Chapter 55
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 55
Chapter Title: Fuse
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I opened my eyes.
The moldy stain I'd been staring at for days.
The same shitty trash heap of a ceiling in the corner of this room.
But somehow,
it looked more vivid in color, almost artistic.
Like it had its own peculiar charm?
I turned my head.
Baekrin was sprawled out asleep, not a stitch of clothing on her.
Fast asleep, totally at ease with the world.
Her white back and ass gleamed dazzlingly in the sunlight.
"......"
I quietly sat up.
Fumbled around for my pants and pulled them on,
then grabbed the water bucket from the table and chugged straight from it.
Gulp, gulp.
The lukewarm water slid down my throat, sloshing in my gut,
clearing the slight haze from my mind.
It had a faint fishy smell,
nothing you'd call top-grade drinking water, but whatever...
"Ahh......"
Still, tasted damn good.
I wiped my mouth and looked back down at Baekrin on the bed.
And in my head, I solemnly declared.
I had sex.
I popped my cherry.
One shot in her mouth, one in her pussy.
So that counts as 1.5 times.
For my first go, it was more than once, even if not quite twice.
Seriously, damn glad I'm alive.
My chest swelled with emotion.
This wasn't just about sticking my dick in and nutting happily.
A whole new chapter in life had opened.
The world divides into two kinds of people.
Those who've fucked, and those who haven't.
No fucker gets to argue this point right now.
Yesterday, I was the latter.
A pitiful, incomplete being living in ignorance of this greatness.
But today? I'm the former.
A fully realized male, a true "man" in every sense.
Honestly, I had no idea it'd be this good.
I'd vaguely thought... it'd be better than jerking off alone,
and that guess feels pathetic now.
My left hand? Right hand? Just friction toys, trash.
Cold air, dry calluses, that brutal emptiness after blowing a load.
But the real thing? Different story.
Hot, wet, squeezing, sucking—that vivid pressure.
Plus sight, sound, touch, taste, smell.
Everything amped up, satisfying, overwhelming immersion.
"......Blasphemy."
I muttered under my breath.
Daring to compare that hand bullshit to this divine act.
If there's a god of sex, I'd deserve a lightning bolt for such ignorant sacrilege.
For twenty years—no, fifty including my past life—I'd been a frog in a well...
Or rather, a tadpole's tadpole, a cum-stained sperm.
I repent. And I praise.
Hail the creator of this sublime pleasure.
Forget Jesus—Dickus Pussius. Hallelujah.
"Whew."
With reverence, I plopped my ass onto the creaky wooden chair.
Condition: peak. Bursting with vitality. Back doesn't even hurt.
When mind and body are this healthy,
it's the perfect time to reset my life's milestones and reprioritize.
Since reincarnating into this shitty isekai,
from childhood I'd ingrained absolute rules deep in my bones.
My priorities for this second-life grind.
#1: [Survival]
Unchanging.
Nothing matters more than my life.
#2: [Money]
Obvious. Gold doesn't betray.
It protects me, keeps me comfy.
And last, #3.
[Settling Debts]
Paying off life's IOUs.
Revenge or repayment.
Clearing the tabs I've noted on all those bastards who've fucked with me.
But compared to 1 and 2? Not crucial.
Optional,
do it when I feel like it,
a luxury for when I've got spare time.
But.
This historic morning marked a massive shift
in my twenty-year priority list.
Money.
History's greatest invention, absolute value.
Proven over eons,
my long-time main squeeze gets bumped to #3 by...
A monstrous newcomer claiming solo #2.
#2: [Sex]
Simple reason: it felt fucking amazing.
If money's history, sex is what built it.
No sex, no history.
Back in primitive times, say our caveman ancestors.
No nutting, no kids,
no history, no civilization.
All human progress, grand ideas?
Born from sweaty bed grunts.
No pussy, no future.
Top of the three big urges for a reason.
Others might differ, but for me from today? Top priority.
Disagree? You're wrong.
Go jerk off.
While you doubters fap,
I'll be fucking Baekrin.
Creeeak.
I lifted off the chair.
And crawled back into the bed, still warm.
Rustle.
Lying down, Baekrin's smooth nude body welcomed me.
No hesitation—I grabbed one ass cheek.
Soft, chewy.
Flesh spilling between fingers. Heavy, springy heft in my palm.
Like kneading dough, I squished her ass,
refining my updated list.
#2: [Harem Sex] (Revised)
One woman forever? Bullshit.
Sure, she's a knockout.
Personality's flawed, but face pretty, body killer.
Plus the symbolic first.
But for a stud like me,
wasting my life on one hole? Too tragic.
World's vast, girls aplenty.
Farmer cuties plowing fields right now.
Commoner girls sweating in all trades.
Merc girls gripping weapons. Knight girls.
Noble girls sipping tea leisurely somewhere.
......Prostitutes optional.
Endless variety.
Their tit sizes,
pussy shapes, pubes' color and style.
Dying without exploring? Neglect of duty for a superior gene, great adventurer like me.
Smack!
Light snap on her jiggly ass. Resolved.
"The more, the merrier. My goal: harem. Harem."
Baekrin included,
mix flesh with as many as possible. Dedicate myself.
My grand vow etched deep,
"Oh, you're up?"
"......"
"Wanna do morning wood while you're at it?"
Squeeze.
"Agh, fuck! Let go! It's snapping!!"
She seized my wrist on her ass,
ulna-radius artery on the verge of rupture in fucking agony,
and took root in my heart.
.....
"......No, why not?"
I was baffled.
