Is That All You've Got?

"Is that all you've got?"

“Ugh!” The woman tried to shove me off as I sat with my full weight planted on her stomach. But I wasn’t light enough to be thrown aside so easily. It wasn’t just my body mass; it was every ounce of resentment I’d piled up against her. I poured that weight into the hand I laid on her chest. The chill of her clothing met my palm. I seized it and ripped with all my strength. Riiip! The fabric lost its shape and purpose, scattering in useless shreds.

I groped across her chest, stripped away the bra, then bound both her wrists together with it. Finally I tore her skirt and panties clean off. Riiip! The moment the cloth gave way, a thick, feminine musk rolled up thick enough to taste. The heavy scent clawed at my sanity. I barely choked down the urge to drive straight into her. There was still work to do.

I ran my hands over every inch of her body. I’d checked her when we first met, but the woman had hidden tools all over herself. Between her buttocks I found a small rod—processed chicken feet and combs, the kind used to trigger simple spells. Then, digging beneath her breasts, my fingers closed on a sweat-soaked rainbow feather. Another magic item. It gave a modest boost to a caster’s power and magical resistance.

“As expected.” I hurled both objects into the distance.

Doppelgangers could replicate almost everything by grafting skin: face, texture, body hair, voice, even scent. Externally they were damn near perfect. But their power always came with limits. The strength they could display was lower than the original’s, and the restrictions piled up. A vampire’s superhuman physique, for instance, would still fall short of a true vampire’s might. A magician without her tools couldn’t cast at all. She’d clearly hidden these items for that very reason, so I removed them first.

Nothing held ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠me back now. I yanked my pants down in a frantic hurry. The boss was still fighting somewhere. All around us, Samgunhoe thugs screamed. The sight of me dropping my trousers in the middle of a battlefield felt absurd, yet I honestly couldn’t wait another second. The limit was here. My body burned.

I spread the woman’s legs. Unlike the hair on her head, thick black curls framed a glistening slit. I slid a saliva-coated finger into her dry folds and rubbed the tight channel. That should be enough. I had neither time nor patience to tease her until she grew wet. I freed my cock, the one I’d designed during character creation. In human form it was merely a little longer and thicker than average; the truly massive version only appeared in werewolf shape.

I pushed the slightly moistened head against her entrance and thrust. Sluuurp! After a moment of resistance it sank in smoothly. The instant my cock kissed her inner walls, my mind flashed white. I had never felt pleasure like this. Was it the drug? I gripped her spread thighs and began to move.

Pow pow pow pow! Flesh slapped against flesh. Her breasts—large enough to be satisfying, though not Go Yu-jin’s size—bounced in rhythm. From their shape and movement they were clearly natural. The sight should have driven me wild, but the excitement died almost immediately. Something was wrong. The sensation against my cock was fading. I could feel contact, yet it was almost nothing. Like thrusting between soft, weightless blankets.

“Darling, is that all you’ve got? I’m a little disappointed,” the woman said. The arrogant smirk on her face made it hard to believe she had been terrified of the boss’s power only moments ago. Not a trace of fear remained. Instead she looked down at me with relaxed, almost pitying eyes.

“I had expectations because you’re a werewolf… You know how it is—male canines are usually huge, right? So I thought you’d be packing something impressive. What a letdown.”

I squeezed her breast hard enough to bruise.

“Eek!”

“Or maybe you’re just loose?”

I spoke in mockery, but doubt gnawed at me. The feeling had definitely been there at first. Then, at some point, it vanished. Magic? No—I had already thrown away her tools, and I hadn’t seen her cast anything. My experience wasn’t vast, but I was certain this wasn’t a one-sided illusion.

“Funny thing,” she continued with a knowing smile. “Men who call women loose never seem to have anything worth bragging about. Want to know their common trait? They’re convinced their dick is average or better. They can’t betray that belief, so they blame the woman instead.” She let out a soft, mocking laugh. “Shall I offer a suggestion? Why don’t you choke me?”

She lifted her chin, exposing her throat. “When someone feels death coming, the whole body tenses up. Every muscle contracts. Who knows? Maybe even a tiny thing like yours would finally feel something.”

