Lilith Ashtarte (5)
I sliced the tofu I'd bought for 1,500 won at the mart into neat squares, tossed in some bean sprouts, and dropped them into the boiling water.
I seasoned it lightly with just homeland seasoning powder and a bit of salt, then covered the pot to let the bean sprouts' fishy smell dissipate. Leave it alone now, and it'd turn into a decent bean sprout soup.
Next, I added sliced onions and tofu to the doenjang jjigae simmering with bean sprouts. That could simmer on its own too, so I moved on...
Leaving the soup and stew to bubble away, I seasoned the blanched bean sprouts with salt, soy sauce, chili powder, a bit of minced garlic, and mixed it up. Crunchy, salty bean sprout salad—done in a flash.
This alone was a feast compared to my usual slop, but today was different.
I even had eggs and ham from the mart. I heated some cooking oil in a frying pan, cracked three eggs into it, and threw in the sliced ham beside them.
Sizzle sizzle—the mouthwatering sounds and smells hit hard: the ham browning to perfection, the eggs transforming into fragrant fried bliss. Saliva flooded my mouth on instinct.
But my appetite just wouldn't kick in.
It was because of what I'd seen just moments ago.
Lilith, head shoved under the bed, ass sticking out—that image wouldn't leave my brain.
Her short skirt couldn't quite cover it, exposing her plump cheeks, and just a bit more would've shown everything inside. It was burned into my mind.
I could guess why Lilith was poking around under the bed like that. Her panties, still warm in my pocket right now—she must've been hunting for them.
"...If she finds out, I'm fucked."
She absolutely couldn't. Thinking that, I sprinkled chopped green onions into the finished bean sprout soup.
Knock knock. A deflated voice came from inside.
"...You don't need to knock or whatever. Just come in."
I pushed the door open casually and carried the tray inside.
"Time to eat."
"...You made this?"
I nodded, and Lilith eyed me with interest. I set the tray in front of her, and her face scrunched up.
"Eww, bean sprouts... Fine, whatever, but bean sprout soup, bean sprout salad, and what's this? Doenjang jjigae? You put bean sprouts in this too?"
"There's ham and fried eggs too."
"That's not the point, asshole. You eat like this all the time?"
"Minus the eggs and ham, yeah, pretty much. I didn't always manage three squares like this."
Cheap and filling, but bean sprouts weren't free. When money was tight—which was always—I'd skimp even on those. That'd been my life until yesterday.
"...And you kept that body on this shit?"
Lilith stared at me like I was a freak. Fair enough—I'd wondered the same about myself.
But that's just how it was from the start.
Even back at the orphanage, I barely ate jack shit, yet I shot up tall, got ripped without trying. Nothing special beyond that.
"Weird. You never got tested for a Gift or anything?"
Gift.
After the world went to hell, a few things overflowed. One was population, thanks to all those dimensions smashing together. Another was land and resources.
Last was mana—the cause, the reason, the root of it all. The source of Gifts.
My dimension hadn't known magic, riding the science train to victory. But most others had mana.
Hell, mine might've had it too, just too faint to detect. Myths and wizard legends could've stemmed from that.
But who gives a shit now? Unprovable, irrelevant.
What mattered was what mana actually was.
I didn't know much, but simply put, mana was power. Fuel.
Magic ran on it, so that checked out.
Martial arts too—internal energy? Just mana's other name.
Anyway, dimensions merged, mana flooded everywhere.
And when bodies unconsciously adapted to that excess mana—not through spells or arts, but raw physical evolution—that birthed a Gift.
Innate or acquired mana affinity leading to bodily adaptation, evolution, talent blooming...
Average Joe suddenly breathing fire or whatever. Life-reversing cheat shit.
Obviously, when I first heard about Gifts, I got tested too. Dreams of striking it rich.
But nope—just confirmed I was a basic dickhead.
Slightly mana-friendly constitution, but not enough for a Gift.
"I did. Just in case. Nothing."
"Huh... That's bizarre..."
