Seira is slightly OC, mainly in that she is more amorous and possesses hidden sexual frustration. She also talks quite a bit more. This is set during a period of time after the battle against the 12th elder and Frankenstein telling the RK-4 about his Master's illness as well as there oath to protect him but before the appearance of M-24. SeiraxShinwoo is the only hinted at possible couple in Noblesse, yet there isn't any pairing stories for them or many Noblesse stories in general so I've decided to rectify that. This is mostly smut with a little bit of plot and humor, (of course).

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The assorted scents, of car exhaust, food, asphalt and 2,000,000 humans living in close proximately mixed to form a scent that was unique to cities. A strong, bitter, chilling wind, amplified by the man-made wind tunnels carried this scent throughout Seoul, and made a late summer day feel like late autumn. With sunset an hour away, the fading light shone down on a group of figures standing in the middle of an alley.

Seira J. Loyard sighed, placing the grocery bag she carried in one hand down on the ground. The reason for her dismay was clear: five men in hooded sweatshirts blocking her path. Apparently, using this alleyway as a shortcut back to Frankenstein's house from the grocery store had not been very wise. As soon as she'd reached the middle, those men had stepped out from the shadows at the other end of the alley.

She wasn't scared; after all, she was the Loyard Clan Leader and thus defeating any number of ordinary humans was trivial. In fact, that was her main problem. She'd only had 17 years to get used to her full powers gained after undergoing her coming of age ceremony. She honestly didn't know if she'd have enough control over her strength to defeat these thugs without inflicting severe injuries on them and Nobles had a duty to avoid harming ordinary humans regardless of their actions.

The men appeared to be all part of the same gang; each one had on a dark purple hoodie with a skull and bones insignia. They all appeared to defer to the man standing the furtherest forward, so he must be their leader. The guy was only as tall as herself overall and half a head shorter than any of the men behind him. He was still quite imposing however, due to the fact that his entire physique bulged with muscles; His arms had the width of some people's thighs. A long, course mane of black hair spilled over his head on all sides with strands dangling in front of his eyes.

The man's right arm was extended, blatantly barring her way.

"Where are you going, doll?" He leered.

"Please let me pass."

"Oh, look at her being so polite 'please let me pass!'" A second person mimicked poorly, coming forward and placing a hand on her shoulder. "I don't think so, girl. Or at least not until you do a few things for us." His mouth, just visible from within his hood, curled into a smirk.

Seira wrinkling her nose in disgust at his smell and at his words. Resignedly, she decided that she'd have to use mind control against them. Her eyes flashed red and the man dropped his arm and stepped back, unnerved. The Noble's concentration was broken before she could complete her mind control however, by a voice speaking up from behind her.

"Are you these guys bothering Seira?"

The voice itself was familiar and immediately recognizable, although the tone was harsher than she'd ever heard it. Despite that, Seira's heart still fluttered as it did whenever she heard that voice. She turned around, and sure enough, there stood Han Shinwoo, his red hair askew as alway; the omnipresent bandage on his nose. His narrow, angular, and normally cheerful face was frowning at the moment; his blue eyes were hard.

"You know this beautiful creature?" The leader of the men asked. "Well buzz off, we've got dibs first!"

Siera's deadpan expression never changed as she stared at Shinwoo; demeaning and dismissive words from such inelegant and weak people as these men weren't worth getting upset about. Shinwoo didn't take it so calmly. His face darkening, he placed his bag on the ground and advanced.

"It seems like I'm going to have to teach you some manners, Ajussi." He drew in a deep breath, his body becoming still. "Seira, get back."

She complied.

One of the men let out a loud snort of derision. "You think you can fight us all, boy!? You're really out of your lea—"

Shinwoo shot forward, his body almost a blur, and drilled his fist up into the guy's left kidney; he dropped like a stone.

With a cry of rage, another guy swung a massive haymaker at Shinwoo; he ducked and shifted to the side. He pivoted on his left foot, the twist of his body allowed him to throw a tremendous roundhouse kick into the guy's ribs; Seira could hear several of them crack. The man collapsed, whimpering in pain as he grasped his injured side.

A third man rushed towards his seemingly vulnerable back. Seira was about to cry out a warning when Shinwoo spun. Shinwoo tilted his head so that the guy's right hook only brushed and slid off his right cheek, and threw a series of jabs into the guy's gut. The man doubled over, gasping, as the wind was knocked out of him and Shinwoo followed up his punches with an elbow strike to the right temple; he dropped as well.

Shinwoo's arm snapped up suddenly and twisted over his head, blocking the fourth man's strike with a metal pipe that he'd picked up from the ground. Shinwoo winced in pain as the pipe slammed into his arm, but the bone, toughed through years of impacts, thankfully held. He turned and shot in, his arm sliding along the pipe and the man's arm, shaving his arm, through application of friction and pressure, keeping his arm and, through extension the pipe, locked in place.

His foot snapped out into and, with the momentum of his entire body, drove the sole of his foot into the guy's stomach. Then, with a twist of his own stomach, Shinwoo slammed his fist into the guy's cheek; his eyes rolled up in his head and he went down.

Shinwoo pivoted again to face his last opponent. This man, the leader, was up on the balls of his feet and his hands were up in front of his chest, guarding his head and centerline. He didn't appear very phased by Shinwoo's dispatching of his four compatriots.

This guy was not like the others, Shinwoo decided, eying him warily. He'd need to get serious.

He flowed across the ground towards his opponent, and threw an experimental jab, intending to open up his defenses. The man didn't take the bait,knocking it aside with a slight movement of his left arm without dropping his guard. The man's response to his probe was to throw two punches in quick succession. A left jab and then a right cross. Shinwoo moved his head out of the way of the first, and blocked the second; the man flipped his right hand up after it connected with Shinwoo's arm. This unexpected movement drew Shinwoo's eyes towards it for a split second, just as intended. Taking advantage of that moment of distraction, the guy twisted his hips and caught Shinwoo underneath the floating rib with a left hook.

Shinwoo's mind when hazy for an instant as a searing agony flared in his right side. His opponent had gotten a solid strike on his liver and the pain was excruciating. Years of training however, allowed him to push past the pain and see the mistake the man had made. His enemy hadn't bothered to bring his hands back up into a guard, assuming that his fight was over given his successful shot to Shinwoo's liver. He'd assumed wrongly.

Shinwoo pretended to fall forward, as though beaten, and as he did so, he moved his left leg forward, stealing the man's base, his upper body masking the movement. Then he exploded up and forwards, his arms filing inward along those of his opponent. The man's eye's widened as he realized what had happened, but it was too late for him to do anything. Shinwoo placed his palms, fingers splayed and slightly bent onto the man's stomach and pushed.

With his base already compromised, the sheer amount of momentum Shinwoo transferred knocked the man backwards. He slammed into the alley wall and grunted as the force of the impact drove the wind out of the man's body.

Groaning, he tried to straighten and catch his breath, but Shinwoo had no intention of giving him the opportunity to recover. Rushing forward, he slammed the sole of his left foot into the man's face, knocking him out and breaking his nose in the process.

Shinwoo stood their for a moment, panting slightly, his injured side rocking his mind with waves of pain. With some effort, he brought his legs together and his right hand formed a fist in front of his chest, his left hand coming over the top of his right. He bowed.

"Thank you for the fight, Ajussis." He said softly, but not so softly that Seira couldn't hear him.

