hands and dives inside. But Jean wasn't slow. Seol soon realized that she only looked slow compared to Leon.
His fist whizzed past the side of her head, sending goosebumps all over her body. One punch from him like that and she's done. Her face would be crushed.
With legs stiffening with fear, Seol ducked low and kicked him right in the kneecap. This was, admittedly, not a weight-class right.
"-!" Jean frowned slightly. He flinched, and just as he was about to dive in and slash at her side, Seol grabbed his arm. In the space of a second, her body flew through the air and landed on the ground.
If it weren't for her practiced falls, she would have been hurt somewhere.
-Ring out, ring out.-
Seol let out a groan and rolled over, her back aching. Leon walked over and gently helped her to her feet.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah-"
"That's good enough," Kosaka said, smiling.
"I've been on the edge of my seat watching you. I'm afraid you're going to be out cold if you get hit." Slay agreed.
"Bones would have been broken." Kite silently agreed. Just then, Jean approached and called out to her.
"Seol."
"Yes?"
"Focus on running away and surviving rather than fighting and winning."
At that, Seol's brow tightened. She stretched, like a cat fluffing its fur, and put her hands on her hips.
"Sure, I may not be as good as the rest of the team, but I'm not weak enough to be trained to run away."
"You're brave," Minho lowly muttered. Jean glared at him, and Minho shrugged.
"You're kinda right, Seol, but I'm with him on the need to keep your distance from the opponent. If we're no match in close quarters, keep your distance, and then shoot." Seol's ears slightly flicked back at Minho's words.
"I see, I see." Certainly, it was impossible to beat an opponent like Jean in close combat with a knife. Create a gap and shoot. That plan would be more certain.
"That's what he's thinking." Seol's ears perked up again at Minho's next words. 'That's true. The enemy must think so, too.'
"So I think it's best to save your basic counterattacks for the real thing. Captain?" Minho turned to Jean, and Jean frowned at that, then nodded.
"You're not wrong."
"Indeed, wise sage," Kosaka teased, whistling, and Minho sighed.
"That nickname is weird." No matter how much Minho thought about it, it sounded more like a game-like name than a special forces member nickname.
"-Character name rather than a special forces member," Minho grumbled.
Thanks to Minho's comment, Seol had to try to play against Jean a few times. Jean took on his teammates one by one, and by the end of it, Seol lay on the floor, completely exhausted.
Sweat drenched her sweatpants. Leaving her in a corner, the team finished their workout and headed to the showers.
Seol stumbled into the women's shower. She was in the middle of washing when she heard some voices.
"Did you see that? Did you see that?! The Alpha team training?"
"Yes, I did. Leon is so handsome. Isn't he a model?"
"Isn't he? Isn't the team leader gorgeous too? I wish I could sleep with him."
"I'm going to try to sleep with him. He's sweet, right?"
"Minho is okay too. He's got a certain charm."
"I think Kosaka would be sweet in bed."
"Unexpectedly sweet?" And the voices all laughed out loud.
Seol, who had been intently listening, laughed out loud too. Suddenly, she realized that she had fulfilled someone else's wish.
'I slept with them, Jean and Leon. Not only have I slept with them, but I'm dating them. This is weird. It doesn't feel real.'
Seol couldn't figure out what was so attractive about her. They've only been working on the same team for a week. Why did they ask her out?
Then she heard something that caught her attention.
"Ooh! I want a boyfriend who just got his rut period!"
"Shut up, I want one too."
"What's with all the interests on them?"
"You don't want someone like that?"
"I'd love to, but I don't like those who just had their first one because they're clingy without even trying."
"Hey, that's a good thing."
"Yeah, it's cute when they're clueless, stupid, and can't control their pleasure. I've heard that some people date girls when they're just having their first estrus."
"Ewww, isn't that so kinky?"
"Isn't it?"
The conversation seemed to catch her breath. Seol's eyes narrowed and her ears perked up, but the conversation quickly moved on to other things.
After waiting for the women to leave, Seol stood in the shower, languidly. She threw on some clothes and typed a search term into her phone.
"Wow-" She squinted at the information that poured out. There was a lot of stuff, but most of it was talking about how special or good those who are to enter their first rut/estrus, and for some reason, it made sense.
'I see,' She thought, realizing where her appeal lay.
"I see." Seol nodded and walked over to her air car. She pressed the auto-drive setting with her finger and the car glided out of the parking lot.
Staring at its taillights, Seol turned her attention to the air car sliding up beside her, a sleek, black aircar.
The front door opened automatically. Leon, who was inside, got out of his seat and motioned for Seol to sit across from him.
She then climbed in next to him. There were three of them in the front seat.
"Eh? All three of us are sitting in the front?" asked Seol excitedly, and Leon looked at her sheepishly.
"So you want me to go sit in the back by myself?"
"Well, I can sit in the back."
"No. I want to sit with you." Leon quickly put his arm around her and laughed. Front seats were meant for two, so when the three of them sat down properly, they were forced to squeeze together.
Seol turned to Jean.
"Do you mind driving for us?"
"I don't mind." Jean's blue eyes swept over Seol, then back to the road ahead. He stepped on the accelerator and the car smoothly lurched forward. (How about Seol's car? ??_??)
Seol suddenly realized they were both in plain clothes.
"I'm the only one in uniform."
"Well, shall we stop by the department store first?" Leon asked, and Seol's eyes widened,
"What?"
"I can afford to get my girlfriend some clothes." Leon smiled
"I can buy my own clothes."
"I know that. I just want to give you a gift."
"Well-" Seol felt a twinge. Getting a gift for a sexual partner is like getting a makeover, isn't it? 'Is this the right saying or is it another?'
'But it's not like I can say that.'
What does one do in times like this? Maybe I should have watched the people around me date, Seol grumbled inwardly.
"You don't like it?" Leon asked, cautious of her expression. Seol looked at him, then at Jean. She could feel Jean checking her mood as well.
If this is a relationship with a grace period, might as well make the most of it, Seol thought with a sinking feeling in her stomach.
"No, that's okay. How about you go to pick my clothes instead?"
"Sure." Leon grinned. Jean sped up the air car. The car skidded down the road. Outside the window, the city lights quickly passed.
"Where are we going?" Seol asked Jean.
"Tower 155," Jean said simply. Seol nodded in acknowledgment.
Tower 155 was a huge shopping center on a busy street nearby. True to its name, it had 155 floors, with the first through 100th floors being retail stores.
It has a reputation that no brand didn't have a store there, and there were restaurants on the 101st through 105th floors, and surprisingly, residential space above.
'I'm about to see a huge amount of real estate,' Seol nodded to herself.
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T/N: Ei~ here's the additional weekly update. I'm gonna try to start chapter 3 part 1 tomorrow with 2 chapters of A Bug's Desire to Survive.
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