Growing the Vessel
Damn. So I really had to fall for such an obvious provocation.
Fine. I’ll play along!
As soon as I tore off the swimsuit I’d been wearing and stepped toward her, she closed her mouth, stopped pleasuring herself, and slowly parted the already soaked flesh between her thighs.
As if inviting me in.
As if she’d been waiting for me.
My cock was already swollen hard enough to burst from all the visual stimulation alone. I gripped it and brought it to the opening she’d offered.
The instant her lips parted and she let out a hot breath, my cock plunged straight into the heated wetness beyond.
Watching her suck in a sharp gasp, I took hold of the beautiful curve of her hips with both hands. I pulled her back, then drove into her again with renewed force.
Half-submerged in the shimmering seawater, I kept hammering my hips forward. To keep herself from being shoved backward, she braced her hands against the sand and endured it, her ragged breathing spilling out in waves.
I watched her golden eyes tremble. I watched her breasts, their brown skin sharply contrasted by bright pink nipples, bounce with every thrust. I watched the slick, heated flesh beneath her thighs swallow my cock with a wet, obscene sound.
Each breath she took, each drop of sweat rolling down her skin, each trace of seawater dried white and powdery on her body—all of it was being carved into my retina.
What a filthy, depraved kind of beauty this was.
It was almost moving, in its own vulgar way. I gave myself over to it completely and shook my hips with everything I had, when suddenly she shoved at my chest.
She wasn’t telling me to get off. It was a signal that she was taking over now.
I obediently lay back on the sand, exactly as she wanted.
She climbed on top of me and began to move slowly, leisurely, almost as if savoring the way my cock pierced her inner flesh.
Ah, this is good too.
A wave of pleasure rolled over me, different from the one that came from simply forcing my way in with brute strength.
Even as she moved in a way that felt almost gentle, she would suddenly suck me in as if she meant to devour me whole. All those rhythms fused together organically, like one piece of music, lifting my senses higher and higher.
Good. Really good. And yet somehow it still wasn’t enough.
I wanted something more explosive, more violent—something that would blow apart the unknown, ticklish thing stirring inside my chest.
The moment that thought crossed my mind, I sat up. Then I moved in behind her and took position.
She had been enjoying herself in a rather leisurely way, but my sudden movement made her look startled.
That shock lasted only an instant.
When I shoved my cock in from behind with the force of something trying to ram all the way to the root, the hot breath that had until then stayed trapped in her lungs burst from her mouth, mixed with a sound of protest.
"Hah!"
Hearing that, some unknown switch inside me flipped on. I pulled my hips all the way out and drove back in with all my strength, and once again a rough gasp exploded from her lips.
Her breath was so hot that even on this blinding tropical beach, I almost thought I could see steam rising from it.
Yes. This was what I wanted to hear.
I didn’t just want to watch her leisurely enjoying my body. I wanted to see that ironclad composure collapse under my motions, to see her flailing helplessly as she came undone.
I wanted to see her ruined like that.
"Hah! Hng! W-wait. Ahhn! Hah! Hah! S-stop. Stop."
She flailed her arms, moving forward as if trying to escape me. I caught one of those thrashing arms and yanked her back, forcing her upper body to arch and making her breasts shake violently.
Reaching out, I seized one breast hard. Then I pinched the nipple between my fingers.
"Kyah! Ahhng! Ahhn! Ah, it hurts! Hiiiik!"
Her voice was impossible to read—whether she was in pain or enjoying it, I couldn’t tell. She howled like a beast.
And the more she cried out, the stronger the contractions around my cock became. But I didn’t care. I kept driving into her like a runaway locomotive, crazed and unstoppable.
This was it. This was what I wanted. This was exactly what I’d wanted!
"Kuuh!"
When I tried to pull back so I could slam into her again, the force of the spasming flesh around me was so intense that I was stopped dead in my tracks.
"Aaaah! I-I’m c-coming!"
"Khh!"
And the instant I witnessed her whole body trembling in the grip of a violent orgasm, I lost control of the release I’d been holding back and emptied my seed straight into her depths.
Even then, I shoved my hips deeper, as if I meant to pour it as far inside as possible and fill the very depths of her womb with my cum.
After the furious fucking finally came to an end, she collapsed face-down onto the sand, exhausted before I was.
With my cock yanked free from the heated flesh that had held it in place until now, a stream of white fluid trickled down from her hot little hole.
"Beast..."
Still lying there, she turned her head and gave me a sidelong glare. But it was easy enough to see that she wasn’t truly hurt or in pain.
If she had been, she wouldn’t have glared at me like that—she would have handed out a punishment worthy of the offense. I already knew she was not the sort of being that would break from this much.
