First Experience (3)
The moment he saw that far more semen had poured over Hwayeon's head than he had ever put inside her, his reason came slamming back.
No. More precisely, the sadism that had been roaring like a furnace was gone. In its place clung a post-nut clarity, thick and stubborn, as if it had no intention of letting him go this time.
"......"
He had finally had the first time he had longed for with the women he loved, and yet the rampage of that sickening sadistic urge had cut the feeling clean in half.
Worse, the guilt was enormous. Franc, used so harshly, had fainted and was flickering, slow and faint.
Hwayeon sat in a daze as well, crowned in his semen, arms wrapped around her swollen belly. She looked badly shaken, and that worried him.
Perhaps it was because he had spent every last drop of TP and all the semen he had saved by not touching himself for weeks, but his body felt like sodden cotton, heavy and slack. This was no time to lie there in a heap.
Franc was flickering so slowly he couldn't tell whether she had fainted or simply fallen asleep. Seeing her drift through the air in her original, beautiful naked form, she didn't seem to be in any real danger. The problem was Hwayeon.
Whether her Physical Reinforcement or her regeneration had kicked in, her body itself was unharmed. From head to toe, though, she was smeared with the semen that had poured out of Franc's spirit body, and her bulging lower belly was packed full of his. He needed to wash her. First thing.
"Hwayeon?"
"......Ah."
He stepped closer and reached for her, and the frightened look that crossed her face stung more than he wanted to admit.
"C-can you stand?"
"Ah, ugh. My stomach......"
That's not your stomach. It's your womb, isn't it?
He had barely an ant's eyelash of TP left, but a baseline Mana Mode still activated without trouble. As she struggled to rise at his words, he scooped her up in a princess carry.
"Ugh?! W-wait. What are you— hhk!"
Smeared in his semen, Hwayeon thrashed the instant she was in his arms, then clutched her lower belly and winced in pain.
"What do you think? You need a wash. Do you have any idea how unbelievable you look right now?"
"......"
Careful not to jolt her, he carried her into the shower, set her down, adjusted the water to a gentle warmth, and let it spill over her head.
The night-flower stench rinsing away in the hot water was... unpleasant. But he was the one who had sprayed it. Who was he to complain?
Water took the semen off her hair and body easily enough. The problem was her lower belly — the womb still full of it. Hwayeon stared down at herself and murmured, very small.
"Why is my stomach... this shape?"
She looked up at him with fear in her eyes. The moment he had come, it seemed, was no longer in her memory.
"Because my semen filled your womb."
"What?!"
She startled hard at that and grabbed her lower belly again.
"Does it hurt a lot?"
"Ugh...... Now that you've said it, yes. That's where it hurts."
Nearly two liters in there. Of course it hurt. He reached out and pressed the swollen curve of her belly.
"Aagh! D-don't press!"
"You're in that much pain, and yet... I like the look of you, like you're carrying my child, but you can't stay this way. We have to get the semen out of your womb."
"Nnh!"
At the words semen in your womb, Hwayeon's face went scarlet. She squeezed her eyes shut and flailed her arms until he backed off.
"Earlier, when your womb and vaginal walls were regenerating back to normal, I saw them. With Physical Reinforcement and regeneration both working, the mouth of your womb is probably clamped shut. That's why. If I press and let the semen out, the pain should go."
"I-I'll do it!"
She all but shouted it and turned her body away. He stepped back to watch. Hwayeon flushed, stole glances at him, and bore down on her own belly.
All he heard was a wet, gurgling sound. Between her legs, the semen refused to flow.
"Hhh, ugh...... haah, nngh......!"
This won't work. Keep listening to those moans and I won't be draining it out of her. I'll be pumping more in.
Pressing alone clearly wasn't going to empty her, so he would have to use the other method after all. He set a hand on the shoulder of the woman straining against her own belly.
"Get up on your knees. If you can stand, try standing."
"W-why?"
"I'm not going to eat you. Just stand up."
"A-all right."
She hauled herself upright with difficulty, then her legs gave out. She sagged against his arm, thighs trembling. Was her Physical Reinforcement that sloppy, or was the aftermath of being with him really this bad?
He knelt in front of her.
"If standing's too hard, brace yourself on my shoulders."