Thought we'd nailed the first button perfectly.
But this damn bitch,
post-morning-after, slashed away my advances like a blade.
[Don't.]
[Why? You loved it, slut!]
[Not in the mood. Annoying.]
Makes no sense.
Once you fuck, it's free pass, right?
Whenever I want, skip if not?
Thinks I'm some disposable dildo?
Forcing her? Impossible.
She'd beat me to death.
Might even chop my dick off.
Once tasted her pussy,
stuck in a room together, my cock keeps twitching,
but her iron wall defense? Driving me insane.
Fucking bitch.
She jumped me first.
Showed me bliss,
then take responsibility!
Baekrin, you cum-stealing whore.
Anyway, teasing my appetite, sucking fingers,
creeeak.
The inn room door opened.
"Dada!"
Door swung, tiny beastie bolted in.
Clung to my leg like a cicada, rubbing face.
Whew, close—would've been awkward mid-fuck.
"Yeah, back alive?"
"Yup! Dada smells!"
"Shut it."
Man's fragrance.
Whatever, kid wouldn't get it.
Kain followed.
"......You're alive."
Hollow eyes, weary face.
"Says the old fart who babysat."
Noy's clingy ass,
days from daddy,
must've wailed nonstop by this geezer.
"Bet he whined for me nonstop.
One arm consoling? Rough."
Kain smirked,
"Nah, didn't even look for you. Just ate well."
"Oh ho?"
"Guess in that short time,
preferred this handsome middle-aged gent over ugly mug daddy."
"Bullshit, you just aged uglier."
I snorted, stroked Noy's head on my leg.
"Baby girl, tell me."
"Ung?"
"Me, world's hottest hunk here,
or that shriveled old ballsack?"
Kain's brow twitched.
Noy: zero hesitation.
"Dada!"
"See, old man? People's choice."
Victory high, grin split my face.
Kain tsked, flopped to floor.
Set down bundle,
"Enough jokes."
"Changing subject 'cause losing."
"Situation's bad, asshole."
Kain's face hardened.
Air grew heavy.
Baekrin looked up from polishing weapons.
"First, atmosphere here's off."
Off, huh.
Since landing, sticky stares everywhere,
slaves whipped bareback on streets.
Kids and adults stamped at offices.
"Wasn't it always shitty?"
My shrug; he shook head.
"Beyond the usual."
Kain rummaged, tossed something on table.
"Remember this?"
I frowned, recalled quick—not ancient history.
"Obviously."
On the ship,
one of the junk bits Baekrin dove for.
Picked it up, traced embroidery.
[Lohengrin]
"Old man said: Lohengrin family crest or whatever."
If memory served,
one of empire's three great dukes.
Wondered why bigshots wrecked here.
"Yeah."
Kain nodded gravely.
"Rumors all over the city."
"What rumors?"
"Dozens of empire warships heading west."
What?
War?
"Emperor's third daughter, Third Princess's warship—missing."
"......Ho."
"Her ship was Lohengrin."
Puzzle clicked.
Third Princess. Missing. Our sea salvage epaulet.
Glanced at Baekrin,
"So those wreck bits she saw... princess's ship?"
"Seems like."
Kain sighed.
"Ship left Nahark for empire port."
Now the mood made sense.
Mapped mentally.
That fucked continent's geography clarifies why.
Central continent ships? Complex hassle.
Center: east, west, south, north.
East: no ships.
Endless spine mountains, cliffs—no ports, no standing room.
North, west: empire owns prime sea coasts.
Ports galore, but empire seals to outsiders.
Only their warships, merchants.
East: nada.
North/west: empire monopoly.
Left: south tip.
Bellua Kingdom I fled.
So central kingdoms must use Bellua south ports. No choice.
Kaintrea family exploits, sucks tolls dry,
built fortunes naturally.
Other kings ain't suckers donating.
No alternative airway.
Tough? Cross mountains or fight empire.
TL;DR:
1. Non-empire kingdoms use only Kaintrea port.
2. Empire: VIP private lanes.
3. VIP lane: Third Princess vanishes.
Wreck? Pirates, sink, accident possible,
but lost between here and empire.
Empire? Ultrastrong bully nation.
Furious, who they squeeze?
Blame game: where?
All others use Kaintrea.
One target.
[Ship left Nahark for empire port.]
Here.
Even slum slave me gets it.
Ruben Kingdom, this city: knows shit's fucked.
"Hah... no wonder the bad vibes."
"Tsk tsk... told ya, old man. No jinxing."
I tsked the geezer.
Fuck, how long in west, and boom event?
Blame him, but
past life sin? Unfair.
Caretaking demented tit-granny was it.
Cigs killed? Bitch at dad, not me.
Anyway, got it.
Diplomatic shitshow likely,
kingdom pissing pants.
Warships incoming.
Mood tanked.
"But hey."
I shrugged nonchalantly.
"Bit uneasy, but not our mess.
We see Third Princess? Use VIP lane?"
"......Well, true."
We just passerby scavenged sea trash.
Turns out Lohengrin junk.
"Watch from across river.
We handle our shit......"
"But."
Baekrin cut in.
"Sold that ring."
"Ring? What..."
"Pawnshop. With stinky pouch."
Pointed vaguely,
"Unrelated, right?"
Flat tone.
Instant.
Room chilled like ice water.
"......"
"......"
Kain and I shut up.
"......Fuck, yeah."
Retract naivety.
"Deeply involved."
Not bystanders.
No firewatch.
Fuse lit on our asses,
burning in.
.....