Chapter 102
Chapter 102
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 102
Chapter Title: The Price of Loss (1)
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Two days had passed since Siwoo regained consciousness.
Given the sudden upheaval, it was necessary to calmly monitor his condition before proceeding with treatment.
Thus, Yebin stayed in the same room with him, observing his every action.
Siwoo mostly sat quietly on the bed.
But then, as if struck by a sudden thought, he would spring to his feet, staring into the air and waving his hands around.
It looked just like he was writing on an invisible blackboard, though Yebin had no idea what it meant.
She'd heard from Amelia that he'd even tried speaking voluntarily and holding a conversation, but in her presence, he hadn't uttered a single word.
He was like an autistic child trapped in his own world, barely interacting with the outside.
The only time he seemed to notice anything else was when his gaze occasionally brushed over Yebin.
He'd let her pass by like background scenery most of the time, but roughly once every three hours, he'd approach her first.
She stayed still to observe, and he'd sniff at her hair or try to grope her breasts.
But if she refused, he'd retreat quietly as if nothing had happened.
Yebin thought he resembled an NPC from the days before advanced AI—simple and scripted.
One thing was clear: his movements were growing more natural with time.
The mechanical pauses and hitches had vanished.
Today, she'd assess how far he'd recovered and where to focus next.
Anyway.
If there were no issues, today's treatment would be the last.
Yebin sighed deeply and set down the chart she'd been diligently filling out.
"Siwoo."
"........."
At the sound of his name, Siwoo's gaze flicked from the ceiling to Yebin.
This was another sign of progress.
Hearing his name—he recognizes it—turns to see why.
The mechanism was working smoothly.
"Come here."
Thinking this might be their last time having sex left her feeling oddly bittersweet.
He was her first, after all.
Yebin pulled up her top, exposing her breasts to him.
She hadn't bothered with a bra since she'd have to undress anyway.
Seeing her ripe fruit jiggle like it was swaying in the breeze, Siwoo walked over with steady steps.
It was embarrassing, but this was the most natural way.
Before, when he just lay there, she could climb on top and be done, but now she had to entice his lust.
"Eut...!"
Siwoo strode right up and grabbed her breasts without hesitation.
His rough touch, lacking any gentleness, kneaded them harshly, and Yebin felt her face flush hot.
She got it now.
This was pretty damn crude.
After groping her breasts for a while, his hands moved to her nipples.
Slowly circling them made Yebin's soft peaks gradually harden.
It wasn't deliberate teasing; he seemed fascinated by the texture.
"Huum...!"
Once this was over, she'd get her reward.
Last night, Amelia had visited to discuss it.
Fortunately, the talk had been calm and measured—no jealous rage or threats.
Yebin had decided to stay in Gehenna.
She hated fighting anyway, and there was no need to return to a potentially dangerous Earth crawling with witches.
But holing up in Greenland, fiddling around down there, felt depressing too.
"Ah... Mm...!"
Siwoo, who'd been blankly toying with her breasts, placed a hand on Yebin's shoulder.
"Huh, what... what do you need?"
Then he pushed down hard.
Caught off-guard by his weight, Yebin awkwardly squatted down.
Siwoo had already stripped off his pants and underwear.
His erect cock stood rigid right in front of her face, stirring up old memories.
Truly wondrous and lewd experiences.
Her body reacted honestly to the magic wand that brought otherworldly pleasure.
Just from a bit of breast play, she was already heating up.
A guy with such an impressive tool, good looks, and supposedly a solid personality—was he easy to come by?
She'd thought she felt nothing, but surprisingly, there was a twinge of regret.
"Wha... what!"
The regret was short-lived.
Siwoo placed a hand on her head and pulled her toward his cock, thrusting it forward.
Yebin jerked her head away in panic as it poked her cheek repeatedly.
She knew exactly why he'd put her at eye level with it.
Fellatio.
The staple of porn, with entire genres dedicated to it—a universal act.
Siwoo was trying to stuff his cock into her mouth.
And somewhat forcefully, at that.
But wasn't this far from instinctual?
It felt like something he'd have to have experienced before to attempt...
"W-wait, Siwoo!"
Siwoo kept prodding her face with his cock.
A blowjob wasn't that hard, really.
She'd watched plenty of porn and wondered what it felt like.
But they were only doing this for healing.
Fellatio might be common in sex, but it was purely optional for treatment.
And Yebin was here for treatment.
The lines between healing and sex were already blurring; indulging him now might drag her in too deep.
Regardless of her thoughts, Siwoo kept trying to shove it in her mouth.
"Um, Siwoo... you can't keep poking my face with your dick."
So Yebin gently gripped his shaft and applied lube naturally.
Siwoo quieted down, seemingly pleased.
Standing up, Yebin shed her skirt, braced against the bed, and presented her ass.
