The Scent of a Man
…Where am I?
I cracked my eyes open to find myself sealed inside an enclosed space.
A space filled entirely with the gray of asphalt.
It was nowhere I recognized.
In a room without furniture and not even a single window, the only thing visible was the iron door across from me.
"Haa…. Euk…!"
And right now, I was trapped here.
Not merely trapped, either.
Looking up through the discomfort, I saw my hands cuffed above my head.
Shifting my gaze downward revealed thighs stained with sweat and feet that had lost all strength.
"Huu… haa."
Hot breaths burst from my lips.
Perhaps because I had been unconscious and putting my full weight on them, a throbbing ache radiated from my cuffed wrists.
In that dizzy haze I moved my feet and forced my body upright.
Even so, I could not lower my arms.
The handcuffs on my wrists were locked to a ring protruding from the wall.
No matter how hard I pulled, at best my hands could only reach as far as my forehead.
"Haa… uu… uuhe…."
I blinked hard, trying to clear the fog.
A strange heaviness seemed to press down on my entire body.
And one more thing.
Strangely, every time I struggled to sharpen my consciousness, odd sounds spilled from my mouth.
…What is this?
Why… these sounds….
— Clank.
Just then the iron door in front of me opened.
Looking that way with half-lidded eyes… a man stood there.
Who is it?
Who could it be…?
The intense light shining from behind him briefly blurred my vision.
I could not properly make out who it was.
But soon the question resolved itself.
"Come to your senses? Number A713."
"Ah… aah…! Ah…!"
Yes. That's right.
That voice is… Leviathan.
My assigned guard.
"Lee Nayoon."
"Ah… aahk… ah… aah… e… heuuk…! Kyaang♡"
But why.
In this moment of him calling my name.
Why…!
Why is it so itchy between my legs!
Why…! Ah…! Yes… that's right.
"Heuuk…! Heung… kya… uuuu…! Aheung♡"
The memories I had forgotten—or perhaps temporarily buried as a mental defense mechanism—came flooding back.
At the same time the excitement that had built up in my body, as if claiming its share, churned wildly inside me.
"I waited a whole hour for you, and you're still in a state of edged denial?"
"Kyau… uuu…. Euut… heuut ♡"
Leviathan approached and seized my chin.
Ah— it feels so good.
The man's scent.
The night-flower fragrance thick with skin lotion tickled the tip of my nose, and the built-up excitement burst forth.
Truly, as if I were in heat.
I craved the man before me.
"Touch me… touch me…! Touch me… ♡ Touch… me… ah… hap…! Eup…! Ah, no. No… no. Nooo…!"
But the moment I met his gaze, I had no choice but to shut my mouth.
He did not grow angry, nor did he contort his expression.
He simply smiled.
Just looking at me with a small smile.
In that instant I could only lower my head in guilt for daring to want something from a guard.
In my heart I wanted to spread my legs and beg him to put it in, but for someone who had engraved a prisoner's duty deep in her heart, a request was too great a luxury.
Even so, I could not simply endure it.
The aftereffects of being edged… were far too severe.
"Uu… uung… haang ♡ kya… gyauuu… ung…! Hut…!"
With both hands fixed above my head, I rubbed my thighs together.
It was not a fire that would die that way, yet if I did not do it I felt I would go mad.
No—he said a whole hour has already passed.
Why isn't it subsiding… why…!
"Is it hard?"
"Uu… uuhe… euut… I'm… so… rry…."
Was it to torture me further?
Leviathan took another step closer and tapped my cheek.
When his hand touched me the excitement only grew stronger.
If only he would hit me with that hand… wouldn't this excitement subside?
But even if that happened, I did not think my suffering would stop.
The nature I had come to know on this Prison Island was pure masochism itself….
Ah ah— if I get hit by that hand… it will feel good.
If I keep getting hit and beaten, someday I'll be able to feel it, right?
In those wild imaginings I was gradually losing my reason.
"Nayoon."
"Ah… yes… yees…!"
"The drug you took… is called Exlemer. Have you heard of it?"
"Uu… uua… yes… I've… heard… of it. Hiu… euut"
Leviathan calling me gently by name.
I entrusted my face to the hand that kept tapping my cheek and answered his question without the slightest doubt.
"Then you know well. Exlemer is a kind of aphrodisiac."
"Uu… euut…"
"If you take one pill you feel that much better, and if you take five the effects hit your body immediately like you're in heat. But do you know what happens if you take ten?"
