Chapter 9
At first, the blind Ju Cheong-ah doubted her own eyes. No, what the hell is this? But this blue window wasn't visible only to me—it seemed to appear in her vision too, twisting her face into a strange expression. Her brows furrowed slightly. Her cheeks flushed from the alcohol, she cautiously scanned me.
"Ian, sorry, but... is this thing only visible to my eyes?"
"No, I can see it too."
"...This isn't some trick of yours, is it?"
Her sidelong glance threw me into a panic, and I shouted back. What the hell kind of talk is that?!
"N-no! Absolutely not! Why the fuck would I do something like that?!"
Truth be told, I'd only unlocked this ability today, right after nearly dying in front of that ogre. Come to think of it, the requirement was a magic stone. At my desperate denial, Cheong-ah let out a light chuckle, saying it was just a joke, then propped her chin on her hand, humming thoughtfully.
"Hmm... Semen, you mean that stuff? What comes out of a man's... thing?"
"Cheong-ah, we can just get a magic stone, right? Don't overthink it, just..."
As I tried to persuade her, what was she thinking? She shook her head, rejecting my suggestion outright.
"No."
"Huh? Wait, why not?"
"Because magic stones are expensive. And they're not easy to obtain in the first place."
"Well, that's true, but..."
"Listen, Ian."
Cheong-ah gazed up at the sky as she spoke. Unlike the crimson sunset before we entered the tavern, it was now a deep indigo night sky studded with stars. A large moon and twinkling stars spread beautifully across the heavenly curtain. She drank it all in with her eyes, stretching one hand high toward it.
Magic Stone Equivalent: Semen (via ingestion)
Duration Remaining: Limited
"...Cheong-ah."
"It would tarnish my chastity as a woman."
"..."
Seeing the resolute glint in Cheong-ah's eyes, I recalled one of the stories we'd shared over drinks. She'd passionately preached Yuldo customs—how a man shouldn't casually hold another woman's hand, how one mustn't peek at a woman's undergarments, and how gazing at the feet of a woman who wasn't his wife was a grave sin... That fiery Ju Cheong-ah...
And now, she gently tugged my hand, saying,
"Come on, Ian. We can't do this here."
Leading the way, the tips of her ears were still deeply flushed from the alcohol.
Not luxurious, but a decent inn. Cheong-ah led me to the one where she was staying. No harsh drafts, no creaking floors or stairs with every step. The soundproofing was solid too—no noisy disturbances on the way to her room.
"...The innkeeper's asleep. I wanted to get you a separate room."
"No, it's fine. Can't be helped. Just... uh..."
What should I say? After a moment's hesitation, I managed,
"Once we're done, I can head back. Yeah."
"Hmm... Got it. Then we'll meet at the guild tomorrow after."
"Sure."
"Oh, take off your shoes, Ian. In Yuldo, you remove them before entering a room—it's custom. So I asked the innkeeper to clean this one specially so I could go shoeless."
"Gotcha."
I stepped into her room, slipped off my shoes, closed the door, and stood there awkwardly, rooted to the spot.
...How long had it been since I'd entered a woman's room? Probably since elementary school, that time I went into my mom's friend's daughter's room.
"Wait a sec, I wanted to brew some tea... but sadly, only water."
As she replied, she pulled cold water from the room's refrigeration magic tool. Who knew they had one of those here... My own barren, pathetic inn room flashed in my mind, leaving me a bit downcast.
I drank the water she handed me. A moment later, Cheong-ah sat on the inner bed, patting the mattress with her palm.
"Ahem, Ian. Come here."
"Huh? Oh... sure."
Hesitantly, I approached and sat slightly offset from where she'd patted.
"...Closer."
"Y-yeah."
Like a shy boy with his first crush, I inched over timidly. Dissatisfied, Cheong-ah scooted right up beside me.
"Jeez, really."
"Hngh...!"
A fresh scent wafted to my nose. Pine-like, fresh and woody, mingled with a subtle sweetness. Cheong-ah's hand slowly trailed up to my waistband.
"Stay still, Ian. I'll... handle it myself."
Her words sounded confident, like she knew what she was doing. But her hand on my pants looked awkward as hell. Fumbling...
Finally untying the drawstring, she hooked her fingers into my waistband and tugged down.
"Um, lift your hips a bit."
"Y-yeah...!"
My pants slid down to my calves. All that remained was my underwear... I lifted again at her touch. Cool air brushed between my legs. Goosebumps prickled my skin, my body shivering.
