Chapter 163
“That bastard Yadong, what the hell did he eat...”
He'd suddenly bolted out of the lodging, and now it all made sense. He'd known his body was about to heat up and gone out to cool off beforehand. Han Yaseong scanned the surroundings, but Yadong was nowhere in sight. He even wondered if the beast had eaten it just to screw with him. He felt totally played.
Han Yaseong tugged down his training pants. Thwack—his thick cock sprang out like a coiled spring, fully erect. It had swollen so massively, veins bulging like ropes, it looked just like some wild beast's prick. There was no calming it down.
Lust surged through him like madness. If there'd been a woman nearby, he would've pounced on her right then and there.
“Ah, fuck, this isn't some kinda aphrodisiac, is it?”
Staring at his cock standing tall like a missile, the curses spilled out. It felt exactly like pig breeding drugs or something. His dick hurt from how huge it'd gotten. If a woman had been around, he would've jumped her and forced himself in, no question. His libido was that intense—the shaft throbbed up and down relentlessly.
His body burning up, Han Yaseong bolted to the nearby stream. He had no choice. He gulped down the water and dunked his cock in the cold flow, desperate to cool it somehow. But his insides were still scorching; it wouldn't subside. He needed a woman. A woman.
“Ah, fuck! You bastard Yadong!”
To think he'd been fed something like an aphrodisiac or heroin—his body felt like a blast furnace, unbearable. No helping it, he yanked his cock from the stream, gripped it in his fist, and started jerking furiously. He had to relieve this insane lust somehow, even if by his own hand.
But no matter how hard he pumped, no urge to cum built up. This level of handiwork wasn't cutting it at all.
So Han Yaseong set off, eyes bloodshot, hunting for a woman. He had to find one and quench this fire. It was just like those wuxia tales where someone gets dosed with yin poison—libido cranked to max, he'd fuck even a middle-aged auntie at this point.
“Ugh, I'm gonna die!”
His cock flopping wildly, Han Yaseong tore through the forest like a maniac. His mind was filled with nothing but women. Hell, it didn't even have to be a woman anymore. To sate this crazed lust, he'd do a guy if he had to. He wasn't even gay, but he was at the point where he'd beg some dude to suck him off.
Han Yaseong rampaged through the woods, searching for anything he could fuck. He'd always scoffed at stories of heroin-high women banging dogs—no way that's real—but living it now, it was all too true. His lust was that overwhelming, his cock that rigid; he could've done a dog for real. Suddenly, those medieval Europeans humping cows made sense.
“Uwaaah! Woman! Woman!”
His rock-hard cock ached like hell. He needed to shove it somewhere—anywhere—but nothing was in sight. If a woman appeared right now, he'd rape her, no doubt.
Frustrated and horny beyond reason, Han Yaseong ran like a madman until he spotted Yadong in a grassy clearing.
“You bastard!”
Yadong was already balls-deep in some female beast. He gripped her back with both paws, slamming his hips from behind in a frenzy. Fully in heat, he was lost to the rhythm. It looked just like dogs mating. The female wild animal thrashed futilely, pinned and raped by Yadong, suffering helplessly.
And the hilarious part? Han Yaseong himself. Standing behind Yadong, fidgeting impatiently.
“Yadong, you done? My turn.”
He clutched his cock, literally lining up. Han Yaseong felt disgusted by his own pathetic state, queuing up to fuck a wild animal. Sure, Europeans did it, but he couldn't. No, he wouldn't. Succumbing to lust and banging a beast would be a lifelong shame.
Han Yaseong squeezed his cock tight, tears welling up, and turned tail like he'd swallowed bitter herbs. He wanted to fuck the bitch, but he couldn't—so he fled. It was pure insanity.
“Uwaaaaaah! You fucker, Yadong!”
Screaming at the top of his lungs, he sprinted back to the lodging. He had to eat something to counteract it. He crammed white fruits and yellow fruits into his mouth like crazy. The white ones healed wounds, the yellow stabilized—so they'd do something.
