Tutorial's End and the Stalker's Obsession

No-mess onahole, and the truth—no more additional objectives. A message popped up saying the tutorial was fully complete.

The rewards were so impressive that I felt a pang of regret there wasn't more. Maybe because I'd racked up achievements tied to stamina-building actions, the overtime bonus upgraded my Vitality Enhancement skill's rank.

Come to think of it, I hadn't even checked this skill properly when I first got it. I'd been too eager to dive into Brina back then.

I decided to start by examining Vitality Enhancement.

"Without this skill, I wouldn't have been able to enjoy it that much."

No joke—if I hadn't had this, I'd probably have been wiped out after the first load, too drained to go multiple rounds with Brina. The rank was low, but for someone with the authority of an Onahole Master, it was an essential core skill.

It mentioned some functions of the authority had unlocked, so I checked those too.

"No way, did I really cum that much?"

More than anything, Brina's stored semen volume jumped out at me first. I'd thought it was a lot, but I hadn't realized this much. This was an absurd amount—no comparison ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠possible.

Considering an average adult male ejaculates maybe 5mL max per go, 226mL from just two loads showed how monstrous it was. Awakener stamina plus Vitality Enhancement had created this freakish output. No wonder the orgasms dragged on forever.

The authority messages didn't end there.

This was the skill duplication from Onahole Absolute Ownership kicking in. The one that caught my eye was Posture Control (C).

It seemed to enable that final move Brina pulled—kicking off the flat of her swinging sword to dodge. I couldn't replicate it exactly due to differences in base agility and weight, but for someone like me who used various martial arts, no skill looked better. Highest rank too.

I selected Posture Control (C) without hesitation.

"I choose Posture Control."

All physical stats up by ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠1, and two new skills acquired. I truly felt how insane an authority was. Duplicating skills from others? No regular skill or unique ability could do that. And this was just one of its many functions—with plenty more locked away, no doubt.

What even was an authority, and why did I get one? What the hell...

[Shh-]

......

Anyway, the authority was incredible. I'd just wield it freely and enjoy.

Finally, a bunch of status window functions for onaholes had unlocked. I checked Brina's, who was still twitching unconsciously.

I'd thought she'd passed out from pain at the final rough pounding, but it was durability depletion and overwhelming pleasure. Feeling ecstasy instead of agony from being stretched nearly twice her size? Onahole bodies were downright lewd.

Max durability wasn't even at full—judged defective from her missing arm and blind eye, dropping the cap.

Oddly, no physical stats at all. Makes sense for something that can't move without a pussy.

Abilities section: No unique ability, just those three skills. That was normal. If every monster had unique abilities and skills, humans couldn't fight back. We held our own thanks to ours, despite inferior bodies.

Brina was strong purely from higher agility than mine, boosted by acceleration, jumps, and posture control for acrobatic feats—letting her pressure me constantly.

What surprised me most in the fight was her using techniques. Dagger Arts (4th Grade)? I'd scrapped by on techniques alone before awakening—no skills or authority—so maxing them out was my edge. Trained swordsmanship from kid genius days; turned out I was barely talented, but steady effort and dungeon practice hit 3rd Grade—top 1% in Korea for pure technique.

A mid-tier monster at 4th Grade? Maybe upper dungeons and the Tower were full of this.

"Oh, durability."

It was razor-thin at 1. I'd meant to repair at the end, but Brina's teasing got me sidetracked. Lucky it didn't hit zero. I triggered repair authority.

Using semen for repairs felt weird and dizzying, but system's word is law. I burned 99mL of Brina's 226mL stash to restore 99 durability.

As it healed, her twitching stopped, minor surface scratches vanishing. Impressive they'd held without tearing around my thrusting cock. No guarantees next time, so I toggled auto-repair ON.

Even at full durability, Brina didn't wake. Mental shock must've been worse.

"Does repair even fix the hymen?"

Curiosity any guy would have—I pried open Brina-Hole's entrance. Sadly, no regeneration. No infinite virgin destruction ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠play. Disappointing.

Post-repair, another semen use came to mind.

Growth Stage: 1 (MAX - Ready for next stage)

"How much semen for this?"

The system answered instantly.

Barely enough left. No details on Stage 2 changes—regrettable—but I grew her anyway, curious what it'd do.

Unlike repair, growth took time. Figured unconscious Brina would wake during it—I stowed her in inventory.

"Whew, I'm beat."

More exhausting than dungeon hunting. But not draining fatigue. Knowing my authority made me stronger cleared my mind like never before, letting me dream of tomorrow.

"Time for bed. Gotta meet Jeong-hwa tomorrow, plus other stuff."

Semen in authority-made onaholes got fully absorbed—no cleanup. Her lube must be volatile too; the floor puddles had vanished without trace. Semen scent still ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠lingered, amplifying the convenience.

Quick wash, dinner, then out to trash the bags. The mountain of black bags with onahole and cum? All gone.

"Sorry, sanitation workers..."

I bowed deeply to the early-morning crew who'd cleared it blindly. A moment of silence, then back home for early sleep.

Tomorrow was packed. Fix dagger before Jeong-hwa, register at training hall...

"......"

Exhausted, Han Yeoul plunged into deep sleep instantly.

* *

"Snuuuurk... haaah..."

A dark room lit by no lights, piled with black trash bags. Some woman had her head buried in one, inhaling deeply.

"Fucking asshole. Discharges without a word?"

Riiip-riiiip—

"Yeah... ugh! Shit, I managed your loads so well, and you jack off solo all week right after?"

Face-down, head in the bag, ass up—she rubbed her clit with one hand, masturbating.

"Told you spreading that horny scent everywhere's dangerous. That's why I handled your cum control, but you don't get it. Fuck... ungh..."

Squirt—splurt—

A weak climax; her hips shivered, pussy spraying lightly.

"Haa, haa. How do I get my worthless pup back by my side? Snuuuurk... haa... ahh, one more first, then think. Ahn, ungh."

Semen-scented room—she kept her head in the bag, diving back into masturbation without changing position. Her self-pleasure lasted till morning sun hit her cum-matted red hair.