Colds Call for Suppositories
Stamina was not the sort of thing that came back just because you lay down and rested. Rest was second best. What mattered most was putting energy back in.
I need to find something to eat.
Fortunately, when it came to food in the Tower World, there was nothing Han Do-yoon did not know. Things he had never eaten here? He could count them on one hand. And he had a particular reason for taking pride in matters of the stomach.
The first skill he had ever gained in the Tower was Predatory Emotion—the ability to analyze a substance perfectly simply by eating it. On the strength of that skill he had stepped onto an alchemist's path: a trade of extracting the components of materials and combining them, part pharmacist and part scientist. He brewed potions from substances that existed only in the Tower World, made them his living, and climbed.
Walking that road, he came to learn of the potions of legend as well. Nectar, ambrosia, and Elixir—drinks said to belong to the gods. There was little to be found on nectar or ambrosia. Elixir, though, he hunted down information on, and he strained by every means he had to make it. In the course of that he ate everything this place was made of, and the result was the disaster of the 99th Layer. He was not joking. He had licked the outer wall from the Tower's first floor all the way to the ninety-ninth.
I won't find anything extraordinary in this forest. Still, there used to be plenty here that could fill a stomach.
He did not need anything extraordinary. For Isana as she was now, easily digested fruit or a mushroom or two would do. Apples were not hard to come by. The Tower World had been built as a place where people living inside a limited space could eat and get by. Put bluntly, no one starved to death here.
While I'm at it, I might as well make a simple stamina tonic.
She was close to the flu. A proper remedy seemed necessary. It was lucky she had run into an alchemist—what would have become of Isana otherwise? He found himself wondering how the original her had pushed through this ordeal.
She has the makings of the Sword God. Honestly, she might have gotten through just fine even without me.
He wandered the forest and gathered an assortment of things, filled a skull stripped down to bone with water, crammed herbs and mushrooms and fruit into his pockets, and headed back. The sun was still overhead. Isana still looked unwell, cold sweat standing on her skin, and a body soaked through all over again was strangely sexy—the flushed face, the thin thread of her breath, and against all of that the full rise of her breasts and the navel laid bare.
People really are ruled by their hormones. Once, he had looked at Isana only as a person. Never as a woman.
He broke a stone, put an edge on it, sliced the fruit fine, and fed the pieces into her mouth. She had not lost consciousness entirely. Whatever he gave her, she took and ate at once.
"Not dead, then?"
"…."
"You remember passing out earlier?"
She shook her head.
"Sugar hitting you. Feel a little more alive?"
"Water."
He gave her what she asked for and fed her what she needed, and she seemed a little easier. He drew river water to bring the fever down, and in the meantime he made a simple restorative. A mushroom with a nourishing, strengthening effect he steeped again and again in boiling water. Moss that grew only beneath trees the sun never reached, he ground fine and stirred in. When the liquid had reduced to the right thickness, he squeezed juice from the fruit he had gathered and added that as well.
And so a cold medicine that could be made only in the Tower World was finished. If he had ever set foot inside the Tower and come back out, a system message would have surfaced by now.
Special SSS-Grade Cold Medicine
Simmered from Selene's Mushrooms
Grade:SSS
Nothing of the sort appeared. Only by entering the Tower was one recognized as a resident of the Tower, and only then could one use the system that web novels and webtoons always seemed to come with. In a sense, this was a tutorial—a basic trial still underway. Can you survive a wild forest like this and reach the Tower's city alive? In practice, plenty of people died without ever arriving. He did not know whether Isana had noticed, but this forest held more corpses than one would think.
Wait. Didn't mixing Selene's mushrooms with Orthodox moss cause side effects?
Without system messages, he could not be sure of the exact effect or the exact drawback. Having eaten everything did not mean he remembered everything. The Tower's system had served as his spare memory, so there had never been any need to.
…Eh. Whatever. This isn't even inside the Tower. How bad can the side effects of materials from this forest be?
Even if they were severe, Han Do-yoon was confident he could put Isana back the way she had been.
"Drink this."
She had eaten until she was stuffed, and perhaps she felt alive enough now to sleep—her breathing had evened out. With no other choice, he carefully worked the medicine into a small pellet and closed it in his hand. Then he slipped that hand between the cheeks shaped by Isana's wide hips and forced the pellet into that precious hole.
Cold medicine works best as a suppository anyway.
"Hnnngh!"
A foreign object going in ought to have been enough to wake her. Isana only let out a strange moan and stopped there. At this rate, he could shove her panties aside and put it in, and she might not even notice.
…He swallowed the urge to test that theory and scrubbed, hard, the hand that had gone into what was, in a sense, a filthy place, and come back out.
Isana woke from a deep sleep and understood one thing at once. It was the sort of illness you could know by instinct, without a doctor's exam. She had come down with a cold, the aching kind.
My head hurts…
Even so, it was not severe. Because Han Do-yoon had found her food and looked after her?
Where did he even get the food?
A man who seemed, strangely, to know this place well. She did not set her suspicions of him aside. At the same time, she was grateful.
If it hadn't been for this man, I…
Isana did not trust men. While she was preparing to debut as a celebrity, a male trainee's jealousy had branded her a school bully, and her teens had been blown away with the misunderstanding. For an agency trainee whose debut had collapsed, the places left to go were obvious. She had gone into one of them once, and come back out. She had shaken off the hands she was supposed to accept without a word, in the name of entertaining clients, and she had run. After that she neither trusted men nor stopped loathing them. She shut herself in her room, tapping like on posts about hating men, and lived like a shut-in bum.
