EP.15 Level 3 - Too Scary~ (7)
"Huh?"
The book hit the floor with a dull thud, snapping me back to reality. I must have dozed off. Come to think of it, when did I even leave the office?
"My memory's been so foggy lately."
Was it the stress of my Trait refusing to climb to Level 8? I caught myself idly fondling my chest—still stuck at the same size because my Trait had plateaued. It really had been half a year since I'd hit this wall. The fear that I might never reach A-rank was starting to feel very real.
"Hmm?"
Even the title of the book that had just fallen was completely unfamiliar. The giant "Not for sale to minors" warning on the cover also felt strangely ominous.
"Even So, I Love You?"
Had I actually bought something like this? I read the occasional romance comic or novel, but this one didn't ring any bells. Maybe my patchy memory had made me forget buying it altogether?
"Everything in the world has cause and effect…"
Driven by curiosity, I opened the book and started reading. Another world seemed to unfold before my eyes. It was the story of a frail, sickly man and the woman who fell in love with him.
At first I felt deeply uncomfortable that the protagonist was male. After all, men were a cursed race, born as punishment for women who hadn't lived virtuously. That was common knowledge. So inserting a man into what should have been a beautiful love story between two women felt incredibly jarring.
"W-wait…"
But as the story progressed, their love deepened. By the time they shared their first long kiss, I found myself thinking, just a little, that it was rather beautiful. Yet afterward the man's condition only worsened. Before long, my discomfort at the male protagonist was completely swallowed by worry over his failing health.
Why wouldn't they give them a happy ending? That single question circled endlessly in my mind as I found myself sympathizing with both their present happiness and their inevitable sorrow.
The brief happiness didn't last. In the end the man was given a terminal prognosis and discharged. There was no point in life-prolonging treatment anymore.
"No… damn it."
The heartbreaking scene played out like a movie, and tears burst from my eyes. It was the first time I realized I could sympathize with a love story between a man and a woman. After all, just because men were born as punishment didn't mean any particular man had done anything wrong. And if he couldn't even remember his sins, could you really say he was guilty?
All the questions I'd always brushed aside came pouring out at once. The woman entering a dungeon with her weak Trait to earn money for his medical bills, only to return injured. The man begging her not to get hurt anymore, even offering to give up his own treatment. Their beautiful love left my head spinning.
"Wait… what?"
Hold on. What came after kissing? Was there more that couples in love did after kissing?
"What the hell is a 'lewd moan'…?"
I focused on the unfamiliar phrases and kept reading. After the man and woman kissed and made love, they suddenly began taking off their clothes and doing something I'd never seen before. The man lovingly caressed every inch of the woman's body. Caressing? Was that like a massage?
Anyway, every time their bodies intertwined, the woman let out happy moans and clung tightly to the man. Moans were supposed to be sounds of pain—how could they mean happiness? It felt like there was something I didn't know. Maybe it was a special setting unique to this story?
As they continued to mix their bodies, the text said the woman's pussy grew wet with sticky love juices and the man's cock grew bigger. What was love juice? And why would a cock get bigger? My head was full of questions, but I was too curious about what happened next to stop.
"Hiiik?"
He put that enlarged cock inside her pussy? But a pussy was where you peed from. I'd never even imagined putting something in there. Regardless of my shock, the two of them happily continued the act, eventually releasing something called semen into her womb.
A cock could shoot something besides pee? And besides a baby coming out of the womb, you could put things inside it?
"I-I really got too absorbed. It's just a novel, so they probably made up some weird setting."
Soon the woman became pregnant with the man's child through that semen. The man grew sicker and eventually passed away. The woman who remained raised his child alone while cherishing his memory. So that act had created the man's baby inside her?
"Ha… so this is what modern fantasy is like."
It was written so realistically that I almost wondered if such things actually existed. Without thinking much of it, I searched "pregnancy" on the internet. Maybe this kind of fantasy trope was standardized.
"That's strange?"
Something was off. I had expected the explanation to say that if a woman desperately wanted a child, good women would be given a daughter and bad women would be given a son. But no matter how I looked, the encyclopedia entries described exactly what I'd just read in the novel.
Worried the encyclopedia might be wrong, I searched all over the internet. Instead, the people saying what I believed were an extreme minority. Most sources claimed that through an act called "sex," a man and woman had a fifty percent chance of creating either a boy or girl. They even described it romantically—that the child was made from half the man and half the woman.
