Level 4: Earth Dragon's Wild Dance

I returned to my room, carrying the jar I had received as a gift from the treasure vault. Regina had stepped away for a moment, claiming she had other business to attend to. The evening sun was peeking into the room, casting long, warm shadows.

"What exactly is this thing that makes it so special..."

To the naked eye, it was nothing more than an old, ochre-colored, ordinary-looking jar. It was about the size of a human head. I placed it on the table and stared at it for a long time. The patterns etched onto its surface caught my eye: Gaia, the Goddess of Earth, standing tall while holding ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the sun high. Beneath her, patterns of grapevines, grains, fruits, and beehives were densely carved. There were also several men depicted. Every single one of them had their penis standing stiffly erect. The craftsmanship was exquisite, yet, in ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠a way, it was also quite comical.

Why on earth would they carve penises on it...

I lightly brushed my hand over the surface of the jar. The patterns felt bumpy. I recalled what Regina had said in the treasure vault: "I heard it was a jar used to store wine during the great national rituals a very long time ago." I picked up the jar and checked the bottom. There was nothing special to see. It was just a flat surface. I thought about it for a moment before setting it back down.

"A jar for storing wine, huh..."

Would wine stored in this taste any better? "I should test it out." As luck would have it, there was a bottle of wine left over from yesterday sitting in the room. Without much thought, I opened the stopper and poured it into the jar. Glug, glug, gurgle... It didn't even fill a quarter of the jar. I set the empty bottle down, covered the jar, and muttered, "I should let it age for about a day, right?"

The lid fit perfectly, ensuring a secure seal. It was so tight that not even air could pass through. Just then, I heard the sound of the door opening. I turned my head toward the entrance and saw Queen Regina walking in. It seemed her business was finished.

"Sir Seru."

She approached me with a smile. "Were you looking at the wine jar?"

I dusted off my hands and laughed. "I was just taking a look. Trying to figure out how to use it."

"Take your time."

Regina naturally took off her outer robe. As she removed her crown, her long hair flowed down over her shoulders.

The atmosphere became significantly more erotic.

She said playfully, "Because there are other things that are more important right now."

The corners of my mouth curled up. "Indeed. Training comes first."

I placed the jar under the table and embraced her. Our lips met, and our hands naturally began to peel away her clothes. Her voluptuous breasts, slender waist, and luscious hips—my penis grew rock-hard as I explored her body. Regina moaned, grabbing my penis and rubbing it back and forth. We threw ourselves onto the bed just like that. Her hot body temperature, her soft skin—I was a man who was simply happy to be able to enjoy this every single day. I spread the Queen's legs and pushed my penis inside her.

"Haa-hk...!"

A moan burst from her lips. I moved my hips rapidly, driving into her fiercely. Under the guise of 'training,' I ravished her countless times. The Queen's vagina tightened around my penis as if to snap it off every time, and desperate, lewd moans flowed incessantly from her mouth.

"Aahng...! Ah! Si, Sir Seru...! Right there...! Right there...! Aaaaah...!"

For several days, I lived forgetting about the jar. Come to think of it, sex wasn't originally a part of my life that took up such a large portion of my time. I wasn't an adult film actor; what was the point of becoming a king of stamina? My primary profession was the guild leader of the bard guild. And before being a guild leader, I was a tuner who refined songs. The work on the Goddess's Hymn. The selection of a new diva. And the letters and reports flying in from the guild. There was an endless amount of work to handle. Meanwhile, I never skipped the training that continued every evening from sunset until midnight in Regina's bedroom or the underground sanctuary.

Actually, at this point, it was training in name only...

It was now closer to me seeking her out just to share love with Regina. And that was probably the same for her. She must have enjoyed it that much. Even if I just made eye contact with Regina, my penis would stand up, and she would be dripping with vaginal fluid. Because of that, we frequently ended up having intercourse in secret places during the day, avoiding people's eyes at all hours. In those days, Regina's vagina grew hotter and hotter, and her sexual techniques also improved noticeably.

How should I put it? Lately, my goal of achieving Level 4 of the Earth Yin-Yang Copulation Art had become increasingly blurred, and I was just finding pleasure in mixing my body with Queen Regina. That damn Level 4 achievement. I had kept trying and failing, so I just gave up on it. Since there was no hope in sight, I let it go entirely. It wasn't even my main job, so why bother clinging to it? What was I going to do? Who was going to say anything?

My health had already recovered. I had learned the technique to prevent death by exhaustion. Since I had achieved a reasonable amount regarding sex, it wouldn't have been strange at all if I left the Borus Kingdom now. Yet, the reason I continued to stay here was... because of Queen Regina. We had grown fond of each other while sharing our bodies. Perhaps that was why leaving wasn't as easy as I thought. Her sweet, wet vagina... I wanted to taste it more.

***

Today was busy from the morning as well. I spent quite a bit of time revising the hymn score. I moved my pen over the sheet music spread out on the desk, refining the melody.

"There's a sense of dissonance in this part... It needs to be more majestic."