"What… happens…? Uu… uuk…!"
"You become like this."
"Eh…? Like… me… uuk♡ yo…? Ha… uuu…."
"Yeah. If you don't get sexual satisfaction, the drug's effects never fade. Your sympathetic nerves get paralyzed, leaving you in a constant state of desperate yearning, they say."
"Th… that… ah… no… nooo… ah… nooo…! Hyat ♡ ah… aauk"
A despairing sound.
No, I must have misheard, right?
What kind of drug is that in this world?
It can't be.
It must be a joke.
Surely. Surely.
No. Then I'll die.
If left like this, I'll die.
Even now I feel like dying… die. No.
"So, Nayoon."
Why call my name after doing something so cruel.
Why? Don't do this.
No. Please don't do this.
Please… please.
The pleas that I, brainwashed as a prisoner, could not even spit from my mouth swirled endlessly.
I know.
This brainwashing isn't even real.
I know it's just an illusory brainwashing I created out of fear of a guard's status and solitary confinement.
Pleading is something I could simply do….
But me, who can't even manage that… I….
"Shall I soothe you?"
"…Eh?"
Huh?
What did I just hear?
Wondering if I had misheard for a moment, I looked at Leviathan.
But… he was smiling seriously.
"If you want, I'll service you so you can be satisfied. How about it?"
Who are you, the one standing in front of me?
A shock enough to leave me dumbfounded struck my head, and my mouth would not open easily.
Yet one thing was certain.
The man before me was not a vicious guard.
Just a man.
Moreover, a kind man who called me by my name.
And… the only person who could free me from this suffering right now.
"…."
With no choice left, I nodded.
"Alright. Come here."
Then Leviathan gently drew my head into his embrace, and next lowered one hand, slipping it between my legs.
"Kyaat… ah… aat… ahat…! ♡"
It felt as though thrilling electricity was scattering through my body.
A flow utterly different from the pain of electric torture.
His fingers, spreading my sticky wet folds, brushed the mucous membrane and the slightly parted hole.
"Uu… gyaeut…! Ah… euut…! ♡ Ah… aah…!"
I felt as if I were going mad.
Unlike the vibrator torture that delivered only raw, strong stimulation, his fingers moved along my skin, touching only the crucial places as if to soothe my aching body.
His index finger brushing the vaginal folds and stroking the inner wall near the entrance to my womb made my whole body tremble.
What is this.
What the hell is this.
"Peu… euut… th, uueut… kya… euup! ♡"
"Hmm~ eup… choop… eup. It's okay. Don't be anxious…. For now, just… leave your body to me."
"Choop… um… heut… Levi… athan… nim…. Euut ♡"
As I trembled, Leviathan kissed me.
Just as he said, I was anxious.
Is it all right to feel this way?
Might I get caught on some pretext and give him another excuse for torture?
Yet even though Leviathan was in a position to torment me as much as he wished, he touched my body calmly and gently.
The fear that had constantly pressed on my heart since coming to Prison Island was nowhere to be found.
"Nayoon. Tsuup. Um…."
"Haut… ah… aah… haeut…! ♡"
Leviathan's hand kneading my breasts.
Then he bit the tip of the breast he had lifted.
As the nipple that entered his mouth was rolled by the movement of his tongue, combined with the sensation of my lower hole being toyed with, pleasure flooded through me.
I clenched my lips and simply felt his touch.
For some reason I wanted to hold him.
If only these handcuffs were unlocked… if these handcuffs come off, I feel as though I could cradle his face….
In the growing desire I harbored the wish to return from inmate A713 to the human Lee Nayoon.
And at last, amid my wavering heart that could not find its bearings, Leviathan asked,
"I'm putting it in. Is that okay?"
In that moment I understood that I was having human sex.
The ideal of happy sex I had longed for.
With moderate bondage and sweet touches added, inside his temptation, all I could do was nod my head.
"…Ut!"
"Yes. Good. I'll put it in slowly… yes. Tell me if it hurts."
How kind does he plan to be?
As Leviathan's soft mouth that had been lingering by my ear finally stole my lips again, I licked it with my tongue, slightly parted my mouth, and exhaled a long breath.
And soft yet strong, yet still kind in his movements, I spread myself endlessly and accepted him.
— Squelch.
"Haut… haang ♡ euut… uu… good… goodut…!"
"Huu… it's warm. Our Nayoon."
"Th, don't… call me… that…! ♡ Euut heeut…!"