She obeyed, resting her hands on him, and stood a little more easily for it.
"Don't move."
"What are you trying to— haugh!"
He straightened his index and middle fingers, tore through Hwayeon's hymen, and pushed them into her vagina. Ripping a hymen for the second time — it almost made him want to cry at the waste.
Confusion crossed her face. She had already had her first time. Why did it still hurt like this? Her eyes flicked from him to that precious place of hers and back again. Then she startled and caught his wrist, though there was hardly any strength in the grip.
"Y-your fingers......!"
"Hold still!"
"Hhk."
"Relax your stomach."
"U-unh."
He pressed her with a hard look, and she flinched and did as she was told.
Honestly, two liters of semen pooled in a womb sounded like a problem waiting to become a serious one. However much of a shame it was to waste it, he couldn't leave it there.
He called up the method of uterine palpation he had seen in his father's medical books. With Spatial Perception he pressed firmly just above her navel, pinning the womb so it couldn't be shoved upward, then drove the fingers already inside her deeper until they reached the cervix.
"Nnh!"
The touch of fingers on her cervix must have felt strange. Hwayeon drew her thighs together — but with Spatial Perception's clairvoyance, closed thighs were no real obstacle.
He set his index finger against the center of that cervix, shut tight as a pressed mouth, and worked it in with a gentle twist.
"Ah...... aah......"
A small moan, and strength gathered in the hand braced on his shoulder. Then his index finger slipped through, and lukewarm, sloshing semen met the fingertip.
"Hhk!"
Doing his best to ignore Hwayeon clutching his shoulder and groaning, he looked through her lower belly with Spatial Perception and forced his middle finger in as well, carefully prying the cervical opening wider. Another moan spilled out of her, and he couldn't tell whether it was pain or pleasure.
He eased the two fingers apart... and semen welled through the gap in thick, gulping pulses.
"It's coming out."
"......"
Watching the cloudy white fluid run down her pale legs, Hwayeon looked as if she had lost the power of speech.
The soft feel of her cervix against his fingers had him about forty percent hard, but he had no desire to take her again while she was suffering like this.
A suspicion occurred to him, so he looked through her body and checked the state of her Phase Power.
Mm. As expected, maybe. The whirlwind pattern that had always spun so fiercely had lost a great deal of its strength. No wonder she couldn't properly bring that tough body of hers to bear.
His semen, laced with TP. Had to be. When he had poured it into her, his TP and her Phase Power had seemed to react to each other.
Wait. Her Phase Power had climbed a little? The 11.07 million was unchanged, but the thousands were subtly different.
...Did it rise by exactly as much TP as I pumped into her?
"I-isn't it all out? Y-you can stop now."
It wasn't all out. Even so, whether from the semen running down her legs or from the shame of his fingers still inside her, she tried to inch her hips away.
Talk to her first. If her attention went to the conversation, she would be less embarrassed.
"Hwayeon, check your Phase Power."
"H-huh? Why all of a sudden?"
"Because it went up. Only a little, but it did. My semen has TP mixed in, and I think that's what raised your Phase Power. I want to confirm it."
"......What?"
"Spatial Perception is sure it increased. Checking it a few other ways is how you make the result trustworthy, right?"
Hwayeon looked at him as if she had just heard something impossible, but she still did as he asked, switching on her Certifier and running a Phase Power check.
A beep. At the result that came up, she couldn't hide her shock.
"How is this......"
"So it did go up."
For a moment she was simply lost. Then, as if some strength had returned to her legs, she took her hands off his shoulders and stood on her own two feet. She clenched once around the fingers still inside her, flushed, and gave his hand a small push, trying to ease him out.
"Hey, hey. There's still a little left."
"S-stop. What's left will come out on its own once my body is back to normal."
"It will?"
"It will. There's my per— menstruation, isn't there? What do you think happens if that doesn't get discharged?"
Oh. Right. A period was the lining of the womb shedding and coming out. Which meant the thing clamped that tightly shut was his fault.
The guilt was enough to break him into a cold sweat.
He washed beside her, and Hwayeon kept stealing glances, starting and stopping, starting and stopping again. Showering next to him was clearly embarrassing, so he scrubbed himself in a rush, told her he would head out first, and left.