I pinched her stiff nipple.

“Ugh…!”

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I drew back and slammed in deep. Pow! Flesh collided, but the friction on my cock was pathetic. Once again it felt like fucking empty air.

“Hehe…” The woman narrowed her eyes like twin crescent moons and sneered at me.

I tried again, gripping her ass to adjust the angle and driving in as far as I could. Pow! Same result.

“No matter how many times you try, it’s pointless. Your effort to overcome your limits is admirable, darling, but some things simply can’t be done.”

Irritation flared. The situation had reversed—I was the one on top, violating her—yet she remained perfectly composed, mocking me at every turn. No matter how hard I thrust, the feeling never returned. Frustration boiled higher.

In her mouth? No, teeth were a danger. Then perhaps her ass—

“Well? How about choking me now?” she suggested again.

“Fine. If that’s what you want, bitch.” I wrapped my hand around her throat and squeezed.

“Kkgh—!” Blood rushed to her face, turning it scarlet in an instant. Veins bulged across her skin. Her eyes lost focus. Her mouth gaped open and a long tongue lolled out. I loosened my grip.

“Haaah!” She gasped violently, chest heaving, face a mess of sweat, tears, snot, and drool. “Haah… haah… Darling, why did you stop? Hooo… That won’t do. You have to squeeze until I’m right on the edge of death. Otherwise you’ll never get what you want.”

“Keep running that mouth and you really will die.”

“All talk. Just like that pathetic little cock of yours. Men who lack confidence always overcompensate with bravado.”

I choked her again.

“Grrk—!” This time I didn’t stop. I kept squeezing with the honest intent of taking her to the brink. How long had it been? Suddenly the familiar tightness returned. Her words had been true?! Surprised, I released her throat. The constriction vanished again.

“Haaah… haaah… Not yet. It’s not enough. That wasn’t nearly enough. Quickly, do it agai—”

“All right. I’ll choke you until you really—hm?” Something hard had bumped against my cock. Solid. Like bone. But there couldn’t be bone inside a pussy. The sensation was utterly alien. I pulled out, then slid my hand into her.

“Krrgh!” Even as loose as she felt, taking a whole hand seemed more than she could bear.

“N-no, not your hand!”

I ignored her and kept searching. “Ugh…! Kk! Uuuuurgh!” Her body twisted. Her face turned blue. Just as tears looked ready to spill, my fingers closed around something. I yanked it out.

“This is…”

“G-give it back… That’s my sister’s memento.”

One of the items from Under the Blue Moon. A single-use artifact that granted a brief state of suspended animation when the owner faced death, then resurrected them. In the game’s lore it took ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠an hour; in actual gameplay it revived the user after ten seconds. The coin vanished the moment resurrection occurred. A consumable. And she called it a memento? An obvious lie. The proof was written across her face—she had gone pale with terror. She must have panicked at being discovered and blurted out the first thing that came to mind.

“You keep your sister’s keepsake inside your cunt? At least make the lie believable.”

I slipped the Golden Coin of Preservation into my pocket. Everything made sense now. She had kept goading me to choke her because she trusted the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠coin. She planned to fake death, buy herself a new opportunity. Once the battle ended the boss would torture her personally, after all.

Knowing her plan didn’t mean I would play along. I took a slow breath and cooled my head. Once the heat cleared, a solution appeared. A way for me to finally feel something—and to wipe that mocking expression off her face.

“You said you expected something wolf-like, right?” I rose to my feet. Then I unleashed the beast inside me. Muscles swelled. Bones lengthened. My entire frame expanded. Height. Hands. Feet. Jaw. And cock.

I wrapped my hand around the now-heavy shaft and said, “I’ll meet your expectations.”

I didn’t know what trick she had used, but on the surface nothing had changed. At this size her little games would be useless.

“W-wait, wait, wait! You’re joking, right, babe? There’s no way that will fit! Right? I-I’ll be honest. Actually this is a technique from the organization’s bedroom training— Aaaagh!”

I didn’t wait for her to finish. I couldn’t. The frustration she had piled on me was about to explode. I could hold back no longer.