He dumped all his stockpiled white and yellow fruits down his throat, chewing and gulping them down. But the lust didn't stop. His cock was so swollen and stiff, it felt ready to ram even a guy's ass.
“Please, spare me!”
Han Yaseong rolled on the ground, gripping his cock with both hands. He'd always laughed at wuxia characters dosed with yin poison, losing control—but now he got it. It wrecked you. Even with mom or sis nearby, he'd lose it. Sister-in-law, married woman—didn't matter. Anyone in sight, he'd fuck.
“Ahh... ughk...”
Tortured, Han Yaseong clawed at the dirt, cock in a vise grip. Wuxia said unresolved yin poison burst your heart meridians and killed you—he feared the same. He wanted to rule that other world as king, not die pathetically from a bursting dick. Han Yaseong, killed by his own cock—the wild beasts would snicker at the absurdity.
Gritting his teeth, Han Yaseong endured. He couldn't die cock-first. Better to die honorably than shame himself like that.
“Ack... ngh...”
Holding out through the agony, his vision suddenly went white, and he passed out.
When he came to, it was dawn. Blinking groggily at the dim lodging ceiling, his body felt utterly drained. Not a muscle would twitch. Glancing down, his cock hung limp and dead. He'd apparently cum uncontrollably in his blackout—his groin was sticky and crusty. Unable to vent, it'd held out until it burst on its own.
Relieved to be alive, Han Yaseong lay there, exhaling deeply.
“Ah... I really thought I was done for...”
Nearly dying from unspent lust made him understand those wuxia women dosed with yin poison. Spreading their legs, exposing themselves, begging any man—husband's friend, son's buddy, lecher, bandit. If he'd been a woman, he'd have done the same. Hell, no men around? He'd have gotten on all fours for a male beast, ass up, begging.
The lust had been that bad. Now he got why heroin-junkie women fucked dogs. It drove you insane. Experiencing it firsthand, it was pure wuxia yin poison. No matter how noble the woman, she'd spread wide. He'd smirked at those scenes before—as if—but now it hit home. Any woman would cave. Anyone at all.
“Hoo...”
Too weak to rise, Han Yaseong turned his head. Yadong was gone. That dog... probably fucked his fill and crashed somewhere. Feeding him heroin-like heat drugs... He'd trusted Yadong had eaten it first, but missed the side effects. Totally duped.
But flipping it around, it had potential. Feed this to women in that world? He'd fuck anyone. He'd never tried it on humans, but the black fruit outdid aphrodisiacs or heroin. Any woman eating it would spread her legs. Beg for it, no matter who.
The thought cracked him up.
Wuxia yin poison as an item. Even the noblest woman would bare herself before him, desperate to be fucked. He couldn't stop laughing.
“Heh heh heh... this could be fun.”
What if he slipped it to Kwon Seo-ha? She'd cling to him, unable to hold back. Or her queenka friends at school? They'd all pile on naked. An orgy with those four campus queens including Seo-ha? Totally doable. Best fruit ever.
He'd suffered all night, but it wasn't useless. Plenty of uses ahead.
Han Yaseong barely stretched his hand to his notebook and jotted it down.
Black Fruit: Yin poison aphrodisiac. Heroin-level power... Orgy possible. Can tame women. Aftereffects ~9 hours.
Green Fruit: ??
He scribbled that in, though he still had no clue about the green fruit's effects. Tormented by the black one, he hadn't dared try the green.
Han Yaseong lay there a while longer until hunger forced him up. He tossed logs on the campfire, set a pot to boil water. Ripped open instant seaweed soup, dumped it in, added a pack of rice—and stirred up some soup-rice.
Scooping it up, blowing on the spoon, it finally felt like he was alive. Total exhaustion made even that an effort.
“But... won't this kill women outright?”
Munching his seaweed soup-rice, Han Yaseong worried. Even with his enhanced body and stamina in this world, one black fruit had nearly ended him. Women? They might squirt themselves dry and die of dehydration.