He went to gather his clothes and found, fortunately, that he had flung them far enough to keep them clean. From the finest wool carpet all the way to the shower, though, his semen dotted the floor in a trail. He wasn't even one of those pigs they said could dump two to five hundred milliliters in a single shot. What a mess.
Back at the sofa, he looked at Franc, naked, drifting through the air. He couldn't leave her like that, but his TP was nearly bottomed out. Could he concentrate enough Phase Power to touch her at all?
Franc seemed almost weightless, though. If he could lay a hand on her even a little, moving her wouldn't be hard. Wait.
He looked down at the jet-black Phase Stone vest and at the Phase Power leaking from it. When he had been about to take Franc, he had reached out with the thought of absorbing, and—
It really was absorbing.
He could take in Phase Power that had spread into the air? Had his maximum gone up?
Move Franc first. Think after.
He recovered a little TP from what the vest was leaking, focused his Mana Sieve just slightly, lifted Franc, and laid her on the sofa. Then he put the vest on, and his back stung.
"Ow."
He turned Spatial Perception on his own back and found eight furrows gouged there, like the ridges of a plowed field. Ah. Hwayeon had scratched him. He had only rinsed with water in the shower, so he hadn't noticed.
Mm. Would a Healing Wave fix this? Flowing TP into his shoulder might do it too.
He was at the bottom of his TP now, so Healing Wave was out of reach. Once Hwayeon came out of the shower, he would use it.
Until then... might as well confirm something.
Earlier, when he had lost his reason and been on the verge of something truly rough with Franc, he had absorbed the Phase Power spread through the air without even meaning to.
He glanced at Franc, collapsed and unconscious on the sofa, scratched the back of his head, then closed his eyes and felt for the vest's Phase Power with Spatial Perception.
Days of living in the vest had already lifted him from 3,761.84 to 4,737.84 — a gain of nearly a thousand. And the Phase Power he had pulled out of the air came to about thirty.
Which meant he could absorb Phase Power at will and raise his own maximum.
The realization hit him like a thrill. He gathered what Phase Power he had left, switched on Mana Vision, and swept the room. Everywhere, faint as a rumor, there was water-blue Phase Power — so thin you would miss it if you weren't looking. But no matter how he hauled at it with Mana Sieve, it would not come into his body. Only a trace slipped in on its own.
Was the only thing he could draw the Phase Power that had leaked from Phase Stones? Or could he pull what spilled out when an aberrant died, too?
Hnn. If only there were an aberrant around to test it on. A shame.
He waited until the Phase Power leaking from the vest — what he hadn't already absorbed — had spread into the air, then ran Mana Sieve thinly through his whole body with the intent to pull. Sure enough, as if gravity had taken hold, the water-blue Phase Power sank into him.
Then could he absorb it straight from a Phase Stone? He stimulated the stone against his skin that held the most TP. Blue TP light rippled and spilled out. The water-blue Phase Power that actually raised his Phase Power did not.
He couldn't begin to understand the mechanism between his ability and the stones. Was it only what emerged naturally through a Phase Stone that his body would accept as Phase Power?
Even so. It should have taken more than forty days to drink a Phase Stone dry and reach D-Class. At this pace, twenty-five would do it.
The moment he left, Hwayeon had hurriedly washed her groin, her anus, her armpits, the curves of her ears. Now she came out of the dressing room in a plain silk bra and silk panties, an off-the-shoulder white blouse, and a flowing black long skirt.
He looked through the body drawing near. She had recovered a little, but her Phase Power was still unsteady.
Partly to see whether Franc would wake, he spent the TP he had recovered while waiting and fired a Stage 1 Healing Wave.
"Hht?!"
"Kyaah?!"
Oh. Franc, struck by the Healing Wave, instantly poured out a flash of light from her whole body and bolted upright. Hwayeon, caught in the blue ripple, flinched and shuddered, then dashed over, seized his shoulder, and shouted.
"Th-this?! You can stabilize even shaken Phase Power?!"
"Ah?"
"Huh? Shaken Phase Power? If you end up like that, you can't use your strength?"
