Chapter 112: Aphrodisiac
Chapter 112: Aphrodisiac
Jaejin and Hilda walked back toward the brothel in a delicate silence. Though she had stepped in to help him, walking beside a boy who was older than she had initially thought made Hilda keenly realize her own lack of experience with men.
Meanwhile, Jaejin didn't want to keep deceiving the woman who was showing him such kindness. He kept his words to a minimum, racking his brain for a way to clear up this misunderstanding.
Before long, they arrived in front of the brothel. Hilda looked surprised when she saw the name on the sign: Shadow of Lilim.
Very few people knew that it was the name of a Demon Lord, but rumors whispered in the shadows that the establishment was run by lust demons. Despite such rumors, the brothel remained in business, largely because it was common knowledge that the city’s influential figures—including the late former Lord—frequented the place.
"To think you were working here..."
"I-is that a problem?"
Hilda shook her head, reassuring the flustered Jaejin. Though the intent behind his question and her answer seemed slightly misaligned, Hilda didn't catch the nuance and simply knocked on the door.
"Is anyone there?"
There was no answer. She tried the handle, but the door wouldn't budge. Not believing the boy would lie to her, Hilda thought for a moment before arriving at a likely conclusion.
"Have you been abandoned...?"
It was his first day, and he had caused a massive scene with his very first customer—a noble, no less. No brothel would overlook that. They were in the service industry, and wealthy nobles moved based on word of mouth.
Seeing Jaejin hanging his head beside her, Hilda quickly offered an alternative.
"For now, let's go to my lodgings and get you warmed up. You can rest first, and we'll think about what to do next. Come on, follow me."
Led by Hilda’s hand, Jaejin left the back alley and walked toward the city center where her inn was located.
His somewhat embarrassing outfit was hidden under the coat she had given him, but the overall look was still awkward. Jaejin kept his head down, stealing glances at Hilda’s back as they walked.
Her lodgings were pristine, a clear step up in quality from the inn where Vivian had stayed. As his cold body adjusted to the warm indoor air, Jaejin’s face flushed.
Hilda, whose face was equally red, fanned herself with her hand as she led Jaejin to her room.
"Shall we start with your injuries?"
Jaejin’s hands, feet, and knees were slightly scraped. The bleeding had stopped, but the wounds still stung. Seeing this, she chanted a short spell.
Divine magic provided healing to all races except monsters, meaning even a Majin or a member of the Demon Race could receive its grace without their identity being revealed.
Hilda let out a sigh of relief only after watching the wounds knit together and heal instantly. She then scanned Jaejin’s appearance and spoke.
"Next, you should wash up... You can do that on your own, right?"
Based on his looks alone, she felt like she ought to help him bathe, but now that she knew he was an adult, she couldn't—and shouldn't—do that.
After Jaejin nodded and headed into the bathroom, Hilda lay on the bed, worrying about the poor boy’s future.
He had started working at a brothel for some unfortunate reason, only to be fired on his very first day. His future looked dreadfully bleak.
She had no obligation to help a stranger like Jaejin any further, but her duty as a knight—and a strange fluttering in her heart—pushed her to act.
His hand... it was so small and soft...
Growing up as an only child, she had always wanted a younger brother. She hated feeling left out when her noble friends or classmates at the academy chatted away about their siblings.
In that sense, this small boy was exactly to Hilda’s liking. He felt like the spitting image of the ideal younger brother she had always dreamed of. How many times had she imagined a brother like him following her around?
As the memory of his touch lingered on her hand, Hilda felt a wave of embarrassment.
What on earth am I thinking?
To project an imaginary brother onto a man she had just met and let her fantasies run wild... She blushed, realizing she was indulging in thoughts unbecoming of both a lady and a knight.
Yet, strangely, her heart pounded, her body felt hot, and she couldn't stop picturing his face. Her scandalous imagination began to spiral out of control.
Furthermore, the realization that she was alone in an inn room with a man added fuel to the fire, sending her thoughts racing into dangerous territory.
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Around that time, Jaejin, who was washing up, was debating how to handle the situation. He couldn't just betray her kindness and run away, but explaining everything risked exposing his identity.
He wondered if he could weave a story convincing enough to avoid detection while mixing truths and lies. Above all, the act of repaying her grace with deception felt wrong.
But... I have no choice...
Though he lived a debauched life steeped in pleasure, the burden on his shoulders was clear. It was only thanks to his unique abilities that he didn't feel the weight of it, but Jaejin’s body was vital to everyone in the Lust Demon Race.
Having decided on a general direction for his story, Jaejin dried himself and changed into one of her shirts. Since he had nothing else to wear, he had to stay in this outfit until she could find him new clothes.
When he stepped out of the bathroom, he saw Hilda lying on the bed. Her long frame was slender yet curvaceous in all the right places, with signs of physical training visible here and there.
