The White Magician (4)
I finally understood why motel rooms are rented by the hour with a default of three to four hours. Even if the sex itself only lasts thirty minutes, you still have to undress, wash up, wash again, and get dressed—so it doesn’t actually feel that long.
“It’s already ten,” Franc said, lying in the bath and popping fruit into her mouth. Since it was all included in the fee anyway, we’d decided to eat as much as we could. We hadn’t even had breakfast after waking up that morning.
“We need to leave soon, including travel time to the request assembly point. We should start getting ready,” I said, lounging in the tub and sipping wine. I’d stopped Franc from drinking any and was already on my second glass. Compared to the insane proof of the Apcadi we’d had yesterday, this cheap wine tasted like water. People say that if you’ve suffered enough even soju tastes sweet, but I’d suffered a fucking ton and the wine itself was already disgustingly sweet, so I couldn’t bring myself to eat any fruit. Instead I drank while watching Franc splash around, using the sight of her bare back and ass as my side dish.
Drinking in the bath while openly ogling a naked woman gave me an indescribable feeling of decadence. I finally got why Hollywood stars install swimming pools in their homes.
“After today’s request I’ll fix your robe and mask whenever we have a spare moment… and I’ve already lined up work for tomorrow and the day after, so it’ll be two or three days total?” Franc counted on her fingers, calculating the time needed for my request.
“You’ve got jobs lined up for the next two days? Just how many days in a row are you planning to work?”
“Hmm… I haven’t taken a single day off since I got here.”
Franc tilted her head. Wait, isn’t that kind of a problem?
I felt my expression harden as I asked, “Just curious—how long has it been since you arrived in Sargadis?”
“One month and… four days?”
I nearly spat out my wine.
“You’ve been working nonstop for a whole month?! Doing adventurer jobs?!”
When I asked in shock, Franc looked equally startled and asked back, “Why? Is that weird?”
“No, it’s not weird, but…”
Adventurer work isn’t easy. Most of the jobs for those odd-jobbers are the kind of menial labor or chores that people don’t want to do themselves and can’t find anyone else to do. To keep at it without a break for over a month—there’s a limit to how diligent a person can be. The fact that I’d run into Franc on both of the requests I’d taken wasn’t a coincidence at all. In the narrow world of Iron Class odd-job adventurers at the Audumla Guild, if she was working every single day without rest, we were bound to keep bumping into each other.
‘…Still, is it unavoidable for an Iron Class adventurer trying to earn a living day by day?’
“You don’t seem to take many jobs, Nord?” Franc asked, watching my face as I brooded over that bitter reality and forgot the sweetness of the wine.
“I… get a Master’s salary. As long as I turn in my papers on time and avoid expulsion, I don’t have to worry about living expenses.”
I just need to regularly report on any ruins I discover. As I’ve said repeatedly, they don’t expect high-quality papers from a field-agent Master like me. Anyone below Doctor rank in fieldwork is basically like the zergling scouts you spam at the start of StarCraft.
‘Cheap labor scattered everywhere to collect ruin information from all over the world.’
There are guys like me—Master zerglings—all across the continent. They’re sown like traps; it’s good if they occasionally send back artifacts, but even if they don’t, the locations and interior data of discovered ruins flow back to the university on their own. The university reviews every incoming paper, picks out the decent ones, and researches only those. Pure profit. When you discover a good ruin and submit a paper, it counts as an achievement for that field agent. The highest merit is donating an actual artifact to the university, of course.
On Earth you couldn’t even write a personal thesis with anything below a doctorate, so this was a relatively advantageous environment for me. The terms “Master” and “Doctor” in this world are just translations; the original meaning and nuance are slightly different from what I knew back home.
Franc, who had stopped splashing, tilted her head again. “You live off a Master’s salary? How much do you get?”
“Two silver a month.”
“Two silver?!”
This time it was Franc’s turn to be shocked. “T-two whole silver every single month?”
“Yeah. That’s why I aimed for a field position from the start—so I could work as an adventurer without being broke.”
“Oh, but except for you, Franc, no one knows I’m an archaeologist, got it? So don’t go telling anyone.”
“Huh? Nord, you’ve been hiding your degree? Why?”
“Because I want to avoid annoying things.”
I explained the guild’s inner workings to Franc and how they related to my language knowledge—how I’d be treated like a free translator and worked to the bone.
“R-really? I see… Hehe…”
After listening, Franc couldn’t keep her eyes still and fidgeted restlessly.
“What’s wrong?”
“…It’s just… I feel pathetic for acting all high and mighty toward you, Nord, when you could become a guild employee anytime you wanted.”
“…Ah. You mean that conversation we had while bathing?”
“Yeah. Honestly, I was feeling a little proud of myself back then…”
It was from last night. When she’d declared she would become a receptionist with Silver Class, her voice had been subtly energetic.