Her checks flushed slightly and her heart beat faster as she heard his words and observed his actions. No matter what Regis thought, Shinwoo possessed a great deal of elegance.

Holding his side, Shinwoo turned to look at Seira.

"Are you okay?" Despite his obvious pain, his face was full only of concern for her.

Seira brushed back several locks of her waist-length white hair that had fallen forward into her face.

"Yes. Are you? You look like you're in a lot of pain."

"It's not anything to worry about." He forced himself to smile. "I've been hurt plenty worse than this before. It'll pass."

She reached down and picked up his bag, then straightened and handed it to him.

"Thanks." Shinwoo said. Then he blushed heavily, shocked, as Seira smiled back, just like she had when she'd told him after he was moping about his difficult love life, 'We can't help who we are attracted to.'

She stepped forward and locked eyes with him, her warm red ones transfixed his widening blue ones. Still maintaining eye contact, she leaned in, titling her head to the left a bit and lightly kissed him upon the lips; Shinwoo's mind went blank and he blushed even more.

Drawing back, Seira turned, picked up the bag of groceries, and walked away without another word.

Shinwoo stared after her, stunned, not quite comprehending what had just happened. He didn't even notice his injured side anymore.

What just …? He was confounded by this turn of events. Seira had . . . kissed him? He could still feel her on his lips; they felt warm and tingled. Every single, straight guy in the school has a crush on her and would go out with her in a heartbeat and she was interested in him? Why?

He puzzled this over for a long moment and then decided he'd have to ask her tomorrow after school, when they went over to Principle Lee's house. He started walking out of the alley. Then one of the men he'd beaten, spoke up; he'd apparently regained consciousness.

"No fair—" The man groaned. "You're so strong and you get such a beautiful girl?"

"Shut up." Shinwoo replied, irritated. His foot lashed out, returning the man to the land of dreams.

The next day they'd all gathered at Frankenstein's (aka Principle Lee (to the children)) house, as they did at least twice a week, to his extreme annoyance and to the amusement of Frankenstein's master, Cadis Etrama Di Raziel.

Seira had cooked Ramen because that was what Raziel-Nim had wanted her to cook; it was what he always wanted. Tao and Takeo played with the children as Regis sat stiffly on the couch, looking on with disapproval at the mess Ikhan, Yoona, and Sui were making as they ate and played their board game; the inelegant way they ate irritated him. M-21 just sat on a chair and glared at everyone with a harsh expression that everyone had learned to ignore, while Yoona made occasional calves eyes at him.

Frankenstein stood next to his master, who was reclining in a chair with an indulgent smile on his face, while drinking, with immense elegance; a cup of tea. Frankenstein flinched with every crumb and noodle that hit the table or the floor.

He soon noticed something unexpected. Shinwoo, unlike in previous visits, when he was the troublemaker-in-chief and made more mess then all the rest, was extremely subdued. Shinwoo was staring at the table, unengaged in everyone else's conversations and, to Frankenstein's absolute astonishment, eating his ramen neatly.

Regis noticed this as well.

"Han Shinwoo, I'm impressed. You've finally decided to eat elegantly and stop making messes."

He was so one sided, the other students thought. They'd noted Shinwoo's strange behavior, but they'd assumed that it was because he was tired due to having stayed up all night playing video games as he was wont to do.

Shinwoo waved a hand in absentminded acknowledgement and Regis stared at him, nonplussed by his indifferent reaction.

Eventually, somewhat to Frankenstein's relief, the kids had to leave, so they gathered up their things and headed out the door. Shinwoo paused in the hallway in front of the door to the outside.

"Aren't you coming, Shinwoo?" Ikhan asked, holding it open for him.

"Nah. I just remembered there was something I needed to ask Seira. I'll see you tomorrow."

Ikhan looked at him strangely for the moment before nodding. "Okay then, see you tomorrow."

Then he dashed off, up the street, the door swinging shut with a bang behind him, which caused Frankenstein to wince; trying to catch up with Sui and Yoona who already left the building.

Shinwoo surveyed the room as he reentered. Regis was wiping down the table with a sponge, deftly catching every crumb that he knocked off with a paper towel. Seira, who'd brought most of the dishes over to the sink, had, because she'd cooked as well, sank down on the couch, and was now sipping a cup of tea. Looking absurd in their pink aprons and pink gloves and sporting dour expressions, Takeo and M-21 were engaged in washing the dishes. Frankenstein stood in the center of the kitchen, supervising it all with a stern look on his face. Rai hadn't moved from his chair; he sat there, still sipping his tea, that same contented look on his inhumanly handsome face.

Shinwoo quietly walked over to where Seira sat. She turned her head up to look at him.

"I was wondering if we could talk," Shinwoo began awkwardly. "About … what happened last night?"

Seira nodded, brushed her hair back, stood up after placing her cup of tea down on its saucer, and motioned for him to follow her. They walked over to the base of the stairs to the second floor, giving them a little space from the other occupants of house even though they were still in their line of sight. Regis paused in his work, staring at them curiously.

"What happened last night?" Shinwoo asked. Hastily he added, "I know what happened … but why?"

Seira looked at him for such a long moment he began to think that she might regret what had happened. When at last she spoke, her voice sent shivers up Shinwoo's spine.

"I thought I told you some time ago that we can't help who we are attracted to." Then she leaned in and kissed him again.

Takeo and M-21's eyes widened in shock and Tao let out a loud cheer; the other two stared at him in disapproval. Regis's mouth dropped open and he let go of the plate he was holding; it hit the carpet but didn't break. Frankenstein didn't show much of a visible reaction to the kiss, but true to form, when he heard the plate hit the floor, he let off a malevolent aura and whipped around; his baleful glare impelled a still dumbfounded Regis to pick up the plate immediately. Rai displayed no visible reaction.

Shinwoo, though almost as surprised as he'd been the previous time, leaned in after a moment, luxuriating in the wonderful feeling of her soft lips pressed against his. It was half a minute before they broke away.

Seira stared warmly into his eyes; after a moment of silence, Shinwoo, breathing a bit more heavily, blurted out the first words that came into his head.

"Do … you want to go out to dinner with me tomorrow!?"

The period of silence that followed as Seira contemplated his request was so long that Shinwoo began to fear she'd reject him. Then she smiled, which caused Shinwoo to flush yet again, and nodded.

"Uh … GREAT!" The last word was so loud that Frankenstein winced. Even Shinwoo noticed how loud he was being; his next words were in a much more subdued tone of voice. "Is 5 o'clock a good time for me to come around?"

She nodded again and then she turned and gracefully departed up the stairs in a swirl of white hair and light blue cloth. Almost immediately, Regis, having finally recovered from his shock, rushed up the stairs after her. There was a long silence, Tao was the first to break it.

"So," he called cheerfully to Shinwoo, face full of glee. "When did it happen? You're moving up in the world, you sl—"

He broke off with a grunt as Takeo drove his elbow into his gut. Tao gasped for the air, dropping to his hands and knees.

"Don't mind him," Takeo said to Shinwoo, smiling. "You just go have fun." Shinwoo smiled back uncertainly and then walked out.

Upstairs, Regis confronted his Noble companion.

"Seira, what do you think you're doing?"

"What do you mean?" Seira asked.

"You know . . . " Regis sputtered. "Kissing Han Shinwoo! You're the Loyard Clan Leader! It isn't appropriate for you to have a relationship with a human!"

