Chapter 18: An Unexpected Situation (5) [R-18]
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 18: An Unexpected Situation (5) [R-18]
I could feel the woman’s touch distinctly, even through my underwear and the hospital gown.
My body trembled.
I couldn’t remember the last time a woman’s hand had touched my penis.
“Ah, Ajumma.”
Honestly, I was having trouble understanding the situation.
The ajumma was a married woman with a family.
A person who was devoted to her household, never wasting a single moment.
I couldn't quite believe that this same woman was touching the penis of a man who wasn't her husband.
“Just think of it as my way of repaying you. If it weren’t for you, Do-jin, I would have died, so… so…”
On the surface, it sounded plausible.
A heart wanting to repay her savior.
But why did her words sound less like an explanation for me and more like an excuse to convince herself?
My mind was a whirlwind of turmoil.
Is this right? Is this really okay?
Can I really just give in to this situation?
While I was lost in thought, the ajumma took another step.
Her hand, which had been resting on top of my pants, began to slide inside.
Ah, screw it.
She’s the one who’s made up her mind to do this. It would be rude of me to refuse now.
Just as I decided to let go of all my worries and enjoy the moment…
“W-w-wait a minute!”
I hastily pulled her hand out from my half-entered pants and shot up from the bed.
“D-Do-jin…?”
The ajumma stared at me, her eyes wide like a startled rabbit’s, surprised by my sudden action.
“I-I need to use the restroom!”
I hitched up my half-lowered pants, rushed straight into the bathroom, and locked the door.
“Hoo, hoo…!”
I gripped the sink, gasping for breath.
“That was a fucking close call.”
Just as I was about to surrender everything and sink into pleasure, I remembered the size of this body’s penis—pathetically small for such a massive frame.
Size isn’t everything, but even considering that, it was a size I never wanted to show anyone.
Unless I solved this, making any more progress was next to impossible.
I hurriedly opened my status window to check my mana levels.
「Strength: 7 Stamina: 5 Agility: 3 Mana: 11」
「Tainted Mana: 3」
[Time remaining until purification: 14:32:11]
“Thankfully, I have mana.”
When I fought the orc, my mana was at 9.
Now, excluding the tainted mana, it had increased by 2, bringing it to 11.
Stats showed a significant leap in tangible growth every time they crossed a multiple of ten.
Perhaps because of that, the mass of mana flowing through my body also felt noticeably larger.
“I can do it now.”
I made my decision.
I would enlarge my penis, right here, right now.
There were two secret arts I had spent five years perfecting for my daughter.
One of them, the art that boosted growth potential itself, I had used successfully on Seo-yeon. But the other, the ‘Secret Art of Metamorphosis,’ I had never been able to use.
Its effects were undeniable, but its method was just too grotesque.
“Hoo… I can do this…”
Those Chinese Hunters, who called themselves martial artists rather than Hunters, claimed that once they reached a certain level of mastery, they would experience a metamorphosis.
What was this metamorphosis? It was a process where the bones throughout the body were shattered, the muscles torn, and the skin melted away, only to be reconstructed into the most ideal physique a human could possess.
I never believed such a thing would happen naturally just by reaching a higher level.
But the idea of reconstruction they spoke of seemed plausible enough.
So I tried it.
The insane act of destroying and reconstructing my own body.
If you asked me to do it now, I’d rather die.
It was only possible back then because I was utterly obsessed with my daughter’s health.
The method I discovered after countless trials and errors was this:
First, you shatter the bones and muscles.
Not just break them, but grind them into a powder so fine they’re almost unrecognizable.
Next, you pour a high-quality potion—the kind that could reattach a severed arm—or have a high-level healer cast their healing skill on the limb.
The shattered bones and muscles then begin to regain their form at a very slow pace. That’s when you use mana.
You use the mana in your body to arbitrarily change the shape of the bones and muscles as they’re recovering. Once the healing is complete, the new form takes the place of the old one.
“I created it, but it’s truly insane.”
The reason I couldn’t use it on Seo-yeon was because it was just that—an act of madness.
The effect was certain, but the pain was beyond words.
Even for a body like mine, which had built up a tolerance from being beaten by all sorts of monsters, the pain was enough to make me want to die. I couldn't possibly subject my delicate daughter to such agony.
To be honest, I’m scared even now.
“Ah, this is going to hurt like hell.”
Reconstructing bones and muscles required potions or a healer, but the penis was a different story.
The method for it was slightly different.
The size of the penis is determined by the corpus cavernosum. To be precise, it’s determined by the corpus cavernosum and the membrane surrounding it, the tunica albuginea.
This spongy tissue is normally soft, but it becomes hard and large when engorged with blood. All I had to do was use mana to stretch this tissue and the membrane that surrounds it, which dictates its shape and size.
This is possible because the corpus cavernosum is a highly elastic and durable tissue.
But if you were to ask if it could be stretched infinitely, the answer is no.
There’s a limit, as you are literally forcing an elastic muscle to stretch.
The moment you push past that limit and stretch it by force, you can kiss sex goodbye forever.
“Hoo…”
I sent the mana dormant in my core down toward my penis.
My excitement had subsided slightly, leaving it half-erect.
I made the mana surrounding it penetrate deep inside the corpus cavernosum.
Then, slowly, I began to expand the volume of the mana.
“Gahk…!”
Since this was being done by force, a considerable amount of pain followed.
I clamped both hands over my mouth, afraid I would scream my lungs out.
“Hmph, mmph…!”
Even while enduring the immense pain, the process of stretching the tissue had to be extremely slow and deliberate.
I slowly stretched the muscle while simultaneously enveloping the blood vessels within the corpus cavernosum with mana, making them stronger and enabling them to extend into the newly enlarged areas.
