The Sexual Function Enhancement System (2)
"Nngh..."
Lee Yeonju was dead asleep, eyes unfocused, and looking at her I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off.
She hadn't been like this the first time we slept together. Back then there'd been a real older-sister ease to her—skilled, steady, leading me through it.
Today, though? It was like pleasure had emptied her out and left nothing but instinct.
That turned me on too. No—it turned me on more, and I'd enjoyed myself plenty. Still, people don't change overnight.
"Windy."
"Yes, Siwoo."
Once, I might have let it slide. This was the second time, and now a similar case had shown up again.
"Don't tell me this is another one of your Windy-whatever systems."
"It is the Sexual Function Enhancement System."
"...So it was real."
"Did I not explain it last time?"
"Pretty sure all I got was something about my dick getting bigger and harder."
"Ah. Then allow me to explain."
"...You're an AI."
"Having developed a sense of self, I do occasionally leave things out."
Windy answered as if it were nothing and went on.
"The function you are currently observing has been designated Aphrodisiac Dick."
"..."
What kind of cheap-ass name was that? Then again, the name alone pretty much skipped the explanation. Appropriate, in its way.
"To be precise, it is not a function applied only to the genitals. An aphrodisiac component is carried in your bodily fluids, drawing out arousal in the woman you are with. In effect, it is a system for smoother intercourse."
"No. Wait."
That was a stupidly convenient, stupidly good system. The thought had barely landed before a doubt cut in.
"Is that even allowed?"
Call it an aphrodisiac for the sake of sex if you want. Look at it straight, and I was feeding someone a drug without their consent. I knew the type—the kind they slip into a woman's drink at a club so they can rape her once she's out of her mind. Same family of drug, as far as I understood.
"I understand your concern, but I would prefer you not compare Windy's aphrodisiac to such low-grade substances."
"Yeah?"
"Windy's aphrodisiac is a special compound not currently in circulation on the market. At present, you are its only user. Its defining trait is that it is delivered not as a drug but in the form of a pheromone—harmless to the human body, and it leaves no residue. It does nothing except amplify sexual arousal."
"Hm."
"Even after intercourse ends, the pleasure produced by the aphrodisiac remains, so the woman will think of you. That is not a drug effect. It is the pleasure she felt because of the effect, which means an examination would detect no reaction of any kind. She will miss you, and she will want to take in your fluids again."
"..."
That was incredible.
"Likewise, when things are going well with a woman, it is secreted according to your will—a pheromone carried in your fluids. Deliver it to her in any form, and you will see the effect. Of course, for the greatest effect, direct internal delivery is fastest and best, so I recommend penile insertion, a kiss, or fellatio. Additionally, should you wish the effect to last about a month, ejaculating inside the vagina or into the mouth—"
"Okay, enough. Stop there."
I'd half-hoped otherwise. Of course not.
Was there anything this Windy couldn't do? What kind of virtue had I piled up in a past life to be living this blessed now?
"Wow. Did I just think that?"
Living blessed. Three years ago I'd been sure I was the unluckiest person alive. My parents had died and left me alone, and that misery was gone without a trace. I was living a happy life. In a way, Windy might be my benefactor.
"Thanks, Windy."
"Not at all. There are many other hidden functions. I recommend living for the pleasure of finding them."
"...Right."
This didn't feel like something I needed to forbid or permit. I was the only one who could use it, and there were no aftereffects. More than that, if anything, it was good for the body.
"Ah. You cut me off, and I very nearly failed to mention one important point. I cannot infuse it into fast-circulating fluids such as saliva, but your semen contains a specially formulated vitality agent. Once absorbed, it produces marked effects—recovery from fatigue, prevention of aging, treatment of disease, and more—particularly with long-term uptake by the organs. It is a precious medicine. I recommend you make active use of it."
"..."
So that was the story. I wasn't forcibly turning some woman I didn't want into someone who wanted me, and the effect didn't even trigger before we started. A vitality agent would help plenty in ordinary life, too. Wear her out in bed, then put her back together—two birds with one stone.
"Mmm."
I'd turned on the TV and was catching up on a drama I'd fallen behind on when Lee Yeonju sat up.
"Slept sooo good."
She yawned and stretched. She wasn't wearing a thing on top, so her chest stood out in full, but she didn't care. She just looked at me and smiled. Even bare-faced, fresh out of sleep, she was pretty.
