I Had No Choice But to Strip the Rain-Soaked Woman
Han Do-yoon examined the collapsed Isana's body. She was drenched from the rain, her skin ice-cold, her complexion pale. It was only natural. Isana was still just an ordinary human. No modern Earthling could endure unscathed in a place like this jungle.
He carried her to the spot warmed by the campfire.
Guess I'll have to strip her clothes off too.
Wet clothes robbed the body of heat as the moisture evaporated. It could even be life-threatening if not handled right. Without hesitation, he peeled off her crop top.
Oh.
Her womanly, full breasts and slender waist came into view. He had no choice but to remove her bra too, revealing pink-tinged nipples that stole his gaze... He fought the urge to bite down hard as he moved his hands lower.
Next came the lower half. Stripping off those tight jeans was no easy task. He unzipped them with a zzzip, struggling to pull them down to her knees. His own stamina was spent, so he took a brief rest.
Huh?
Somehow, he'd ended up hugging her from behind. His own clothes were soaked too, so he stripped them off as well. Perhaps from the heat of his body against hers, a sweet sound escaped Isana's lips.
"Ngh... Hnng."
Even unconscious, her body instinctively clung to him for warmth. Had they ever been this intimate? He couldn't recall. Gently pushing away Isana—who acted like a cat refusing to let go—he removed her pants. Long, pale legs stretched out before him.
Unconsciously, Han Do-yoon ran his hand from the back of her knee, up the rear of her thigh, to her ass. The soft, pleasing texture reignited his long-forgotten arousal.
Am I hard?
How long had it been since he'd last gotten erect? He felt the itch in his lower body, the throbbing liquid leaking out. And Isana seemed the same—sticky fluid seeped from her black panties, wetting his lower half with her juices.
Without thinking, he reached out and scooped some up. Then he tasted it.
If he had the Predatory Emotion skill, its components would have appeared right away, but since he hadn't entered the tower yet, no skill message popped up.
Tasteless.
Yet he wanted to drink more. Like a wanderer in the desert finding an oasis, or a hiker midway up a steep mountain stumbling upon a spring—he craved to devour her fiercely.
He pulled off her panties. How to make the water flow? Even if he'd never paid much attention to women, he knew that much. He brought his hand to the fountain between her legs, stimulating the protruding nub.
He rubbed it. Not too fast—just enough vibration without frictional heat.
"Hik... Hic, haa... Haaang!"
Her sweet cries reached climax in no time. A light spurt erupted from the fountain. He brought his drenched fingers to his mouth. An inexplicable thirst was quenched.
Should've used my mouth instead of my hand.
Han Do-yoon slyly rubbed his erect cock against Isana's ass.
Should I thrust in? No.
Isana was talent destined to become his companion. Using her body just to satisfy his lust would poison their future relationship. Unless she wanted it, of course.
But... it won't wear out here.
They faced each other, embracing. He placed her on top of his lap. Her breasts pressed against his face. Burying himself there, he bit hard into her strawberry-like nipple.
"Ah, aang!"
Meanwhile, he rocked his hips. No insertion—just rubbing against her entrance. His glans grazed her crotch. The warm, soft sensation brought pleasure crashing in soon enough.
"Ugh!"
"Hik!"
Splurt! Spluuurt!
Semen that couldn't enter her pussy soiled Isana's body. Splurt, splurt! He ground against her crotch until the last drops were squeezed out. Each time, warm liquid soaked his lower half.
"Haa... Haa."
"Heuk, heuk..."
Similar moans escaped their lips. Han Do-yoon felt intense fatigue and flopped backward. Isana's body collapsed atop him.
She's warm.
Unintentionally, her body had heated up too. He'd prevented hypothermia. He pulled over the broad leaves he'd prepared as a blanket and covered her.
Sudden exhaustion hitting me.
He hugged her tightly. The space under the leaves grew even cozier.
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Isana woke first from sleep. Han Do-yoon regained his senses first. More precisely, he grasped the situation first.
"Kyaaak!"
To hear such a girlish scream from the future Sword God... She tried to scramble away in a hurry but stepped on the leaves and fell back onto him.
Cough! She pounded her chest hard, coughing violently.
"Ah!"
"Cough! Cough!"
With her crotch fully exposed as she coughed, Isana hurriedly grabbed her clothes and started dressing. Han Do-yoon watched before speaking.
"I didn't do anything."
"Y-You! I'm reporting you to the police!"
"I told you, nothing happened. And does this look like Earth to you?"
"What do you...?"
He pointed to the distant tower. It was an impossible structure on Earth—one piercing the atmosphere, linking to space.
"Didn't you struggle in this forest? Then you should know—this isn't Earth."