He asked it with open curiosity, and Hwayeon nodded. Take a grave wound, or suffer some other shock, and your Phase Power wavered — and while it wavered, you couldn't bring your real power to bear. The only cure was to rest quietly until it settled.
A sort of qi deviation you could still recover from. So that was why Hwayeon, her Phase Power shaken, hadn't been able to use her strength.
"Looks like my Healing Wave isn't only for healing. I just found that out myself."
Hwayeon praised it as a truly incredible ability, then stopped short, cleared her throat, and looked away. Franc, as if the middle of her memory had been blown clean out, tilted her head. She didn't seem to understand the details, only that he had produced yet another astonishing power. She broke into a bright smile and clapped without a sound.
"First, let me tell you what I just figured out."
He explained, calmly, how he had drawn in the water-blue Phase Power spreading from the vest and absorbed it by his own will. Both of them flushed beet-red and nodded.
"W-well, either way, it means Mana Sieve's control has grown a little more. Congratulations, Seoha."
"C-congratulations. Then in about twenty days, you could reach D-Class."
"And there's one more thing."
He went on to explain why he had been able to come so much, and that his semen contained TP. Both their faces went scarlet, and both of them sighed.
"Semen that raises Phase Power......"
"......Th-this is absurd. No. Bewildering."
"Hwayeon definitely gained as much Phase Power as the TP she took in. Franc, do you know where yours went? The Soul Stone's TP doesn't seem to have increased."
"I'm a spirit, so perhaps my Phase Power simply doesn't increase. Hwayeon is an ability user, so hers did."
"Thinking it over, I feel the same."
Mm. That could be it.
Watching the two of them squirm in mortified silence, he felt his chest grow warm all on its own.
Honestly, after the unforgivable mess he had made of their first time, he had braced for their favorability to plummet. And yet Hwayeon and Franc stood there wearing soft smiles. He looked from one to the other, then rose and pulled them both into his arms.
"Nnh."
"Hhk?!"
"I love you both. Thank you for accepting how rough I was."
He meant it. The two of them hesitated, exchanging a look. Then Hwayeon suddenly burst out.
"Seoha, y-you! You have to be gentler with Franc!"
"A-and you mustn't do anything rough to Hwayeon! I-I'm a spirit body, so physical damage hardly matters to me, but Hwayeon has a living body!"
"Uh, uhhh?"
Hwayeon shot Franc a glance and pressed on.
"Violent enough to nearly drag her vagina and womb out — she couldn't even breathe properly, she was convulsing! If she had been an ordinary person, she would have died!"
"...?!"
At Hwayeon's cry, Franc's eyes went wide. She stared at her, then broadcast I am flustered! with her entire body and cried out.
"H-H-Hwayeon, your sex stretched wide enough for a fist to go in, wide enough that you could see all the way inside! Seoha needs to be gentler with H-Hwayeon!"
"?!"
This time it was Hwayeon's eyes that flew open, round as lanterns, fixed on Franc. Then both of them turned and glared at him, the look demanding to know whether what had just been said was true.
Hwayeon led the denunciation.
"A-and you kept stabbing that monstrous rod in there until her lower belly bulged! Are you trying to burst Franc's stomach?!"
"W-wait! You were like that too, Hwayeon— ahhh, no! I judged that both of you would be all right......!"
"I was like that too?!"
Ack. Landmine.
"To begin with, th-that place of yours is a deadly weapon! What is that length, that thickness! Because of it, Hwayeon's... her sex stretched wide enough to take my whole fist and then some, and her womb swelled until her belly—!"
The two lovers, faces burning, laid into him, and Spatial Perception pointed straight at the danger and lit its warning lamps.
People said a dry mouth could happen in all sorts of situations. He was fairly sure this one fit perfectly.
Mom, I might not make it home today......
He knelt there and took a full hour of sermon from both lovers on the subject of his roughness, until his head rang and a cramp seized his leg and he thought he might actually die.
Still. Better that it ended at a sermon.
When it was over, Hwayeon fetched a steam cleaner from the supply closet and set about erasing his traces from the carpet. Franc, dressed now in a Victorian lace blouse and a simple skirt, trailed after her.
Sprawled on the sofa, rubbing his legs, he thought about the sadism that had surged up in the middle of the act.
