Confirming the Skill

Taeseok finished his meal, lifted his water glass, and drank.

Eunjeong had nearly finished as well and was watching him.

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"Ajumma… come here."

"Hm? Why~"

Even though she already knew exactly what he intended, Eunjeong put on a little pout.

"Hurry."

As if she had no choice, Eunjeong rose from her seat and walked toward him.

The thin sheer slip flowed softly along her body; every step produced a faint rustling whisper of fabric. Through the transparent cloth, the black lace bra and panties made her look even more enticing. With each step her full breasts swayed, gently lifting the slip.

The moment she came close, Taeseok wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her straight onto his lap.

"Ah—! Hey~ what are you doing…"

Eunjeong’s face flushed scarlet as she let out a small cry, yet her body had already melted completely into his arms. The thin fabric of the slip slid across his thighs, transmitting the warmth of her skin directly to him.

He locked one arm firmly around her waist while the other hand rose slowly and closed over one of her full breasts through the slip. He compared the feel to the memory of before.

The overflowing volume that filled his palm was the same, yet the firmness had clearly changed. To be certain, he slipped one shoulder strap down, pushed the bra up, and took her bare breast in his hand.

Where it once had a slight tendency to yield and spill, now it bounced back against his fingers with a taut, elastic quiver.

"I still… can’t get used to you just grabbing my body like this…"

"Me neither… I’m still not used to the fact that you’ll let me touch you however I want, Ajumma."

Taeseok kneaded the breast filling his hand a little harder.

"Taeseok… how is it? Can you feel the difference?"

"Yes… your breasts are way firmer than before, Ajumma."

Eunjeong exhaled softly in his arms and buried her face deeper against his chest as if embarrassed. Her voice still carried the lingering heat of arousal, small and trembling.

"Really? So… do you like them better now?"

"The old feel was amazing too… I still love them. Honestly… every part of your body is perfect, Ajumma. No matter what form it takes…"

"Tch… liar…"

Her voice was quiet, but deep satisfaction threaded through it.

Taeseok recalled that it had been only three days since he first slept with her. In that short span she had come to his room almost every night and they had tangled together repeatedly, yet by any ordinary measure it was impossible for a person’s appearance and aura to transform this drastically so quickly.

His gaze therefore drifted naturally to the Status Window. He looked again at the skill entry as if the answer lay waiting there.

In that moment a description that had never appeared before rose into clear view, as though it had always been there.

The moment he read the sentence, Taeseok’s breath caught.

…What the hell.

What ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠followed was not mere shock but a strangely clarifying understanding.

That means… every time she sleeps with me, she gets prettier.

As the fact settled in, he realized the skill was not a generic power but something with a very specific direction.

This… was a skill made entirely for women.

While Taeseok’s eyes remained fixed on the Status Window, Eunjeong continued quietly.

"That’s why… I’ve started feeling more confident lately. Like maybe I can stay by our Taeseok’s side… a little longer…"

He lifted his head at once.

"What is that supposed to mean? It sounds like you’re saying you’ll leave me someday."

Eunjeong smiled in silence for a moment, but the smile was not light.

"It’ll end up that way eventually. There’s the age difference… and in time you’ll get your ordinary life back. Younger women will start appearing around you."

She dropped her gaze, then went on in a voice almost too soft to hear.

"When that happens I’ll just… naturally get pushed aside. But it’s okay. I won’t hate you. By then… I might even be able to bless you."

Taeseok drew a short breath as though he had not heard the rest.

"Even if someday I become the person you describe… I’m never leaving you, Ajumma."

Eunjeong stared at him blankly for a second, then smiled faintly.

"Just hearing you say it makes me happy."

But Taeseok had no intention of continuing the conversation. As if cutting the moment cleanly, he took her by the wrist and pulled.

Eunjeong looked startled for an instant, yet she offered no resistance; instead she accepted his hand naturally and moved with him.

