Still Dripping With Seed
Only when it finally went soft did Isana slump down in satisfaction. Checking if she'd fainted or passed out, she met my eyes with steady breaths, huff huff. As I fiddled with her lower belly, globs of my seed mixed with her juices oozed out, all sticky and viscous. I savored her soft body with my fingertips. Well-toned muscles in place, twitching thighs, heaving breasts, nipples peaked like mountains... and those pink lips. It was only when my fingers brushed there that Isana showed real resistance. Huff huff, after a long, deep breath, she pushed herself up. Her moon-round ass swayed right in front of me. The fluids trickling down between her legs caught the moonlight and gleamed.
"...I'll head out first. Got some thinking to do."
Just like that, Isana turned cold, as if our intense fuck session had never happened.
What did I do wrong?
As she hurriedly dressed, I stared blankly before pulling her into a hug. The rough fabric of her training robes scraped against my skin.
"...If you hated it and I forced you, I'm sorry."
"No, it's not that. Just..."
Isana felt the strength in my tight embrace anew, curiosity stirring about this man's mindset. We'd given in to lust under the aphrodisiac's influence, but it hadn't resolved the rift between us. The woman had been killed, the man had done the killing.
...But now, none of that mattered. We'd decided to chalk it up to a mistake, it was in the past anyway—or rather, something that hadn't even happened yet.
If anything, it was our fault too, for desperately relying on the alchemist until we reached that deranged 'state.'
What matters at this point...
Reclaiming her body from the vision of the Sword God only she could see, Isana voiced the question that had gnawed at her.
"What do you plan to do?"
"About what?"
"...It's a temporary return, right?"
Han Do-yoon's hidden secret. A piercing question hitting the core of what he hadn't wanted to voice aloud. My body froze at her words. Isana's warm embrace suddenly felt ice-cold.
"In the end..."
Her reaction unleashed emotions she'd bottled up for days.
"You're going back in the end! After doing this to me here! After being so sweet to me!"
She exploded in anger even as tears streamed down her cheeks.
"What am I supposed to do once you're gone? What the hell am I supposed to do from now on?!"
Isana had wondered that all along, piecing it together from the Sword God's memories of teaching her the blade. History didn't change in the Tower World. Even reliving childhood memories through 'return.' Even regressing to her idol trainee days. Even fixing the worst parts of her past through 'return.'
...Once the fixed time elapsed, everything snapped back to the original timeline.
"Ugh..."
Her words hit like a blindside. I'd only thought of myself... The 'reality' of perishing on floor 99 hadn't changed. A temporary return granted for 10 years. Once that time ran out, I'd plunge back into a hell deeper than any abyss.
Everything happening now was just a mental victory to ignore that unbearable reality. Apologizing to my companions? Meaningless.
...To me, it was no different from a fake virtual reality made just for myself. This encounter wasn't from the original timeline. It wasn't even past history.
The only thing with value was buying time to redesign the Elixir recipe from scratch. Everything else? Worthless.
Isana pulled away from my arms. Tears welling, she grabbed the nape of the neck of the man who'd killed her.
"Answer me! Han Do-yoon! You selfish bastard! As long as you're satisfied... what about me?!"
My face drained white. As I gasped and flailed, she roughly claimed my lips. Not a kiss to stoke desire—this was her biting and tearing, hard enough to hurt. Crimson blood sprayed, staining her face.
"Answer me! What's your plan! You gonna just fuck me senseless and leave? When are you going back?!"
"Gah, hack... Isana! I'm sorry!"
Unable to hold back her rage, Isana shoved me away. Under her icy glare, I reluctantly decided to spill the truth. Hiding it now would just make things awkward between us. We had 9 years left—no way I wanted some melodramatic soap opera bullshit.
"...Roughly 9 years and 11 months."
"10 years? Starting from the day we met?"
"Yeah."
Maybe because it was a decent chunk of time, her heaving chest finally calmed. Isana caught her breath and continued.
"...Plenty of time to fuck me raw, huh."
"N-no, that wasn't the plan from the start."
"Shut up. I need to think."
She muttered to herself, lost in thought. Then suddenly, she pointed her sword tip at me.
"Half-dragon female heat induction... You've already fucked Karia too, haven't you?"
Her words brought back the most embarrassing day of my life, forcing me to retrace my memories.
...We'd just cleared floor 10. The party members I'd teamed up with had gotten caught in the unintended 'side effect' too, turning our brief alliance sticky and intimate in no time.
"Can I call you boss from now on, Han Do-yoon sir!"
"...Nah, let's pretend we don't know each other."
Still, one thing bugged me. I had to ask before we parted.
"Who'd you hear the rumors about me from?"
"Pardon? Oh, that. Some dwarf at an inn called Choice."
...Lighter lips than I'd thought. Probably survived when he was supposed to die challenging the tower at this point. I'd shove him up there soon enough.
"Take care... stay healthy!"
After parting with the party, Isana and I were alone again. They'd crashed our talk mid-conversation, so we hadn't shared future plans. She seemed calmed down now, looking tired as she spoke.
"...First off, I need a shower. Your cum's still dripping out."
"The Thousand-Year Prison made me stickier than before."
"Not in the mood for jokes... You have no idea how my thighs stick and slap together every step."
