Colds Call for Suppositories
Stamina doesn't just recover from resting. Rest comes second—the best thing is resupplying energy.
Gotta scrounge up some food.
Luckily, in the Tower World, when it came to eating, Han Do-yoon knew everything there was to know. Things he hadn't eaten here? He could count them on one hand. He took pride in his eating specifically for a special reason.
The first skill he'd acquired in the tower was Predatory Emotion. By eating something, he could perfectly analyze its composition. That skill had been his entry into the path of alchemy.
An alchemist extracted components from materials and combined them—a sort of pharmacist and scientist rolled into one. He'd made potions from substances only available in the Tower World, using them as his livelihood while climbing the tower.
Walking the alchemist's path had taught him about legendary potions too. Nectar, ambrosia, and Elixir—drinks of the gods. There wasn't much info on nectar or ambrosia. But he'd gotten his hands on details about Elixir and poured everything into making it somehow.
In the process, he'd eaten everything that made up this world. And the result? The catastrophe on the 99th floor.
No joke—he'd licked every outer wall from the 1st floor to the 99th.
Can't find anything amazing in this forest, but there should be plenty to fill the belly.
He didn't need anything amazing. For Isana right now, easily digestible fruits or mushrooms would do.
Apples weren't hard to find. The Tower World was designed with an environment that provided enough food for its limited population to survive. Bluntly put, you couldn't starve to death in this world.
Might as well whip up a simple stamina potion while I'm at it.
Her condition was close to the flu, so she needed proper treatment. Lucky she'd met an alchemist. Otherwise, what would've happened to Isana?
He wondered how the original her had overcome this hardship.
She's got the talent to become the Sword God. She probably could've handled it fine without me.
Wandering the forest, he'd gathered odds and ends. He filled a skull—only bones left of someone—with water, stuffed his pockets with herbs, mushrooms, and fruits, and headed back.
The sun was still high overhead. Isana still looked rough, sweating coldly. Her damp body was strangely sexy again. Flushed face, shallow breaths, contrasted with her perky breasts and exposed navel.
People really are so influenced by hormones.
Before, he'd seen Isana as a person, not a woman.
He sharpened a stone into a blade and sliced fruit into her mouth. She wasn't fully unconscious—she took whatever he offered readily.
"Not dead yet?"
"…."
"Remember passing out earlier?"
She shook her head no.
"Feeling more alive with some sugar in you?"
"Water."
He gave her what she wanted, fed her till she seemed more at ease. He fetched river water to cool her down and, in the meantime, made a simple stamina restorative.
He steeped mushrooms with nourishing and tonic effects in boiling water multiple times. He ground moss that only grew under shade and mixed it in. When the water had simmered enough, he squeezed in juice from the gathered fruits.
And just like that, a cold medicine unique to the Tower World.
If they'd entered and exited the tower even once, a system message like that would've popped up by now. But there was none.
You had to enter the tower to be recognized as a "tower resident" and access the systems common in web novels or webtoons.
In a way, this was the tutorial—the basic test phase. Can you survive this wild forest and make it to the tower city?
Plenty died without ever arriving. Isana might've seen some, but this forest had more corpses than you'd think.
Wait, doesn't mixing Selene's mushrooms with Osdox moss cause side effects?
Without the system, he wasn't sure about the exact effects and side effects. He'd eaten everything, but he didn't remember it all. The tower's system had served as his auxiliary memory, so there'd been no need.
…Eh, whatever. This isn't inside the tower, and how bad could side effects from forest ingredients be?
Even if it was bad, Han Do-yoon was confident he could fix Isana right up.
"Drink this."
She'd eaten enough to perk up a bit and was sleeping evenly now. No choice—he carefully formed the medicine into small pill shapes and held one.
Then he slipped his hand between the ass cheeks formed by her wide hips and forced it into her precious hole.
Suppositories are the best for colds, after all.
"Hng!"
She'd wake from a foreign object, but she just let out a strange moan and settled. At this rate, he could probably yank her panties aside and thrust in without her noticing?
…Resisting the urge to experiment, he scrubbed his hand, which had been in a dirty place.
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Isana woke from deep sleep and realized one fact immediately. No need for a doctor's exam—instinct told her. She'd caught a cold.
My head hurts….
But it wasn't too bad. Maybe because Han Do-yoon had brought food and nursed her?
Where'd he get the food?
This guy seemed to know this place oddly well. She set aside her suspicions of Han Do-yoon but felt grateful too.
Without this guy, I….
Isana didn't trust men. While prepping for an idol debut, jealousy from a male trainee got her labeled a school bully victim—ruining her teens. With her debut canceled, an agency trainee had nowhere to go. She'd been in that world once, escaping after shrugging off "entertainment" hands.
