Filming

Kim Yuna looked up at me, tripping over her own words. She was genuinely flustered. Figures. A woman with experience recognized this kind of greatness all on her own.

"Well…"

A strange sensation crawled through me, as if my body weren't quite mine. I clenched both palms, opened them again, and let out a breath.

"I received the power of a god."

"…"

"Not bullshit. Heh heh."

Because I'd come from masturbating, I was ten points up from a moment ago. Strictly speaking, I'd spent two ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠hundred points to earn ten, and yet I didn't feel like I'd lost a thing. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠If anything, I wanted to laugh. The stimulants had worked far better than I'd expected.

Thinking back, even the orgasm itself had been different. It wasn't the usual story of holding and holding until I finally hit the threshold and blew. In that split second I had wavered—come, or don't—and then I hadn't held back. I'd come. If I'd meant to endure it, I could have endured longer. I had controlled the ejaculation on purpose.

The Stamina Agent was incredible. For a moment it would have been fair to say a god of sex had descended into my flesh. Sex without a break, on and on without end, was no longer some vain dream.

The thought flickered through me—how much could I make if I took this stuff and sold it?—but I ran through the scenarios that would follow and shook my head. The effect was unreal. Who knew what would happen if I put it on the market? Things that belonged in movies could actually come to pass. I might end up face-to-face with the kind of shadow-world chairmen I was never supposed to meet in this lifetime.

I lay down on my side. I'd meant to go again right away, but barely a minute remained, so there was nothing for it.

The stimulants definitely came with a side-effect window. If the effect had only been so-so, I would have shrugged the downside off just to save time. But it had surpassed anything I'd imagined. I couldn't dive into sex without checking what the backlash actually was.

I met Kim Yuna's eyes. She was still panting, hot and shaky, arms trembling as she held the M-pose.

"Not too hard on you?"

"…So hurry up."

"Aigoo, I'm just sooo tired."

The pose was pathetic, and yet that teary face looked almost prim. The butterfly tattoo on her shoulder suited her the way a story's turn suits its ending—face and ink in perfect order.

Damn. Just looking at her was getting me hard again.

I slid my index finger slowly into the entrance that kept fluttering open and shut. Kim Yuna swallowed a breath.

"Hik… hup…"

"We stopped halfway through the sex instruction. What was the next step?"

"Nngh… take it out first…"

Her inner flesh mouthed at my finger, lips working the way a fish puckers for food. Her pupils shook. Those eyes, still hunting for some scrap of hope, made me want to rake through her right then.

Squelch.

I pulled my finger free of her. She had turned her head away.

"Nn…"

"Next step of the sex instruction's gonna have to wait until my dick gets big again, right? So rest a little. Keep the pose exactly like that."

I wiped the slick that had come away on her calf and stared at the screen hanging in the air.

The side effect was milder than I'd expected. The cock that had been ready to punch a hole through the sky was simply withered down to a twig. Really withered—so shriveled I could hardly believe it was capable of shrinking that far. Still, if this was the price of a Stamina Agent or a Libido Enhancer, it was close enough to no downside at all, set against what they could do.

The feeling, though, was off. I handled a dick that absolutely refused to get hard. Side-effect window or not, the desire was there. No matter how worked up I got in my head, not a drop of blood seemed to rush downward. Wanting it, and still not getting hard. Even knowing it was the side effect, the experience was skin-crawling. For a moment I felt genuinely humbled, wondering what kind of life a man with erectile dysfunction actually lived.

But… was this really all of it? Seriously? After the stimulants had worked that well?

I hesitated a moment, then, while Kim Yuna stared at the ceiling with empty eyes, quickly bought another Level 1 stimulant and another Libido Enhancer. With no restriction at all, two cans dropped back into my hands.

Buying them again wasn't a problem. So what would happen if I drank the Stamina Agent right now? If the erectile failure was the whole of the side effect, wouldn't drinking it clear that too?

I'd meant to wait the window out. The doubt hit me anyway, and I hooked my fingers on the pull tab.

No matter how hard I pulled, the tab wouldn't move. It wasn't that I lacked the strength. There wasn't even the faintest twitch. So this was part of the side effect too. Fair enough. Without some limit like that, the side effect wouldn't be a side effect at all.

That was when Kim Yuna looked my way, as if she'd read the lettering on the can, and asked.

"What is that?"

"Don't worry about it. Just hold that ridiculous pose. In a little while I'll let you eat something sticky and delicious."