“What’s wrong with that? Honestly, if I’d been working nonstop for a month building experience, I’d be proud no matter what it was.”
Back in my real true slave days I’d even felt pride when laundry dried well. Compared to that, running adventurer jobs for thirty days straight without a break was definitely something to brag about.
Franc, whose embarrassment had eased a little thanks to my consolation, rolled a grape across her palm and suddenly asked, “So, Nord, does that mean you can speak the languages of every country?”
It was the language of the Viking nation, Germania.
“Not every single one, just most countries. I’m more surprised that you can speak Germanic.”
“It’s the language of my hometown, so of course. But wow! You’re really good! Your pronunciation sounds even better than mine, Nord!”
“Hahaha. This is kind of embarrassing.”
It was an ability I’d gained through my translation power, so I wasn’t particularly happy about it. After all, I hadn’t earned it through effort.
‘Still, it’ll be useful.’
The idea that you shouldn’t use abilities you didn’t earn through effort is bullshit. If you follow that logic, every person alive is just a lucky sperm that met an egg, so murder would be innocent too.
Franc, who had been marveling for a moment, switched back to Britannian. “But then you won’t be able to reveal your identity at the Mage Guild either, right? If they find out who you are even while wearing the robe, it’ll be trouble.”
“That doesn’t matter. An archaeologist’s ID has a special structure, so you can use it without your identity being pinned down.”
I gave her a rough explanation again. When I finished, Franc clapped her hands as if she’d realized something.
“Now that I think about it, Nord! You could read those characters we found in the ruins, right? Were those strange marks on the stone tablet some kind of writing too?”
“Ah… yeah. You noticed that well.”
Listening to her, I realized I had forgotten to mention one very important fact.
“Um… Franc? While we’re on the subject, there’s a slight problem with the magic I got from that ruin.”
“What is it?”
“The magic is called Beast Regression, and… because of it my dick has become enormously large.”
“Y-your… dick…?!”
At my blunt wording Franc hesitated, then asked, “So it wasn’t originally that terrifyingly big?”
“It wasn’t. Think of it as more than twice the original size.”
When I confirmed it, Franc smiled awkwardly. “Ah, I thought so… No wonder it seemed impossibly huge. Honestly I was shocked inside.”
“…For someone who was shocked, you sure started licking it right away.”
I couldn’t hold back and asked. I was curious about the reason behind Franc’s proactive fellatio.
Franc fidgeted with her lips, then hung her head. Her ears were bright red.
“B-but… I learned that when a man’s is that big you have to wet it with saliva first…”
“From who?”
“…………A slightly naughty book.”
“Hehe. So for our Franc, a book about women licking and sucking dick is only ‘slightly’ naughty?”
“……Shut up…”
─Bubble bubble bubble.
Franc dunked her face into the bathwater to escape my pleased gaze. What a novel way to avert her eyes. Still, it was a good tendency for me. A virgin girlfriend with zero experience but proactive about sex—it was like something straight out of an adult webtoon.
If I pointlessly nitpicked here and she lost interest in blowjobs, I’d be the only loser. Better keep my mouth shut.
“Puuuuh…”
Splash!
Franc, who had been submerged like she was trying to bury her nose in dishwater, finally lifted her face. I generously decided the obvious redness was due to the hot water. As expected, I’m overflowing with consideration.
Franc cleared her throat and steered the topic back. “Ahem. Anyway, Nord. You… that thing of yours… um…”
“Why not just say dick?”
“…Do you want your dick to get smaller?”
She finally said it. Our girlfriend is too cute. I looked at my fully erect Ju-ji-conda and answered.
“It’s not that I particularly want it smaller, but I should know why it became like this. We don’t know what other problems might pop up later.”
The day I turn into a female Master Nord while keeping Franc around, the only remaining answer would be some kind of slug lesbian beam same-sex marriage. I hate that kind of horrible future.
“It’d be nice if it worked like the Yeoui Bong.”
A variable dick. Like a police baton, freely extending from a maximum of one meter to a minimum of three centimeters. The love of elastic materials. If the thickness could also adjust from ankle to pinky finger, it would be perfect.
“Yeoui Bong?”
“Ah, there’s something like that. A rod that stretches and shrinks.”
“Stretches and shrinks? That sounds a bit scary…”
“Does it?”
Having a normal body with arms and legs but a dick that acts like tentacles from a hentai would definitely look a little alien.
“…Or maybe I should learn transformation magic? Partial transformation so I can change size only during sex.”
“No! I’ll work really hard!”
“You’ll break your womb.”