They left the dining table behind and headed for the bedroom. The moment the space changed, the texture of the air shifted with it.

As soon as the bedroom door closed, Taeseok said nothing; he simply guided Eunjeong gently toward the bed and sat her down. She lost her balance and fell forward onto the mattress. The soft surface received her body warmly.

"Taeseok… wait…"

Eunjeong panted and tried to turn her head, but he pressed his palm against her back and whispered low.

"Stay just like that. I want it this way today."

Keeping her face-down, he looked over the body his hands were already touching, examining her slowly.

Damn… Blessing of Beauty. Looking at her like this, it’s obvious.

The skill name he had just recalled flickered through his mind, and the changes in Eunjeong’s body became even clearer. It was almost absurd that he had failed to notice until now.

Her skin was softer and more luminous, the fine lines on her face nearly gone, and above all the lines of her body looked as if they had been redrawn from scratch. This was not something that could be explained by exercise, dieting, or careful maintenance.

It was genuine magic. His passive skill had rewritten her to this degree.

With that thought his hand glided slowly down the length of ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠her spine. Beneath the soft sheer of the slip he felt every curve of her body. Past the full breasts, the waist narrowed sharply before flaring again into wide, generous hips—so beautiful it stole the breath.

Taeseok stroked down over the slip with his fingertips, then gripped her waist with both hands.

…It really did get that much thinner.

Just as she had said, her waist had narrowed noticeably. He moved his hands lower and caressed her ass.

The thin fabric of her panties brushed his palms; warm, moist flesh transmitted its heat vividly. At the hot stimulation of his touch Eunjeong trembled and let out a low, sweet moan from the back of her throat.

"Ah… Taeseok… if you touch me like that… hnn…"

That lewd sound only stoked his arousal higher. He yanked her panties down in one motion. Her already glistening, wet pussy was laid bare before his eyes.

Taeseok did not wait another second. He pressed the swollen head of his cock to her entrance and drove his hips forward hard, burying himself to the hilt in a single thrust.

"Ugh…!"

Eunjeong’s back arched like a drawn bow, her head snapping backward. Her inner walls clamped tightly around his thick cock, hot and dripping, squeezing him.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

The heavy, wet slap of flesh filled the bedroom.

"Hnn…! It’s too… big…!"

Eunjeong could barely form words, breath catching high in her throat. Inside her was hotter and more viscous than before, sucking greedily at his cock with every stroke.

Is this… also because of Blessing of Beauty?

Whether because he was consciously thinking of the skill while he fucked her, her pussy felt even tighter and more elastic. No—the grip itself had definitely changed. Before she had wrapped him softly and warmly; now she seemed to bite down on him. Every deep thrust made her insides ripple, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠crushing him from root to tip. The pressure was so intense his hips trembled on their own.

He breathed roughly and drove into her harder, faster. The Status Window floating in his vision only fanned the flames.

I really… made this body. Turned her into a woman this tight, this springy…

Just the thought blanked his mind; he began pounding her even more roughly on pure instinct. Every time his pelvis slammed into her elastic ass the wet smack grew louder—slap! slap!

Eunjeong twisted and reached back, trying to peel off the confining slip. But Taeseok snatched both of her wrists in a flash and pinned them hard to the bed.

"No."

He pressed his lips right against her ear, breathing hot and rough as he whispered.

"I like it just like this. The way this sheer slip sticks to your body when it’s soaked with sweat is filthy as hell. Watching your tits bounce under the bra, watching your pussy half-hidden by the slip take my cock… right now this is driving me completely insane. I’ll strip you later. For now… stay exactly like this."

The instant the words left him he slammed his hips up even harder, spearing deep into her.

"Haaang~ you’re mean. Doing this to me…"

"So… you don’t like it?"

Eunjeong swallowed a breath, then answered through full-body shudders.

"No… I like it. I like it so much… keep going."

Overwhelmed by his relentless thrusts she trembled, buried her face in the pillow, and let another moan tear free.