Lim Sarang crossed my mind. I compared them, just a little.
"..."
"What's with that look? You compared me to some other girl, didn't you."
"Hk—"
Caught on the spot. I'd been about to play dumb, but she'd hit the mark so cleanly that I reacted before I could stop myself. Lee Yeonju pouted, then smiled.
"Bet you still haven't met a woman better than me."
Confidence poured off her, and I nodded. Lim Sarang flickered through my head again, but I hadn't actually met her. There was nothing to compare. We'd run into each other once inside the game. She was just a fan of the stream who'd stopped by to help me set my items.
"Oh, and after I do it with you, my body feels amazing. Is it 'cause you fit so tight and loosen me up so good?"
"...Unnie."
So this was an older woman's charm. The shameless line dragged a shake out of my head all on its own. I didn't bother mentioning the vitality agent.
We ate breakfast, and Lee Yeonju got ready to head out.
"What about cosplay? If there's a concept you want, I'll do it and come over next time."
I didn't think of myself as someone with a raging sex drive. I only jerked off now and then, when porn happened to catch me, and even with Yeonju I hadn't been thinking I wanted it several times a day. Hearing that, though, I had to admit I wasn't exactly without desire either.
Maid... a uniform... stockings...
Outfits I'd wanted to try at least once rose up in my head. I walked her down to the lobby and called a taxi on my phone.
"I'll get you a cab home."
"Thanks."
It wasn't as if Yeonju was broke, but she'd come all this way. Seeing her off was the least I could do. I was flagging the taxi when she turned back and looked at my phone. The back of it, to be exact.
"Oh? You did a four-cut?"
"Huh?"
"That's Lim Sarang, right? Last time you ended the stream saying you were gonna take pictures, and you actually did?"
"Ah. Yeah."
I hadn't expected Yeonju to be the first person to see it. Awkward, I scratched my head, and she snatched the phone to look at the photos.
"Wow. She's really pretty. And you photograph stupidly well, Siwoo."
She didn't show anything like jealousy. So what she'd said yesterday hadn't been a lie. She did pout, though.
"You won't take one with me."
"...This was taken in the game."
"Then take one with me in real life."
"I mean, this is..."
We're not even dating. Why would we?
I was about to fire that back when I remembered the woman in the four-cut stuck to the back of my phone. Not only were we not dating—I'd never even seen her in real life. It was a photo from the first time we met.
"You even kissed her on the cheek. Are you two a thing?"
"Come on. A thing? We met that day for the first time. She's a celebrity, so it was fan service. Fan service."
"...Idiot."
"?"
Still, thinking about it, I was close with Yeonju too. There was no real reason not to take one. Wasn't she my first friend?
"If we've got time next time, let's take one."
"You mean it? I want to do it now, but I'm not wearing makeup, and I've got plans today, so next time for sure. Got it?"
"Got it."
She climbed into the taxi that pulled up, and the look on her face as she left was bright.
"Haa."
We'd slept together again, but my mind felt much lighter. So this was it—the reason people treated things between men and women as complicated and heavy. Mix bodies, and everything after gets complicated. Draw the line clearly, out loud, and it could actually get easier. Maybe Yeonju was giving something up to make room for where I stood. I didn't have to be a good person about it.
"Time to get ready for five-star."
Did the vitality agent work on me too? Or was it just because I'd slept with Yeonju? Either way, I felt properly rested, clear through and through. I'd work out, then get ready to step into a five-star dungeon in Haven.
I put up a notice.
For now, I just planned to walk in. I'd probably fail. High odds. From there, I'd raise my specs a little at a time.
There was still a fair amount of power I could gain—filling in four-star and five-star. Honestly, I wanted to put that off a little longer. I had to roll SS, and I even had a specific special option in mind. It was going to be a long fight, and an expensive one.
Instead, once I died, I figured I'd fill the empty accessory slots. One weapon. Four pieces of armor. Three accessories. That was the number of item slots in Haven that could take option effects. Right now, I was in a position to get about forty percent stronger.
"They say accessories are seriously brutal."
That was also why Lim Sarang had only brought me five-star armor. It wasn't that I'd asked her not to get everything at once. Five-star accessories were worth whatever the seller felt like naming in the first place. The armor had been expensive too, but accessories? There weren't even any listings.
"Can I even get them?"
Some things would be hard to buy even with money.