Level 7 - Strengthen (12): The Regressor's Curry Devotion
"S-Sorry! That was too sudden of me, wasn't it?"
"Nah. Honestly, it was the perfect angle and line."
I had to give credit where it was due. Maybe because we're acquaintances in the future, but she nailed my tastes spot-on.
That said, why were her panties soaked? Did she masturbate before I got here?
"Everything's great, but feed me first. Save that for after dinner."
"Yay!"
"Why are you so thrilled? I'm the one getting rewarded."
"Ah... I'm just hungry! I love eating! And since you were coming over, I prepared dinner ahead of time!"
Fair enough—it was about that time to get hungry. I didn't care what it was, but instant ramen would do just fine.
With that in mind, I stepped inside, only to spot a mountain of dirty dishes piled up in the kitchen.
"...What's that?"
"Dishes!"
"You don't usually do them?"
"I did them this morning?"
"Then what's that?"
"They piled up while making dinner!"
Something was seriously off here. Sure, I couldn't cook to save my life and lived off ramen five days a week, but even I knew this was messed up.
"...And what's that bag?"
"Food waste?"
I knew it was a food waste bag. But why was it the massive size you rarely see in homes, stuffed to the brim with pitch-black gunk?
"No way that's from just today, right?"
"Yep!"
One thing was crystal clear: this girl couldn't cook.
I could've whipped up something from an online recipe without turning the kitchen into a disaster zone. This was next-level bad.
"What's for dinner tonight?"
"Curry!"
"Huh... well, the end result looks fine, at least."
The smell and color were spot-on. Even the ingredients in the curry were chopped to an eerily uniform size. Her knife skills were pro-level.
"Did you screw up other dishes and pivot to curry?"
"......"
She averted her eyes. Yeah, no one screws up curry that bad.
Relieved by her reaction, I grabbed a spoon and took a bite.
"Not bad at all. Tastes perfectly normal—good, even."
"R-Really?"
"You didn't try it?"
"I did, but I eat anything, so... People often say it's inedible when I think it's fine."
She said taste-testing was pointless for her since her standards were so low.
Then just don't cook, problem solved.
"C-Cooking's basic wife material! I even pack my own lunches!"
"Wife material? Out of nowhere?"
"Ah...."
What the hell was she trying to say?
Hungry as I was, I shoveled more curry into my mouth. That's when I noticed the lumps poking out of that food waste bag were the same size as the curry ingredients.
"Hey, no way all that failed stuff in there is for this curry, right?"
"......"
She looked away—not denial, but embarrassment at getting called out.
What the hell? All this chaos for two bowls of curry?
Then it hit me as I ate and she watched with sparkling eyes.
She made it for me. Waited till my off-time by cooking on purpose since I was coming over. Knew she'd fail a ton but kept at it early just for me. All to feed me her homemade food.
And her panties were soaked earlier too...
She was making it this obvious. Only an idiot wouldn't notice.
She liked me. Well, the future me, but that extended to present me too...
"S-rank should be fine, right?"
Last time I told the others to only bring in new S-ranks or higher. Sure, her S-rank was level-based, so level 9 Yi Gongju might be an exception...
But ditching a girl who regressed from the future to help me? Felt wrong.
"Pardon?"
"Nothing. Curry's great. Thanks for the effort—appreciate it."
"Hehe...."
She had this simple side to her. During that briefing, she seemed all intellectual.
Anyway, having a pretty girl with a liking trait fawn over me—even in her weak spots—was damn satisfying. If the result sucked, I'd say so, but it was solid.
"Future Mr. Park Eunhyuk absolutely forbade me from cooking..."
"Means you've improved that much. I'm brutally honest—no bullshit. This curry's good."
"Haa...."
I polished off every last bite of the curry she served me. Sipping water, I waited for her to finish, but she just stared at me blankly mid-bite.
Did she eat already?
"What's up?"
"Still the sa— I mean, nothing. You finished eating?"
"Yeah. Hit the spot. Next time, my treat. Any favorite foods? I'll take you somewhere proper..."
"No, I prefer you cook for me?"
I couldn't cook. She knew that—why ask?
Well, she could cook too, sort of, which is why she made curry.
"Best I can do is ramen... Should I learn?"
"I'd love to eat your ramen. Can I ask next time?"
"Ramen anytime."