"Then… hup. Number A713… maso inmate…. Um. How about I call you like this?"
"That… kyaeu… euut… deeper… deeper… more…!"
Leviathan's tongue teasing me like a mischievous child.
His tongue never stopped licking my lips, rolling my nipples, tickling my ears, toying with me without rest.
Why.
Why is he being so good to me.
Ah… is this a dream?
Yes. It must be a dream.
It's a dream.
Haha. Ha. Haha.
But my lower belly feels so… good.
This full feeling… yes. Move a little more.
Leviathan.
Leviathan.
Ah ah… ah…
"Ahk… ah…! Ahk… good… goodaa… ah… ahk… euut ♡ kyaeu… euut…!"
"Huu… huu. Your expression. Cute. Yes. Do you like it that much?"
"Aah… good…!! Goodaaa… a little more… just a little… moreee…! Ah… ♡"
The excitement climbed higher and higher until it approached right beneath the threshold of climax.
Surely he won't stop here, right?
I worried that the sadistic nature unique to guards might suddenly reassert itself.
Having experienced the sensation of climbing to the peak and then crashing through special executions countless times, that suspicion would not vanish no matter how hard I tried to erase it.
But the man before me—Leviathan—held me tighter the more anxious I became.
He hugged me until my shoulders felt ready to crush, and now with his cock planted he pushed upward until my womb seemed about to burst, filling me completely.
Filling me, and filling me again.
Ah— so good.
Good.
Good.
"Kyaaaaaaak!!! Euut… uu… uuhet…! Heeung…!♡ Aaaah…! Aeuuuuuuu…!!!"
My body seemed to tremble, and then I crossed over the climax.
I had to surrender my flesh to the physiological act called orgasm and fall.
It felt as though my brain were melting.
The thought that I might die in another sense dug deep into my mind.
As if trying to release everything that had built up at once, my body reacted on its own and poured water below.
…Die. Die.
"Huuu… still far from it. I haven't cum yet. And you… can't get full satisfaction from just once."
"Th… thaaat… ah… haa… uu… uua…! If you… move now… uu… uum… ! Kyaeung ♡"
But Leviathan's hips never stopped.
His cock, which still had not lost its strength, drove deeper into my body.
And I had no choice but to believe his words.
Even after crossing climax I still felt as though I had not completely filled the emptiness.
A few more times like this.
No—even dozens of times would be fine.
A little more.
A little more….
Just a little moreee…!
"Kyaeuuut…! Haang…! Eugyaeuuuuu…! Euut!!!! ♡ Kyaaang…! Uuuuuuuuuuut!!"
"Oh, you came again? Heup… I still haven't cum even once… hup! This ruined pussy… good. This is your weak spot, right? Still… I'll make sure you can feel it."
"Kyaeuut! ♡ My nipples…!! Aah… aaaak!!! Heut…♡"
And so I had to come again and again.
It was not even in the form of torture like what Yejin had suffered during the special execution.
Just a continuous series of thoroughly satisfying sex.
As my brain melted I shared saliva with Leviathan again and again, gradually letting myself go.
I could not know why he had become so kind, yet for now I simply left everything to his touch.
Until I lost consciousness once more.
I swept away every remaining aftereffect of being edged.
All of it… with Leviathan's help.
After the storm-like sex ended, Leviathan left me—who was on the verge of fainting—and went outside.
Before leaving he left one remark.
"When we meet next. Whether you'll serve me as a guard, or meet me as a man whose body you've mixed with once. Choose carefully."
"What… does that… mean…?"
"Whichever you choose is your freedom…. But if you end up serving me as a guard, don't expect the same kindness as now. Got it? You'll soon understand why I asked this. For now, just keep that in mind."
"…Yes."
Leaving those cryptic words, he unlocked the ring connected to the handcuffs, laid me on the floor, and departed.
What on earth did that mean?
And… why did he gift me this sweet sex?
In a situation where I knew nothing, lying on the floor and relaxing my exhausted body, I could feel that all the pain of being edged had vanished.
It was thanks to Leviathan's help.
"…Strange person."
I carefully opened my mouth.
Come to think of it, I remembered saying all sorts of things to him even without permission to speak.
Was that all right?
I fretted over the fresh worry that seeped in.
But at that moment—
— Clank.
The iron door opened again.
And what appeared in the glare was a man.
"Hello. Miss Lee Nayoon. Nice to meet you."
But he was not Leviathan.