He had masturbated hundreds of times and not once had he thought he wanted to torment a woman, or handle her roughly, in order to come. And yet the deepthroat he had forced on Franc at the summit of Breast Mountain, and what he had done to Franc and Hwayeon this time...
Looking back, if it hadn't been Franc, a spirit body, and Hwayeon, a Physical Reinforcement user with regeneration, it would have been a disaster. Hundreds of times over.
Hnn. The world was wide and tastes were many. Was his sadism just another minority kink? And if he went for counseling, who was he supposed to talk to?
If this urge kept boiling over every time they were together, that would be a problem. No. Past a problem. His own mind was genuinely frightening.
Should he ask Dad to get him in to see a psychiatrist?
Reflecting on what he had done, he checked the time. He had thought hours must have passed during his first time with Hwayeon and Franc, but the sun was only just now sinking. Had it only been about an hour?
He crawled up onto the sofa, flopped down, and looked over at them. They were cleaning and talking, perfectly at ease with each other.
"Is that so?"
"It is. Even back then, Seoha was a prankster and a crybaby."
"Wow, I'm jealous. Seoha's childhood... I want to see it too."
"I've had a photo album made. If you'd like to see it, Franc, I'll set one aside for you."
"Really?! Thank you, Hwayeon!"
When had they gotten this close? The mood was downright warm. Was planting a common enemy really the fastest way to friendship?
His chest was full of apology and regret. Off to one side, though, his balls gave a little thrill at the fact that he had planted his flag in Hwayeon and Franc and truly made them his.
Hwayeon in particular, when she heard how happy he was that her hymen kept regenerating, had glanced at him with a subtle look that somehow seemed pleased. Franc's air had softened too, perhaps because they had formally become one, even if the act had been far too rough and desire had outrun love.
If he wanted to be a man worthy of women this kind, this beautiful, this lovely — and this capable besides — he was going to have to work very hard.
Once the cleanup was finished, talk turned to dinner.
Cha Soyoung joined them. Lee Hyeryeong had too much work and was absent, so she didn't.
Honestly, he was relieved. Sharp as Lee Hyeryeong was, she would have noticed at once and teased them without mercy. The ceiling ventilator was spinning furiously, and the delicate current running between him and Hwayeon was the sort of thing a perceptive person would catch immediately.
Cha Soyoung was no worry on that front. Taciturn and careful. Even if she noticed, she wouldn't go around broadcasting it the way Sophia would.
They finished the course ordered from the restaurant, and over tea Hwayeon mentioned that starting tomorrow she would be going into a raid with Cha Soyoung for a week.
"So you'll be gone for a week?"
"The plan is a week, but depending on how it goes, it could run four days over or four days under."
"Got it. Give it everything."
The dam had only just broken, and now he wouldn't see Hwayeon for a week. A real shame. But it was work. Nothing to be done.
In any case, she and Cha Soyoung, along with fifty others, meant to attempt a raid on a subspecies Special Form high-rank aberrant discovered not long ago.
"I get subspecies. What's a Special Form? Is it the same as the Energy Eater's Special Type?"
"No. That Special Type and this Special Form are different. A Special Form, on our side, means an individual whose intelligence is notably higher than others of its kind, or one that possesses a completely different ability. The one we're going after is the latter."
"High-rank aberrants are already smart. Higher than that sounds terrifying."
He offered the thought, and Cha Soyoung, who had been listening in silence, nodded and spoke.
"Intelligence-type aberrants do not possess intellect on a human level, but extraordinary intelligence mixed with wild instinct produces an extremely dangerous monster. Facing an intelligence-type carries a high chance of heavy casualties, so under ordinary circumstances it is best avoided."
"Even so, once you've grown, Seoha, even a Special Form like that shouldn't give you much trouble on a raid. I believe in you."
Cha Soyoung knew nothing of his abilities, so Hwayeon's faith ought to have looked groundless, and yet she offered no objection. Either that, or the detection ability already known to the public was enough to make that faith understandable.
Fifty companions sounded like a crowd at a glance, but twenty-six of them were support staff. The actual fighting strength was twenty-two from Team One and Team Two, plus their boss, Hwayeon, and the sub-leader accompanying her, Cha Soyoung — twenty-four in all.
