Yggdrasil (3-5)
The moment Han Bom dipped her feet into the stream, her whole body shuddered violently, and she let out a cry.
"Hyaah!"
"Cold?"
"Mm... no. I just got startled by the sudden chill of the water."
Han Bom giggled softly, then slowly eased her slender ankles into the water and began wading forward.
Even by eye, the water level didn't look deep at all.
But water's depth can deceive the eye, so I grabbed her waist and advanced carefully together.
Han Bom slipping naked into the stream was truly a work of art—anyone would have to agree.
Her cautious steps were like watching a model on the runway.
As I walked beside her, admiring her gait, I spoke through our comms.
'Armonia, record this on video. It's a masterpiece.'
[Understood.]
'And how's it going?'
My vague question—skipping all the context—was perfectly understood by Armonia, who replied seamlessly.
[Mission accomplished. However, she indicated she doesn't want to do it anymore.]
'Yeah, figures... Beatrice must have an insanely sharp nose.'
If she were a full beastkin, she might've woken Han Yeoreum with a flying cat punch right then.
The stench was that bad.
[Her beastkin blood is diluted, and mixed with succubus blood, so it was barely tolerable.]
'...Tell her to tough it out for a few more days.'
[Understood.]
Beatrice was thrilled to be out after so long, Armonia said—even if she hated the task, she loved wandering around with me.
What I'd tasked Beatrice with was simple.
While Han Bom and I stepped away, paralyze Han Yeoreum with venom.
[Her speech pattern might give her away, so caution is advised.]
'That damn nya-nya speech...'
[Otherwise, no major slip-ups from my observation.]
'Got it. Keep Beatrice circling me—no detours, just in case.'
[I'll monitor closely.]
It wasn't about convincing her—it was surveillance.
Not that I distrusted Beatrice, but she gave off vibes like she'd make one or two slip-ups if left to her own devices.
And finally, the info I was dying to know.
'How'd it go?'
[As expected, she became an Orange Summoner.]
'Aw, damn...'
Things in life never go exactly as planned.
What I'd wanted Beatrice to check was how non-participating summoners are treated inside Yggdrasil.
And the fact we'd just confirmed.
'Treated like summoners, but no inventory or points access.'
Inventory and points weren't physical things I carried.
Points were more like bank account balance than cash.
Even if I hoarded a million points and warped to the ship to dodge Han Yeoreum's regression, the points logged in Yggdrasil would still rewind too.
Inventory was the same.
[However, regression should nullify and lift the Orange Summoner status.]
'Good, at least that works.'
Beatrice turning Red Summoner was something to avoid, but Orange wasn't a big issue.
If worried, just chill on the ship a few days—it'd clear itself.
As our chat wrapped up, Han Bom, walking beside me, gasped at the stream.
"Whoa... the water's so clear."
"And with the sun shining through, it's refreshingly cool, not cold."
Before we knew it, the water had risen to our waists.
"Let's wash here. No point going deeper—too risky."
"Sure."
Han Bom hummed as she cupped water in her hands and poured it over her body.
Her breasts were definitely small.
But I'd never once looked at them without getting aroused.
A pure AAA cup? Even I might not get excited.
But Han Bom's were perfectly palm-sized bowls, and her figure made that smallness a highlight in its own way.
And that pristine white pussy on full display? The finishing touch.
Mid-wash, she noticed my gaze, shyly lowered her eyes, and smirked.
"Whoa... you don't get tired, huh?"
"Huh? Why?"
"Down there..."
I followed her eyes and looked down—my massive cock had sprung up without me noticing, fixated as I was on her body.
"Haha... natural reaction, can't help it."
"Heehee."
Han Bom splashed over, hands on my chest, murmuring playfully.
"Lemme wash you."
"Huh?"
She circled behind, hugged me tight, and started wetting my body.
She scooped water in her palms, stroked upward, cleaning my torso.
The cool water warmed instantly under her touch, radiating heat.
After a few passes, her hand slid down, brushing my hard shaft teasingly.
"Heh, perv."
"Whoa? Self-introduction?"
"Heehee, we're both pervs then."
She fired back playfully and kept going.
Hugging from behind, she gave me my first back-hug handjob—novel experience.
She moved carefully, worried about scratching me.
I told her, "You can be rougher. I'll say if it hurts."
She smiled, nodded, and picked up the pace.
People advance through talk, after all.
No talk, no learning—and misunderstandings breed bad outcomes.
'Gotta teach Bom all sorts of things from now on, master her service skills.'
[....]