Lilith tilted her head. I spoke up.
"If I'd had a Gift, I probably never would've met you, Mom. Might be for the best—no Gift here."
Her eyes widened, then she snorted a laugh.
"Smartass kid."
"Whatever. Eat up. I'm starving."
"Just eat whenever. Why wait for me?"
"You're Mom, right? Moms eat first. Orphanage drilled that into me."
Beat with a spoon for grabbing mine first as a kid. Reflex now.
"Hmph. Fine."
Lilith picked up her spoon, hesitated, then cautiously tried the bean sprout doenjang jjigae.
"Oh... Tastier than it looks?"
"Told ya."
"Still bean sprouts. Eh, edible."
Can't just say "tasty," huh.
She sampled the soup and salad next, then actually started eating. I grabbed my spoon too—
"Hey, you."
"Too chatty during meals, Mom? Rude."
"Rude is you, fucker. Anyway... you remember anything from last night after drinking?"
I looked up from slicing my fried egg. Lilith was stabbing her rice bowl relentlessly.
Face normal, but her ear tips burned red. I spun my brain fast.
"...Why the silence? Do you remember?"
"Nah. Something happen?"
She eyed me suspiciously. But I'd played dumb—no cracking now.
I pinched my thigh hard, held poker face. After staring, she spoke.
"Fine... If you don't remember, whatever."
She went back to eating.
Close call.
I burst the yolk. Perfectly runny, spilling out. Irresistible with bean sprout salad.
I piled some salad and egg on my rice, about to shove it in—
Something brushed between my legs.
Looked down: Lilith's cute toes pressing my rock-hard cock through my pants. Firmly. Twice.
Looked up: Lilith staring, spoon in hand.
She grinned.
"So, fucker. How's the guy who 'doesn't remember' sporting a boner at the dinner table? Not from the bean sprouts, I hope?"
She pressed harder with her foot.
"Huh? Spill it, you little shit."
"Ow, fuck."
This was cheating.
The one who spotted it spent all day glued to Mammathong, your typical forum lurker swamp-dweller.
Buying dispensers cost cash, but info posts and reviews? Free.
Vicarious thrills worked fine.
And Mammathong's dispenser profiles plus users' raw, vulgar reviews? Prime fap fuel.
"Lemme see, Kang the Huge Cock, right?"
Some stalked promising dispensers daily, refreshing for new reviews.
'WannaGetMatingPressedForReal' was one such.
This newbie dispenser registered just yesterday.
Recalling the inhuman 26cm+ monster cock, 'WannaGetMatingPressedForReal' checked the updated info post.
A review already? On a dispenser registered yesterday. Only buyers could post, so virginity lost.
Hell, with a 26cm dick local? She'd have caved too.
Especially a clueless newbie?
Anyone holding out was either iron-willed or insane.
"Get the sympathy, but damn, what a waste..."
To soothe regrets, she grabbed her custom dildo for some review-fueled fun—then her eyes bulged.
That shocking.
"...29cm?"
Not just 29—nearly 30cm full.
Screenshot from yesterday confirmed.
Flaccid or erect, it'd grown over 2cm overnight.
"No way..."
But Mammathong pulled real-time stats from mandatory Body Checker artifacts. No lies.
Kang Huge Cock had grown 2+ cm in a night.
Humanly possible?
'WannaGetMatingPressedForReal' bolted up, checked the review. Sudden growth meant a reason.
Core talk? Slime, probably.
Didn't matter.
"10... times?"
Top local dispensers wilted after 5. Double that?
Monster dick and stamina? Bullshit.
And it grew bigger overnight? Cheat.
Why no such dispenser here?
Moving itch hit hard.
No fap, yet sage mode crashed in with a sigh—then a realization. She checked comments.
'ThatCatMeows'
Found the ID hinting at a local encounter vibe. Fingers flew.
"Yeah, fuck it. No local? I'll go there myself!"
And alerted fellow Mammathong lurkers.
That moment, Mammathong exploded.