"Siwoo, not the mouth—here."
She arched her back to make insertion easy.
Siwoo quickly approached and grabbed her hips.
His hot cock pressed against her pussy and slid in smoothly.
The first thrust was always tight.
But as her body adjusted, a tingling shiver ran through her.
"Hngut...!"
This time, she immediately deployed her magic.
Soon, Siwoo would grab her enthusiastically and start pounding away.
She had to enter the palace of the unconscious before her focus shattered from climax.
"Eut... Ung... Aaang...!"
Her moans grew louder as her other consciousness opened the palace door.
A space filled with stairs and doors.
This was Yebin's sensory visualization of the information from Siwoo, structured for easy identification.
"Uh......"
But what she faced upon opening the door was utterly unlike her expectations.
A dim, vast space with stairs and doors.
Up to there, it was the same.
But Yebin stood frozen because every door was tightly locked.
Not just one or two.
All of them were wrapped in thick black chains, refusing entry to anyone and denying all information.
"This is working?"
Yebin reached out and gripped a chain.
Strictly speaking, these chains didn't exist physically.
They were how elements blocking analysis of Siwoo's info waves appeared to her.
She read the info from the chain and frowned.
Data that should have been accessible by simply opening doors was now randomized.
Useless mana waveforms had been arbitrarily layered on, producing meaningless noise.
If it were just misanalysis, it wouldn't show this patterned complexity.
This wasn't her error—it was Siwoo's intention.
Like autonomous defenses against unwanted mental intrusion or physical attacks.
Siwoo had locked the doors to keep Yebin out of his unconscious.
-Rumble...!
The moment she realized it, the vast world began collapsing.
Stairs crumbled, and all doors plummeted into the abyss below, still sealed tight.
Swallowed by darkness before she could scream, Yebin snapped back to reality.
"Hah...!"
Her hips were gripped firmly.
A dizzying pleasure, like deep stirring inside her, flooded her returning body.
Siwoo wasn't pounding her hips relentlessly...
........
Siwoo stood silently with his cock pressed tight against her cervix.
As if gauging her reaction.
Under that strange pressure, Yebin cautiously glanced over her shoulder.
His left eye glowed with the same golden mana reflection as before.
His calm right eye showed no emotion.
Yet she felt interrogated.
How's that? Can't barge in this time, huh?
"N-no way..."
Yebin considered a possibility.
Previously, Siwoo had encountered her in the palace.
Today, it was encrypted beyond her decoding.
Such intricacy couldn't be done on the spot.
He hadn't been idly waving at nothing or wasting time sitting blankly.
He'd prepared countermeasures against her intrusion and waited.
As if confirming her guess, a flat, emotionless voice emerged from Siwoo—no trace of triumphant glee.
"I win?"
It was mechanical, devoid of feeling.
A chill raced down Yebin's spine.
Siwoo had challenged her.
He won. She lost.
Impossible by any common sense.
Even if Amelia came, Yebin would dominate a contest over Panakeia.
Like a quantum physicist trouncing a thoracic surgeon on bypass risks.
Self-Generating Magic had properties only its caster could grasp.
But recalling when Siwoo absorbed, amplified, and returned her mana.
He'd already grasped part of its nature.
In the battle to decode his "magnetized" mana, he started with the master key.
Not impossible, then.
One question remained: how could he encrypt such vast data?
With human mental math alone?
Yebin knew instantly.
Impossible.
Yet Siwoo did it.
How?
She barely pieced it together.
Savant syndrome.
Seen in rare cases of congenital autism or acquired brain damage.
Perfectly recreating a glimpsed photo.
Counting and memorizing hundreds of dots in an instant.
Genius composition.
Timeless aesthetic masterpieces.
Synesthetic math perception of all things.
Extraordinary talent in specific domains.
Siwoo's intelligence wasn't merely regressed.
As seen in Ein, he'd unearthed his own "laws," upending magic, and awakened talent.
"Uh... Euk...!"
As Yebin gaped in shock.
Siwoo grabbed her hair from behind.
Pinning her toward the bed with his weight, he claimed his victor's spoils.
Resuming his hips, he began ravaging her body.
-Squelch!
"Haang... Aak... Uk..."
Shaken to her core—like realizing Earth was flat—Yebin, weakened in body and mind, couldn't resist.
Floundering without a plan, she became instinct's prey.
"Hak... Uk...!"
This wasn't healing.
Not even lifesaving pretense.
Now, Yebin was mere female, defeated, devoured by the victor.
The fact ignited her dark pleasures.
"Ah... At...!"
That day, she took four loads doggystyle.
Her pretty folds swollen with cum and juices, throat hoarse and silent.
Repeatedly a pouch for Siwoo's desires.
When it ended, her pale ass was covered in handprints.
Her pussy, hot as oven-baked peach, dripped thick white cream.