"Have you appointed yourself as the advisor for my love life?" Seira asked, somewhat amused. "First Rael and now this."

"Both are wrong for you!" Regis sputtered again, his face indignant.

"Be at ease, Regis." A voice said from behind them.

They whipped around and then bowed when they saw that it was the Noblesse. He'd walked up so quietly that they hadn't sensed him coming.

"There is nothing wrong with a relationship between a Noble and a Human. The heart wants what the heart wants and no amount of reason will sway it."

Regis stared at Rai, his mouth agape. The Noblesse was so wise, he thought with awe, his eyes almost shining.

Behind all them, around a corner, Frankenstein lurked, having followed his master upstairs, but decided not to go with him to talk to the young Nobles.

Relationship advice from someone who indisputably held the title of world's greatest shut-in? Frankenstein had to smother his laughter.

The next day after school, at around five, Shinwoo showed up alone at Principle Lee's house. He'd convinced the others to go to the PC bang instead of the Principle's house and then steered the planning so that none of the others came around afterwards. He didn't want them to know in case the date went poorly.

He'd then gone home and carefully gotten cleaned up: wrestling his unruly hair into a semblance of order after a shower, and changing out of his school uniform into some nice, but casual clothing, that he'd pressed and ironed until they were smooth.

He pressed the buzzer after a slight hesitation. He fidgeted anxiously, shifting his weight back and forth, as he waited. Frankenstein opened the door after a moment.

"Ah Shinwoo, early and not looking like you slept in your clothes for once? Pedro would be so surprised."

His slightly sardonic comment floated right over the top of a nervous Shinwoo's head. "Thanks. Is Seira there?"

"She's just finishing something up, she'll be right down. Why don't you come in and sit down while you wait?"

"Okay."

As Shinwoo passed through the doorway, Frankenstein slipped him a note. He unfolded the note as he walked over to the couch and read it; it was only a single sentence, 'She likes compliments.'

He folded the note back up as he dropped down on the couch, careful not to rumple his clothes. He noted that while M-21 and Takeo were lazing about the room, the third member of the trio was missing.

"Where's the other ajussi?"

"Tao's is . . . working on a project for Principle Lee." M-21 replied after glancing furtively at Takeo.

Two soundproof floors below, in a metal closet, tied up with a special rope, which Frankenstein had invented, Tao rocked back and forth furiously, trying to get free. Takeo and M-21 had tied him up so that he wouldn't accidentally mess up Seira and Shinwoo's date.

"Can I ask you for some advice?" Shinwoo addressed Takeo and M-21.

"Sure."

"You live with Seira, do you have any tips? Like what she likes and dislikes, anything I should do, anything I shouldn't do; that sort of thing?"

Tao and Takeo flinched, all they could think about was Seira vertically bisecting Taze, the recently-deceased caption of Cerberus, with her Death Scythe.

"Don't get her mad," Takeo said.

"Yeah," M-21 hastily concurred.

Shinwoo didn't know what to make of this seemingly obvious advice; so he just stared at them. Seira spared them further awkward conversation by descending the stairs a moment later. Shinwoo's breath caught in his throat when he saw her.

She'd changed out of her school uniform just like him. In its place was a light gray skirt, ending at her lower thighs and showing off her long, sinewy legs, and a black long sleeve v-neck collared shirt with gold trim; the collar upturned. The v-neck revealed part of her collarbones and then angled down to a point on the sternum just above the tops of her breasts. The outfit hugged her body, showing off every toned muscle; the dark shaded clothing contrasted perfectly with her silver hair and creamy-white skin. Shinwoo almost drooled at the sight, and a single bead of sweat rolled down his face. On her feet, accentuating the length of her legs were black, three-centimeter high, slender, platform shoes.

"Seira . . . you look . . . great."

She rewarded the compliment with another of those previously rare smiles and just like always, Shinwoo flushed scarlet.

"Shall we go?" Shinwoo asked.

"Yes."

As they stepped out the door Takeo called out, "Good luck, Han Shinwoo."

Shinwoo reddened again.

Frankenstein came back in as the door closed and noted with relief that nothing bad seemed to have happened to the house.

This was a first; one of the children had came over and left no mess. Then he saw the scuff marks Shinwoo had left on one of the floor tiles in front of the door. Tao and Takeo flinched as a dark and depressing aura began emitting from Frankenstein.

Seira and Shinwoo walked at a leisurely pace down the road. As they turned left onto a more busy street, Shinwoo, with a burst of courage, threaded his arm around Seira's. She didn't pull back as he'd feared she would, instead she slid her arm down until she clasped his hand.

And so they walked, hand in hand, as all around them the world came to a standstill as they passed. People would always stare at Regis, Seira, and above all else, Rai, near or even at the school where people saw them a lot. In this section of town, where they were unknown, people were freezing in their tracks to stare at this otherworldly, gorgeous, white haired girl.

And everyone, male or female, who was able to tear their eyes away from Seira stared at Shinwoo, the boy who held that astonishingly beautiful girl's hand, thinking only one thought: what a lucky bastard.

Shinwoo guided Seira to the noodle place he'd chosen, Song Jook Heon, it was a walk that took twenty minutes, and he enjoyed every people-gapping, Seira's hand in his, second of it.

They stepped underneath the royal-blue overhang that extended out from the door of the restaurant. As Shinwoo pushed open the door to the eatery, holding it for Seira, a bell rang. The Maître De, turned to welcome them and then stopped, his mouth open and poised to speak as he caught sight of Seira.

"How can . . . um . . . I . . . uh . . . help you?"

"A table for two." Shinwoo said confidently.

"Um . . . sure." The Maître De looked like he was about to faint. He scooped up two menus and then led the couple to a corner table. Once there, his hand shot out and hooked a waiter; he reeled him in.

"This is . . . uh . . ."

"Kim Ji-Wook," the man supplied.

"The Maître De shot him a grateful look.

"Yeah . . . he'll be your waiter today."

The Maître De handed the menus to them and then hurried away, his face red; he looked like he needed to take a bath in cold water.

"Hi, I'm Shinwoo."

"My name is Seira."

Seira's presence effected this man as well, he blushed when she spoke to him, but he at least was able to maintain a cool head and get out coherent sentences.

"You'll need time to look over menu before you order, but are there any drinks you want me to get you?"

"I'll just have water." Shinwoo glanced at Seira and she nodded. "Oh, and water for her as well."

"Okay," the waiter said, straightening with alacrity and leaving them to peruse their menus.

"Hey look, they have ramen on the menu!" Shinwoo said; then he shuddered. He grimaced when he spoke next. "Rai is really rubbing off on me, I've already had it three times this week, and I still actually considered buying it for a moment."

Seira decided it would be disrespectful and inelegant to comment on Tthe Noblesse's ramen fixation even if he wasn't around.

She ended up ordering Jajangmyun, a black-bean noodle dish. Shinwoo eventually choose Mul Naengmyoen, a cold noodle dish made up thin buckwheat noodles and topped with egg, meat, and vegetables, in a savory, ice-cold, vinegary broth.

As they waited for their meal to arrive, Shinwoo frowned as a thought struck him. "Seira."

"Yes?" She looked at him with her head cocked slightly, a gleam of curiosity in her crimson eyes.

"You know a lot about me, but I just realized that I really don't know much about you. I know you're not from this country, so where are you from?"

