Jungwon Martial Arts Academy (1)
Warm water cascaded down her pure white skin. She gazed down at her own naked body, stretched out long and slender. Her lower abdomen throbbed faintly. Having sex with Kim Mugong felt like a dream. Once again, she extended her fingers and pressed them against the area just below her womb.
'...It was huge.'
Even now, the shape of Kim Mugong's cock remained vivid in her mind. It was almost surreal that something so massive had fit inside her small opening. Until now, the only masturbation Han Yeoreum had ever experienced was lightly rubbing her fingers over her panties. She'd never even tried anything involving actual insertion—it had always seemed too scary.
Following the flow of water, her hand drifted down toward her pussy. She recalled having sex with Kim Mugong. At first it had hurt like hell, but at some point, amidst the intense pain, a strange, lewd pleasure had begun to bloom.
“You fucking bastard.”
The curse slipped out on its own. He really didn't understand a woman's heart at all.
Of course, Han Yeoreum hadn't told him about all her traits either. There was one she simply couldn't bring herself to mention. Her gaze shifted to the hologram window floating in front of her.
Proof of pure, unwavering love for a single man. All stats increase when the person you love is by your side.
It really was in terrible taste. Turning someone's genuine feelings into a trait like this. It wasn't even funny.
“Mmph...!”
Without thinking, she slipped a finger inside herself. A heated moan escaped her lips before she could stop it. Maybe because of the running water, it felt even tighter than before.
'It hurts.'
She wasn't sure if it was because she was swollen inside or because her hymen had been torn, but the pain was still there. She carefully withdrew her finger.
'Guess it's not happening today.'
She'd considered trying again, but it was clearly too much. Still, after having sex with Kim Mugong, the chills she'd felt when she first woke up had completely vanished. A warm, cozy energy now filled her body. The crushing heaviness that had weighed down her limbs was gone too.
She'd thrown a pillow at him in the end and fled to the bathroom, but she knew how Kim Mugong felt. To him, she'd always been nothing more than the little brat in a school uniform he'd met all those years ago. So the moment they'd checked each other's status windows, Han Yeoreum had to force down the grin that kept trying to creep across her face.
It was the perfect chance to change their stagnant relationship. At first Kim Mugong had been reluctant, but he'd eventually given in to her persuasion. Everything's hard the first time. She had absolutely no intention of stopping after just one round of sex. After all, they'd need to do it regularly just to stay alive.
'Let's see how long you can hold out.'
Han Yeoreum wiped the foggy mirror with her palm. The face reflected in it wore a seductive smile she'd never seen on herself before.
**
I'd gone and done it. I'd had sex with Han Yeoreum. And at the same time, I'd taken her virginity.
'Do I love her?'
I wasn't sure if it made sense to be asking myself that after just one round of sex. But apparently my Conscience on Vacation trait hadn't completely kicked my conscience to the curb, because a corner of my heart was stinging.
To be honest, I didn't even know what kind of feelings I had for her. We'd gotten along well as people. She was a good friend and a good little sister. But a lover...? Just thinking about it made my brain freeze up. At the same time, the sense of fulfillment mixed with guilt and a strange possessive urge that came from taking her virginity made me realize...
'I'm trash.'
Or maybe this was because of the Conscience on Vacation trait too. It was naturally steering my thoughts in this direction.
“Sigh....”
It looked like I'd need some time to adjust to this new relationship dynamic.
'....'
Suddenly, the image of Han Yeoreum's naked body from earlier flashed through my mind. Those soft, fluffy breasts, that elastic figure, the way she'd squeezed so tightly...
'Goddammit.'
My lower body was reacting again. I forcefully cut off that train of thought and started rummaging through the apartment.
The place was a roughly 40-50 pyeong luxury residential complex. It had pretty much everything you'd need. Most of the drawers were empty. When I opened the closet, I found some simple clothes and two envelopes.
Jungwon Martial Arts Academy admission notices. Each envelope contained an acceptance letter—one with my name, one with Han Yeoreum's.
'So this is how it is.'
Murim Electric was a game with quite a high degree of freedom. There were endless ways to grow stronger. Of course, the efficiency varied wildly depending on the method. Enrolling in the Jungwon Martial Arts Academy was one of the more proven growth routes. Most people gave up because getting accepted was so difficult.
But if we already had the acceptance letters, that changed everything.
I took out the notices and placed them on the kitchen table. As I continued searching through the storage cabinets, I found quite a few unexpected items.
'IDs, smartphones. Interesting.'
It was as if Kim Mugong and Han Yeoreum had existed in this world from the beginning. All the related issues seemed to have been taken care of already.
I'd roughly figured out the layout of the house. As I headed toward the kitchen, I glanced at my status window.
The burning heat that had consumed my entire body after having sex with Han Yeoreum had disappeared.
'Was I really in that dangerous of a state?'
Now only a pleasant warmth circulated throughout my body. But what caught my attention more than that was something else.
The realm of the Heavenly Demon Divine Art had risen from 1-star to 2-star.
...What kind of insane martial art was this?
Below the description of the Heavenly Demon Divine Art, a tiny line had been added: 'Realm can be raised through Yin-Yang Harmony with a virgin.'
