Chapter 2: Defrosting Snow Woman Yuki's Frozen Womb
"We have prepared a meal for our guest who has traveled so far. Please, eat."
"Ah, thank you."
I raised my chopsticks before the lovingly arranged table.
"Thank you for the food!"
"Fufu. Please, enjoy."
When I followed their customs and minded my manners, Yuki's mother answered in kind, a smile crinkling the corners of her eyes.
...Hmm. As appetizing as this spread looks, the mother looks even tastier.
Suppressing the lecherous demon that rampaged through my skull at every opportunity, I carefully took a bite of the grilled fish.
"It's... it's delicious."
"Take your time. There's plenty more where that came from."
The nutty fragrance blooming across my tongue and the light, savory flesh were simply superb. To a palate jaded by bold, spicy food, this clean, delicate flavor landed as a genuinely refreshing shock.
"Come now, Yuki, eat with us."
"Yes."
And so, doted on by mother and daughter alike, I demolished three bowls of rice in a trance before I knew it.
"Guess it's about time I got to work..."
Belly full from dinner and freshly soaked from a bath in the hot spring, I lay sprawled across the tatami in comfortable clothes.
Their way of life honestly looked inconvenient even through an outsider's eyes. Cooking over fire demanded some elaborate workaround, and the hot springs were strictly off-limits to them. On top of that, they could hardly even leave offspring behind...
A truly cursed race, I couldn't help thinking. Though every last one of them was a staggering beauty, of course.
Slide.
"Frey, may I come in?"
"Yeah, come on in."
Before long, the star of the show—the very reason I'd been brought to this corner of the world—slid open the door and appeared. The Snow Woman, Yuki. A woman with the cool beauty of a highborn lady and the quiet allure of true breeding.
"I have been taught, but... I may still be clumsy, so please forgive me..."
"Don't worry. I'll take the lead."
Her freezing constitution, it turned out, meant she had never once held a man in her arms. Which left me with no choice but to help her every step of the way.
"Excuse me, then... I will be undressing."
Rustle. Swish.
Layer by layer, she began undoing the thickly wrapped kimono. First the outer coat, then the white under-robe.
"Nnh..."
At last, only her pure-white underwear remained. I'd half expected traditional fundoshi-style wrappings if she was keeping to custom, but it was a perfectly ordinary woman's bra and panties.
Thump.
"..."
"Um... h-how is it...? I do hope it's to your liking..."
When the last scraps of lingerie slipped away, Yuki's snow-white body stood fully bared. Modest, fist-sized breasts sat atop a straight, slender waistline, while hips and a pubic mound developed like any mature woman's drew a man's gaze all on their own.
"Beautiful."
"Th... thank you."
Objectively speaking, Yuki's figure was seriously hot. Call it the classic sexy-slender build with just the right serving of hip and bust layered on top.
Seen only this far, she was one eminently fuckable woman, but...
Shaaaaa.
"...It's a little cold in here."
"I'm sorry."
"No, it's fine. Now let's take a proper look at you."
Chill air rolled off her smooth, bare mound and rippled across the floorboards.
Maybe I'll start with a finger.
"Hnngh?!"
"Yeah, this might be a problem..."
I had barely grazed her entrance before the cold came crawling up my finger and bored clear into the bone. Every part of me wanted to thaw her out fast and get to the main event, but...
Someone's getting hurt at this rate.
The Snow Woman's body, by design, secreted almost no natural lubrication. And however sturdy my cock might be, hammering it into a frozen, rock-hard channel wasn't going to end well. It might well necrotize before I even got to come.
"Give me a moment."
"Yes?"
I left her waiting and turned my back. Now, then—I'd crammed every manner of material into my inventory over the years. Surely something in there would do the trick?
"Not... this one. Don't need this right now either..."
"Frey?"
Ignoring Yuki's calls for the moment, I kept digging through my Hero-exclusive inventory. Mandragora... pass. A Dragon Heart? Way too much output—pass. Moonlight Stone only amplifies yin energy further—pass.
"Hold on. Yin energy?"
In that instant, staring at the blue-glowing stone in my palm, an idea sparked to life. What about the opposite—a stone that amplified yang instead?
"Eureka!"
"Ehh...?"
Hint in hand, I plunged my arm to the very bottom of the inventory and started rummaging in earnest.
"There it is."
Before long, the answer to our predicament sat in my hand: a stone glowing deep crimson. An ore of the earth, steeped for ages in the divine power of Solar, God of Light. The Solar Stone.
"You're going to treat me with that?"
"Yep. Just watch."
With the puzzled woman settled at my side, I took my time laying out the materials. Compounding tools for brewing medicine, and a flask of slime mucus. And most important of all, the Solar Stone.
"First, I grind the stone down nice and fine."