She thought about it for a moment and decided that telling him 80% of the truth wouldn't endanger him.

"I'm from a small island in the southern part of the Gulf of Mexico, a hundred kilometers southwest of Bermuda. An island called Lukedonia."

"Wait, so right near America?"

"Yes."

"That's really far away. What made you come all the way out to South Korea?"

"My dad, who's a prince of the country, is friends with Principle Lee. He wanted me to get more experience with the world, so he sent me to stay with the Director and go to school in Korea."

"What about Regis? Is he your brother?"

"No, just the son of another friend of my dad's. He sent Regis to Korea along with me because he wanted him to get a similar experience to me and also so he'd grow into his own; I'm his elder so I've been tasked with looking after him."

"Oh. Can I ask another question?"

"Sure."

"Where did you learn how to cook so well? Did your mother teach you?"

It was a moment before Seira was able to answer; the situation with her mother was complicated. She decided on a half-truth, which touched on enough of the truth to tinge her words with emotion.

"My mother left when I was very young, before I was even old enough to have memories of. Principle Lee is the one who taught me how to cook."

The happy expression on Shinwoo's face faded away, replaced by one of compassion.

"I'm sorry to hear that. My dad —he's deployed at the moment—also raised me on his own. My mother died when I was six so I don't have very many memories of her, but I always remember her as a very nice woman."

They linked their eyes and the mixture of affection, sympathy, and sadness that each saw in the other's gaze, filled their hearts with warmth. Their eye contact lasted for a long moment; their waiter was the one who broke it as he brought the food.

Seira broke her chopsticks and Shinwoo followed suit. He was about to violently assail his food as he usually did, when he observed Seira deftly twirl a dozen noodles around the utensils and deposit them in her mouth without getting a single drop of broth or vegetables on the table or on herself.

It was kinda funny Literal hours upon hours of Regis's scoldings hadn't made him as self-conscious as one moment of observing Seira eat. Feeling embarrassed about his usual habits, he straightened, placed his napkin on his lap and began eating almost as daintily as she was.

The food was stellar; the noodles were just the right texture, and the chef had cooked them for the perfect amount of time. The broth for Seira's noodle dish was glacial cold, but incredibly savory the intense spices mixing with vinegar tang of the base. The vegetables in each of their dishes were perfectly seasoned; the beans in Seira's dish were particularly fine.

They ate with relish, pausing only every once and a while to offer the other a bit of their dish they found to be exceptional. In no time at all, they'd polished off the entire meal.

"Hey, looks like you enjoyed that," Kim said, stopping at their table upon seeing their empty plates.

"Yes, it was wonderful," Seira replied.

Kim blushed.

"I'll convey your compliments to the chef. Do want to order some dessert or should I bring the check?"

She looked to Shinwoo.

"Of course we'll get dessert," he replied eagerly, still hungry despite the large meal. Seira nodded in assent.

"Okay dessert is a different dish each day. Today we've a western theme going so the desert is raspberry cheesecake."

"We'll have a piece to share." Seira said, speaking up before Shinwoo could, she loved cheesecake; Frankenstein had introduced it to her two months ago, and raspberries were one of her favorite fruits.

Five minutes later the Kim brought back a plate with a large slice of cheesecake, dripped over with raspberry sauce and with two forks stuck in the top, on it and decorated with little raspberries studded around the edges.

Seira's hand snapped out for a fork the instant Kim had put the plate down and walked away. Before Shinwoo had even gotten his own fork, she'd already taken a forkful of the cake.

As she placed the cake in her mouth and careful chewed, her face twisted into an expression of pleasure. Shinwoo could only watch in astonishment as she devoured the cheesecake, as a large group of piranhas would devour a cow if you starved them for a week beforehand. Later on, he never could remember exactly how much of the slice he had, he just knew it was a small fraction of what she had.

It seemed Seira shared more of his traits than Shinwoo had thought.

There was still a difference between them however, even with this unexpected convergence of their eating habits: despite her fervent noshing, Seira still made absolutely no mess. Thus, when the desert was finished, there was not a single crumb on her side of the table; this was unlike Shinwoo's side, where in some places crumbs and bare table top were evenly distributed.

Kim passing by their table at that moment, stopped. "You finished that quickly."

"Apparently she really likes cheesecake," Shinwoo replied. Seira actually looked a bit sheepish at that.

The waiter chuckled softly. "After I take this new table's order down, I'll get you two the check. It should only be a few minutes."

As quick as he said he would, Kim brought the check. Shinwoo paid with the some of the money his father gave him as an allowance each month and they left, hand in hand once more.

At first, Shinwoo attributed the strange feeling he had in his stomach to him still being hungry. The feeling kept growing worse and worse however, and after a few blocks his he realized that he wasn't suffering from hunger pangs. A burning sensation began in his gut and quickly intensified and he faltered in his stride, his face twisting with pain.

Seira noticed and stopped walking as well.

"Are you okay?" She inquired, turning on the sidewalk to look at him head on, her face becoming full of concern as she noted his pallor and the grimace on his face.

He opened his mouth to say, "Yes" but his stomach churned and he violently expelled its contents onto the ground instead; Seira didn't even flinch as vomit splattered her shoes.

Shinwoo stumbled backwards a few steps, his head swimming, then his eyes closed and his mind went dark as he passed out; Seira darted forward and caught him before he could hit the pavement. As she held him in her arms, she noted with alarm that his pulse was thready and weak and his forehead hot to the touch. She needed to bring him to Frankenstein as soon as possible, she decided; given his extensive medical knowledge, he'd know what to do.

Her red eyes flashed as she unleashed her aura and used her mind control abilities to make sure that none of the people around them would remember what happened next. Cradling Shinwoo in her arms, Seira leapt from the ground to the roof of a twenty-five story building in a single bound.

Not wasting any time, she began rooftop hopping, making her way back to Frankenstein's house. Five minutes later, she leapt down onto the roof of it and from there, dropped the two stories distance to the ground. She landed lightly on the walkway that led to the front door. Thankfully, there was nobody around to witness the sight of a white-haired girl dropping twenty stories in as many seconds and seemingly landing without trouble or injury on a concrete path, all the while carrying an unconscious teenage boy.

She pressed the buzzer hard and waited impatiently, concurrently staring at Shinwoo's shallow breathing and tapping her foot. The minute or so before Frankenstein opened the door felt like a hundred years.

"Ah," Frankenstein exclaimed. "How was the …" He broke off, as he took in Seira's concerned expression and Shinwoo's unconscious form in her arms. He hurriedly motioned for her to come in. The instant he'd shut the door behind them, Frankenstein spoke, his voice rapid and demanding. "What happened?"

"We went out to eat and as we were walking back, he stumbled, threw up, and passed out; his pulse is really erratic as well and he has a fever."

Frankenstein gestured for Seira to lay Shinwoo down on the couch. After she'd done so, he studied him for about thirty seconds.

"Was this change in condition sudden? Or was he showing symptoms before?"

"Very sudden. He seemed fine when we left the restaurant and then he rapidly deteriorated."

"Hmm." Frankenstein though for moment.

"What did you have to eat? Food poisoning takes awhile to occur so I don't think it likely it will be that, but I want to rule out easy answers first."

"He ordered Mul Naengmyoen and I ordered Jajangmyun. For dessert we had—"

Frankenstein cut her off, "Did Shinwoo have any of your dish?"

"Yes."

