Chapter 10: Cider-Flavored Slime Mumungmumung (3)
Tsuup♡
“Hngh...♡”
When I tried to pull my cock out of Mumungmumung's pussy—which was doing its best not to let go of me—I saw her hips rise right along with me, following my every move.
I pinned her thighs down and drew my hips back once more, and this time it finally came free. With a soft, wet slurp, a thin strand of semen stretched between her pussy and my cock—whatever had been left lingering in my urethra—before snapping and vanishing from sight.
“As per our contract, all ten vaginal creampies are complete, ma'am.”
I said it even as I wondered whether you could really call the inside of a slime a "vagina" at all.
There was still no answer.
Ever since I'd come directly onto her core, Mumungmumung had been completely out of it—mouth hanging slack and open, body slumped and boneless in a way that made it impossible to tell whether she could even hear me.
And I could see her pussy, twitching and gaping, slowly leaking out every last drop of the semen I'd pumped into her.
It was obscene from every possible angle, and I swallowed without thinking—but desire or no desire, I restrained myself from pouncing on her all over again.
Instead, I did the considerate thing: I pushed the cum back into the pussy of Mumungmumung, who was carelessly dribbling out the seed I'd paid over 600,000 won a shot to put there.
“Mmh... hnn...♡”
Once I'd carefully worked every bit of it back inside and gently closed her gaping lips, I nodded in satisfaction.
“Mm...”
Didn't that earn full marks for customer-appreciation service?
If I were Mumungmumung, I'd have given five stars in the review.
Anyway—to think that in my very first job as a Dispenser, I'd serviced a client until she ended up like that. Who would have guessed I had this kind of talent hidden in me?
Well, I suppose a cock over 25cm long counted as talent, if nothing else was. Uselessly oversized, so much so that I'd never once been able to have proper sex before all this.
Even my ex-girlfriend—the woman who'd taken me the deepest of anyone—had said it hurt if I got more than halfway in. Couldn't be helped.
But for a non-human like Mumungmumung, my size wasn't any problem whatsoever.
Sure, my cock was over 25cm—a monstrous length by human standards, rare enough to be practically unheard of—but that was only by human standards. Compared to races built on a massive scale, like minotaurs or giants, it wasn't really all that big.
Not that I needed to compare myself to them anyway.
Giants, who casually topped several meters in height, were basically living cranes; they had rotting piles of ways to make money that had nothing to do with this work, and frankly there wasn't a single race among Dispensers that you'd call high-tier like the giants. The overwhelming majority were human, and the next most common were barely orcs—which meant my only real competition, at most, was humans and orcs.
And with a cock that was absurd by human standards, the human Dispensers who made up the majority were of no concern to me at all. Which left the orcs—and even among orcs, my cock wasn't anything they'd look down on.
If anything, by orc standards mine was actually on the large side.
Which meant, in short, that I had nothing to be ashamed of.
Excessively huge by human reckoning, but solidly in the "big-dick" range by orc standards. That was exactly where I fell—and so, by the standards of the majority of clients who actually used Dispensers, I was probably best described as just the right size.
Mumungmumung the slime was one example, and most werebeasts, succubi, and their like had bodies that weren't particularly large compared to humans.
With this kind of thing, bigger was never actually better.
A point I knew better than anyone, having been the guy with the excessively oversized cock barely two years ago.
I looked down at my still-erect cock, having just dumped that much inside Mumungmumung.
Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine this thing was built for non-humans.
Even if I'd known today that Mumungmumung's core was her weak point—and even if I'd known my cock carried enough force to punch straight through it—it would have been physically impossible if I'd been equipped with something the size of an ordinary human's.
There was only just enough slack for it, but her core sat at a depth that only a cock like mine could reach. Of course it was impossible otherwise.
The very thing that had always made proper sex difficult for me—and only today did that enormous cock finally pay off.
“So it's a win?”
Maybe it was a win.
After all, thanks to this, even in a world gone to hell, I'd found a way to keep myself fed.
Today had been pure luck, sure—but I'd still earned over six million won for a single day's work.
Two years of scraping through misery since the world went to shit, and now one cock had turned my whole life around. It was hard to put a word to how that felt.
This very morning I'd been agonizing over whether the Han River was getting too warm, or whatever. And now I didn't have to worry about that anymore—and it was all thanks to my dick. Honestly...
“By the way, seems I've still got plenty left in the tank.”
When I checked my Body Checker, it had shifted to a faint red.
According to Lilith, it turned red as you got squeezed toward your limit, so I'd apparently been wrung out somewhat—but I still looked to have a good while of headroom before it went fully red.
Not that I was planning to squeeze in another round.
Business was closed for today.
Grrrrumble...
“...I'm hungry.”
Come to think of it, all I'd eaten today was a snack from the center and three bottles of Elixir. And I'd thrown most of the snack back up from the side effects of the spatial transit. Now that I thought about it, my stomach was roaring.
I scratched my belly absently, and there it was—the mark that only I could see, and Lilith, and no one else.
Level Drain.
The racial trait Lilith had granted me, one that only succubi were supposed to be born with. The mark that proved it was, had anyone else been able to see it, a somewhat embarrassing shape.
It looked just about identical to what people used to call a womb tattoo.
Though unlike the womb tattoos I knew—the ones you'd call a cinmu design—this one was shaped like a dick.
“Doesn't matter as long as nobody else can see it, I guess...”
If it had been visible to everyone, I'd have looked like some freak who'd tattooed a cock onto his stomach.
Anyway, I noticed the mark had changed.