I would work it as smooth as possible—fine enough that even against her most sensitive membranes, the powder wouldn't leave so much as a scratch. I broke the stone apart, pounded it in a mortar into a fine powder, then blended it as evenly as I could with the slime mucus to serve as a stand-in for love gel. Before the Solar Stone's warmth could fade, I transferred the mixture to a bowl and lit a flame beneath it, breathing fresh heat back into the blend.
"Wind."
Whooosh!
Thirty-odd minutes of gentle cooling under wind magic, and...
"There! All done."
"Wow..."
The gel was finished—bright orange particles drifting and glittering through the transparent mucus.
The effect of my Solar Love Gel was simple. It melted the frozen depths of a Snow Woman's passage warm and supple, while releasing heat to shield a man's pillar from necrosis.
"So with that, Snow Women could share intimacy with ordinary men as well?"
"Nope. Too dangerous for the average guy."
Process it however you liked, the Solar Stone was, at its core, an ore carrying a god's power. Some half-baked man trying to use it would only end up burning himself raw.
"So for now, only you can use it, Frey?"
"That's right."
It wasn't even a lie. Most of the men stronger than me had died in the Species War, after all. Not by design, but as things stood, there was hardly a soul besides me who could get a Snow Woman with child.
"Yuki."
"Yes..."
Sensing the moment had arrived, I placed the Solar Love Gel in her hands.
Gulp...
Yuki kneaded the warm liquid between her fingers with wide-eyed fascination, then carefully reached her hand toward my groin.
Swish. Swiiish.
She eased my yukata open and, with painstaking devotion, spread the gel over my vigorously risen manhood.
"Oh... it's enormous."
"Thank you."
The feel of warm, slippery gel mingling with her icy fingers was a strange one. Like sleeping with the air conditioner on and the electric blanket going at the same time?
Once my pillar was evenly coated, Yuki carefully lay back onto the bedding.
"Hah..."
"Ready?"
I asked, presenting my cock before the visibly nervous woman.
I-It looks so big... and so hot...
The Snow Woman, Yuki. Having only just reached adulthood, this moment had her wound tight with nerves.
Will it hurt...?
She had never so much as held a man's hand, but the social media apps all the rage these days had furnished her with all sorts of dirty knowledge. How a woman could burst like a fountain from penetration alone... how the womb descends lower when the body is aroused... things of that sort.
"Tell me if it hurts."
"Y-Yes..."
And at last, the first man she had ever met was drawing near her tightly sealed fissure. The place she had always assumed was nothing more than where her pee came out. Had her mother never told her to keep it clean, she wouldn't have spared it a single thought...
Does it smell? What if he thinks it looks strange...?
She was half-mad with curiosity over how she might appear to this man.
Press.
"Hnngh?!♡"
A gasp tore out of her at the foreign fullness—far larger than she had imagined—and the searing heat of his body. The feeling of her narrow insides being pried apart, of something rough carving into her depths.
"It huuurts..."
"I've only got the head in?"
"...Huh?"
He had barely slipped past her entrance.
Trickle...
And then her frozen walls began to melt, love juices laced with grains of ice spilling out past her fissure.
"Hahh...? Why does water keep coming out of me...?"
"There's icy water pooled up in there. Let me get it out for you."
Slurp.
As Frey spread her mound with his fingers and drew the cold water free, a faint warmth began, little by little, to stir within her frigid body...
"Hahhh..."
It's warm. Like being held in Mother's arms, long ago... When was the last time I ever felt warmth like this?
"Your expression's finally softening, isn't it?"
"Yes... please, put in more."
She hesitated no longer. She was too afraid that one more moment of hesitation, and this chance would slip away forever.
Pressss!
"Hnngh...♡"
Frey's manhood drove deeper than before, yet the pain was gone. Her frozen walls were warming bit by bit, loosening, thawing. The ice flower that had never known a man was meeting the sunlight for the first time, slowly opening her heart to it.
"Yuki, you're clamping down way tighter than before?"
"I... I wouldn't know anything about thaaat..."
But being honest with this man was still far too embarrassing. This wicked little petal, drunk on the warmth, had abandoned all decorum and started clinging to him for dear life.
Yuki's inner walls behaved in exact opposition to her shy heart.
Squeeze.
Overwhelmed by sensations she had never once felt, she forgot her dignity entirely and fawned shamelessly over her guest...
Kiss.
...and even begged him not to leave.
Her walls, thawed warm and soft where before they had been ice, pressed flush against every inch of her guest's pillar, savoring the ridges of its veins, its stubborn hardness. Just as they say the quietest cat is the first to claim the hearth, her once-pure, demure petals were now more eager than anyone alive to milk and seduce her partner.
"Haha. Yuki, you're a lot more aggressive than I gave you credit for."
"I'm not a lewd woman..."
"Could've fooled me—your legs are wrapped around my waist."
"Th... this is...! It's not me, my body is moving on its own...!"
She hurried to deny it at Frey's teasing...
She denied it, and yet...
Squeeze.
I love this...♡
As the sensation of her own depths rejoicing came flooding in, her head began to drift weightless... her mind melting into a hazy blur.