This wasn’t low-quality sexual harassment or a dirty joke; it was realistic talk. If her baby room got Parkinson-ed, it would be hard to get treatment anywhere. On Earth women avoid OB-GYNs out of fear of being mistaken for pregnant, but this world didn’t even have such a thing as an OB-GYN.
“It’s true that most women prefer big ones, but there’s still a limit. Getting obsessed with size and causing problems during actual sex would be putting the cart before the horse.”
Among armchair experts, those with big mouths believe a dick needs to be about fifteen centimeters to do its job, but if those people took a proper six-inch punch from a black guy’s dick they’d be heading to the OB-GYN with triple scores on vagina plus fallopian tube plus rectum, sirens blaring. It’s the same as how men say they like big breasts but rarely get the chance to touch natural D or F cups.
‘You have to properly distinguish sexual fantasy from reality.’
There might be people who truly only find satisfaction in huge ones, but to make my beloved girlfriend endure difficult sex just so I could someday fuck some unknown nympho? Only an idiot would do that.
Then Franc spoke in a slightly gloomy voice. “Is that how it is with other women? I guess… since it’s you saying it, Nord, it must be true.”
“…What?”
“…Huh?”
We both made sounds of confusion, sensing something off about each other’s reactions.
Franc asked with an expression of zero suspicion, “Isn’t that what the people who’ve slept with you said? That it’s too big and difficult.”
“…You’re my first, you know?”
“………………………Huh?”
Franc froze like an ancient scholar who had just realized the heliocentric theory.
“Huh? Huuuh? B-but Nord! You were so, so good! Like papapa and everything!”
Franc awkwardly wiggled her index and middle fingers. The fact that it wasn’t her ring and middle finger once again revealed her virgin power, but I was too busy feeling the cold sweat run down my back to care.
“That was…”
“I just thought since Nord was so good and leading me like that, you must have tons of experience!”
Franc spoke incoherently, looking genuinely surprised—like the most surprised she had been all day.
‘Fuck.’
As for me, I was so flustered I forgot to control my expression. I could feel my facial muscles twisting grotesquely like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle forced together wrong.
…To be honest.
…All my technique (or what looked like technique) had been learned through study.
‘Le-fucking-hell…’
In fact it was all like that. Not just sex techniques but every scrap of related knowledge!
It made sense. Fuck, I hadn’t wanted to be treated like a virgin by my ex-girlfriend! If I went in with obvious virgin energy, fumbling around without even finding the hole and finally managing to put it in, only for her to sigh and say “Take it out,” what the hell was I supposed to do?! I was sure that if that happened I’d go limp on the spot and suffer from erectile dysfunction!!! So I’d bought books at the bookstore with my own money!! And subscribed to Mr. Shim Ik-hyun’s NewTube, clicked like, and studied my ass off!!!! Even though I broke up with my ex without even kissing her!!!!!
“…I did have a girlfriend. We never had sex, but I had one.”
“T-then it really was your first time with me?”
“……Yes.”
“…K-kiss too? Don’t tell me the kiss too?”
“…………Yup.”
I confessed my virginity with the mindset of a cannibal serial killer confessing his crimes.
─I have lived a shameful life. I do not know what an outgoing life is. Because I went through all-boys middle school, all-boys high school, and veterinary college before coming to this world, I only saw a pussy for the first time after arriving here. Excluding cow pussies, you fuck. Before I even started practicum, a senior bastard showed me a direct-shot screenshot of a cow’s pussy. Fuck, I wasn’t curious at all, you fossil bastard…
“I-I’m Nord’s first… Nord’s… with Nord…”
Franc pressed both hands to her cheeks and kept muttering as if she would die of happiness.
Feeling heat rise in my own face, I told her, “Hey, come on! Why is that so important!”
Is she happy I’m a virgin? Is this the influence of those Germania Viking bastards? Vikings are a hybrid of pirates and navy. They’re a military class belonging to the state but also pirates who plunder other countries. Like all invading nations, Germania brainwashes its citizens with “Our soldiers are the best!!” education, so even non-Vikings tend to value chastity. Of course, those who aren’t real Vikings wouldn’t value it more than sex itself.
But that’s Germania’s story. The dwarf nation of Nidavellir is Germania’s neighbor, not its colony. I never expected this much cultural overlap. Fuck, who knew those damn seven seas of virginity bastards would harm my life this way? Why did you propagate your virgin culture through Nidavellir all the way to my girlfriend, you sons of bitches!!
“In Britannia or my hometown, a male virgin isn’t important at all! It’s actually something to be embarrassed about!”
“Ehehe… but I’m happy, what can I do!”
I couldn’t relate at all to Franc getting excited about exchanging virginities.
“Ah, this is so fucking embarrassing!! I want to die!!”
In the end I followed Franc’s lead and plunged my head into the bathwater.
─Bubble bubble bubble bubble bubble.