"But you liked it, didn’t you?"
"Hmph."
When I lay down beside her and spoke, she snorted and turned her head away.
I pulled her close and let her use my arm as a pillow, then asked,
"You know I’ve been having a rough time because of the double class. So why did you cosplay as a new character?"
"..."
She didn’t answer, so with my free hand I idly played with her generous breast and asked again.
"You thought it would help me, didn’t you?"
"I don’t know."
The answer was a denial, but the meaning was affirmative. Even someone as dense as me could understand that much.
"What’s different about this character compared to the previous two?"
As I toyed with her nipple and asked, she let out a long sigh and answered readily enough.
"Those characters were already complete. They can unleash strong power from the very beginning, but they’re hard to develop any further."
"So this one is a growth-type?"
"Right. When you woke up, a new skill would have appeared. It starts at level 1, but it can grow all the way to level 10. This character had already reached level 9."
So it really was like an RPG.
But after playing online games where the max level easily shot past 100, the number 10 felt awfully small.
"Since the number is so low, I’m guessing it’s hard to level up?"
"That’s about right. Level 9 is the realm of a hero who can shake a continent. Level 10 would make you a great hero whose name goes down in history."
"Wow."
A hero who could shake a continent—what a hard image to wrap my head around. In modern terms, was that like an S-rank Awakened who’d become famous around the world?
Although Awakened abilities tended to suffer from a bit of power inflation, so maybe they were weaker than that.
"Then how do I raise the level? Should I just use the skill whenever I’m exploring a Gate?"
"That would work, but for you, there’s a far more effective method."
"Which is?"
"Well now. What do you think?"
Her smile was all sly eyes and hidden meaning, and I understood instantly what she was getting at.
"I think I’ve got the general idea."
I immediately rolled over on top of her again, and she gave a startled yelp and quickly shoved at my chest.
"No. More than once a day is bad for your body. Did you forget already, after what happened before?"
"Wasn’t that because you were a succubus?"
"That’s part of it, yes, but no. Absolutely not."
Come to think of it, I’d heard from people who’d experienced spirit trysts that repeated draining of their vital essence could leave them looking like nothing but skin and bones.
"Thanks."
"For what?"
"For worrying about me."
"Hmph."
She snorted and looked away. But even through her dark skin, I could clearly tell her face had gone red.
Finding that adorable, I slowly lowered my head and kissed her. Even she, who had rejected sex, accepted this without resistance.
At first it was only a light kiss, but it quickly grew fierce. The moment my lips moved toward her long pointed ear, she jumped and hurriedly pushed me away again.
"Again! Again! You never learn, do you!"
"Too bad. Heh heh."
"Honestly..."
She kept looking up at me with wary eyes, and I wanted to kiss her again because she was so cute, but it didn’t seem like I could push it any further.
In the end, I lay down beside her as before. Only then did she finally relax and rest her face against my chest.
"The reason your class got tangled up is ultimately because your vessel is too small. If you’d had a vessel large enough, you could have handled something like this just fine."
"Then you chose a growth-type character on purpose to enlarge my vessel?"
"That’s one way to put it. You catch on quickly."
After that, a new routine was added to my days.
In the morning, I’d head out to the Awakened Center and work as an intern. After work, I’d train in the Basement Training Center, then go home, wash up, and sleep. And inside my dreams, I’d train new skills with her.
"By the way, what’s your name?"
I’d kept meaning to ask every day, and then forgetting, but today I finally got around to asking her.
"Even if I told you, you wouldn’t know."
"Still, maybe I would. If I looked, there might be records somewhere."
"That’s not what I mean. Even if I told you, you can’t hear it, and you can’t understand it. That kind of thing."
"Ah... so I guess I’m still not qualified or something."
"Something like that."
It really was beyond a simple sex change, to the point where it was altering every trace a person left behind over the course of a lifetime. If she were just an ordinary ghost, something like that would have been impossible.
The newly acquired skill was called Dark Elf of the Dark Forest.
It was a rather vague name for a skill, but as its level rose, various effects would emerge.
First of all, my agility increased. Not just movement speed, but the feel of it was that all sorts of physical functions—including perception—were getting stronger.
As a special trait, the more stamina I spent, the higher my concentration would climb, which in turn boosted my attack power. On top of that, my aptitude for both assassins and mages seemed to rise with the skill’s level as well. Apparently, once it reached a certain point, a low-tier spirit magic skill would also be unlocked separately.
Just like this.
"Ooooh!"
I was told that which spirits I could command depended on my personal attributes, but because of the two classes I’d already gained, I could summon only two kinds: fire and shadow.