After that, she neither trusted nor liked men. She'd holed up in her room, liking misogynistic posts, living like a total shut-in NEET.
He didn't do anything weird while I was asleep, right?
Something felt off in her half-sleep. A slippery sensation entering her ass? Luckily, it seemed like a dream.
Why's my body so hot?
Recalling the dream sensation brought a strange excitement. Specifically… her pussy itched inside.
An urge that'd torment her if unscratched.
What's wrong with me?
Before she knew it, she was flicking her stiff nipples and heading to a nearby rock.
It was just a few steps, but her legs wobbled and love juices dripped midway.
"Haah! Hnng!"
The moment she sat on the rock's protrusion, a moan burst like a popped balloon. Remembering Han Do-yoon nearby, she clamped her mouth.
He was still deep asleep. Watching him warily, she ground her pussy against the rock.
Ah, no!
She stripped off her crop top and jeans. Overwhelmed by unbearable lust, she crossed the line.
W-well, he's seen me naked anyway? A little more won't… This isn't Earth.
She hugged the rock like a lover, shaking her hips. The rough surface sharply stimulated her soft clit.
Unbearable pleasure hit fast.
-Sploooosh!
"Hng, h-heuk!"
Water gushed from her lower body like a waterfall for a moment. Isana trembled atop the rock, lost in afterglow for a while—then started shaking her hips again.
Something's wrong… This can't be happening.
It wasn't enough. Just rubbing the entrance wouldn't satisfy the lust. Her womb ached.
In heat? Why am I like this?
Lust dominated reason; pleasure numbed her mind. Seeking something to fill her, she realized an apt object nearby.
The man's cock.
…If he cums inside, but a lot….
Like a cat finding a toy, she approached Han Do-yoon.
He's awake?
Even hidden in pants, she could tell it was erect. Bigger than average, even a virgin like Isana knew. And that putting it inside meant no turning back.
That size is insane? Will it all fit? If I put that in… I'll break.
Still, curiosity swelled. Swallowing hard, she carefully pulled down his pants and underwear.
-Pop!
Hot! The fabric blocking the erection vanished, and the cock sprang upright. Scorching heat poured out, night-bloom scent brushing her nose… The strangely pleasant smell heated her body more.
Dark red shaft. Bulging veins.
Whoaaa….
First time seeing a man's thing this close, she stared blankly. Spotting precum at the tip, she brought her mouth to it unthinkingly.
Like catching foam from a freshly opened cola, tongue tip lapping glass residue—she licked from mid-glans and swallowed the head into her mouth.
W-what am I doing…!
Realizing her forbidden act, she couldn't stop. Like melting ice cream in her mouth, her tongue moved diligently.
Slightly salty, with a scent that flared her nostrils.
By then—
Unable to hold back anymore, Han Do-yoon grabbed her hair.
"Police station? Or call it consensual?"
"Oohweeer."
Her mouth still full of cock, Isana mumbled nonsense. Her hands grabbed his to let go—but that only spiked his excitement.
"Consensual it is."
He thrust deep into her throat.
Han Do-yoon wasn't exactly an expert in sex. Experience? He had some. But enjoyed it? At some point, potion side effects messed with his hormones, neutering him.
Even so, men know instinctively. How to subdue a woman. How to feel good.
"No teeth. Hurts. Purse your lips."
"Guh, heup!… Hng!"
He repeatedly shoved in and out of her vacuum-sealed mouth relentlessly. Pleading eyes, pained expression—but the wetter her soaked pussy got.
"Ah, coming."
"Uguuu…!"
Plap! Plap! Plap!
…Spurt! Spurt!
Proof of pleasure flooded her mouth. He pressed her head tighter to his crotch so none spilled. Her lolled tongue warmed his balls tepidly.
Shaking her head to breathe squeezed semen from her throat each time.
"Hah, haah haah."
He kept at it awhile. By satisfaction, her resistance stopped.
"Heok, heok, heok…."
"Hey, you okay?"
Her eyes were unfocused, nostrils flaring, mouth agape. Yet her hand still unconsciously rubbed her crotch.
Mind at limit, but body wanted more. Han Do-yoon covered her pussy with his palm.
"Hng… Kiiihiiit!"
Just waiting, and she loved it. Wait—this felt like aphrodisiac reaction?
Her lower body convulsed nonstop. Squirt, squirt—love juices sprayed like a water gun.
Best thing now? Nothing fancy. Let her cum till satisfied, fill what she spent.
"Hii… Hiik, s-stop, stooop!"
"I'm just touching."
She was the one bucking her hips wildly.