The Mage Who Demands Semen Just for Answering a Question

"Here it is, our shop's specialty! The Piniplege Stir-fry is ready."

Steam rose in thick, fragrant clouds from the freshly prepared dish. Meat glistened in a rich red sauce, looking slightly flattened—almost like pork rind—with little protruding nubs that seemed more like decoration than anything else.

I swallowed hard.

"Looks tasty, right?"

"Yes. As expected of Comput-nim's excellent choice."

"Kishishi, right? Go on, try some."

With her permission I tore off a piece and brought it to my mouth. Soft. The little nubs were a bit firmer, but that chew was perfect. The spices were solid too.

"This is genuinely delicious. Great texture. What is it made of?"

"Pig nipples. That nipple flavor is the real highlight."

"Ah…"

Right. I was the kind of guy who happily ate tripe and live octopus. What was a little pig nipple?

While we ate I asked about Azbinal, the woman we'd just run into.

"What exactly does a High Priest do?"

"Because of that one just now? Exactly what it sounds like—a priest who serves the gods. Higher rank than regular priests. Senior clergy."

Her chest had been enormous. If holy power scaled with breast size, she was clearly high up. But the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠way she treated men had been terrifying. Using a guy's life force just to read my status…

"You called her a lunatic earlier, though…"

"She is a lunatic. Ugh…"

Even saying it herself made her shudder.

"As High Priest her holy power is pretty high. She's excellent as an adventurer too. Wait—is she excellent? No."

What was that supposed to mean? Excellent or not?

"What do you think a priest's role in a party is?"

"Hmm… I'm not sure, but probably blessings and healing?"

"Exactly! A skilled priest in the party raises the odds of everyone coming home alive."

That made sense.

"But she can only heal herself."

"…Only herself?"

"Don't know why. That's just how it is."

A priest who could only heal herself… That made her the absolute worst party member. What was the point?

"This foolish one still doesn't see how that connects to her being a lunatic."

"That lunatic priest uses it so she can take the front line herself."

"Ah… because she can heal herself…"

She hadn't looked built for the front line, though.

"Yeah. Last party, one of her arms got chopped off by an axe and she still bit the minotaur's dick clean off. I still can't forget that sight."

"Her arm got cut off? And she bit a dick?"

Definitely a lunatic. Her arms had looked fine earlier, so she could regenerate that too.

"She's completely battle-crazy. And that thing is a High Priest. Hmph."

I was never getting involved with her. Terrifying woman. Comput had saved me again.

"Whew. If you're done, let's go."

"Yes, Comput-nim."

She paid again. I was penniless.

"I'm sorry, Comput-nim. I should treat you sometime…"

"Huh? Women paying is normal here. What money would a man have?"

True—lowly slaves without proper jobs. How many men could even walk into a place like this?

As we left the shop, Comput asked, "Anywhere you want to see?"

I pointed at the massive tower that had been bothering me since earlier, rising from the center of the city.

"What is that place?"

"Ah, the Magic Tower? Tower of the mages. Exactly what it sounds like—where mages live."

"Oh… There was no such thing as magic in my world. I'm curious."

"Yeah? Great. Let's go there then."

She promptly turned down the right-hand path—the opposite direction from the tower sitting clearly on the left. How do you get lost with a building that obvious?

With the same flattery as before I took the lead and finally got us to the Magic Tower.

Up close it looked even stranger. The diameter was surprisingly narrow, yet it soared impossibly high—like two pencils stacked end to end. How did a building like that even stand? Wasn't it going to collapse?

I followed Comput inside and the scenery completely changed. Spacious. Insanely spacious. The diameter that had looked so skinny from outside had expanded dozens of times over.

"Amazing, right? I was shocked the first time too. This is the Magic Tower."

"Yes. We're clearly indoors, yet I can see the sky and the sun."

"Kishishi, good thing I brought you."

People in obvious mage robes wandered the lobby. All women. All large-chested. Mana affected ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠breast size too, apparently. Only Comput was flat. A silent prayer for the weak adventurer Comput…

"Hm? Who are you?"

A woman appeared in front of us out of nowhere and looked me up and down.

"You're not from around here. And a man? Don't tell me you're a hero?"

"That's right. He's a hero."

Comput answered from beside me.

"Oh! First time I've seen a hero. Hey, what kind of hero are you? Sword? Spear?"

"…Heart."

"Huh? What?"

"Heart… I'm the Hero of Heart."

"Pffft! Hero of Heart, he says. Huhu. Earth, fire, wind, water, and~ heart! Huhuhuh."

I was already sick of this routine.

"Ah, that was funny. I'm Pelanala."

"Are you a mage, by any chance?"

"Ah…"

My question. And Comput's sigh from the side.

What was that? It rang inside my head.

"He's a hero so he doesn't know how things work here. Cut him some slack."

"No exceptions. The moment a mage states her name the tower registers it. You know that."

As she answered, Comput pulled out her wallet.

"How much?"

"I'm not taking money."

"…"

"I'll take that."

She pointed at me—more precisely, at my crotch.

