I'll Help You Drain That Lust

Kang Hanul's studio apartment was a one-room unit just a 20-minute walk from the Dungeon Gate. The problem was that 20-minute walk.

"Honey, check out those people. Cosplay shoot or something?"

"Whoa, that girl's body... Huh? But her clothes are all torn up?"

"The guy next to her has a great physique, but he looks kinda... dumb."

It was only natural that passersby stared at them. A musclebound guy in training clothes, a dark elf cosplayer in nothing but ripped leather armor—no underwear—and cradling a newborn baby in her arms. Even Elina, the haughty princess and knight order captain from another world, bowed her head low under the onslaught of gazes, cheeks burning with shame.

"Wh-where are you looking?!"

Then—

"OYE, WHERE YA GAWKIN' AT?!"

Kang Hanul suddenly bellowed like the street was splitting apart. Flutter~! He yanked off his gray training jacket and flipped it over Elina's head.

"D-don't peep! This here's my war trophy (Elina)! If ya wanna look, stare at my back muscles!!"

"Y-you lunatic! What the hell?! I can't see!"

"C-cover up and walk! Cold, yeah! Night air's chilly, you'll catch a cold!!"

(It's 3 PM right now, you moron.)

Elina flailed under the sweat-stinking jacket but oddly felt her cheeks heat up. Crude as it was, the protective vibe wasn't half bad.

Anyway, fumbling along like that, Kang Hanul pulled up his system window. Probably to properly grasp that catastrophe from earlier and its cause.

Kang Hanul's eyes ballooned like watermelons as he read the disaster-class trait description.

"Im-implantation...? Ov-ovulation...? Tr-triggers on ejaculation?! Uwaaaah!!! I always slept through biology class, I don't know shit!!"

Right in the middle of the street, clutching his head and wailing. But soon his dimwit brain sparked with miraculous logic, reinterpreting it.

Wait. Cooldown of a year... 80% magic penetration...? Aha!

He smacked his fist into his palm.

This is like an unblockable move from a fighting game! A year cooldown means it's a forbidden ultimate! Can't spam it!

Probably the only guy in the universe who'd interpret a trait that spits out babies in 2 minutes as an "unblockable."

The goddess Astraia, who'd been throwing a tantrum in his head since earlier, yelled.

"H-hey, lady! Stop yapping in my head! I'm studying my forbidden ultimate right now!!"

No clue why this goddess, who was enjoying the show earlier, was suddenly playing cop.

"Waaah-!!! Uwaaaang-!!"

Maybe Kang Hanul's yelling at thin air made it too noisy. Rehan, nestled in Elina's arms, burst into tears.

"Eek! R-Rehan!"

Elina panicked, patting the baby. As she soothed him, her sharp knight captain glare melted into a mother's face.

"Shh... What now? Hungry?"

"Wh-whoa?! Emergency!!! Hungry?!"

Kang Hanul rushed to her side, fidgeting and rummaging through his gym bag.

"H-hold on! I got BCAA-mixed water in my bag! Best for preventing muscle loss...!"

"You psycho!! What're you trying to feed a newborn?! Fuck!!"

Whack!!

"Gyaaah!!"

Elina kicked his shin.

"Good... Good..."

The musclehead dad's stunt of trying to feed BCAA to ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠a baby was peak idiocy, but seeing him jump in to fix it the second the kid cried made Elina crack a tiny smile.

...Dumbass, but not the type to ditch his own spawn.

Beep-boop—click!

"C-come in! This is my training ground (studio apartment)!!"

"......"

The proud dad beamed, but mom's face stiffened.

An 8-pyeong one-room. Dumbbells scattered in the corner, half-eaten chicken breast packs on the desk. Sweat-soaked training pants on the floor, creaky tiny bed, and suspicious tissue scraps on the desk(?). To a princess used to ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠a lavish palace, this wasn't a studio—it was an orc bachelor pad reeking of despair.

"You... lived in this trash heap?!"

"Trash heap?! That's too harsh!!"

Elina fake-coughed, pinching her nose—actually, she was on the verge of madness for other reasons. The room choked with male musk and a faint semen whiff. It flooded her nostrils, reviving her suppressed lust.

"F-first, lay Rehan down. Get a clean towel!"

"Got it! Sports towel for sweat okay?!"

Smack!!

"Soft one, you idiot!!"

After a back-smack, Hanul fetched an unused towel, spread it, and laid Rehan on one side of the bed.

"Ubb..."

Luckily, the dad-scented blanket comforted him; he wriggled and zonked out fast.

"Uh, Elina. Wanna shower? Bathroom's there."

"...Hoo, yes. Don't peek, male."

Elina snatched the oversized gray tee and towel he offered, ducking into the cramped bathroom.

Moments later—shhh aaaah— shower water echoed through the thin door. Hanul, squatting on the floor, gulped.

A girl... showering in my bathroom...!!

Through the frosted glass: swaying silver hair, chocolate silhouette. And that tight grip from the "battle" earlier.

"...Ooo..."

This moron was getting horny again. His dick pitched a tent.

The sponsor contract's "sensation sharing" shone at the worst time. The goddess gasped, feeling the erection too.

"Ah, shit! You're making it bigger yapping like that! Shut up!"

As Hanul pinched his thigh, ass-backwards—

Click!

The bathroom door opened. Steam billowed out with Elina.

"......!!"

Bottomless, clad only in his tee. No bra—nipples poked through. As she walked, chocolate thighs teased glimpses of her secret folds. She swept back wet silver hair; soap scent wafted. Hanul's reason teetered.

She was boiling too. Warm water relaxed her, resurfacing memories. Lust clawed at her brain. Her pussy dripped hungrily; her womb craved that huge cock again, descending low.