"Then I'm pretty certain I know what's causing his illness. A week ago, I got a warning from a friend of mine to stay away from black beans. Apparently, multiple fields of a major supplier of black beans were sprinkled with some sort of pesticide, which the US Agricultural Department recently determined a week ago, bonds with the plants, becoming part of the eventual harvest; and can't be removed or neutralized with either cooking or washing. For most people, it's harmless, which is why there hasn't been much news made about the issue, but for some individuals who have a specific gene, the pesticide can be toxic. The symptoms are also pretty much immediate as the pesticide is absorbed into the bloodstream. Shinwoo's symptoms match those caused by the pesticide. You both must have eaten some of the beans that were contaminated."

"Is he … is he going to be okay?"

"I'm going to whip up a neutralizing agent for the pesticide, but from what I can see, even if I didn't, he's not in any danger of lasting harm. He hasn't had enough of it from what you told me"—Seira sighed and let out some of the tension in her muscles—"However, I do think we should put him some place a little more comfortable than the couch."

"Oh," Seira was startled so she said her next words without thinking them over first. "I'll take him to my room; he can rest there."

"Oh? Do you feel that strongly about him? Should I be worried you might do something while he's still sleeping?" Frankenstein smile was mischievous.

Seira sighed; sometimes Frankenstein could be a bit much.

"Don't get upset," Frankenstein said with a small grin, "I'm just teasing you."

She sighed again before carrying Shinwoo up to her room.

Seira's room was spartan as she had no need or desire for decorative possessions; her room consisted of simple furnishings and little else. The only luxury she possessed was the queen-sized bed in the center of the room, clad in satin sheets; she was a bit of a sensualist. The sun had already set so she flipped on a light when she entered.

Gently, she laid Shinwoo down on her bed and then pulled the covers over him up to his neck. Then she settled back in a wooden chair and crossed her legs. She sat there listening carefully to Shinwoo's breathing and heartbeat so if he took a turn for the worse, she'd know.

An hour later Frankenstein came in with the neutralization agent and injected into Shinwoo's arm. After a few minutes, there was a perceivable shift in skin color as his pallor disappeared. When Frankenstein felt his pulse, his heart rate was much more regular and his fever had disappeared.

Seeing that he was no longer needed, Frankenstein turned to Seira.

"I have some research I need to get done. He should wake up tomorrow with nothing worse than a headache, but if he starts to get worse, you come get me in the lab."

"Okay."

Frankenstein left the room and Seira went back to watching Shinwoo sleep. His rhythmic breathing was hypnotic and lulling and Seira's eyes began to droop after multiple hours of listening to it and nothing else. Around midnight, she fell asleep in her chair. An hour after that, Frankenstein came in again; he smiled at the sight of both of them sleeping peacefully. Even cuter was the fact that their breathing was in lockstep with each other, no beat frequency at all. Without waking Seira, he draped a blanket around her so she wouldn't get cold and then departed from the room as silently as he'd entered, turning the lights off as he did so.

Ikhan, Yoona, and Sui rang the buzzer the next morning before school started. They always met up with Rai, Seira, and Regis and walked with them to school. Tao answered the door.

"Morning, Hyung!" Ikhan exclaimed then faltered as he took in the glowering expression on Tao's face. Tao was still ticked about being locked in a closet for nine hours; M-21 and Takeo had forgotten about him.

None of the children knew what to make of his expression; they were used to M-21 being sullen and glaring at everyone, but Tao was always a bubbling wellspring of happiness.

"Hyung," Ikhan began again, more hesitantly this time, "Are Regis, Rai, and Seira ready?"

"We're here." Regis said from behind Tao; Rai and Frankenstein stood with him.

"Where's Seira?" Yoona asked. Then, before anyone was able to answer, she asked another question. "Shinwoo wasn't at his house, so we thought he might be here. Is he?"

"Shinwoo is here, but he's sleeping." Frankenstein replied. "He got food poisoning yesterday evening on his date with Seira. She's not going to school today so she can look after him."

"Shinwoo got food poisoning!? Is he okay… " Ikhan's outburst trailed off as he rest of what Frankenstein had said sunk in.

"Shinwoo went on a date with Seira?" Yoona and Sui exclaimed in unison.

Ikhan sighed inwardly. Some guys had all the luck.

"I take it from your reactions that Shinwoo didn't tell you he asked Miss Seira out two days ago and she said yes?" Frankenstein inquired.

All three of them shook their heads.

"Seems he's moved on from you, Yoona." Ikhan said, a faint undertone of bitterness to his words.

"Seems like it." Yoona shook her head disbelieving. "But with Seira? And she said yes, when she could get any guy she wanted?"

"Well you can ask him about that later. Right now you need to start heading towards school or you'll be late"—Frankenstein smiled—"Pedro's on gate duty today."

Yoona, Sui, and Ikhan turned and rushed up the street without another word; they didn't want to run laps. Rai and Regis followed at a much more sedate pace. Frankenstein closed the door, chuckling softly.

Whistling cheerfully, Frankenstein made himself a cup of tea and prepared to head for Ye Ran as well.

Shinwoo awoke to the sun shining into his eyes. He was in an unfamiliar room and the life was coming through a large window, which took up half of one wall. He sat up in bed and stretched his arms in the air, yawning. Seira's eyes snapped open, instantly awake and fully alert.

"Where am I?" Shinwoo thought aloud, looking around in confusion as he rubbed his eyes. "This isn't my room."

"You're right. It's mine." Seira spoke from off to his left, as she got to her feet. The blanket fell from her shoulders to the floor. She regarded it with puzzlement for a moment, as she was pretty certain that it hadn't been on her when she fell asleep, before dismissing it as unimportant.

". . . I'm in your room?"

"Yes. How much of last night do you remember?"

He thought for a moment. "Not much of it. I remember leaving the restaurant and not feeling well. Then it's a blank."

"According to Principle Lee you acquired some sort of food poisoning; you threw up and fainted and then I carried you back here." Seira sat down cross-legged on the edge of the bed, next to Shinwoo.

"Food poisoning? Huh. That's a first. I suppose it's lucky that you didn't get sick as well. "

"Yes." Seira suffered an irrational pang of guilt; even though it would've been impossible for her to know the consequences of sharing her meal, the facts remained that if she hadn't shared her meal, he wouldn't have gotten sick.

"I'm sorry I was so much trouble. It must've been difficult for you to carry me all the way back here."

"There's no need to apologize for something that you didn't choose."

"Still, it's a pretty miserable way to end our date."

Seira shook her head. "I had good time." She gave him a small smile, causing him to flush.

Shinwoo lay down again. Then he shot bolt upright, visibly trembling.

"What is it?" Seira asked, instantly concerned.

"I'm late for school! Pedro is the teacher on duty today! If I arrive this late, I'll be running laps for the rest of the day!" Shinwoo shuddered.

Seira placed a hand on his shoulder as a reassuring gesture.

"Principle Lee says you're to take the day off and rest; so there is no need to worry. Besides," she added wryly, her tone playful and jesting, "You usually just sleep in class anyway, so there's not much of a difference."

Shinwoo flushed and looked away, after a few moments, he turned back; his face said he was puzzling something over in his head.

"Wait a second … If this is your room and I slept in your bed … where did you sleep?"

"I slept in that chair over there," She pointed over her shoulder to it. "I wanted to be close by in case you got worse."

