Yggdrasil (2-36)

"Hnn!?"

Han Bom, mid-cast of a recovery skill, whipped her head around toward me with a startled look.

No matter how thoroughly the sexual traits of pheromone addiction and milking pleasure had taken root in her, Han Bom still wasn't under Subjugation.

Making a move this dangerous in that state could easily flip the whole board and blow everything apart.

Even so, I put my hand on her ass because I already knew her complex from before the regression.

Once things had progressed this far, I judged that pressing forward aggressively was the better play.

I began freely kneading the firm, solid curve of Han Bom's ass through her hot pants.

"Hnn… kuh… nnngh…."

Every time I worked her rear, a waterfall of forbidden thrill poured straight into my palm.

Fortunately, Han Bom only stared at me with flustered eyes. She made no move to stop me—no gesture, no protest.

After toying with her ass several times, I was certain.

Good… she's not rejecting it, at least.

Even with both hands free, Han Bom never once tried to shove mine away. She simply bit down hard on her lip and kept her gaze locked straight ahead.

"Hnn… haah… nnngh… w-wait…."

My fingers gradually drifted toward her crotch. Han Bom flinched, then whispered to me in a faintly trembling voice.

"A-Ajeossi… what are you doing…."

"From now on, every time Han Yeo-rum screws up, I'm going to touch you like this."

"Th-that's not— hnn…."

The moment I stroked her sex over the hot pants, she clenched her thighs and tried to lock her legs shut.But my fingers were already inside that ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠space, and they moved freely as if her squeeze were nothing more than a joke.

"Hnn… haah… haaang…."

If anything, the tightened thighs only made every motion of my fingers register more clearly against her sex.

While I freely caressed Han Bom, Han Yeo-rum was still fighting for his life up ahead.

"Gah! Han Bom! H-heal me!"

"O-okay! Hnn!"

"H-hurry!"

"Haah… o-okay…."

While Han Bom's attention was locked on healing, I kept fingering her through the fabric.

I couldn't properly feel her clit—couldn't even get a clean sense of her folds—but the situation itself was more than enough to keep me hard.

And as that excitement kept building, a warm wetness suddenly bloomed against my fingertips.

"Haaang… haah… A-Ajeossi… I-I can't…."

"Understood. We'll stop here, then."

"Haah… what?"

Han Bom looked thrown by the unexpected answer—and in that same moment, the sound of a monster collapsing rang out from up ahead.

Thud….

"Haaah, haah, haah, haah!"

Han Yeo-rum, who normally excelled only at faking injuries, dropped onto his ass like a marathon runner who had just crossed the finish line and began gasping as if he were dying.

If I had to sum up what just happened: a character with one point of attack power had tanked a monster by spamming heals the entire time.

He would have killed it eventually, sure—but this wasn't a game. His lungs already looked like they had blown past their limit.

Watching him breathe like he was trying to expel his own soul, I said,

"From here on, I'll cover you a bit too. At this rate we might end up camping with no safe zone at all."

"Haaah, haaah, haah, haah."

Han Yeo-rum didn't answer, but he glared at me and then jerked his head away as if to say he'd heard me.

And Han Bom…

"Haah… haah…."

She stood there flushed, her whole body slick with sweat, breathing quietly. She didn't seem to realize a blue stain had bloomed across her crotch.

Nice environment for this. It's dim enough that a little wetness doesn't show at all.

I had a pretty clear read on Han Bom's state. I'd wound her up just enough, then cut her off cold. How many times could she endure being stopped like that?

"Knn… haah! Knnngh!"

While Han Yeo-rum fought with everything he had, Han Bom was locked in her own desperate exchange with my fingers.

Her face and body language already reeked of someone who had hit her limit.

She ground her teeth, brows knotted, both hands clenched into trembling fists.

Her body was past pleasure now—it was pure torment. She had come within a hair of orgasm seven times. Actual climaxes: zero.

The focus had already left her eyes. She could only glare at me and writhe through the pain. Honestly, I could have let her finish once by this point. I stopped her again anyway.

"Haaauuugh!!"

Han Bom's eyes rolled back—she was right on the edge of climax.

"Haah… haah… wh-why…."

I looked at the resentment in her eyes and said,

"Combat's over. Let's move on."

"Haah… haah… you bastard…."

Han Bom fixed me with a furious glare. Her whole body was soaked; there wasn't a dry patch left on her.

"Haah… haah… you bastard…."

Judging by her state, this was the last of it. If I cut her off the same way one more time, she looked ready to jump me outright—her eyes were thick with raw lust.

Fortunately, that didn't happen.

"Thank god. A safe zone."

"Kraaaagh!"

Thud.

Han Yeo-rum staggered straight into the safe zone and collapsed flat on the ground.

'Surprising. Honestly, I thought he'd quit halfway.'

Given Han Yeo-rum's personality, lasting more than a full day of humiliation was already a miracle.

From what Min Ha-yeon had told me, he used to sneer that effort was for dogs and took pleasure in tearing down anyone who actually tried.

He was still sprawled out, barely conscious.

Leave him like this and he'd just close his eyes and sleep where he lay—tent be damned.

Normally there would have been someone to scold him and force him into a tent.

That someone was currently in no condition to care about anyone else.

"Haah… haah… haah…. knnngh…."

Han Bom clutched her lower abdomen without realizing it, fighting down a climax that sat right on the threshold. But the sheer mental grit that had kept her alive this long still held. She gritted through it and started pitching the tent.

The moment she finished, Han Yeo-rum came over to her.

"Haah… haah… hey. Sleep with me."

"What? Stop talking crap and go make your own tent."

