Chapter 64
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 64
Chapter Title: Second Sex Education (1)
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Back to Paradise, to meet my sisters again—
The reason for my decision was simple.
'The only weapon I have is this one cock. But the pieces on this massive chessboard are far too few right now.'
The most efficient way to save Seraphina and crush Eclipse—using Gray to strike Black Line with a double-agent ploy—inevitably required me to stay hidden in the shadows.
But the only piece in my hand right now was that dim-witted Cheon Seo-eun, who might betray me at any moment.
'If she were even half as sharp as Da-eun noona, I wouldn't even be thinking this...'
So the path I had to take was clear.
Place new pieces on the board in my stead—stronger, more reliable ones. After finishing Aira's training, target Yoo Yejeong as the next clone candidate and ally, or the elder from the Maker Sect, Marcia Leosica.
This was the main reason I needed to become more manly and strengthen my sex skills.
Honing my one and only weapon, sharpening it ever keener.
With my thoughts settled, I stood up without delay.
My destination was the red-light district, the back alley where Paradise lay.
Pushing open the heavy door of Paradise as if it were routine, the chaos outside vanished like a lie.
Same thought every time, but this scenery never stops feeling awkward no matter how many visits...
Soon, I stood before the innermost door, etched with ornate patterns.
Hoo—
Yura noona's room. After a short deep breath, I turned the knob without hesitation.
The moment the door opened, steamy perfume and languid air enveloped me.
"Hng, well, if it isn't this face. Our little maknae, isn't it?"
"Long time no see, Yura noona."
From inside the room, Yura noona, lounging sideways on a lavish velvet sofa like a queen, parted her red lips and flashed a sly smile.
The smooth curve of her legs peeked through the disheveled silk gown, drawing the eye.
"Not a sex ed day today, so what brings you all the way to this noona's room in person? Oh my, could it be you missed your noonas so much you couldn't hold back? I'm touched."
"......"
"Hehe, just kidding. So, what's the business today?"
Yura noona set down her glass and straightened her upper body. The playful smile vanished, replaced by sharp insight alone.
"Tell me. Here for skill training, right? What results did you get this time, and what wall are you hitting... Aha."
Yura noona's eyes curved, a strange smile playing on her lips.
"I can tell without you saying. In just a few days, you've soaked up a thick feminine scent, our little maknae. An intoxicating conquest lust."
"Th-that's..."
"Two of them? One's the sweet aroma of teaching immature submission and corrupting her. The other... the bitter tang of pride broken after clumsy resistance. So... stimulating."
"You can tell all that just from the smell?"
"Hehe, of course. What do you take this noona for?"
Yura noona smiled in satisfaction, gently stroking my cheek. But her gaze sharpened soon after.
"But that's your limit too. You just bulldoze everything with that lower head, don't you?"
"W-well, yeah, but..."
No excuse came to mind no matter how I rolled my eyes.
Yeah, I've only been having real sex, huh.
Taking my silence as affirmation, Yura noona's voice dropped even lower.
"Hoo... Make women submit through the heat of copulation, whisper love to you. All good. That's the basics. But Ihyeon, that's not the core. It's not just mixing bodies to conquer. Drown her in pleasure so intense she can't breathe without you, make her crave sex with you. Make her beg for one night with you, offering everything she has. That's true domination."
I was speechless.
What is this, straight out of Sun Tzu?
I get the win without fighting part, but...
'How the hell am I supposed to do that right now?'
As I opened my mouth to retort, her fingers caressing my jaw slid softly to my lips, silencing me.
"Shh."
Her eyes curved like a crescent moon. An oppressively sultry scent brushed my nose.
"I get it, you're young and don't know the ropes. Crushing with brute force seems the straightest, easiest path. But take the time to slowly sink her into a swamp of pleasure... Get used to that thrill. That's when women reveal their truest selves in ecstasy."
Yura noona withdrew the finger from my lips and trailed it down to my chest.
Then, slowly downward along my body.
"First, let's check what feminine essence you've built up in your body."
"Huh? Feminine essence?"
Caught off guard, I blurted out. Yura noona chuckled lightly with an 'oh my' expression.
"You didn't know? When you use your incubus skills, you naturally absorb the woman's essence too. Not exactly absorbing... more like receiving the sweet nectar overflowing from their ecstasy. It doesn't steal their life force, so no worries. If anything, they'll be even more sensitive because of you."
Without waiting for my reply, noona reached out and boldly delved into my waist. The buckle unclasped, zipper down, pants yanked to my thighs in one go.
Yura noona knelt before me without hesitation. Her hot gaze fixed on my half-recovered member, she took it in softly, without a trace of doubt.
As if inspecting every inch, she slurped it out with wet sounds, leaving lipstick marks.
"Horok—"
"Ugh, noona...!"
She deep-throated to the root, then slowly licked every bit as if confirming all, pulling out. The moment her lips fully parted, I witnessed an unbelievable sight before my eyes.
"Kugh...!"
It wasn't mine. My dick was writhing like a living monster, swelling grotesquely. Thick veins intertwined with bulging arteries, pulsing. The tip had morphed into something horrific, like an ogre or orc club. Thump, thump—like a heartbeat from that monstrous cock. Before my terrified self could speak, Yura noona reassured me.
"Don't be scared. It's just your lust's origin, your power's essence, laid bare."
She gripped my grotesquely transformed member casually.
"Let me see... Hehe, quite the rich, sweet essence built up. You've collected a lot, our little maknae. If you hadn't sealed it away, the women you've had would've gotten pregnant multiple times over by now."
As if done checking, she pressed her index finger firmly into the glans. Instantly, precum-like fluid beaded out with a squish, and strength drained from my loins like a lie. The massive monster shrank back to normal just as impossibly.
