Sex Is Combat to Me (2)
I had no strength left to resist. I lay there limply, wondering where the hell everything had gone so wrong. (Maybe I should’ve tried changing positions once?)(Or maybe I should’ve played with her using a dildo or something for about thirty minutes…?)
No. Honestly, no matter what I did, the result would’ve been the same. It was just a matter of how much longer I could hold out. Yeah. That was it. I felt like I’d tried every damn trick in the book, giving it my absolute best… and yet even after leveling up, I was getting completely crushed.
Just like always, all I could do was twitch feebly under her merciless, pounding hips. Of course, it wasn’t that I hadn’t tested the effects of the level-up. Before the level-up, things would’ve wrapped up around now… she’d be struggling to get it up again, sucking and licking desperately to make my pathetic slave dick stand. Was this because of the level-up…? If the effect was that it wouldn’t go soft even after getting milked seven times, then yeah, I guess that counted as an effect.
“What the—? Why are you so energetic today? Did you build up that much while lying in the hospital for a day…?”
“Ah… n-no… that’s not it!! It’s not…!!!”
A scream rose from deep in my gut. But my slave didn’t seem to care. She kept riding on top of me. By now the sensation was so intense I couldn’t tell if it was pleasure or pain. It shot out from the head of my cock, raced up my spine, and mercilessly tormented my brain.
“Aww, are you embarrassed? Looks like our master really built up a lot, huh…?”
“No…! I said it’s not…?! Listen to me… ngh…!”
As if she found me noisy, and as if she still wasn’t done with me, she stole my lips. The electric shock of our tongues meeting began to break me down.
“How’s my saliva? Tastes good, right?”
“Doesn’t it taste good…?”
“…”
My mind grew even hazier. Like magic, her eyes glowed a deeper red. My consciousness started to fade, accompanied by a strange floating sensation as if I’d drunk too much.
Ah… damn it. I need to say something… I need to tell her to stop right now… but the words won’t…
“Huk…! Heu… heu… heuugh…”
“…”
Those red-glowing eyes. The voice that had whispered in my ear. It all still felt vividly real…
When I opened my eyes, the first thing I felt wasn’t the horrific scene of lust, but the soft, fluffy scent of fabric softener. The obscene clothes from last night had vanished without a trace… My slave and I were lying side by side on the bed, both wearing matching couple outfits with cute rabbits printed on them.
(…What the hell?)
(What is this? Fuck… these clothes…?)
No matter how much I dug through my memories… I had no recollection of ever putting on these bizarre clothes. Overwhelmed by an indescribable sense of dissonance, I instinctively shoved the sleeping slave beside me away. As if possessed, I reached for the phone lying nearby and checked the time.
(…Seven?)
(No… fuck, seven in the morning?)
Hadn’t we entered this room at four in the afternoon yesterday? I’d only closed my eyes for a moment… so why had fifteen hours disappeared? I couldn’t believe it… Yet faint sunlight was already seeping in through the blackout curtains.
I tried to get up to confirm what the hell was going on—
“Ugh…!”
“…”
I tried to get up, but a burning pain as if my crotch had been scraped raw with sandpaper made me collapse weakly back down. At the short, thick groan, the sleeping slave rolled over toward me, as if to announce she was the culprit, mumbling in her sleep.
“Mmm… What? You’re awake?”
“Hey… what the hell did you do to my dick last night… huh?”
“…What did I do? I just faithfully taught your dick the reason it was born as a dick.”
“…”
Faithfully? Just how fucking faithfully did this bitch teach it that my dick is moaning like this? With a face mixed with fear and contempt, I shoved away the slave who was sneakily trying to peek inside my pants.
“What? I need to check what happened, don’t I?”
“No… forget it. Just answer my question…”
“Question?”
“Yeah. What the hell is with these clothes right now? I don’t remember wearing anything like this.”
“That’s because… I changed you into them?”
“What?”
“What’s the big deal…? Between us…”
“…”
Fuck… so she stripped me, washed me, and dressed me while I was unconscious? Just thinking about what this damn slave might have done to me while I was out cold sent chills down my spine. This fucking slave suddenly grabbed my arm as if hugging it.
“It felt good last night, right?”