This was exactly that. A sex demon's technique. For an EX-rank martial art to be something only sex demons who practiced harvesting yin to supplement yang would learn... Of course, many of the arts those sex demons practiced were surprisingly pure when you looked at the techniques themselves. If you traced the origins of harvesting yin to supplement yang, many of them came from Taoist health cultivation methods.
Whatever. It was ancient history. These days, if you played around with it the wrong way, you'd just get fucked.
The idea that "martial arts themselves are innocent" was bullshit. I still couldn't accept that something like a unicorn technique was rated EX. Back when I was grinding the game like crazy, I'd never even seen an EX-rank martial art.
It was truly lamentable.
If I told Han Yeoreum about this, I could already picture the look on her face. She'd probably give me a look of utter contempt, like she was staring at garbage. No matter how important it was to get stronger quickly, I had no intention of becoming trash who only went after virgins.
People like that were usually called demonic practitioners. In other words, if you let your dick run wild, you'd end up becoming a monster. The so-called "great heroes" of the righteous factions would come at me like lunatics to castrate me. Using every underhanded method—poison, assassination, the works—to cut off the heads of demonic practitioners and then praise each other with "Truly magnificent, Great Hero!" was basically the righteous factions' specialty.
The moment you became a wanted demonic practitioner, you'd have to be careful even drinking a glass of water. I absolutely refused to end up in such a crazy situation.
Han Yeoreum had thrown a full-swing pillow at me before limping into the bathroom and staying in there washing for a long time.
'She must be feeling complicated.'
It was her first time, after all. It made sense. They say most girls have more romantic fantasies about their first time. This probably felt more like she'd just been roughly fucked.
Setting aside those complicated thoughts, I naturally started rummaging through the kitchen cabinets.
'Oh, ramen.'
Fortunately, there was food. I immediately started boiling water for ramen. It was a shame there weren't any eggs, but at least we had this.
The bubbling sound. The slightly spicy, pleasant aroma filled the air. The smell of ramen when you're hungry is seriously like a drug.
Just as I finished the ramen, Han Yeoreum came out of the shower and walked over.
“...Ramen?”
“You want some, right?”
“Mhm.”
I'd figured as much and boiled two packs. I lifted the pot and set it on the table.
“About that question from earlier.”
“It's fine.”
“Huh?”
“I said it's fine. Why are you taking something I said while I was horny so seriously by yourself?”
Han Yeoreum pouted her lips with an exasperated expression.
“Are you really okay?”
“When blood rushes to your head, everyone says stuff like 'I like you' or 'I love you.' It's normal.”
“Is that so.”
“Yeah. So just eat your ramen, Kim Mugong.”
I wasn't sure if she was being sincere, but Han Yeoreum seemed to have mostly returned to her usual self. I'd been worried we'd be unable to even look each other in the eye after having sex, but it turned out to be less awkward than I'd expected. For both of us.
After that, we ate our ramen in silence.
“This hits the spot.”
Han Yeoreum, who had already finished her ramen, rubbed her stomach.
“Don't you think your outfit is way too defenseless?”
She'd always been like this, but now it seemed she wasn't even trying to hide anything anymore. She was wearing a short sleeveless top that revealed not only her bouncing breasts but her pure white midriff as well. She didn't even seem to be wearing a bra properly. Every time she moved, her cute pink nipples kept peeking out.
“Does it turn you on?”
Covering her mouth slightly, Han Yeoreum gave a sly smile. She subtly pushed her smooth thighs, visible beneath her dolphin shorts, toward me.
“It doesn't suit you, so stop making that kind of face.”
Honestly, it was turning me on a bit. I forcibly suppressed the urge from my assertive lower half that was trying to express its frustration.
“Tsk. After getting to fuck a beautiful girl like me, you should be bowing in gratitude.”
“Want me to bow?”
“No thanks.”
While I was cleaning up the empty bowls, Han Yeoreum let out a deep sigh from behind me.
“But... what do we do now?”
“Just wait and see.”
I quickly finished the dishes and took out what I'd found earlier.
“What are these?”
“Our IDs, bank books, and smartphones. And these are the Jungwon Martial Arts Academy admission notices.”
As Han Yeoreum carefully examined what I'd handed her, her eyes widened.
“Jungwon Martial Arts Academy... you mean that one?”
“Yeah. That one.”
“You're going too?”
“Of course. It's the best nurturing route. I have the same thing.”
“Then I want to go too.”
...What a simple way of thinking.
“That's not what's important. Look at this first.”
Han Yeoreum came around behind me and rested her breasts on top of my head. The soft, squishy sensation combined with the scent of body wash and shampoo from her recent shower made my mind go blank for a moment.
“Do you really have to look at it in this position?”
“Don't you like it?”
“It's not that I don't like it...”
“You're so dishonest. Yap.”
Han Yeoreum wrapped both arms tightly around my neck.
“...I surrender, so let go of my neck.”
If she kept doing this, I was still a guy. It was getting hard to hold back. I didn't understand why this damn Conscience on Vacation trait helped maintain composure but had zero effect when it came to sex. Though if it maintained composure even during sex, that would basically make me impotent.
Me, impotent.
...I take back what I said earlier. That kind of misfortune must never happen.
“Alrighty, let's see here.”
Han Yeoreum looked down at my smartphone.
“...Huh? What the. The date is weird.”
“It's not weird. We've gone back ten years. Based on the tutorial quest.”