"Is this really true?"
It felt like I'd been hit in the head. I'd accepted it as common sense without the slightest doubt. What was going on? My chest felt tight, so I went to the living room for water. After gulping down a glass from the purifier, I finally felt my mind clear a little…
"Ugh?"
Suddenly a tingling sensation shot through my head like something had pierced it. Then, bit by bit, memories I hadn't been able to recall started surfacing.
The male manager I always harassed because he annoyed me. Park Eunhyuk, wasn't it? I remembered meeting him on the roof.
"Huh?"
That part seemed normal, but then the memory cut off. The next thing I knew, I was completely naked. Park Eunhyuk began carefully stroking my body. It looked exactly like the caressing I'd just read about in the novel.
I should have hated it, yet I didn't stop him. Instead I let out moans and felt small sparks of pleasure. So moaning wasn't just for pain—it could happen when something felt good. That was why the girl in the novel had moaned while mixing her body with the boy.
Even as I realized that, the fact that I had been the one doing those things made my face burn crimson.
"I… did that?"
It wasn't perfectly clear, but I distinctly remembered feeling pure happiness every time Park Eunhyuk smiled, spoke to me, and touched my body. What was this?
"Hngh?"
Just like in the novel, Park Eunhyuk's cock had entered my pussy. The happiness I'd felt during that act hammered at my brain. What was this? What the hell was this? Why had I forgotten something like this?
"Haaang!?"
Even the bubbling pleasure I'd felt when his semen flooded my womb was making my mind spin. What was this ecstasy? Why had I done that with him in the first place? In the novel it was something you did with someone you loved.
Time passed, and the next day we did the same thing again. Only this time I had grown used to accepting his cock. I even became more aggressive, exploring his body myself. Sometimes Park Eunhyuk would take photos of me and show them later. In every picture my eyes were completely melted with pleasure.
Actually, I didn't even need to see the photos. Every single moment of that pleasure and happiness was engraved in my mind.
"K-kiss?"
This memory was what finally cemented everything. No matter how ignorant I'd been about sex, I knew that kissing was something you did with someone you loved. Yet in my memory, I was kissing Park Eunhyuk and feeling overwhelming happiness.
There were more memories of us having sex after that, but the earlier ones were already enough to convince me. In those memories, I loved Park Eunhyuk.
Then why were these memories so fragmented?
"Lately my memories have been weird…"
When had I started liking him? When exactly had our relationship progressed to the point where we did those things? Nothing came to me. But one thing was certain: I had loved him, and I'd been happy kissing him and making a baby with him.
"So… I was experiencing that kind of love too."
I often read romance novels that dealt with love. Whenever I did, I would think how much I wanted that kind of deep, passionate love. Today had been the same. And yet it turned out I had already been living that love. Mixing our bodies, creating a baby, finding happiness in each and every movement.
Those memories must have been so happy that they were burned into my brain so deeply my whole body trembled just recalling them.
"Haaau♡"
The moment I became fully aware of those memories, just thinking about him made my body shake. Was this what it felt like to be in love? If so, I could finally understand why people in novels went crazy over it. Because… because…
"It feels this good?"
I collapsed to the floor and began touching myself. In my memory he had touched me right here. I traced every place his hands had been, savoring the traces of love he'd left on my body.
"Ahng♡ This♡ feels so strange♡"
Just imagining his touch while doing it myself made my head spin with pleasure. The floating sensation continued, and my body twisted and writhed. Then I realized my pussy had gotten wet.
"Hngh♡ It's so♡ wet down here…"
Recalling how his cock had entered my pussy, I pushed my fingers inside. But it wasn't enough. It was completely different from him.
"Need some help?"
For a moment I thought I heard his voice. Of course that was impossible. This was my apartment; I lived alone.
"Yes♡ I love you, so please shove your cock in here♡"
Even if no one was there, maybe saying it out loud was okay? If this was a dream, maybe he would really appear and mix his body with mine?
Right then, I felt the sensation of a cock tapping against my belly.
"Hik? Hiiiiik♡"
My mind went pure white. It was the cock of the man I loved. It was definitely his. Just tapping against me was enough to convey his love. I was lost in happiness, drifting through the clouds. This… this was true love.
"Haaauuu♡ I love you♡"
"Yeah, that's right, you little pussy slut."
Ah, I'm so happy♡