Splash, splash, splash~
Her hand rippled the stream with each stroke, announcing our fun to the water dwellers.
She wasn't expert yet, and her slim fingers sometimes stung.
But that pain vanished the moment I remembered who was jerking me off.
Splash, splash~
"Ngh... gonna cum!"
"Hehehe, shoot~"
Grinning ear-to-ear, she sped up.
Her nipples danced on my back, her lower belly pressed my ass—ejaculation building to max.
And the final skill.
Her free hand cupped my balls gently, warming the sleeping sperm to life in an instant, pushing me over.
"Nghhh!"
My guttural cry unleashed a massive load.
The cum shot forward, lost momentum in the water, and sank slowly to the streambed.
Seeing it, Han Bom whispered with a smile.
"Perv."
Splash... splash...
"Hahk... hahk..."
"Phew... Bom, you okay?"
"Yeah... fine."
Her tone screamed the opposite of "fine."
But crucially, her dissatisfaction wasn't aimed at Seong Su-ho.
Han Yeoreum could feel it without looking.
The two were shooting her contemptuous glances...
'Fuck... fuck...'
Han Yeoreum was too drained even for inner curses.
Exhausted.
She'd done jack shit.
Just dragged along by Seong Su-ho and Han Bom—but that alone maxed her mental fatigue.
Thinking she couldn't hear, they flirted mid-journey; Han Bom even scolded her while dragging.
Han Yeoreum wasn't hurt by the scolding.
Her sister was still dutifully pulling her along.
But the real killer was something else.
'Fuck... is she holding back curses 'cause that bastard's around?'
Han Bom hadn't always sworn from childhood.
Middle school onward, her temper sharpened, curses flowed freely.
Han Yeoreum and Min Hayeon both knew it well.
Seeing her tiptoe around Seong Su-ho enraged Han Yeoreum more.
'That fucker must've done something to Bom... but when? How?'
Her muddled mind flashed back.
'Who was that woman earlier? Fuck... gotta be with the powder freaks who dosed me...'
She couldn't shake thoughts of the woman who'd paralyzed her.
Voice only, during their absence—cat-nya speech the sole clue.
'Definitely them. Fuck, if only I knew their group. Next regression, hunt 'em down with Su-ho someday.'
As her deductions looped back to Seong Su-ho, Han Bom shouted.
"Ah! Safe zone!"
They rushed inside, dumping Han Yeoreum like luggage and collapsing.
"Ugh... hahk..."
"Pheww... Thought we'd be in trouble if we didn't make it soon. Lucky."
"Yeah."
They laughed, chatting affectionately—gnawing at Han Yeoreum's sanity again.
'Fuck... something's off no matter how I slice it. That bastard did something to Hayeon too. Gotta find the cause.'
She focused, plotting her next regression.
But concentration shattered.
They pitched a tent, slipped inside—leaving her outside alone...
"Bom."
"Yeah?"
"Can you... do that thing?"
"...? That thing?"
Whispering so she couldn't hear.
'Fuckin' monkey. How many times a day...'
Han Yeoreum had clung hard to girls she liked too.
But limits existed, even for favorites.
Three times max.
With Min Hayeon, maybe more.
Others? Two, tops—three only if varying partners.
His seduction hinged on looks.
Reel 'em in, fuck—never failed.
Seong Su-ho's stamina grated disgustingly.
'Must be chugging dirty alchemist potions. Pathetic hack.'
Self-soothing via Su-ho bashing—then sounds resumed.
"You like this, huh?"
"Some girls hate it, they say."
"Hehe... why would I? I'll do it."
Han Bom giggled lewdly, slurping something.
"Churp... slurp... mmph, haa... your scent's so good..."
"Ah, no need for lines like that."
"Hehe, it's my honest feelings?"
She licked again.
Han Yeoreum knew from sound alone.
'Fuck... what does she see in that loser...'
A woman sucking cock—lewd sounds from Han Bom, brother right there.
She kept talking between licks.
"Haa... up close, it's scary. Knowing this wriggled in my guts?"
"You've seen it plenty."
"Sober close-up's first... heart's pounding just looking. Heehee."
She tormented him with wet licks audible to Han Yeoreum.
"Whoa... hurt so bad going in first time. Hya! It's twitching!"
"Ugly shape?"
"Hehehe... no. Kinda hot 'cause it's scary-looking?"
Dutiful slurps echoed through the safe zone.
'Fuck... since when...'
Han Yeoreum spiraled into breakdown again.
Seong Su-ho's words snapped her out.
"Bom, when did you start liking me?"