"Um, Miss Hilda...? Are you alright?"
She didn't even notice Jaejin had come out; she was simply groaning on the bed. Her face was flushed and slick with sweat, and her body was visibly radiating heat as if she had caught a fever.
She squirmed and shifted her weight. For some reason, the way she huddled and moved felt... erotic. It was as if she were in heat, on the verge of exploding from uncontrollable sexual desire.
This observation came from the vast experience Jaejin had accumulated with women, and the more he observed her condition, the more his instincts told him he was right.
Her hot exhalations, ragged breathing, flushed face, and the way she curled up like a shrimp while wedging one arm between her legs and twisting her body—it could only be seen as masturbation.
Jaejin couldn't tear his eyes away from the display of excitement and confusion radiating from a virgin who had never properly handled her own desires.
"Hngh... Haah... Haa-ah...♡"
Was her body particularly sensitive? Every time she rubbed her forearm against her crotch through her trousers, a moan escaped her lips, gradually growing louder.
Even when she had tried it naked before, she had never felt much, but for some reason, even the friction through her clothes felt uncontrollably good right now.
"Haaah♡ I'm... I'm going...♡"
Hilda let out a cry that sounded like a young girl’s, her toes curling as her body jolted several times. It didn't take long for her to realize that this was a climax brought on by self-pleasure.
As her reason slowly returned, she realized why her female classmates always spoke so highly of this "vulgar" act. At the same time, she belatedly noticed that the sound of running water from the bathroom had stopped.
Turning her head toward the bathroom, Hilda’s eyes met Jaejin’s, who was staring blankly at her.
"O-oh? Uh, when did you come out...?"
"Ten minutes... ago..."
Ten minutes. He had seen everything from the moment she became so absorbed in her own pleasure that she couldn't hear her surroundings. He had seen her twisting her body obscenely, pleasuring herself, and climaxing while letting out such lewd moans.
"A-ah...!!"
Too shocked to even speak, she clutched her head and sank into despair. It was all over. Her honor as a knight, her conduct as a lady, her dignity as a human being—all of it.
Yet, even in her state of despair, her eyes were scanning Jaejin’s freshly bathed body. Through the gaps in the fingers covering her face, she peered with a lingering gaze at the fair-skinned boy wearing nothing but her shirt.
Then, Hilda saw it. Something she had never seen before in her life. A small, cute thing that women didn't have was peeking through the half-open shirt.
Seeing Hilda’s lewd gaze fixed on him as if she were enchanted, Jaejin thought that this might be a cowardly but effective chance to gloss over his explanation.
If there was one thing Jaejin could boast about, it was his experience with women. Dealing with a human virgin who had never been in a relationship was not a difficult task for him.
Hilda crawled to the edge of the bed, and Jaejin slowly approached her. Her snow-white hand reached out, lifted the shirt, and grasped the small thing nestled between his legs.
As she lightly squeezed the cute, small mushroom, Jaejin’s body flinched, and a weak moan escaped him. Excited and intrigued by his fresh reaction, she gently took the whole thing into her palm and began to knead it softly.
Jaejin’s moans grew louder, and the sensation of the soft, spongy tissue, combined with the powerful allure of touching a Lust Demon’s genitals, sent Hilda—who had just climaxed—into a state of heat far more intense than before.
"Does it feel good when I touch it like this? Should I do it more?"
Naturally, having no way of knowing Jaejin’s actual sexual experience, she assumed he was a beginner just like her and slowly took the lead.
Without realizing how wrong it was to be fondling a man’s genitals on the day they met, she moved her hand faster and faster until her clothes were stained by the semen Jaejin sprayed out.
The fishy scent of the thick liquid... It was on a completely different level of intensity compared to the smell of chestnut flowers in full bloom, instantly capturing Hilda’s sense of smell.
While Jaejin’s cock was "clumsy" enough to be easily brought to ejaculation even by someone like Hilda, who was seeing a male organ for the first time, his semen was different. It pulsed with pheromones designed to seduce females, its scent and taste perfectly optimized for women.
"This... it smells so good... A man’s semen has such a wonderful scent... Lick. And it’s incredibly delicious..."
The massive aphrodisiac effect added to the experience was something even Hilda, with her title as a Royal Knight, couldn't resist. It heated her body to the core, stripping away the last of her rationality.
The charm Jaejin had unintentionally cast shattered her sense of chastity, making her willing to throw away the virginity she had guarded so carefully for the sake of the unknown pleasure before her.
"Hey... don't you want to do something feel-good with me?"
Hilda proposed the transgression, her face completely melted and intoxicated by the scent of his semen.
Even though he knew this was a deception born from hiding his identity and nature, Jaejin found it impossible to refuse the proposal of this elegant beauty.