"Can't know since you cleaned me up."
"Ughhh... How'd we end up like this."
I gave Isana's ass a light smack as I passed.
"...We've got time, so let's do our own things and take it easy. Took me 20 years solo to hit 99, so together from the start? 5 years should do it."
"And after?"
"Let's not think that far. Even I don't know what breaking 100 does at this point."
Isana suddenly ripped her training pants straight up the middle, turning them into a skirt.
"Why tear perfectly good clothes?"
"Nah, just felt tacky. Can't believe I used to wear this."
Her top was a long-sleeved martial robe, leaving her basically bottomless. I slowly took in her look... It felt like the slutty Isana and the Sword God Isana had merged into one.
"...Didn't the sudden influx of foreign memories confuse you?"
Bringing up the sensitive topic, Isana clicked her tongue.
"Confusing as hell... Feels like there's another me in my head. Right now, it looks like she's arm-in-arm with you next to me."
"She wasn't the clingy type..."
"Must've lost it after tasting dick."
"Tasting dick? What're you on about?"
"...Nothing, just a joke. Forget it."
I let it slide as requested and continued.
"My ultimate goal is remaking the Elixir. This is just prep work."
"...Figured as much. It definitely worked, after all."
Isana recalled the euphoria from that 'failed product.'
...Poisonous, sure, but effective. We'd bulldozed floor 99 on it.
Was it really a failure, though?
Maybe not—just tainted. The alchemist might've lost his mind in the process. No expertise in potions, so nothing to say. If that was Han Do-yoon's endgame and the key beyond 99, she'd support it.
"Me..."
Isana eyed the Sword God grinning and clinging to his arm... Wonder where that reed-chewing, nonsense-spouting bitch went.
"...I need to track down traces of the Rule Breaker."
"Ah... that legend."
The Tower World wasn't some newbie world a year or two old. Over eons, powerhouses like Sword God Isana had risen. Among them... those who'd supposedly conquered the tower. No proof they'd actually done it—just rumors and speculation. First Blade, Pope of the Star, Orion, and Rule Breaker—Shin Tae-jun. As the name suggested, he seemed East Asian, so Isana was obsessed. Word was he was a martial artist who'd hunted dragons plaguing the world back then, led weaklings struggling on floor 1 upward, and reset the world... a sage.
"Doubt there's anything amazing even if I find his traces."
"How d'you think I felt, watching you chase that sliver of hope with the Elixir?"
"You just quietly cheered me on, seems like."
I nodded. If chasing Rule Breaker's traces was what Isana wanted, I'd back her.
"What about the others? You've already tapped Karia, so probably pulling her in."
"...Gonna play it by ear."
Our companions weren't just Isana and Karia. No guarantee I'd snag them all, and forcing early meetings might butterfly away their future selves.
"No rush anyway—we all end up in the same place eventually."
"Yeah..."
Isana looked up. Dusk was falling. Floor 10 was dim, and night crept over the tower.
"Hey... it's getting dark. Where we crashing?"
Missing her implication, I replied coolly.
"Ah, gotta prep for the alchemist exam. Might be basic, but I haven't memorized all the recipes in my head yet, so I need to study a bit..."
She tsked at my obliviousness, crossing her arms.
"...I've been through hell lately, so stay with me tonight."
The next day, we headed to the Heavenly Tower for the alchemist exam. Evelyn, her mana circles not yet recovered, sent her familiar along... a fox draped over my shoulders like a scarf, guiding us through the sub-tower.
-That's the Celestial Telescope on the ceiling, the pride of the Heavenly Tower... I explained last time how it's the tower for alchemists and astronomers, right? Anyway, alchemy and astronomy are inseparable.
I squinted up through the tower's glass floor at the telescope... A girl in a skirt would make a nice view.
It's still there...
Back when I'd just started down the alchemist path as an apprentice—work-eat-fuck-sleep routine—an unfortunate accident had shattered that telescope. Designed by a genius whose name would echo through Tower World history, no one could recreate it for 20 years... leading to poor star tracking and more disasters. One was the flawed Elixir production.
Any way to protect that telescope?
...I knew nothing about that incident back then. No access now anyway, so couldn't intervene. As a total newbie event, I didn't even know the exact timing.
Regretfully eyeing the telescope, Evelyn's explanation continued.
-Seeing you stare like that, you noticed from here, huh? Similar to my work, right?
No, unless I had elf eyes, I couldn't make out fine details from this distance. I shut my mouth to listen.
-...Actually, it's my master's work. My teacher taught me.
That added one more task to my list for this timeline: snag design hints or protect it.
-Reading the stars means reading energy flows. Countless stars in the night sky reveal which materials peak that day... Top alchemists in prime condition obsess over stars to craft their best work.
I knew those folks' fates. In the Tower World, star obsession equaled staring into the abyss. Blessings from outer gods—not the tower's 'stars'—which was just a pact with devils.
...The day Sword God Isana awakened the Formless Sword Realm, slicing countless falling 'stars' from the sky? No mere trial. She'd repelled invading outer gods. In exchange, she gained that sword and realm—and I got...
-I'll teach you star-reading later. Exam first.
...I had no clue then. That the telescope 'still' intact would herald what future.