Humming to myself, I corrected the notes over and over again. I had lunch with Regina. We sat facing each other alone in the royal dining hall and ate. Perhaps because of the sexual training that had continued since early morning, she looked a bit tired. Still, her smile remained as bright as ever.

"Earlier... it was wonderful," Regina said, looking slightly shy.

"It's wonderful for me every single day."

"Hehehe."

Light laughter was exchanged. And lately, talk had begun to emerge from the surroundings. 'Recently, Her Majesty has only been spending time with Sir Seru every day.' 'They are always stuck together.' 'Could there be something between the two of them?' The murmurs of the nobles, the whispers of the maids, the glances exchanged among the royal guards—because the royal palace was a place where rumors spread so quickly, such talk was already circulating here and there. But we didn't care. No, to be precise, we didn't have the time to care. We were so deeply immersed in each other, biting and sucking, that we were only focused on that. Just by making eye contact, my penis would twitch, and she would drip with fluid and spread her legs. As those days repeated, rumors felt like background noise that was pushed to the back of my mind. There was no one else in the world but us.

***

The daily routine ended. As early evening approached, I returned to my room. As soon as I closed the door and entered, I sat down on the bed with a thud.

"Whew..."

Today was quite a long day as well. Refining the hymn score took more effort than I thought, and dealing with the people in the royal palace was no easy task either. And recently, one more tiring thing had come up. The people of the Five Great Families had begun to move. The subtle pressure to pick the eldest daughter of the Belladonna family. The letter that came with an expensive suit sent by the mother of the second daughter of the Lysia family. The sight of the father of the youngest daughter of the Saint-Rose family visiting in person and tearing up, saying, "If you could just listen to my daughter's voice once...". The Letemis and Lumina families were not far behind. The gifts became increasingly flashy, and their tone became increasingly desperate. The so-called bribery offensive. Because they knew well that if their daughter was chosen as a diva, the family's status would rise in an instant, they used every means and method possible. I politely and firmly rejected them all.

"I have to conduct a fair selection, so I will no longer meet with anyone privately."

It was the most common excuse. But since they kept coming anyway, it was truly a ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠tiring ordeal.

"..."

I stared blankly at the ceiling for a moment before turning my head. Then, suddenly, the jar I had placed under the table a few days ago caught my eye. The old wine jar. It was the jar I had received from Regina in the treasure vault. "...Come to think of it." I lifted my body from the seat. I had completely forgotten about it for a few days. An object said to have been used in a great ritual a thousand years ago. And an object that had triggered my Dissonance Perception. I lifted the wine jar from under the table. The appearance was still ordinary. Ochre-colored pottery, a surface worn in places, old patterns. It wasn't an object that looked particularly grand. I shook the wine jar. Slosh, slosh. I could hear the weight and sound of the liquid sloshing around.

"I wonder if it's become tastier."

I opened the lid and peered inside. The deep purple wine remained the same. It felt like the amount had decreased slightly compared to before. But the smell of the aged wine was incredible. Along with the sweet scent of concentrated fruit, the fragrant smell of alcohol mixed in, making my mouth water.

"This is the real deal, isn't it?"

I took out an empty glass. I tilted the wine jar to pour the wine, then held it to my nose and sniffed. I didn't feel anything strange. Rather, it looked extremely delicious. In the end, I cautiously took a sip. Gulp. The wine went down my throat.

"...Hmm."

A tingling sensation of alcohol spread out. And.

"...?"

My chest became subtly hot. At first, I thought it was the heat of the alcohol. But that sensation grew stronger and stronger. The heat that started in my chest gradually spread throughout my entire body. My heart. My lungs. And my penis.

"What is this...?"

I thought the heat would disappear soon. But it didn't. The heat became even stronger. My body grew hotter and hotter. My heart began to beat rapidly. Thump, thump, thump. My chest felt like it was going to burst.

"Ugh..."

I hurriedly grabbed the chair. My legs felt like they were going to give out. My body wasn't quite listening to me.

"Wh, what is this."

The heat that had been circulating inside my body suddenly began to find its direction. The scattered energy gathered into a single stream. Straight to my penis. It felt like all my strength was being funneled into my penis. My pants were bulging as if they were going to burst, and even just the glans brushing against the fabric sent a thrill up my spine. I gasped for air and looked down at the jar. One sip of wine. It was just that, yet my body was reacting to this extent. Until a while ago, it was ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠just ordinary wine. I knew because I had drunk it with Queen Regina. But it had suddenly changed. This wasn't the wine I knew. The alcohol energy surged up my spine. My vision blurred for a moment, then cleared again. No, it didn't just clear up... everything could be seen more deeply. At the same time, it felt like something that had been blocked was suddenly released. As if a path that hadn't been visible until now had suddenly appeared before my eyes. Suddenly, the words for Level 4 of the Earth Yin-Yang Copulation Art began to make sense. That night. I was able to break out of Level 3 of the Earth Yin-Yang Copulation Art, where I had been stagnant.