"Hnnngh..."
"Huh. Cuter than I expected?"
My still-flaccid cock. That was Cheong-ah's verdict as she stared at it.
...Cute? Kinda stings my pride. But was it the room's chill? Or the booze? Even in this horny situation, my dick just hung there limp. I gave an embarrassed laugh.
"H-ha... haha..."
"...Ian. Sorry, but... what now?"
"Oh, right. Well..."
I had to explain, but it was embarrassing. Not like I had zero experience... but saying it outright? I was basically still a virgin.
Still, dodging out of shame would stall us here.
"Ahem. First, it needs to get hard."
"Hard...? How?"
"Uh, well. It's made of spongy tissue—blood rushes in and makes it stiff."
"Oh my. You're quite knowledgeable, Ian."
"I read a lot."
"So, what do I do next?"
"Alright, then..."
I took her hand and gently guided it to my soft cock.
"Hik! Ian?!"
"Touch it. Gently."
"...O-okay. Let go of my hand first. I'll do it."
More embarrassed by hand-holding than touching my dick...? Baffled, but I released her as asked.
"O-okay, here goes."
Cheong-ah poked my cock lightly, then began stroking softly. Smooth...
Her hand on my shaft felt rough. Squish-squish. She kneaded the soft flesh with her whole palm.
"Nngh..."
An unintended moan escaped at the calluses' perfect friction. Cheong-ah flinched.
"Does it hurt? Sorry. I didn't squeeze... Soft hands would be better, but mine are rough from wielding a sword since childhood."
"No, hah... Feels good. The roughness... makes it better. Hoo."
Maybe because of that—blood surged in, and throb— it stiffened up.
Cheong-ah's eyes widened, letting out a startled squeak.
"Eek! I-Ian! It's hard now. And the shape... It's way bigger than that little thing from before. Was like three inches, now over eight... Gross."
Gross? That one hurts a bit.
...Well, first time seeing one, makes sense. Yeah.
"This state is called an erection, Cheong-ah."
"Erection... Like emitting energy?"
"..."
"Kidding."
Her lame joke nearly deflated my dick on the spot.
"Ian...?"
"S-sorry. Head got dizzy for a sec. Anyway, this is the state where I can ejaculate."
"...I see. What next?"
"Uh, well..."
Her small, flushed lips caught my eye. But I shook my head. No, that's not it. She's not doing this because she wants to. Asking her to use her mouth while exploiting her wish would be cowardly.
"The dick—er, cock. Grip it lightly with your hand."
I almost said "jaji," but switched to her term "kkochu" to avoid teaching vulgar words.
Cheong-ah gripped my cock loosely with one hand, as instructed.
"Like... this? Doesn't hurt?"
"No, perfect. Feels great."
"Hoo..."
Her cool hand on my throbbing hot cock sent a chill thrill.
"How's your first cock feel?"
"D-don't embarrass me asking that..."
"Tell me, Cheong-ah. How is it?"
"It's... hot. Hard... I dunno. Enough already. I'm getting mad."
"Got it... Now, slowly stroke up and down."
Her hand began pistoning back and forth on my cock.
"L-like this?"
"Yeah, hah. Good."
Slap-slap-slap. Steady rhythm. Felt good, but no urge to cum.
I told her to speed up a bit.
"Faster, Cheong-ah."
"A bit faster? Okay."
Slap-slap-slap-slap. "Ngh... haa."
"I-Ian, does it hurt?"
"No, why?"
"Y-you're moaning..."
"Feels good."
"Oh. R-right..."
How much time passed? Sweat beaded on Cheong-ah's forehead. Her wrist ached from the constant motion, brows furrowing. Speed slowed naturally.
"Ugh, Ian. How long?"
The booze? At this rate, no ejaculation no matter how long.
My instincts screamed it wouldn't happen.
What now...?
Duration Remaining: Low
Effect ending soon.
"I-Ian, it says not much time left. What do we do?"
"...Cheong-ah."
"Yes, Ian."
"Last resort, but..."
As I hesitated, her eyes trembled violently, shaking her head.
"Ah... N-no... I can't, Ian. As a woman, I must guard my purity. Virginity is absolute... Fine, I'll give up."
"No, no! Not that. Something else."
"Huh? Something else? What?"
"Your mouth."
"M-my mouth?!"
"Yeah. Use your mouth, Cheong-ah."