“Didn’t it?”
“…”
Her right hand slowly crept up my thigh. Ah… fuck… I never thought the day would come when I’d hate this tingling sensation that felt like it was going straight to my prostate. I sensed danger in her strangely hazy red eyes and tried to get up—
Sharp pain. The stinging agony, like raw abrasions, shot me down before I could rise.
“Kuh…!!”
“A-are you okay? I’ll use healing magic…”
“No… please, for the love of god, stop with that shitty healing magic… I’m fine… I’m fine, so… go make breakfast or something.”
“Huh? Uh… but…”
“I said I’m fine!! So… just please…”
Get the hell out of my sight right now. Only after confirming the monster had left the room could I finally look inside my underwear. At the same time, I understood why it hurt so much.
(Ha… fuck…)
(Just how much did she suck and lick and go crazy on it yesterday…?)
My dick was bright red, swollen as if it had been beaten with a club. Of course, this wasn’t the first time, and living with a succubus meant it happened occasionally… but today the condition was especially bad. I went to the bathroom to piss and, while I was at it, decided to inspect the damage more closely… Fuck… was what was coming out urine or vinegar? The pain felt like I was being burned with a torch. I collapsed in the bathroom and let out a short scream. Staring at the toilet bowl faintly stained with red, I instinctively knew I was screwed.
“What?! Did something happen…?!?!”
“…Blood. Blood is coming out of my dick…?”
“…Huh?”
It wasn’t orthopedics or neurosurgery. Who would’ve thought the day would come when I visited the urology department once a month… The once-unfamiliar scenery here now felt as familiar as a friend’s house… And sure enough, the doctor now remembered my name.
“Mr. Kim Chanhyuk… you’re back again? What seems to be the problem today?”
“Well…”
“Doctor! There’s blood coming from his dick…! Please… help our master…!!”
She was asking for treatment so it would stand properly again, just like yesterday… Please. I really hoped that request to “make it stand properly” referred to my awkward gait rather than my dick… but seeing her sneakily stroking the inside of my thigh, I knew this bastard was beyond saving.
“Don’t you have to take your pants off for the exam? If it’s hard, I can take them off for you.”
“No… ha… forget it. Get out.”
“Why? We can check together. Isn’t that normal between us?”
“…”
This fucking bitch… who the hell does she think got me here in the first place… What the hell does she think she did right to act like this… Part of me wanted to just tell her to fuck off… but if I did, she’d probably throw a tantrum, so I just sighed and nodded.
“Ha… Doctor… just pretend this guy isn’t here and treat me.”
“Ah… understood. Then please take off your pants.”
“…”
Fuck… how the hell did my life end up like this? At the doctor’s order to undress, my slave stared at me with a somehow lewd glint in her eyes. In front of my assailant, I awkwardly stood up and carefully began lowering my pants. Haa… fuck… exposing my dick to another man, and having the person who sexually assaulted me watching from the side… every single thing happening to me right now was humiliating and embarrassing.
But what I hated even more… was the fact that I was starting to get used to this situation…
“Haa…”
“Why? Does it hurt a lot? Why are you sighing…?”
“It’s nothing. So, Doctor… how’s the condition of my dick?”
“Oh dear… it’s worse than usual…”
“As I always say, intercourse is fine, but please don’t overdo it.”
“And the blood in your urine seems to be from overexertion, so make sure you take the medicine I prescribe…”
“Yes…”
Fuck. It’s not like I want to overdo it… If I told him I was being sexually exploited by this slave, he’d probably just laugh it off with a “haha,” right…? So I just nodded silently… when suddenly the doctor called over the slave who was sitting beside me.
“Now, we need to apply the ointment…”
“Wouldn’t it be better if his girlfriend applied it rather than me?”
“Yes…?”
“Ah! That’s right! By the way, I’m an E-rank hunter! And I specialize in healing…!”
“Haha… perfect. Since you mentioned you’re an E-rank healer…”
He said that if she applied the medicine carefully and used magic to treat it at the same time, it would heal quickly. The doctor smiled and said it would be better for his girlfriend to apply it than some old man like him… No… fuck… no… he was right, but… still… that…
“Then give me the medicine. I can apply it in the bathroom and come back, right?”