Chapter 25: Jun’s Peaceful Time

The morning sun filtered through the heavy curtains of Jun’s dorm, casting long, golden streaks across the polished mahogany floors. The air in the house was thick with the scent of freshly brewed coffee and the savory aroma of a traditional Korean breakfast. It was a quiet, relaxed atmosphere, a stark contrast to the chaotic energy that had gripped the Academy’s online forums over the last few days.

Jun sat at the head of the dining table, dressed in a simple black t-shirt and lounge pants. He looked composed and refreshed, his expression as calm as ever as he scrolled through a tablet. Beside him, Akane moved with the silent, efficient grace of a shadow. She was dressed in her pristine maid uniform, her short black hair neatly tucked behind her ears. With practiced precision, she placed a steaming plate of grilled fish, rice, and various side dishes in front of him.

As she stepped back, Jun looked up from his tablet and gestured to the empty chair beside him.

“Sit, Akane,” he said, his voice low and steady. “Eat with me.”

Akane paused, her posture remaining perfectly straight. She gave a small, polite bow, a faint, disciplined smile touching her lips. “Thank you, Jun-sama, but I cannot. I will wait for Mistress Sora to join us before I take my place. It is only proper.”

Jun shrugged, not pushing her, though he noted the unwavering loyalty in her tone. Akane didn’t just serve Sora; she existed in her orbit.

A few moments later, the sound of slow, slightly uneven footsteps echoed from the hallway. When Sora finally entered the dining room, she wasn’t the “Iron Lady” the world knew. She was wearing a silk robe that clung to her voluptuous curves, her long hair cascading down her back in a messy, sleep-tousled wave. However, as she moved toward the table, it was clear she was struggling.

Sora walked with a distinct, wobbly gait. Every step seemed to be a conscious effort, her hips swaying with a heaviness that spoke of total exhaustion. As she reached the chair and attempted to sit, a small, involuntary gasp escaped her lips. She sank into the seat with a soft groan, her face instantly flushing a deep crimson.

Even after three days, the aftermath of their first union continued to haunt her. Every time she shifted, she felt a sharp, pulsing ache in her lower back and waist. More intensely, she could still feel the deep, throbbing sensation between her thighs. Her pussy felt swollen and sensitive, as if Jun’s massive size had permanently rearranged her insides, leaving her in a state of perpetual, aching arousal.

Akane moved in instantly, her movements fluid as she served Sora her breakfast. She did so with a knowing look, her eyes glancing briefly at Sora’s strained expression.

Jun leaned back in his chair, a playful glint in his eyes as he watched Sora struggle to find a comfortable position.

“Still feeling it, Sora?” he asked, his voice carrying a hint of a tease. “It’s been three days. I thought you’d have recovered by now.”

Sora glared at him, though there was no real heat in it. She pouted, her cheeks puffing out as she leaned forward to reach for her chopsticks. “It’s your fault,” she complained, her voice a mix of a whine and a whisper. “You were far too eager. I feel like I’ve been run over by a truck. My waist is practically broken, and I… I can’t even walk properly.”

Jun let out a soft chuckle, his gaze dropping to her chest, which heaved slightly as she spoke. “Too eager? If I recall correctly, you were the one begging me not to stop. You were the one clawing at my back and asking for more, even when you were shaking.”

Sora’s face turned a vivid shade of red. She opened her mouth to argue, but the memory of her own desperation—the way she had clung to him, pleading for every inch of him to fill her—made her voice fail.

Seeing an opportunity, Akane chimed in. She didn’t look up from her tasks, but a mischievous smirk played on her lips. “It is true, Mistress. You were in a very… peculiar mood for the next two days. You had the silliest, most dazed smile on your face all day. I thought perhaps you had developed a sudden fever.”

Sora nearly choked on a piece of grilled fish. She shot a sharp look at her maid, her eyes wide with embarrassment. “Akane! That was a secret!” she hissed, though she didn’t move to stop her.

“My apologies, Mistress,” Akane replied, though her tone suggested she wasn’t sorry at all. “I simply thought the change in your disposition was… noteworthy.”

Sora huffed, leaning back and crossing her arms, though the movement caused another wince of pain to cross her face. She looked like a pouting child, a far cry from the CEO who could freeze a boardroom with a single glance.

Jun smiled, enjoying the dynamic. He liked the way Sora looked when she was stripped of her armor, but he liked it even more that Akane was beginning to open up. For the first few days, Akane had been the picture of rigid, professional distance—a silent shadow performing her duties. But as she watched Jun handle Sora with a mixture of strength and genuine care, the walls of the “perfect maid” had begun to crack.

Akane had realized that Jun wasn’t just another candidate; he was a man who could satisfy the deepest needs of her mistress. This realization had created a strange, new comfort between them. She no longer felt the need to be purely formal; instead, she felt a playful kinship with Jun. Seeing him tease Sora—and seeing Sora actually enjoy it—gave Akane the permission to step out of her role as a servant and become a partner in the mischief. Her teasing wasn’t an act of disrespect; it was a sign that she finally viewed Jun as a part of their inner circle, someone she could trust with the “real” Sora.

“Anyway,” Jun said, shifting the conversation. “What’s the plan for the next few days? My invitations have been sent out. By now, the other girls should be arriving on the island.”

Sora straightened up, her professional instincts momentarily overriding her soreness. “Yes. The arrivals have begun. Most of the elite and scholarship students are already checking into their quarters.”

“And the recordings,” Sora added, nodding. “By the end of the week, the viewing slots will open. The girls who received invitations will get to see exactly what happened in that chamber.”

Sora shivered slightly, the thought of other women watching her in such a state of total surrender making her stomach flip. But she didn’t object; it was the way of the Academy.

“We’ll have some free time in between,” Jun continued, glancing around the luxurious dorm. “The island is full of things to see. I was thinking we could go around and explore. I’ve heard the Japanese onsen resorts are quite something, and I’m curious about the Korean districts.”

Sora looked at him, her expression softening. The idea of spending more time with him—even if it meant more walking that her sore body wasn’t quite ready for—was far more appealing than returning to her corporate duties.

“I suppose… that wouldn’t be the worst thing,” Sora murmured, a small, genuine smile finally appearing on her lips.

Akane watched the two of them, her own heart fluttering slightly. She had spent her whole life protecting Sora, but seeing the way Jun looked at her mistress—and the way Sora looked back—made Akane realize that she wanted to be a part of that world, too.