CHAPTER 46: 46. A SENSEI

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"Who the fuck is it?" Yuki’s gravelly voice barked from inside.

"It’s me," Shin replied coolly from the other side.

"What? Here for another round?" she scoffed. "I know my pussy’s addictive, brat, but—"

The door creaked open mid-sentence as Shin pushed inside without a second thought. She really had been "cleaning"—more like removing empty liquor bottles and straightening the sheets. The floor still looked like a crime scene. From inside the bathroom came the splash of water.

Yuki growled. "Who the fuck said you could come in?"

He ignored her. Of course he did.

Through the slightly ajar bathroom door, Shin caught a glimpse of her and peeked through. She was hunched over the tub, washing. A wire was strung across the bathroom with panties of every color and style hanging to dry. At least ten pairs. Or more.

Shin raised a brow. "Who the hell owns that many pairs of panties?"

His voice echoed through the bathroom, making her snap toward the door with a death glare. "Ever heard of privacy, you nosy little shit? Not only do you barge in here uninvited, now you’re gawking at my laundry?"

Shin just shrugged. "Manners died with the world. But damn, that’s more underwear than I’ve owned in my whole life. Let me guess... they were all dirty?" His lips curled into a wicked grin. "Not surprising, really. You’re a mess. Your pussy’s always leaking like a broken faucet, huh?"

Her eye twitched. She slammed the bathroom door shut with a thud—but inside, her heart was pounding, a blush creeping across her cheeks.

Ever since Shin passed out two days ago, she couldn’t stop replaying the memory of him fucking her like an animal, slapping her ass like she was a cheap whore. Just thinking about it soaked her through. She’d fingered herself more times than she could count. Every time she changed panties, she ended up wetting the next. She’d even considered hiring a male NPC from the pleasure hub... but none of them would fuck her the way he did. They’d only leave her frustrated and unsatisfied. So, she ended up not hiring any.

Only Shin. Only his thick cock. Only his wide hand landing hard on her ass could make her feel the satisfaction she’s been craving for.

She exhaled deeply. Then inhaled, trying to calm her nerves.

No. I’ve gotta control myself.

When she finally emerged, wrapped in a towel, Shin was lounging casually on her bed. Beside him sat Ayaka, legs dangling, eyes wide and uneasy. The girl wore a pink long-sleeved tee, peach skirt, and clean white sneakers—but her face twisted in dread the second she locked eyes with Yuki.

Well, at least the presence of a kid killed her arousal.

"Done?" Shin asked dryly.

"None of your damn business. What do you want?" she snapped.

"Not much. Just need you to handle Ayaka for a while. She needs training."

Yuki scowled, placing her hands on her hips. "What the fuck? Do I look like some glorified babysitter to you?"

Ayaka flinched at her tone, clutching Shin’s sleeve tightly.

"I’m not asking, Yuki. I’m telling you," Shin growled, eyes narrowing.

That tone again. That edge of authority. Goddamn it turned her on.

For the few moments Shin had spent with her, he had studied her to know her personality and her kinks. Especially after the day they fucked. She responded better to commands than requests. That’s just how she is.

Yuki gritted her teeth. Babysitting a brat felt like a drag. She wasn’t about to waste time on a kid who could die at any moment. Too weak. Easy kill.

Still, she sighed. "You better pay me good for that."

Shin smirked. "Anything you want."

"All night." She licked her lips, then asked what the training was about.

He gave her a quick rundown. Ayaka was Assassin Class. Just like her. That piqued some interest.

But then a deliciously wicked idea slithered into her brain. She’d train the little girl so hard she’d break—cry, quit, maybe even beg to die. She’d run straight back to Shin, terrified and shattered.

Perfect.

"Fine," Yuki said with a grin. "I’ll take the brat."

Ayaka trembled. The look in Yuki’s eyes wasn’t reassuring.

That’s when Lilian burst into the room, breathless. She’d checked Shin’s room, hadn’t found him, and guessed right that he’d be here.

"M-Master!"

Shin raised an eyebrow. "Where’s the food?"

"No food!" she gasped, bending over with her hands on her knees.

Shin frowned. "What do you mean, no food?"

"Everywhere’s empty! No food anywhere. People are freaking out!"

Suddenly, system notifications flashed in everyone’s view:

[Notice: Food and water in Low-Tier Safezones will be scarce starting today. Limited portions only. Some players will not receive rations.]

Yuki snarled. "What kind of sick joke is this? So much for the ’luxury’ they promised in these safezones."

Another notification followed.

[For a luxurious life with unlimited rations and comfort, move to the Middle-Tier Safezone.] [Gates are now open.] [Requirements to enter the gates: 10,000 coins and Level 5 or above.]

"Ten thousand?" Shin muttered. "Fucking hell..."

He checked his balance. Not even close. And with the daily 200-coin tax? Even if he scraped together ten thousand, he’d be broke within days in the next tier.

But hunger was the real killer. He’d already gone two days without eating when he was unconscious.

"This is bad..."

Yuki smirked. "Well... I guess it’s time for me to get the fuck out of here. Not dying of starvation for some dumb kid."

She had more than enough coins. She could go now.

But Shin grabbed her wrist, eyes hard.

"You’re a Sensei now, Yuki. And a Sensei doesn’t abandon her student."

She raised a brow.

"I’m not stopping you. But take Ayaka with you. She’s got the coins, but she’s only level 4. Train her. Get her to five. Then you both go."

"Huh? How the hell is that my problem?"

"That was an order." His voice dropped low. "Do it, and I’ll reward you before you go. Another all-nighter. Sound good?"

Yuki took a slow breath. Damn him.

"Fine! Whatever! Leave the damn brat to me!"

Ayaka gulped.

TBC.