"I feel bad again," Shinwoo said after a moment, his face downcast. "You probably didn't get much sleep because you were worried and looking after me and what you did get was in a stiff, hardback chair."

"Don't worry about it. I'm just glad you're okay."

"Oh well . . ." Shinwoo scratched the back of his head as he trailed off, unsure of what to say next. He met her eyes and he felt such affection in her gaze that he couldn't help himself. He reached out and pulled her towards him; she didn't resist.

His lips met hers; their bodies melded together. Seira pushed Shinwoo onto his back and he wrapped his arms around hers; they made-out passionately for several minutes. Then their lips opened and their tongues invaded each other's mouths, beginning a fervid struggle for dominance.

The heat that developed between their pressed bodies was fantastic and every nerve of Shinwoo's body was afire. This overload of sensation had its drawbacks; namely, it got a specific part of him excited.

He felt a mixture of horror and embarrassment as his dick started to harden, pushing and then tenting his shorts; he prayed Seira didn't notice. His prayer did him no good, Seira shifted her body, and the front of her pelvis pressed against his now fully erect cock. She froze and he felt his heart stop; she couldn't possibly mistake it for anything but what it was.

Now he'd done it! Shinwoo berated himself. She was going to think he was a pervert and leave! Real smooth! He'd managed to ruin everything before it'd even begun!

Seira pulled away and sat up, looking down at him. Was that a glint of lust in her eye? He dismissed that ridiculous thought immediately. He must be imagining things. And look, he was right! He really had fucked things up. She'd pulled back and now she was leaving!

Seira slid gracefully, and effortlessly off the bed and onto her feet and, without another glance at Shinwoo, walked to the door. Shinwoo wanted to cry out for her to stop, that he could explain, but he couldn't get his mouth to work. His traitorous penis was already softening.

Seira paused at the door; Shinwoo watched in puzzlement as, instead of opening it and leaving, she locked it. Seira concentrated and established a telepathic connection with Frankenstein.

"Frankenstein."

It was a long moment before his extremely surprised reply came.

"Yes, Seira?"

"I need you to give Takeo, Tao, M-21, and Regis a message from me. I have something important to attend to, otherwise I would tell them it myself." She paused for a second thinking it over. "And I want you to repeat my message to Tao five times in a row, just to make sure he understands."

"What's the message?"

"Absolutely no one is to bother me or attempt to enter my room until I say otherwise. If anyone does, and the reason isn't life or death, I'm going to use them for Death Scythe practice."

There was a slight pause and then a chuckle.

"So the statement I made in the morning wasn't too far off than, except that he's awake." Seira could almost hear Frankenstein's smirk as he said that sentence. "It seems that you have something you need to get back to so I won't bug you any … oh! I almost forgot: all the bedrooms are soundproof so you can make as much noise as you like. Have a good time!" He broke the connection, leaving her as her face reddened slightly at his words.

She turned towards a now puzzled Shinwoo and walked back to him. She took a seat on her knees at the edge of the bed. Shinwoo had sat up again and Seira folded her upper torso towards him.

"We're going to have some fun now," she whispered into his ear.

Shinwoo face turned fiery red and shivers went up his spine at her husky tone. He looked into her eyes and this time it was unmistakable; there was lust in her eyes and more than just a glint.

Seira grabbed his shirt and half-pulled, half-ripped it off, creating so much friction that it actually abraded his cheeks when she pulled it over his head. He let out a startled yelp at this unexpected motion, a yelp that she abruptly cut off by shoving him onto his back and pressing her lips against his. She lay across him pinning his torso with hers.

Her hands roamed his chest and back, feeling his abs and tracing his spine; her fingers inflamed everyplace they touched, sending signals of bliss to Shinwoo's brain. He winced slightly though as her fingers passed over the ugly purple and black bruise on his right side. She noticed his discomfort and frowned slightly, sliding off his torso. As they both sat up, she looked down at the orange-sized contusion beneath his rib cage.

"Was this where that guy struck you?"

"Yeah."

"Did I hurt you just now?"

"Nah, just a bit of sting. It hurt a lot when I got it, but most of the pain is gone now."

Seira stared at him intently enough that he blushed. "I'm really grateful for you protecting me like that."

"It was no—"

She cut him off by pressing her lips to his once more. When she broke the kiss, she whispered in his ear again. "I want you to feel how grateful I am."

Shinwoo shivered again. He decided that it was her turn to take something off.

Daringly, he reached out and pulled her shirt off before a surprised Seira had a chance to say anything, tossing it carelessly to the side.

He stared at her newly revealed chest, especially at her breasts, which only a black sports-bra covered, and through which her semi-hard nipples poked. He looked up at Seira, the same glint of lust in her eyes now in his.

"Seems like someone's a bit impatient," Seira laughed softly.

"It's only fair if I'm topless that you are as well," he said, breathing slightly more heavily.

"Well in that case, my chest isn't completely bereft of clothes yet. Think you can manage it? Or do you need help?"

Shinwoo swallowed, his mouth feeling dry, but he managed to get out an answer. "I can do it."

He sat up and reached his arms behind her, slowly messaging his way up Seira's bare back, eventually reaching her bra strap. His hands fumbled with clasp for a second, but eventually it popped open with a click. He flung her bra away and stared at her fully revealed bust.

Creamy-white and perfectly round, her breasts hung there with no sag at all. Each breast was slightly larger then what he could grasp with one hand. Her areola's were a dull red and the size of pennies. Her nipples had completely hardened from the colder air

He stared until Seira chuckled.

"You can touch them if you want. Or are you just intending to stare at my breasts all day?"

Shinwoo snapped out of his daze at her words; after a moment's hesitation, he tentatively reached out with his left hand, grabbing her right breast. Seira let out a small coo of pleasure as he started to play with it, molding it in his hand. Encouraged he grasped her left breast with his other hand. As he played with her breasts, he leaned in and kissed her again, their tongues intertwining.

Shinwoo removed his lips from her mouth and began kissing her all over: pressing his lips against the sides of her neck, her shoulders, and her collarbone, sending shivers of delight up Seira's spine, as he gradually made his way down to her breasts.

He removed his left hand and leaned in; Seira's eyes widened. He kissed the top of her breast, making his way to the center, and then lightly seized her nipple with his teeth; Seira moaned.

The sounds of her pleasure was an aphrodisiac to Shinwoo; he had to have more. He removed his teeth from her nipple and replaced it with his tongue while he started to play with the nipple of her other breast, alternatively pinching and flicking it with his fingers.

The electricity between them built and built as he used his mouth, tongue and hands to play around with her breasts, increasing her arousal until she could no longer take it. Her face crimson with the blood flowing to it, she pushed him away.

"What's wrong?" Shinwoo demanded, surprised.

Seira didn't reply; instead, she stood up and motioned for him to sit on the edge of the bed. When he didn't immediately comply, she grew impatient and grabbed him, dragging his body over until his legs dangled over the side of the bed.

Shinwoo yelped in surprise. This quickly turned to a sigh of pleasure as Seira kissed him on neck and began working her way down his chest, dragging her tongue along his body. When she reached the top of his pelvis and his shorts, she paused, then motioned for Shinwoo to take them off; his dick was now fully hard and tenting his shorts.

Again, he didn't immediately comply, and once again, Seira took matters into her own hands. She yanked both his shorts and his boxers down in one motion, then carelessly tossed them behind her. She stared at her prize: fully erect, it throbbed in the open air, the vein bulging. She noted with appreciation that it was of a more than decent length and thickness. Shinwoo blushed when he noticed the avid lust in Seira's face as she stared at his cock.