He asked whether twenty-four was really enough, and was told that this wasn't even a peak-rank aberrant raid. An ordinary high-rank aberrant only rated a single team. Two teams, with Hwayeon on top of that, would be fine.
"You seem to split raids and subjugations apart, though. What's the difference?"
"A raid team's work falls into three kinds. Raids, subjugation battles, and exploration. Line them up by income and it's raids, then subjugation, then exploration. Line them up by importance and it's the reverse — exploration, subjugation, raids. A raid, plainly, targets one powerful aberrant. A subjugation means hunting every aberrant in a designated area without distinction and clearing them out. Exploration is exactly what it sounds like. A small team of veterans enters untrodden ground and surveys the terrain and the ecology of the aberrants."
Exploration, as a rule, meant selecting a raid team's primary host and surveying that host's Phase World, and it was exploration that produced the most casualties.
"Activity in the Phase World always carries danger. To reduce those risks, we explore unknown regions and draft ecological maps. Hunting in the Phase World always begins with exploration, and subjugation follows. A raid can arise from either."
"The method of opening new ground isn't complicated. First, three or more teams go in, survey a set area, grasp the terrain, and investigate and classify the aberrants living nearby. Then they establish a temporary base and either raid the powerful aberrants that pose a threat in the area, or subjugate the ones living around a target in preparation for a raid. We call it a base, grand as that sounds, but it's no different from a temporary camp."
Stay in one place too long and the aberrants could be hunted out. Now and then a mass of them would gather and a wave would rise. So unless a team was exceptionally strong, they didn't build fortresses or cities in the Phase World.
"Once a region has been explored, teams are dispatched according to the grade of aberrants that appear, and the clearing of the surrounding aberrants begins. That is what we call a subjugation battle. High Grade aberrants discovered during a subjugation or during exploration are then raided by the boss, together with two teams and one sub-leader."
So it was a simulation RPG. Create a character — select a new Phase World host — wander around lighting up the map, which was exploration, hunt monsters, level up, save money, and put up buildings, which was subjugation and raids.
The territory widened bit by bit. Once too many high-rank-or-higher aberrants piled up for them to handle, or exploration became impossible for natural reasons or physical ones, they declared that Phase World cleared and selected a new host.
"A host whose Phase World is designated for conquest receives an extra five percent on the dividends from hunting. Five percent may sound small, but an ordinary subjugation starts at ten billion won at the very least, and a Mid Grade or Mid-High Grade subjugation brings in hundreds of billions like it's nothing, so that five percent isn't small either. A single raid moves sums in the trillions, so there are people who deliberately hope to be chosen as a host."
"If one is lucky during exploration — or unlucky — one may discover ruins, forgotten cities, caves, dungeons, and also vast herds of aberrants along with abundant resources. Good luck can mean a chance at considerable income, and ruins carry the possibility of artifacts. Bad luck can mean that the herd is of a grade too difficult to face, or a particularly troublesome kind of aberrant."
"Crisis is opportunity. Succeed in wiping out a large force of aberrants and you come away with a huge quantity of Phase Stones and byproducts. If you're lucky, minerals and plant resources as well, and in that case the profit is substantial."
The education disguised as teatime chat came to an end. Cha Soyoung looked at him with calm eyes.
"If Mr. Jung Seoha begins his activities, I believe wide-range detection will be of tremendous help. Until then, please stay safe and take good care of yourself."
And she returned to her room inside the building.
He watched her descend in the elevator through Spatial Perception, then asked Hwayeon.
"Sub-leader Cha Soyoung must have plenty of money. She lives in the building?"
"The only people she could call family are me and Sophia. She bought a house, but she says it's lonely on her own, so she lives in the quarters here."
"Huh? She doesn't have a family?"
"No. I heard both her parents died in the Phase World when she was little. She lived as an orphan until Mother took her in."
"I see. Hmm. If she's your big sister, does that make her my sister-in-law?"
He had expected her to flush in embarrassment. Instead, to his surprise, Hwayeon smiled with real warmth and linked her arm through his.
"If you're willing to think of her that way, my sister will be happy too."
"Uh...... yeah."
Franc stroked his head as well, and somehow he felt like a child who had played a prank on a grown-up. It made him a little shy.