The blood vessels had to be strong and capable of delivering more blood for the erect penis to maintain its hardness.
No matter how firm and large the tunica albuginea was, it would be useless without sufficient blood flow to support it.
“Guuuhk…!”
I had reached the final stage.
The pain intensified, but I forced myself to endure it with the thought that the end was in sight.
Rather than stretching it to its absolute limit, I stopped the process at a reasonable point.
At the same time, I overlaid it with mana to enhance its growth potential, completing the procedure.
“Huuahhh…!”
Finally, I removed the hands covering my mouth and let out a ragged breath.
Then, I stood in front of the mirror to check the size of my changed penis.
“Hmm…”
In terms of length, it was about 14cm.
Considering its size before the ordeal was a mere 8cm, it was a transformation worthy of the name ‘metamorphosis.’
Furthermore, since I had also enhanced its growth potential, the size of the tunica albuginea would continue to grow over time.
With a little more time, it would finally reach a size I could be satisfied with.
For now, this was enough.
It was at a level where I wouldn't be ashamed to show it anywhere.
“Hoo…”
Finally, I washed my sweat-stained face and opened the bathroom door with a trembling hand.
With stiff movements, I sat back down on the edge of the bed and faced the ajumma.
She had a somewhat dejected expression.
“Uh, um…”
How was I supposed to start this conversation?
If I just said, “Okay, I’m ready now, please continue,” wouldn’t she think I was a lunatic?
As I hesitated, the ajumma spoke first with an awkward smile.
“If you don’t want me to do it, you can refuse…”
“No, that’s not it!”
I quickly cut her off.
It seemed she had misunderstood my dash to the bathroom as a sign of disgust.
“I-I mean, the reason I went to the bathroom just now was… I was sweating a lot earlier, so I was worried I might smell…”
I trailed off, forcing an excuse.
At that, a smile spread across the ajumma’s lips.
“Pfft! So that’s what it was.”
The worried look on her face melted away in an instant.
I wasn’t sure why, but she also seemed relieved that I hadn’t rejected her.
“Then…”
The ajumma’s hand reached out again.
Unlike before, her movements held a certain ease.
“Ugh.”
The excitement that had been suppressed by the pain surged back in an instant.
Simultaneously, the hospital gown tented upwards.
If before it was a two-person tent, now it looked big enough to comfortably sleep at least four.
“Wait… can you stand up?”
I obediently followed her words.
I lifted myself off the bed and stood on my own two feet in front of her.
“I’m taking off your pants.”
Her hands moved to my waist.
My pants slid down, following her hands.
Finally, my penis was revealed.
“Oh, my.”
Freed from the elastic waistband with a snap, my penis swayed in front of her face.
The ajumma, who had been covering her mouth in surprise, now had a slightly hazy look in her eyes.
“This might sound strange, but Do-jin, your… your thing is quite… pretty.”
Yes, this is it!
Her words made me feel that the pain I had just endured was not in vain.
When I was in the bathroom, gritting my teeth through the pain to enlarge my penis, I had paid close attention not only to its size but also to its shape.
They say what looks good, tastes good, don't they?
The penis I had so carefully crafted had a rather ideal form.
A moderately thick glans with a shaft that stretched out straight and cool beneath it.
Even the veins, visible on the surface like a symbol of power.
“W-well, I’ll start then.”
“…Yes.”
The ajumma swallowed hard and reached out with her right hand, gently gripping the shaft of my penis.
“Ah…”
My whole body shuddered.
The first touch of a woman’s hand on this body.
Even counting my soul’s experience, it had been who knows how many years. My body and soul cried out in unison.
As she slowly began to move her hand back and forth, the sensation became even clearer.
The ajumma’s hand wasn’t entirely soft.
From all the housework, a few calluses had formed on her otherwise smooth skin.
Even that was a great stimulus for me.
The hardness of the calluses brushing against me after the soft skin felt like a variation in a classical piece of music.
Ah, this is driving me crazy.
When I looked down, I could see her.
She was completely focused on stroking me, her eyes glued to my penis.
Lowering my gaze further, I could see the cleavage formed by her ample breasts pressing together through her loose-fitting hospital gown.
Along with all the visual stimulation came a strange sense of immorality.
The fact that a married woman with a family was secretly gripping and stroking my penis was intensely exciting.
As I was busy feasting my eyes on her chest and face, lost in pleasure, our eyes met.
Her lips, moist from being licked, parted slightly.
“Do you… want to see my breasts?”
Like a man struck mute, I couldn’t answer and just nodded my head vigorously.
Finding my reaction amusing, the ajumma chuckled softly and, with her other hand, began to undo the buttons of her gown one by one.
Once all the buttons were undone, the gown fell open to the sides, revealing the breasts that had been hidden.
They sagged slightly due to their size.
“They’re not that great, are they…?”
To her question, I shook my head vehemently.
“They’re the best. So much so that I want to touch them right now… Hup.”
This mouth of mine, like an unbridled colt, had once again blurted out words that should have remained in my heart.
I quickly covered my mouth, but the words were already out.
My blunt comment made the ajumma’s face turn a shade redder.
“…You can touch them.”
“Really…?”
“J-just for a little bit.”
Watching her hastily add that last part, I slowly reached out my hand.
My trembling fingertips touched her skin.
I want to touch them, I want to squeeze them.
I cupped the breast my fingers had touched.
“Aah…”
A faint moan escaped the ajumma’s lips.
“Wow.”
This was the third time I had touched a woman’s breasts.
Not the number of times, but the number of women.
The first was, of course, my wife, and the second was an accident.
And now, as I kneaded the ajumma’s breast, the third, I finally realized something.
Even if women’s breasts are similar in size, their shape, texture, and feel are all completely different.
And in realizing this only now, I understood that I had been living my life at a great loss.
Ah, what a waste