From what Han Do-yoon guessed, Isana hadn't arrived in the Tower World yesterday. At least a few days. She'd wandered this forest without heading to the tower. Why? He didn't know. Maybe beasts, maybe a raging river forcing her back. Reasons varied, and since he'd met her after she'd already earned the title of Sword God, he knew little of her early days.
Honestly, even as comrades who'd climbed to the 99th floor together, were they close? Hard to say. He'd been busy eating anything to analyze it, often lost to side effects. They trusted each other to fulfill their roles and said little. That was it. Even when they drank the elixir he'd made on the 99th floor and met that fate—it stemmed from that.
"S-So it really isn't Earth?"
"That's what I figured."
"That doesn't mean you rape a collapsed woman! You psycho!"
Recalling last night, his lower body twitched with renewed vigor.
"What I did was rescue work... There's blood on your crotch—are you hurting? Looks like my size could slide right in without issue."
"Cover that thing up!"
"I hadn't gotten hard in ages, so my confidence is back... Anyway, nothing happened. Just body heat exchange."
They'd exchanged fluids too, but whatever. Isana huffed, then focused on the sensation in her lower abdomen... She'd heard it hurt the first time, and that size surely would've left pressure if it had gone in.
Did he really just save me?
She rummaged through her memories. Her mind had been foggy, but one thing was clear: she'd been soaked and coming down with a cold.
If he'd left me like that, I'd be...
"I-I'm... sorry, I insulted my benefactor."
"Quick on the uptake. Whatever. Come warm up by the fire. Your color's still bad."
She hesitated, then sat by the dying embers. Still wary of the stranger, they faced each other. Han Do-yoon stoked the flames, steering toward natural conversation.
I know her name, but pretending not to is tough.
"Name?"
"...Isana."
"Han Do-yoon, 24."
"21."
"How long you been here?"
"Third day today, I think?"
No formal speech from her.
"How'd you end up here?"
Isana avoided his gaze.
"...Dunno."
He didn't know how she'd come here either. But he had guesses: fleeing harsh reality, bitter failure after effort, or suicidal despair. One of those led her to the tower. Because that was the common thread for everyone in this world. Him included. Everyone he'd met here.
The tower... hell for the escaped.
Those fallen into hell (the tower) yearned for heaven (Earth). They paid in hell to reclaim lost chances. Asking how one ended up in the tower was like probing an intelligent being's complexes.
Han Do-yoon decided not to dig deeper. The last question was just a stepping stone for natural flow—anyone meeting here would wonder the same.
"...You? How'd you get here?"
Caught off-guard by her counter, he paused briefly. But no reason to lie. It was decades ago now.
"Discharged from the army, traveled with my savings. Came back to find Dad drunk, stabbed Mom and my sibling, then himself. House burned too. After the funeral, I was here."
"...Wait, that—"
Isana's eyes widened—she knew it. The incident had topped every community for a while.
"Guess I should offer hollow condolences."
"Nah. Just remembering your body against mine is comfort enough."
"...Psycho. I'll report you if I get out!"
Yeah, I hope you return to this world someday. He prayed inwardly and continued.
"Know anything about that tower?"
"Nope."
"I'm heading there. River flows that way too. Can't be pointless—probably a civilized city."
"Solid reasoning."
After a moment, Isana continued.
"...Mind if I come along?"
She needed someone to rely on. Acting tough, but those three days alone in the forest had been terrifyingly lonely. Any man—even Han Do-yoon—brought relief.
Don't wanna wander this darkening forest solo.
Han Do-yoon mulled her words. Long-forgotten memories resurfaced.
Baggy gray uniform, tightly cinched belt. Weapons spread on the shore. She'd stepped on the sea, slashing falling meteors from space. Backed by the purple night sky, she'd said:
-That potion you made... damn effective. Helped me complete the Formless Sword Realm. Temporary power borrowed from a drug, but experiencing that state? Worth it.
To him sprawled on his ass, she'd offered not a sword, but her hand.
-So let's climb the tower together from now on.
...A memory dulled by potion haze.
"Why? Problem?"
Snapped from reverie, he replied.
"None. We've seen each other naked anyway."
"Can you... drop that? Even if that's who we are..."
"Yeah, I crossed the line... Let's go now you're alert. Better move while the sun's up."
The moment they rose from the embers.
Like orthostatic hypotension, Isana pitched forward. He caught her just in time. She'd fainted again in that split second. Her pulse was weak.
Stamina's tanked hard. Makes sense—no proper rest or food for three days, chaos last night, and that cold too.
Her glamorous faint hadn't helped her poor condition. He laid her by the warm spot and built up the fire.
So much for reaching the city today. Looked like another day here.