"What are you going—" He didn't have a chance to finish his sentence, the unsaid words changing into a groan as she knelt on the ground and her warm, silky hand encircled his shaft giving it an experimental pump.

Damn did that feel good.

The young Noble began to rub the tip with her thumb and Shinwoo groaned appreciatively. When she removed her hand, he felt a pang of disappointment. Then he felt her warm breath on his cock, and then something hot and wet encircled the head.

She wasn't. He looked down and, to his utter delight, saw that she was. Seira knelt at his feet, her silver hair cascading down her back and sides and touching the floor. Her right arm hung at her side, palm on the ground; her left hand cupped his balls firmly. Her mouth surrounded the head of his dick, her tongue sliding all over the tip of his shaft.

Shinwoo moaned. "Seira, keep doing that. It feels unbelievable."

Seira opened her mouth wider, struggling to accommodate his girth, and enveloped half of his cock. Shinwoo watched in bliss as she began bobbing her head up and down on his shaft; he couldn't believe that Seira was giving him head!

He placed his hands on the back of her head to help her a bit and she responded to his light pressure by going deeper and deeper. While her mouth moved along his shaft, Seira's tongue lapped at the head of his dick sending waves of spine-tingling pleasure reverberating throughout Shinwoo's body.

He didn't want this ever to end. He'd never felt anything as wonderful as what was experiencing at that moment. Alas, all good things must come to a close and this was no exception. As his dick hit the back of Seira's mouth, he felt a tightening in his balls and realized he was close; Seira knew it too. His dick began to thicken in her mouth stretching it slightly as his body prepared to release his seed.

Seira started to play with his balls, running around them with her nails. Shinwoo gasped and his hips gave an involuntary thrust forward, forcing her head towards his hips. Seira gagged slightly as his shaft entered her throat; then her mouth pressed against his groin. The sight of his dick completely enveloped by her mouth was too much for Shinwoo. He didn't even have time to warn her before his orgasm hit.

"Fuck!" he grunted as he threw back his head, his mind going blank, white noise filling his ears; his eyes closed in pure bliss as his cum boiled up his shaft and sprayed into Seira's mouth.

Seira's eyes widened as the first shot went down her throat and she pulled back until only the head of his cock was still in her mouth, the second shot hit the back of her throat, causing her to gag again. The third, fourth, fifth, and sixth shots filled her mouth and some of his semen began to leak out around his pulsating shaft, rolling down her cheeks.

As his orgasm subsided, Shinwoo's semi-hard dick fell from Seira's mouth, the head covered in a mixture of her spit and his own seed. When he look down at her, an impish smile came over her cum streaked face. She opened her mouth, showing him the cum that was still inside. She swirled his seed around, tasting it, then closed her mouth and swallowed, opening her mouth with a sigh of satisfaction, to reveal that it was all gone. Shinwoo breath stuck in his throat for a moment; it was one of the most erotic thing he'd ever seen.

Using her fingers, Seira cleaned her face, then licked them before once again engulfing the head of his dick. She sucked on it a few times, cleaning off his cum with her tongue, before letting fall it out of her mouth. She looked up at Shinwoo, who stared at her, stunned.

"That was fun." She said, licking her lips, a brilliant smile on her face.

"Yeah," Shinwoo replied numbly, still unable to completely believe what had just happened, and coming down off his orgasmic high.

"I take it from the way you've acted this that was the first time a girl ever did anything like that to you?"

". . .Yeah, I've only had one girlfriend before this, and we only kissed."

"Well I'm truly glad I could be your first." Seira replied, her eyes full of affection,

Shinwoo smiled as a thought struck him. "Aren't you forgetting something? It's my turn now."

"Your turn for what?"

"For this."

In one continuous motion, he picked Seira up and then spun around and tossed her, on her back, onto the bed. Seira yelped, startled. Shinwoo knelt on the bed and ran his hands lightly over her thighs, causing Seira to shiver at the feeling of his colder hands on her aroused and heated body.

"Seira, you're a wonderful cook." Shinwoo said.

She blushed at the compliment, but looked slightly confused.

"And I love to eat, so I'm really appreciative of that fact, but I'm wondering something."

"What?" This seemingly random shift in subject puzzled her.

He smiled devilishly. "What do you taste like?"

He reached out and pulled her skirt down to her ankles, leaving her with only a pair of black panties on. The panties were sopping wet and as Shinwoo brought his face down, he could smell Seira's juices. He dragged his thumb over her cloth-covered slit, causing her to squirm slightly and let out a moan.

Smirking, Shinwoo slipped his fingers under the brim of her panties and pulled down. The drenched material clung to her long and shapely legs as he slid them to her ankles, then he gripped both her panties and her skirt, and flung them at roughly the same place Seira had thrown his own clothes.

Pulling her legs apart, he stared lustfully at her soaking wet snatch for a moment, before diving in headfirst, his tongue shooting into her folds. Seira gasped and her hands gripped and dug into his red hair.

Her delicious juices flowed freely from her slit and he lapped them up with vigor; they tasted sweet, like honey. Every so often, he'd flick her clit with his tongue, making her shudder. After only a minute of his ministrations, he could feel the tension begin to build in her body and Shinwoo knew that Seira was drawing closer and closer to the edge. He attacked her clit with new fervor, sucking on it relentlessly as he continued to lap up the sweet nectar that flowed from her folds.

Seira squirmed as Shinwoo intensified his oral assault, letting out her loudest moan yet. She was in ecstasy and she knew her imminent climax would be the most intense one she'd had in a long while.

Shinwoo, never faltering in his feasting, slid his left hand up her chest and pinched her nipple between his thumb and forefinger; that was enough to push her off the brink.

Seira cried out, as the waterfall of sensation beginning in her naval, spread out. Her mind went white as the wave of pleasure swept her away, washing her mind clean of all thoughts. Her back arched slightly as her body trembled and shook. Her legs clamped around Shinwoo's head and a flood of her cum inundated him; he lapped it up as best as he could, smiling as he did so.

It took a bit before her trembling subsided. Seira's arched body collapsed onto the bed and her legs sprawled to the sides. Shinwoo lifted his head up from her thighs.

He looked Seira square in the face and smiled. "Now I've returned the favor. And I'll have you know that you taste just as good as I thought you would."

"It's been quite a long time since I've felt like that, Shinwoo." Seira replied breathlessly, "I think you more than repaid the favor and now I'm in debt to you."

"I don't think that's—"

Seira cut him off, the lust in her eyes not abated one iota.

"I am in your debt and it needs to be settled." She smiled lasciviously and Shinwoo's heart beat faster, increasing blood flow everywhere. "Fortunately, I know exactly how do that."

"What?"

"There's still a few things we haven't done."

Shinwoo blushed furiously at what she was suggesting while his dick sprang to full attention; in moments, it was harder than a piece of blue steel.

"Are you sure you want to do this …?" Shinwoo asked hesitantly, while he tried not to let his renewed surge of lust, which had flooded his system, sweep him away.

Seira couldn't help but smile at how gallant Shinwoo was acting; even when a certain part of his body said he'd rather be doing the opposite.

"I'm sure." She motioned for Shinwoo to scoot forward on the bed; instead, he gripped her legs and pulled her towards him until her thighs were against the sides of his waist.

