Chapter 18
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 18
Chapter Title: Mir Ryuin, Now It's Your Turn to Be Researched. (4)
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"There was something like this?"
An incredibly thin, long line that I hadn't noticed before due to the shock of how tiny the womb tattoo was.
Like the string of a T-panty, that thin, long line connected to both sides of the womb tattoo, running across Mir Ryuin's perfect birthing hips and disappearing toward her backside, hidden by her plump cheeks.
[What the hell? You think changing the subject like that will get you out of this situation...?]
"Hold on a sec. Let me flip you over."
I cut off Mir Ryuin's pointless chatter and turned her body over.
[Ugh, mmph! Mmmph!]
Ignoring Mir Ryuin, who couldn't speak because her face was suddenly buried in the soft pillow, I traced the line that ran along her hips from where I'd left off earlier.
But come to think of it, isn't it weird that she can't talk with her face in the pillow? Last time with May Luina, even with my fingers in her mouth, she could still mumble. Maybe physical conditions affect mental states.
Forming that surprisingly plausible hypothesis, I followed the mark—even thinner than a T-panty string, the kind that might snap if I pinched it lightly. At the end was something utterly unimaginable.
"Oh my god. So the real deal was hidden here all along."
Without ever exercising, she had wide hips perfect for popping out babies, matched by plump, jiggly, springy cheeks that deserved the title of ultimate apple butt. A spiderweb-like tattoo covered them, like fishnet panties.
That pathetic little womb tattoo wasn't the main event. The real one was right there on her ass.
Mir Ryuin wasn't some inferior female with a smaller, punier womb tattoo than May Luina or Dain Adamas.
She had a massive, cock-stirring butt tattoo perfectly suited to her glorious dump truck.
"As expected. There's no way you'd have some lame, pathetic mark like that, Mir Ryuin. My bad for misjudging it."
[Mmph...?]
"Oh, right, your mouth's covered, so you can't talk."
I gently grabbed Mir Ryuin's head from the pillow and lifted it up.
Now she was propped up on her chin—a position that'd hurt after a while—but at least her mouth was free, so she could speak freely again.
[What the hell was that? Stay, are you just spouting nonsense again to weasel out of this?]
"No way. I just found your special tattoo. I never saw anything like it on May Luina or Dain Adamas."
[Special tattoo? So that means I'm not inferior to them? No, not just not inferior—I've got something they don't, so I'm actually superior?]
I never said that. May Luina and Dain Adamas had full-body tattoos and womb marks so tantalizing from the front that I didn't bother checking their asses.
But since I'd just scratched her the wrong way and risked making her resent me, I kept the needless truth inside and picked only the words she wanted to hear.
"Yeah, that checks out. I definitely couldn't find this tattoo on May Luina or Dain Adamas."
[So now that you know they don't have it, you're saying it makes me feel superior for having this special mark they lack? Of course, it's me after all.]
Her sudden self-worship hit me like a daze, but it was way better than leaving her pissed like before. Better she stay happy with this surprise ego boost.
Alright, now that I'd dodged a potentially life-ruining crisis, time to start the real treatment.
I gazed at her mood-brightened, soft, plump dump truck—or more precisely, the fishnet ass tattoo draping her massive, birthing-hipped, cock-melting peach—and announced the treatment's start.
"Now that I've found a tattoo worth stimulating, let's begin the treatment. Your cooperation is key, Mir Ryuin. Tell me exactly where feels good, where's sensitive, how good it is—everything in detail."
After stressing the essentials, I spread my hands wide and lunged, giving in to my urge to grab that huge dump truck.
I wanted to squeeze those soft, jiggly cheeks that held their apple shape without a hint of sag.
And spread that perfect ass crack—ideal for dick docking—to explore the secrets hidden inside!
What color was Mir Ryuin's asshole? S-rank Awakeners digest food perfectly, absorbing every bit as nutrition, so no pigmentation—pink, right? That'd be perfect.
Wait, perfect digestion means it's not really an asshole anymore. Does that leave it valuable only as a dick hole?
In that split second before my hands reached her dump truck, Mir Ryuin's perfect birthing mana tank sparked a flood of constructive, philosophical thoughts without missing a beat.
As my hands stretched out amid all those thoughts and closed in to grab that massive, soft, plump ass, Mir Ryuin's sudden voice halted me.
[Wait, hold on. Before you start the treatment, Stay, I have something to say.]
Damn. Cockblocking me right at the perfect moment. I was about to have some fun.
But voicing that would launch hell mode, so I swallowed my true feelings and asked back.
"Something to say? What is it?"
[I've never climaxed in my life. More precisely, I've never felt anything sexual.]
"What did you say?"
May Luina and Dain Adamas were unexpectedly virgins, but they'd at least masturbated normally.
Dain Adamas was a novice pussy who only toyed with her entrance, a true rookie female—but she'd still felt pleasure and orgasmed before.
Yet Mir Ryuin was saying she'd never felt anything sexual.
At twenty-six, two years older than me.
"You're twenty-six?"
Honestly, I'd held back until now, but I couldn't contain this question.
Her face and body were insanely hot. Logically, with that body, face, and power, being clueless about sex made no sense.
If she was telling the truth, astonishingly, the top three on the World Hero Ranking were all virgins.
May Luina made sense as a Saintess. Dain Adamas ignored weaker men, so that was understandable. But Mir Ryuin? No way.
I mean, it was Mir Ryuin.
Curious about something? She dives in, explores, and finds answers—a knowledge and experience fanatic.
Having been kidnapped and half-forced into her experiments because of that curiosity, I could say it confidently.
Mir Ryuin being ignorant of sex made no sense.
That's why I asked, "You're twenty-six?" meaning how could someone your age not know about sex?
In response, Mir Ryuin sounded pitying, like what kind of dumb question is that.
[I know about sex and masturbation. But physical pleasure never seemed valuable to me. No time to waste on meaningless crap.]
"Ah."
Got it. That made sense.
For Mir Ryuin—the world's sharpest intellectual curiosity made her one of the richest—sex was pointless, valueless.
Sex time meant research time for money, fame, power. Wasting it on sex evaporated all that potential.
Sex didn't even rank on her priorities, so virginity made sense.
The short answer cleared my doubts, leaving me refreshed.
Like a sudden breakthrough.
As I savored that relief, Mir Ryuin declared boldly.
[Well, it's not like I haven't tried anything. I'm a healthy adult woman, after all. I masturbated thinking it might change my mood. But... nothing.]
"So that means..."
[Yeah, I think I'm anorgasmic. I said your treatment needs my arousal and orgasm, but I can't provide that. Sorry in advance.]
This seemed genuine.
She was basically saying, "Your touch won't work on me anyway, so don't expect sexual help or cooperation."
Anorgasmia. For a treatment needing her climax, it hit like thunder.
...Or so you'd think.
But I didn't panic or freak out.
Because I was the foreplay genius who'd made May Luina and Dain Adamas cum like crazy in seconds.
So I could boldly tell Mir Ryuin—with her half-assed masturbation declaring her anorgasmic, babbling like a pup that she'd never climax.
"In that case, Mir Ryuin, now it's your turn to be the research subject."