But a proud princess couldn't just yell, 'I'm in heat, whip it out!!!'

"...Hey. Male... no, Kang Hanul."

She spoke low.

"Y-yeah?!"

"I glimpsed your trait window earlier..."

"Y-yeah! Forbidden unblockable!"

"Right. If that uncontrollable cock... er, 'yang energy' erupts outside recklessly, innocents in this city face disaster. As Rehan's mom and monitor, I must prevent it...!"

Total bullshit. "Don't fuck other bitches" dressed up fancy.

But Hanul's brain twisted it perfectly.

Right! My ultimate on civilians = catastrophe! She's worried for me...!

Elina crossed her legs slightly, hiking the tee hem up her thigh.

"So. To stabilize your dangerous qi, periodic release is essential. With my 1-year cooldown active, I'll handle it. Discharge all that thick semen... er, qi into me."

Truth with bullshit sprinkles. Hanul teared up, moved—but shook his head.

"You'd take that danger for me?! No way, you just popped a kid, you're beat!!"

Elina nearly burst.

"Sh-shut up, idiot! Just shove it in already!!"

"Grrk...! Fine! If you're that set... I'll unleash my inner qi with a martial artist's soul!!"

"Yeah! Blast it... now...!!"

Excited, Hanul flung off his pants. Twing~!! Massive club sprang up, vein-throbbing, cheek-slapping fierce.

"......Gulp."

Elina's ears twitched; she swallowed hard.

"Here I go! Training starts!!!"

He lunged for the soft bed—!

"You mad ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠bastard!!"

Slap—!!

"Hweh?!"

His head snapped right. Red handprint bloomed on his cheek. Hanul gawked at Elina.

"Have you lost it?! Rehan's sleeping on the bed!!"

"Ah, s-sorry...! Battle fever got me...!"

"Battle my ass... Off the bed. Standing...!"

Booted from bed, Hanul got collar-grabbed and dragged to the corner wall. Elina leaned back against it, wrapped arms around his neck, hopped up—legs locked his waist.

Squelch...!

"Hng...?!"

Her tee rolled up; bare wet pussy sank onto his huge dick.

Splurt...!Spluuurt!

"Ogooooh...!!!"

Elina's head snapped back. Airborne, weight on his cock alone—standing carry fuck.

Squelch... ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠squelch...!

As it thrust in-out, relentlessly mashing her G-spot, she nearly moaned vulgarly.

But—

"Hnggh...! Hrghk...!"

Fearing waking the baby, she clamped her mouth shut with both hands.

"Haa, haa... Insane pressure...! Take it!! Martial artist's combo!!"

Squelch! Squiiiish! Squiish!!!

"Mmph...!! Cra...zy...!!"

Smack—!!!

"Mm?!?"

Another slap to dad's cheek.

"Haa, haa... Shut up and thrust, you dog...! Baby'll wake...!"

Her eyes blazed with horny bitch and deadly mom glare. Crushed, Hanul zipped it.

...

Idiot... But silent, his hips got noisier.

Pang! Pang! Pang! Ppang! Ppapang!!

"Ok...ook...oomph..hnggh...!!"

Fierce pistoning echoed in the studio. Hanul bit his lip, snorting; Elina bit his shoulder, swallowing moans desperately.

"Hnnngh...! Mmph, mmfph...!!"

Mid-silent clash, Hanul pulled back—then slammed deep.

Paaang!!!Smack!

Womb-mouth kissed glans again.

"Hoooook...!!!"

Spluuurt...! Spluuuush...!

Lower defenses failed again. Her hips convulsed; unheld squirt sprayed wildly.

"Uh, hnggh...! Hngh, hooowh...!!"

Unable to hold orgasm, her walls clenched milkingly.

Squelch-squelch...pang! Pffft! Pang! Pang!

Dark elf pussy squeeze + squelchy fluids shredded Hanul's restraint; ejaculation urge surged.

"Grrk...! E-Elina...! Grip's no joke...! Qi's bursting...!!"

Finally cracking, he nearly yelled in ecstasy—

Smack!

"Mmph...!! Mmfph...!!"

Startled Elina smashed hands over his mouth.

"Q-quiet...! Just cum...! Cum inside without noise...!!"

She too rolled eyes back at her limit.

Her walls contracted, root-deep squeezing his cock.

"Gr, mmph...!! C-cumming...! Mmph!!"

His hips jackhammered; whip-crack!—Elina leg-locked, trapping it.

"Don't p-pull, hngh, don't pull out...! Not a drop, hiiit! All, haa... all pour in, hngh!!"

"Grrk...!"

Spluuurt! Spluuuurrrrgle—!!!! Glurk! Glurk!!

Recklessly blasting semen into her womb. Thick ropes raced along walls to flood it.

"Ah, mmph...!! Hnnngh...!"

Perfect chemistry, hot load filling her belly, his massive cock. Eyes rolled back, she clung to his neck.

"Haa… haa…."

"Hoo… kkh…."

Post-climax, the cramped studio filled with muffled moans and pants.

Glurk...glurk...!

Hanul still pumped; Elina kept legs locked. Instinct to suck every drop deeper?

Hanul buried his face in her shoulder, panting quietly.

...Haaah... Breathless training...

They basked in the afterglow.

But—

"Waaah-!!!! Waaahhhh—!!!!"

Rehan wailed from the bed corner. Muffled? Sure. But slaps, thrusts? Woke him.

"......"

"......"

Standing-fuck frozen solid.

Now wasn't fuck-time. Dash to the mart for diapers and formula first.

End of Chapter 3!!