"So I just line it up and push in?" He asked, slightly unsure, blushing heavily again.

"In essence yes, but—while this isn't my first time—I haven't had sex since I came to Korea, so you're going to have to move slowly at first." This was mostly the truth except that the true length of her drought was closer to twelve years, when Rael-nim took a real interest in her after she'd came of age. The guy had scared away all three of her casual partners and terrified everyone that could've replaced them.

"Whatever you want," Shinwoo replied. Using his hand, he guided his erection to the entrance of Seira's snatch. He rubbed his cock up and down her lips to lubricate it, causing Seira to sigh softly. He began to push it in, when he stopped, as a thought struck him.

"What's wrong?" Seira inquired, seeing the look of utter consternation on Shinwoo's face.

"I don't … have … we can't …" he replied, awkwardly. "I don't have a condom and … I don't want to risk you getting pregnant."

Seira, though her feelings for him increased even more with the caution he showed, cursed in her head. She struggled to figure out some way of saying it wasn't a problem, because she couldn't mention that Nobles, such as her, could control whether or not they got pregnant. Then a fragment of conversation she'd overheard Yoona and Sui having came to her.

"You don't need to worry, I'm on the pill."

"Then I suppose we can do this," Shinwoo replied, sounding relieved. "Are you really sure you want to do this, though?"

"Yes." Seira sounded almost exasperated; by this time, she was extremely horny.

"Okay." Seira let out another sigh as Shinwoo pressed forward with his hips, gently pushing his shaft into her tight slit.

Damn. It was hard for Shinwoo not to lose it right there. The feeling as his dick disappeared, centimeter by centimeter, into Seira's hot, wet, and viselike snatch, which slowly stretched to accommodate him, was incredible.

Seira let out a loud moan at the sensation of Shinwoo's rod spreading her apart and filling her. It had been such a long time. She'd forgotten what this felt like.

She started to feel pain however, after she'd taken slightly more than half of Shinwoo's shaft, as it began reaching and stretching places that hadn't stretched in more than a decade. She grimaced, it was uncomfortable to say the least. Too wrapped up in his own sensations to notice, Shinwoo continued to slide his dick in at the same pace; she didn't tell him to stop however, she knew her discomfort would only be temporary. Abruptly, Shinwoo bottomed out as his tip pressed up against her cervix and his balls knocked into her ass. She'd finally taken all of it.

"Shit," Shinwoo grunted. The feeling of Seira's tight, velvet-like walls surrounding his full length was indescribable.

He opened his eyes to the incredible sight of his dick buried balls deep in her snatch. He reflected that it was lucky he'd already came once, if they'd had done this first, he'd have lost it right there. Then he looked directly at Seira and froze in dismay as he saw her twisted expression.

He started to pull out, rightly thinking the pain was a side effect of him moving faster than he should have, but Seira told him to stop.

"No, don't pull out, just … stay like that for a moment so I can get used to you. The pain will go away then," she said breathlessly. "It's just been a while since I've done this. The fact that you're rather big is another factor."

Shinwoo blushed. "Well . . . whenever you're ready, just give me a signal."

A few more seconds and the pain had mostly subsided; she locked her warm, scarlet eyes with Shinwoo's and nodded. Initially, his strokes were a little awkward, since it was his first time, but soon instinct took over. He started very small, pulling out only a few inches before pushing back in and bottoming out.

As Shinwoo moved in and out, Seira sighed as she could feel herself building to a second orgasm. "Shinwoo . . . harder."

Shinwoo complied: increasing his speed, he also lengthened the strokes, until he was withdrawing all but the head and then pushing forward with his hips and burying the remainder

"Ah! Yes, like that. Just like that!" Seira moaned as Shinwoo continued this new pace, thrusting in and out of her hard enough now to set the bed to shaking slightly. He bent down and began kissing her, muffling her sighs and moans. Her body tensed up as she approached her climax. Shinwoo noticed and brought his right hand and began rubbing her clit with his thumb. She was spasming, her need to climax becoming almost unbearable. Shinwoo disengaged his lips from Seira's mouth and brought them onto her neck, sucking on a spot just left of her spine. That did it.

Seira's form shook and her head titled back, her mouth open in a soundless cry, as her orgasm rolled through her. Her walls clamped like a vise onto Shinwoo's shaft, trapping it; the sensation almost sent Shinwoo over the edge as well. It took an immense amount of will and control, but he managed not to release; he didn't want it to end so soon.

Once her orgasm had ended and her walls had loosened, he withdraw from her completely. She started to protest the emptiness she now felt, but Shinwoo interrupted her.

"I was wondering if you'd like to get on top?"

Seira broke off and, smiling lewdly, nodded. She sat up and scooted over to him. Shinwoo grabbed her by the waist and lifted her into the air. Shinwoo spread apart her thighs as she straddled his legs. She gripped Shinwoo's cock with her right hand and Shinwoo shivered at the feeling of her soft hand on his shaft. Using her hand, Seira guided his member to her soaking wet opening. They both let out a sigh of pleasure as she abruptly impaled herself on his rod, taking the entire length inside her once again.

Shinwoo's had his hands on Seira's hips and, with a little assist from her, he stared to lift her up and down on his cock. He increased his pace, until Seira, moaning almost continuously at that point, was flying to the very tip of his shaft before dropping down and spearing herself completely on his dick. He couldn't maintain this pace for long though; after a minute or so his arms grew tired and he slowed down.

Seira noticed.

"Just relax," she smiled. "I'll take care of the rest."

In response Shinwoo stopped and took his hands away from her hips bringing them up to her breasts instead, squeezing one in each hand, while flicking her nipples with his thumbs, making Seira squeal. She started to gently ride his dick. Slowly, she increased her speed and height until she was leaving only a quarter of Shinwoo's length in her at the top. As she dropped down, Shinwoo began thrusting up to meet her. Their combined movement, plus the amazing amount of sensation on the skin of his member brought him rapidly towards orgasm.

His breathing became more labored and his thrusts more erratic and forceful. He could feel the sensation in his balls begin to build and he could keep it off no longer. "Seira," he grunted, the white noise in his ears growing every second. "I'm close; what do you want me to do?"

Immediately Seira imagined the feeling of his hot speed spilling into her womb and she knew she couldn't let him do anything else.

"Shinwoo …" She rode his dick wildly, panting slightly. "I want you to do it inside me. I want to feel your hot seed fill me."

She could feel his dick swell inside of her, and she knew it would only take one more push. She let herself drop, impaling herself on his dick so that she sat in his lap, and the head of his shaft hit her cervix. She reached down and gave his balls a light caress.

Shinwoo lost it; his mind filled with white noise as his release began. His seed raced up his shaft and the first shot exploded from the head and into Seira's womb. She moaned as his hot cum flooded her insides. The second, third, fourth, and fifth shots followed closely behind, each large blast triggering a grunt from Shinwoo and moan from Seira.

When his orgasm had at last subsided, Shinwoo flopped onto his back, his flaccid dick popping out of Seira, worn out. Seira lay back as well, similarly exhausted and stared at Shinwoo with tender affection.

"Seira." Shinwoo decided he should just bite the bullet and get it over with.

"Yes?"

"I have something I want to tell you. I . . . love you."

"I love you as well, Shinwoo." Seira's smile was radiant. They lay there like that for the remainder of the morning, dozing pleasantly in each other's arms.

THE END