He didn't do anything weird while I was asleep, did he?
Something strange had brushed her in her sleep. A slick something sliding in around her rear. Fortunately, it seemed to have been a dream.
My body's heating up so strangely.
The moment she recalled the feeling from the dream, a strange excitement climbed through her. More precisely… the inside of her pussy itched. A sensation that would turn miserable if she did not scratch it.
Why am I like this?
Before she knew it she was tapping her stiffly standing nipples with her fingers and making for a rock nearby. It was only a few steps, not even far, but in that short distance her legs shook and her slick ran down them.
"Haaah! Hup!"
The instant she sat on the part of the rock that jutted out, a moan burst from her like a popped balloon. Remembering that Han Do-yoon was close, she clamped a hand over her mouth. Deep asleep or not, he had not woken. Watching him warily, she ground her pussy against the rock as if she meant to wear it down.
Ah, I can't!
She stripped off the crop top and the jeans. Unbearable lust had already carried her past the line.
I mean, he's already seen me naked, hasn't he? If he sees a little more… this isn't even Earth.
She hugged the rock like a lover and rocked her hips. The rough face of it stabbed sharp stimulation into her soft clit. Unbearable pleasure arrived in no time.
Splaaash!
"Hup, hnnk!"
From her lower body, water like a waterfall spurted, if only for a moment. Isana sat on the rock with her whole body shuddering, sunk for a while in the afterglow of climax—and then she began to rock her hips again.
This is wrong… this can't be happening.
It was not enough. Grinding the entrance alone would not relieve the lust. Her womb ached.
Am I in heat? Why am I like this?
Lust ruled her reason. Pleasure paralyzed her mind. Searching for something to scratch the ache, she soon realized there was a suitable object close at hand. The man's massive cock.
…If he just doesn't cum too much inside.
She went to Han Do-yoon the way a cat goes to a toy it has found.
Is he awake?
Even hidden in his pants, the erection was obvious. Virgin though she was, Isana knew it was large compared to other men. She also knew that if she put that inside her, there would be no taking it back.
Isn't that size insane? Will all of that fit? If I put this in… I feel like I'll break.
Even so, her curiosity grew. She swallowed hard and carefully drew down his pants and his underwear.
It sprang up. A wave of heat.
The scrap of cloth holding the erection back vanished, and his cock stood bolt upright. Searing warmth poured off it, and a thick chestnut-blossom musk brushed the tip of her nose. The strangely pleasant smell made her body burn hotter still. A dark crimson shaft. Veins standing proud.
Whoa…
It was the first time she had ever seen a man's thing this close, and she stared, spellbound. When she found the dew sliding from the tip of the slit, she brought her mouth to it without realizing what she was doing. Like catching the foam overflowing a freshly opened cola—like lifting the tip of her tongue to lick liquid clinging to a glass—she licked the glans from the middle and took the head into her mouth.
Wh-what am I doing…!
She knew she had done something she must not do, and still she could not stop. She worked her tongue in neat, eager strokes, as if melting ice cream that had gone into her mouth. A faintly salty taste, and a scent that made her nostrils flare.
Around then, Han Do-yoon, unable to endure any longer, seized her by the hair.
"Want me to take you to the police? Or are we calling this consensual?"
"Oooouuugh."
Isana, his cock still caught in her mouth, spilled out words that could not be understood. Both her hands grabbed his, demanding he let go of her hair—and that only sent his excitement surging.
"We'll say you agreed."
He drove his hips deep into her throat.
Han Do-yoon was not particularly well-versed in sex. If asked whether he had experience with women, it was not that he had none. If asked whether he had enjoyed it—from a certain point on, medicine had thrown his hormones into disorder and left him sterile. Even so, a man knows by instinct. How to make this woman submit. What he himself had to do to feel good.
"Don't use your teeth. It hurts. Purse your lips."
"Keh, hup!… Hng!"
Without mercy he drove his cock in and out of Isana's mouth, now pulled into a vacuum. Her face begged to be spared, twisted with distress—and the more it did, the wetter the lower half of this woman who ran so wet became.
"Ah. It's coming."
"Uuugh…!"
Thud! Thud! Thud!
…Gulp. Gulp.
The proof of pleasure flowed into Isana's mouth. So she would not spill it, he pressed her head even tighter against his crotch. Her tongue, slipped out past her lips, warmed his balls to a lukewarm heat. Every time she shook her head to breathe and dragged in air, semen was squeezed out through a throat clenched tight.
"Hah. Hah, hah."
He stayed like that for a while. By the time he was satisfied, Isana's resistance had stopped as well.
"Heh. Heh. Heh…"
"Hey. You okay?"
There was no focus in her eyes. Her nostrils flared, and she could not close her mouth. Even so, her hand still rubbed unconsciously at her own crotch. Her mind had reached its limit, but her body seemed unsatisfied. Han Do-yoon spread his palm and covered her pussy.
"Nngh…kiihiiit!"
He had only put his hand there, and she was dying from how good it felt. Wait. This looked like an aphrodisiac reaction. A lower body that would not stop convulsing. Slick spraying like a water gun, pssh, pssh. The best thing he could do for her now was nothing elaborate. All he could do was let her go until she was satisfied, and fill her with as much as she poured out.
"Hiit… hiiik, s-stop, stooop!"
"I'm only touching you."
The one wildly rocking her hips was Isana.