It used to be just a lone cock, sitting there on its own—but now the inside of the design had turned milky white, exactly like a dick right on the edge of coming.
But that was the only change. There was no feeling of power surging through my body or anything like that.
The Level Drain that succubi used instinctively simply absorbed part of their partner's power through sex alone—an ability you could, from a certain angle, call straight-up cheating.
The Level Drain Lilith granted me, on the other hand, could be used even by a human like me—but in exchange, it was limited in all sorts of ways compared to the real thing, so maybe the lack of sensation was only natural.
After all, I hadn't even actually used the power of Level Drain yet.
Unlike succubi, who instinctively direct the power they absorb toward their own growth, I had to collect whatever I absorbed and then manually apply it in whatever direction I chose.
Yeah—exactly like a game.
Something like stacking up experience points, then spending them to raise your stats.
Which was presumably why Lilith had told me to call the Level Drain ability she gave me the Jotaechang.
Jotaechang.
She'd named my stage name "Pounded-Strong Dick," and now this too—Lilith had absolutely zero naming sense.
“I'll check this out when I get home... might as well go grab something to eat first.”
Checking the time, it had been less than an hour since Mumungmumung and I had entered the room. I came way too fast, over and over, so it hadn't taken long at all to fill the quota of ten. A little early, sure, but I could write it off as just eating dinner on the earlier side.
Judging by Mumungmumung's state, she wasn't going to come back to her senses for a while, so I figured I could go eat something and come back.
“Guess I'll wash up first.”
I was already drenched in sweat and covered head to toe in Mumungmumung's... arousal? Mucus?—sticky and gross all over. The smell was sweet, like cider, which somehow only made the stickiness feel worse.
Decision made: food first, and a quick shower before that.
After a rough shower, I slipped quietly out the back entrance so no other non-humans would catch wind of me, grabbed a quick meal at a nearby restaurant, and returned to the room where Mumungmumung was waiting.
“...Still out of it, huh.”
Just as I was starting to wonder if something had actually gone wrong, her body twitched and stirred.
“Where... am I...?”
“You're awake?”
Saying that, I held out to the still-dazed Mumungmumung a drink I'd bought at the convenience store on the way back—apparently a popular one among the slime races.
“...Thank you.”
She eyed the drink I'd offered, then gave a small nod, took it, and drank.
“...Hoo.”
She gulped the whole thing down in one go, then let out a small sigh, and I asked her.
“So, what exactly is that stuff? It was insanely expensive.”
My own dinner, thrown together at random, had cost maybe ten thousand won—and this single drink in that little bottle had cost the same as my entire meal.
In a word: rip-off expensive.
It just looked like some pale, milky-white liquid, too.
Was it like, premium milk or something? I'd heard minotaur milk was supposed to be pricey.
“...Don't you know? This stuff. They make it here.”
“Oh... they make that kind of thing here?”
That was news to me. So they even made drinks in this place, I was thinking—when Mumungmumung told me a shocking truth.
“Yeah... this stuff's made from semen.”
......
The truth was so shocking that I momentarily forgot how to speak.
Why on earth would they sell that at a convenience store?
But then, it was only shocking to me. To other non-humans, it was probably no stranger than buying a lunchbox at a corner store, so I supposed it made sense.
Feeling the deep, entrenched wall between the races, I spoke to Mumungmumung anyway.
“Anyway... the contract's fulfilled—all ten. Were you satisfied?”
“...Yeah. A little... maybe too satisfied.”
Watching her say it with a wry smile—her speech as fluent as ever, her expressions far richer now—I decided it was time to deal with the thing I'd been waiting on since she'd finally stirred.
“Then, if you'd please make the payment, ma'am.”
I hadn't gotten paid yet, after all.
Mumungmumung nodded, asked me to hand over my smartphone, and I did.
She tapped away at it for a moment, and then—
“...There. All done.”
I looked at the phone she handed back.
That's it?
Just as I thought that, my smartphone buzzed.
When I checked, it was a text confirming that a deposit of over six million won had landed in my account. Even after withholding taxes, a full 6.4 million won had gone through—and beaming ear to ear, I bowed my head to Mumungmumung.
[Banking Notification]
Deposit: ₩6,400,000
Thank you for using our services.
“Thank you, ma'am. Please use us again anytime.”
“...Same to me. Next time too, I'm counting on you.”
Nice—apparently Mumungmumung wasn't all that hung up on having blacked out. Getting her all the way to losing consciousness had bothered me a little, but thanks to that, I could breathe easy now.
And then something occurred to me.
“By the way, this isn't anything important, but... could I ask why you specifically picked me?”
I needed to know so I could be careful about it next time.
With this line of work, securing clients mattered, sure—but so did maintaining quality.
“...Smell.”
“My smell?”
Had she liked the way I smelled, or something? I buried my nose in my own shoulder and took a sniff, but all I got was the lemon-scented body wash I'd used in the shower a little while ago.
Watching me do that, Mumungmumung said:
“...Yeah. A very strong... rich scent of life force.”
“Rich... life force?”
“Yeah. A very concentrated... strong scent of life.”
That was probably because of the timing—I'd just downed the Elixir right before, hadn't I?
That was all I could come up with at her words.
In other words, it was less about me and more the Elixir's effect: to a slime like Mumungmumung, I must have seemed irresistibly attractive.
Kind of a deflating reason, but whatever—she'd paid me six million won for it, so I decided to take the win and said,
“Anyway, I'm glad you were satisfied.”
“Yeah... thanks to you, I think the baby will be strong.”
And as she said it, she ran her hand tenderly over her own belly.
“Wha—...?”
I felt my pupils shaking wildly.