Take what, exactly?

Comput looked at me with a long-suffering sigh.

"Have fun."

"What? Eeeek!!"

A single scream and my body floated; the scenery changed in an instant.

Where was this? Comput was gone. I was alone in a room with the mage from a moment ago. And she was naked. Wait—I was naked too.

"Huhu, shall I have a taste then?"

"I'm truly sorry, Pelanala-nim. I don't fully understand the situation—could you explain just a little?"

"Nothing to apologize for. You asked a question and I answered. Now you pay the price."

"By price you mean…"

"Your semen, of course."

What the hell was happening?

And that compensation was a man's semen?

"I've been curious for a while. Is a hero's semen different from the men of our world?"

The guess was right.

"Alright then, let's see how different a hero's cock is."

"Um, the thing is, I've already come a lot today…"

"Oh? How many times?"

Twice for the goddess, once for the queen, once for the female warrior, once for the guide. All before noon…

"Five times."

"Aww, that's nothing."

"What? That was a lot…"

"Really? Hmm, good, I'll record that. In the hero's world, five ejaculations is considered many."

As she spoke, strange characters etched themselves across the ceiling. So that was how she recorded things?

"But this isn't the place you lived, is it? Even studs here come ten times a day. Come on, show me your cock."

"…Yes."

"Huhu, good boy."

At her demand I finally moved the hand covering myself. Come on, can you even get hard…?

It could. The moment she simply sandwiched it between her breasts, my cock stood at full attention.

"Wow, once it's hard it's really big. Incredible. Hero! You're amazing!"

"Thank you, Pelanala-nim."

"No need for that between us. Call me Pel."

"Yes, Pel-nim."

"Huhu. But why does this look so delicious?"

She stared at my cock nestled in her cleavage and stroked the head with a finger. The heavy pressure of those massive breasts from both sides, the warm hand wrapping the tip—it felt like being inside a mouth or a pussy. A brand-new onahole.

She kept kneading and exploring every part of me.

"Ahh!"

"Hmm, the sensitive spots are the same."

Fresh characters kept appearing on the ceiling; she was definitely recording. But if she was this curious about me, maybe her affection was rising a little?

Oh… Zero. She'd told me to call her Pel, so I'd hoped for a little something.

"Good, external recording complete. Now I'll taste it."

Lick, lick.

At last that tiny mouth opened and her little tongue flicked across my cock… It felt like a cat. Breasts bigger than her head, everything else tiny. That gap made her weirdly cute.

…Snap out of it, Kim Jeonghwan. This is a world of female supremacy. Stay alert.

"Haaah."

That tension melted the instant she took me into her mouth and pushed deeper.

"Mmmph~♡ Nngh♡"

She was saying something around my cock, but I couldn't make it out. Ah—not talking to me. More writing appeared on the ceiling.

Slurp. Squish. Thrust… Mmm… nngh… gulp… suck. Smack.

The blowjob continued. I still couldn't believe how my entire cock fit into that tiny mouth. She was skilled—opening her throat wide to take me deep, never scraping with teeth, deliberately pursing her lips to control the pressure with every stroke. It felt like getting head from a professional.

"Mmmph?"

"Nngh, it feels incredible. Your tongue is wrapping properly around the base of my shaft and tapping all over like it's caressing the whole thing—it's so different I feel like I could come any second."

Huh? Even I was surprised I'd answered. I'd somehow understood her muffled question about how it felt and replied.

"Mmmph-nngh?"

"How did I understand? I don't know. I just hear it."

"Mmmph♡ Nngh♡ Mmmph♡"

"Yes! I want to come! I want to ejaculate right into your mouth, Pel-nim!"

"Mmm♡"

"Nngh! I'm coming!!"

Spurt~! Gush gush gush gush~~~spurt~~~!!

I grabbed her head and came hard. Refreshingly hard.

Gulp gulp.

She swallowed every pulse straight down ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠her throat.

Sluuuurp. Pop~

"Phew, haa~ hau… Wow, hero semen… tastes good?"

"I'm honored, Pel-nim."

"But why did you grab my head? A man grabbing a woman's head is a capital offense, you know?"

…

Fuck. I immediately dropped into a Grand Bow.

"Oh, what's this now?"

Another round of explaining the Grand Bow.

"Huhu, fine. Since you're a hero and it's your first day here, I'll forgive you this once."

"I am deeply grateful for Pel-nim's ocean-like generosity."

"Alright, I'll send you back now. To where your companion was."

"Thank you once again, Pel-nim."

Whoosh.

The same floating sensation, and we…

Arrived at the very top of the tower.

Whoa… the whole city spread out below. The wind howled. Freezing cold…

"Where the hell is this?"

"Ah, sorry. I'm bad at coordinate control."

A mage who couldn't control coordinates?

"Then how did we teleport straight to that room earlier?"

"Beats me. Sometimes one out of ten tries lands perfectly."

"…"

That was her excuse…

"How are we ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠supposed to get back doooown!!"

Before the question even finished we teleported again—this time into what looked like a laboratory.

I might actually die today…