"Hehe...."
She beamed, stood, and hugged me tight—whispering it wasn't a dream.
Makes sense. Regressing through hell would do that.
"Sometimes I'm scared. What if real me's captured by the Women's Rights Committee, and this happy illusion's just to extract info...? Ah, sorry. No need to say that."
"Yeah, pretty shitty of it."
"Pardon?"
"Ah, my bad. What'd I say? Oh, your pussy's been soaking wet waiting for me—that's the shitty part."
Too abrupt? Nah, wasn't trying that hard to deflect anyway.
Snapping out of her daze, she smirked, grasping my intent, and took my hand.
"That's sexual harassment, you know?"
"Real harassment was flashing that soaked panty at the door, skirt hiked up, pussy practically visible."
"I-I did!?"
"No self-awareness, huh..."
She was focused on cooking seriously. Might not have noticed how wet she got just thinking of me.
"Bed? Or bathroom?"
"B-Bathroom!"
Heading in, she stripped off her panties—face flushing crimson at the sight. Strands of her arousal stretched lewdly from the fabric.
Couldn't hold back...
"First time? Since regressing."
"Yes...."
"Gotta be gentle, then."
She was soaked enough for her panties, but tearing her hymen deserved extra care.
I gripped Yi Gongju's head gently, drawing my face to hers. As I neared, she leaned in, kissing me softly.
Sharing the same curry made the taste unremarkable. But chasing her fleeing tongue, sucking it down? Fun as hell.
Weak spot, apparently—every successful tangle had her squirming away.
"Where you going?"
"Pwah... haah, haah... M-My heart's gonna burst... It's my first kiss!"
"First? Not even in the future?"
"No...."
They seemed close—I figured they'd gone that far. She liked me, but no physical relationship? Unexpected.
"Honestly, I said I get the reward, but you deserve it more."
"M-Me!?"
"Now I see how hard you've worked. You've come this far alone. Makes me wanna give back."
"...I-I'm happy just getting sex like this! So..."
She hiked her skirt again. No panties now—her smooth pussy winked, drooling nectar.
Temptress skills confirmed: total regressor.
I laid her down, flipping her skirt to bare her navel. Stroking her belly softly, I dove between her thighs, licking her pussy long and slow.
"Hyaah♡ W-Wait! Licking there's new too...! Hii♡ Huuht♡"
"Good reaction."
Even the giver gets a thrill. Unfamiliar territory, but today I needed to repay her.
If she'd demanded something, no way. But slaving over food she sucked at, just to treat me? No demands for her own pleasure—just service.
When someone's that devoted, you want to give back.
"Clit's hard. Felt good, huh?"
"O-Obviously."
I sucked her clit like a nipple. She wailed, hips bucking. I caressed the raised arch, piling on stimulation.
"Haat♡ Hiiik♡ Cumming♡ Cumminggg♡ Haaak! Hyaawk♡ M-Master...! Haak♡ Haht♡"
"Not a flood of juices, but sensitivity's off the charts? Way too quick, even for clit play. I'm not that good..."
"W-Weird? Pent-up frustration?"
She knew the real reason. And she said "Master" mid-climax?
Recalled her mentioning a "Master" saved her from the Women's Rights Committee.
"So, who's your Master?"
"Ah, ah! Sorry! Slipped out!"
"Who's your Master?"
Why dodge? Even mid-sex, she clamped her mouth shut, eyes averted.
Future stuff—why hide it so hard?
"No choice. Say it."
Do It For Me
"My Master's... Park Eunhyuk."
She bowed her head, avoiding my gaze—like spilling a hated secret. Couldn't fathom why the overreaction. No kiss even?
"For real?"
"Ch-Check with your trait if you want. It's true..."
"Slave, huh..."
Made sense—we'd met way further in the future. My harem was maxed; no more deep bonds. Slaves let me expand without strings.
"One check: Future Master-me aside, no one else?"
"O-Obviously. Think he'd allow it? Trait if you want..."
"Nah, faster way."
Only if she was truly mine. She'd be a cumdump then, trained to my tastes. No trait needed.
"Cum. Cum and prove your purity!"
I slapped my dick on her lower belly. Wet smacks drew moans from her lips, nectar from her pussy—gushing hard.
Ah, a slutty body climaxing from Master's cock knocking her womb from outside. Definitely one of mine.