"Hoo, hoo...."
I panted, nearly collapsing. That horrific scene still lingered in my vision.
"Good, this amount should let us move to the next stage."
"R-really? That's a relief, at least..."
At my relieved reply, noona gave a languid smile.
"But Ihyeon. What you need now isn't technique. To advance to the next stage, you need 'Sense of Taboo'."
"Sense of Taboo...?"
"Yes. The thrilling pleasure of crossing forbidden walls yourself."
Things you shouldn't do.
Sex with master and disciple, sex with sisters.
Hadn't they all crossed forbidden lines?
Before I could grasp her meaning, she whispered like assigning homework.
"Still don't get it? What you've crossed so far is just a shallow fence. You've never faced a real heart-pounding cliff."
Instead of explaining further, she rose gracefully.
"Hard to understand with words, right? Seeing is believing. Follow me."
"Where to...?"
"The Hall of Illusions."
The Hall of Illusions soon became reality of desire.
A special space in Paradise embodied as my mother, Kang Miryung.
'Hoo, training there again, huh.'
She'd teach the abstract concept of Sense of Taboo through experience in that room.
The day I got my incubus skill, I'd seen the illusion of embracing Instructor Seraphina. Well, actually under me was Wisdom noona.
I stood without further questions, straightening my clothes. Once on this path, I had no choice but to follow the noonas' lead.
Following her out, a deep, quiet corridor detached from the red-light din welcomed us. At the end, before a door draped in red velvet, she stopped.
"Go on in. You'll lose your memories again for a while, so a quick farewell here."
"Yes... I'm braced for it."
I pushed open the red velvet door.
The instant I stepped inside, a familiar sensation wrapped my body, consciousness growing heavy like wet cotton. The scenery distorted like heat haze, melting away, my body slowly sinking into a distant abyss.
Ah, starting again.
That was my last thought as the thread of awareness snapped.
That day, the orphanage was 'cleared out,' and the kids scattered.
It was inevitable, really.
The adults had always talked about post-orphanage arrangements—who'd be an apprentice at a pension workshop, who'd be adopted into which family.
A bit lonely, but because I'd prepared my heart beforehand? I managed not to cry among the kids.
'Only you aren't crying here. Good, I like that.'
And so, I was chosen for 'Paradise'.
The tavern called Paradise was a space in a whole other dimension from my old world.
Everything around was filled with red and gold. Gaudy crimson lanterns hung from the ceiling, thick perfume and tobacco smoke seducing the guests.
Not sure exactly what it was, but clearly some grand place. Nothing like the orphanage.
'Is it really okay for me to stay in a place like this...'
Then, a voice drowned out all the noise.
"Child, come here."
I looked up, and there she was. Kang Miryung. Owner of this vast Paradise. The mother who 'adopted' me here.
Even as I hesitated at her words, she took my small hand.
"What a sight you are. This will be your home from now on."
"H-home?"
"Yes. Your name is Ihyeon. Kang Ihyeon of the Kang family."
"Ah..."
I couldn't understand.
Why would Paradise's madam, called the Empress, pick me? Just because I didn't cry?
As I hesitated despite her words, she parted the crowd, knelt before me, and wrapped my small hand in her warm, soft one.
"Call me Mother from now on. Understood?"
"Yes, Mother..."
That was my first meeting with Mother.
But the fairy-tale encounter soon hit the cold wall of reality.
People from Paradise gathered around Mother and me. They bowed politely to her, but their glances at me were unconcealed—like dirty clods on an expensive carpet.
"You should start with education. Can't read, no manners at all..."
"Need to check for diseases from wherever she picked him up too. Mountains of work."
The adults' talk was too fast and complex for my young ears. I just blinked cluelessly. Countless gazes on me, none warm.
Then, Mother let out a languid sigh.
"Hoo.... Fine. I'll handle it all."
Her voice carried authority that silenced the staff's concerns instantly. But one man cautiously spoke up.
"Are you sure, Elder?"
Mother smiled faintly.
"Yes. It's been ages since I adopted one. I'll raise him myself. Hehe, I've got plenty of experience now."
"Understood, then..."
That settled all debate.
The staff reluctantly bowed and dispersed. In the quiet, her gaze returned to me. Inspecting my dirt- and sweat-stained state, she said softly.
"First, you need a bath."
Then, gripping my hand firmer, she added as if it were obvious.
"We'll go together."
"Huh?"
At her words, I startled back. I felt strength in her grip on my hand.
"N-no! I can wash myself, Mother!"
Even as a kid, I knew men and women bathing together was weird. But she brushed off my resistance, laughing with thick-lined amusement.
"Oh my, like a stray cat hating baths. It's fine, come here."
Irresistible force. Holding my wrist, she pushed open the heavy marble door into steam.
Before me unfolded the most luxurious space imaginable.
Floor to walls of pure white marble veined in black, golden faucets pouring steaming hot water into a massive tub.
Ignoring my dumbstruck face, she casually undid her garments.
Swish, expensive silk pooled silently on the floor. Through the misty air, the Empress's nude revealed itself fully.
Wow...
Mother was beautiful.
Black hair damp with sweat and steam clinging to her nape, exposing jade-like neck and shoulders.
Below, breasts so massive one hand couldn't cover, swollen to bursting.
Slightly sagging under gravity, blatantly proving their heavy fullness.
Then the cinched waist flowing to voluptuous hips, and atop that sensual mound, neatly trimmed pubic hair...
I reflexively hid my stiffening cock.
But.
'Huh?'
Attached to my body was something unbelievable—no way mine—a grotesquely huge adult cock.
Thick veins and red arteries twisted like snakes, writhing.