Han Bom snapped at him in a raw, irritable voice. At a glance it looked like she just didn't want the hassle of sharing. But that wasn't why Han Yeo-rum wanted one tent.

"…I don't know what that bastard might try. We're sleeping together."

"Haah…. What kind of bullshit— hey!"

Han Yeo-rum ignored her and crawled straight into the tent. Under normal rules an outsider shouldn't have been able to enter—but the fact that he walked right in meant she hadn't set it to reject family.

'Well, they are family. No reason she'd lock him out.'

That bastard's always been trash…

Trash among trash—the kind who once said he'd sell his own little sister for ten million won.

"…Shit."

Han Bom stared at me for a long time with a face on the verge of tears, then spun around and vanished into the tent.

'She's sulking.'

No. That's exactly why I push harder.

When else was I going to get a chance like this? Even without Subjugation, Han Bom wasn't rejecting my hands.

That delicate war of nerves between a man and a woman whose relationship still hadn't been defined… that was its own kind of fun.

Once Subjugation lands, all of this becomes a genuinely good memory for her.

And more than anything, the reason I had been edging Han Bom's climax all day was for tonight. Would she manage to hold in the pleasure I'd poured into her and actually sleep?

Han Bom lay beside the sleeping Han Yeo-rum, brows furrowed, fidgeting restlessly.

'Ah, damn it! This is so annoying!! Why! Why did he stop right there!!'

Not long after they had split into parties and started exploring, Sung Su-ho had started groping her ass without the slightest hesitation.

Separate from the shock, a bright little shoot of thrill had begun to sprout inside her.

The look on his face, as if he wanted to devour her body, had given Han Bom an enormous rush of satisfaction.

But that touch ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠hadn't stayed gentle for long. It had turned into ruthless, merciless fingerwork.

'Haah… damn it! What am I supposed to do!!'

Having tasted a sort of climax through breastfeeding, Han Bom had expectations.

She wanted to experience a climax through Seong Su-ho's hand touching her private area.

Whether Han Yeo-rum was standing right in front of them or not didn't matter.

In that moment she only wanted to moan loud and release an orgasm.

But Sung Su-ho kept stopping her midway, as if nothing happened without his permission, and it drove her brain and heart half-mad.

'I can't… I can't hold it anymore…. There's no way I can sleep like this!'

Han Bom bit her lip and checked on Han Yeo-rum beside her. Looking at him already dead to the world, she felt relief and contempt in equal measure.

'Is he an idiot? He said he was worried, then just knocks himself out… well, he was never useful to begin with.'

Knowing full well that once Han Yeo-rum was out he never woke for anything, Han Bom slowly began peeling off her hot pants.

'Fuck… I don't want to do this next to this bastard. Haah… but I really can't hold it.'

Having to masturbate for the first time in her life was already disgusting enough—and Han Yeo-rum was right there. A place she hated, an environment she hated, a person she hated. She had to touch herself in the middle of all of it.

Revulsion and nausea were swallowing her whole. But her lust was stronger. She simply could not endure it.

Close my eyes… and think of Ajeossi as hard as I can….

There was no guilt left in her. Using Sung Su-ho as masturbation fuel was only fair after everything he had done to her.

Hmph… it's his fault anyway. No reason for me to feel guilty.

Han Bom carefully set her hot pants and white panties aside. Then she looked down at her own sex and remembered a conversation she had once shared with Sung Su-ho—before the regression.

Back then, Han Bom had been too flustered to give a proper answer. She had always been stressed about her lack of pubic hair. But Sung Su-ho's praise had melted that piled-up stress like snow in spring.

She brought her hand to the pure white, spotless sex he had once complimented.

Quietly… haah… haah… but can I even do this quietly?

More than getting caught by Han Yeo-rum, she was afraid the sound might leak outside the tent. But she had already come too far to turn back. Carefully, Han Bom began touching herself with her fingers.

"Hnn… haah… haaang…."

She tried to build toward climax with slow, deliberate strokes. But she already knew the truth. The inside of her sex was a honey pot overflowing with slick. Her climax threshold had already been pushed to the absolute limit.

"Haaang, no… this… hnn! Haaang…."

The fingers guiding her first-ever masturbation were already ruled by her pleasure, racing ahead on their own. Control of her hand no longer belonged to her.

"Aaang! Haaang! Knn! Hnnp!!"

Han Bom abandoned her pleasure-hijacked right hand and clapped her left over her mouth.

She didn't want to be caught.

But even if her hand was occupied by pleasure, reaching the peak was a different matter.

Having never masturbated in her life, Han Bom's fingers felt as if they were just flailing aimlessly.

"This isn't it! Haaang! Ajeossi! Hnn!"

Han Bom squeezed her eyes shut and tried to recreate the fingerwork Sung Su-ho had shown her earlier. Without realizing it, she kept murmuring under her breath.

"Ajeossi! Ajeossi… haaang… Ajeossi!"

"Han Bom?"

"Ah… ah… Ajeossi?"

Han Bom turned to stone, staring at Sung Su-ho through the gap of her legs spread wide at a right angle. Looking at the statue she had become, Sung Su-ho smiled faintly and stepped into the tent.

"W-wait! A-Ajeossi! Th-this is—!"

Sung Su-ho's sudden intrusion and her bare lower half scrambled Han Bom's mind into chaos.

All she could do was clamp her legs shut and hide her ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠face.

The confident Han Bom was nowhere to be found.

All she could offer Sung Su-ho's eyes was the helpless posture of a fragile woman.

With her eyes still shut, she suddenly felt a warm body wrap around her.

"Uh… A-Ajeossi?"

Sung Su-ho smiled at the startled Han Bom and whispered low into her ear.

"Since you're already at it, I'll help you."