"Give me a sip too… I'm… thirsty."

"Pfft."

My laugh put a crack in her expression.

"Wh-what's so funny?"

"Nothing. You can't actually rebel, but I can feel you trying to anyway."

"…Don't mock me. If this weren't my duty as a sex instructor, do you really think a man like you could lay a hand on me?"

"Yeah, yeah. Thanks to that duty, I'll dine well!"

Or maybe the pleasure had numbed her a little.

I set both cans down at the corner of the bed. Kim Yuna flinched and tightened the arms wrapped around her thighs.

"Wait for it. I'll fuck you till you're worn out."

"We are not having sex. We are conducting sex instruction. Don't forget the nominal nature of this relationship. It's revolting."

A trembling voice, and eyes that worked hard to look anywhere else.

"Suit yourself."

I took in Kim Yuna's obscene pose and waited for the side effect to run out.

Five minutes was long, and it was short. When the side-effect window ended, no refractory crash rolled in, and no pain either. I simply hadn't been able to get hard; otherwise my dick was exactly as usual. The screen that had been counting down the side effect was already gone—I'd been too busy enjoying how tense Kim Yuna was.

I confirmed I was half-hard and shut the system off. I could look at it later.

I cracked the Stamina Agent and the Libido Enhancer and downed them one after the other.

"All right, shall we start again? Remember what I asked? After the pussy goes schlp-schlp, what's the next step?"

"…"

"Come on. You want this over fast, don't you? Tell me."

"Ha… the next sex instruction is…"

Kim Yuna let out a thin breath and swept her eyes over my lower half.

"Insertion, obviously."

I glanced at the purple status window, felt my other self swelling fat and eager, and stood up on the bed. I grabbed a condom and knelt in front of Kim Yuna, her legs spread in an M.

I met her resigned eyes and let out a long breath, then rolled the blue condom on.

"Put that condom on properly. If it comes off, that's a crime. I will seriously storm out of here."

"I know, I know. So putting the condom on right is a sex-instruction rule. Aren't you helpful."

I'm finally losing my virginity.

The moment was so overwhelming I wanted to replay it every night before sleep for the rest of my life.

I looked down. The condom-sheathed head pointed at Kim Yuna's slit like an arrow.

"Heheh."

The blue arrow bobbed.

And then a good idea struck me. I dug through Kim Yuna's bag, sprawled on the floor, and came up with what I figured was her wallet. Once I confirmed the cards were in it, I started a video recording on my phone at once.

"Ah. Ah. Mic test. Ah."

"…"

I framed her flustered face, then pulled her ID out of the wallet on the floor. Her personal information lay bare on the phone screen.

Hypnosis might be unbeatable, but you never really knew. The reason ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠I'd been filming from the start was to prepare for whatever might happen. If she wanted to report me, she'd at least have to be ready for this video to spread.

I brought the ID close to the camera, capturing the photo, the resident registration number, the address, and the rest, then shifted my gaze to the status window.

"Name, Kim Yuna. Age, twenty-one. Freshman at Hankuk University this year. Special notes—uh… she works part-time at a convenience store."

"I told you not to film… this kind of thing…"

There was less force in it than when she'd demanded the condom, and I realized this wasn't a broken rule. It was only a preference. All the more reason not to hold back.

I ignored her and put the wallet back the way I'd found it, then swung the angle onto Kim Yuna's face.

"Ah…!"

Startled, she shoved her soles at the lens and hid her face.

"Feet down."

"…"

"First experience."

"…Ah…"

Heh. Slowly, Kim Yuna lowered her feet and showed her ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠face to the camera. Tears after all. A pitiful look that didn't match the tattoo, and my cock answered it.

"This is Miss Kim Yuna, holding an M-shaped spread under the rules of sex instruction. How does it feel, giving sex instruction?"

"Seriously. Why the hell are you doing this disgusting shit! You're filthy!"

"Yes, noted. Let's get a close-up of her face."

I filmed that irritated face and set my thumb on her lip. I pressed, and her mouth slowly opened.

"Eup… ha… ah…"

"Good girl."

Lips parted, she stared into the camera, pupils trembling like aspen leaves. In that instant her eyes went hazy, and a white energy marked with a suspicious pattern spread across the whites—eyes like ones I'd seen in a comic.

"Hm?"

The inexplicable change threw me for a second, but I watched it through to the end.