The Akashic Records and the Forbidden Door
"Whoa, where on earth are we?"
"The Akashic Records. The repository of all knowledge in the world. It’s where the memories of every sentient being flow into. Thankfully, the connection from the human realm is quite stable!"
I brushed off Yerim's explanation, my eyes wide as I took it all in. Endless rows of books, corridors glowing with a soft blue light, and silk carpets covering the floor. It was a dreamlike place. I stared at the spectacle before me in awe. ...But I had absolutely no idea where to even begin. How was I supposed to find the magic I wanted in a place this vast?
"Yerim, how do I even search for anything here? It would take me ten years just to look around!"
The bookshelves seemed to stretch into infinity, and the library was so large I could see a horizon inside it. I tried climbing a nearby ladder, but as I ascended, even more bookshelves piled up above my head. I gave up after climbing about two meters and climbed back down, where Yerim reached out to help me.
"If you think about the type of magic you want to use, it brings the relevant books right to you. For now, I’m going to look for... a textile modification spell. Oh, and searching costs Mana! Use it carefully!"
That made sense. Just connecting to a library this massive probably consumed a ton of Mana. It reminded me of the days of feature phones, where just pressing the internet button would drain your balance in seconds. I couldn't afford to waste my magical energy. I was pondering what to search for when Yerim let out a sigh.
"There are too many clothing templates, so getting a comprehensive pack costs way too much Mana."
Yerim continued her explanation. So, basically, if I had the fabric and used a weaving spell, it would make clothes for me. But to make a bra, I needed a bra design template; to make a dress, I needed a dress template; to make underwear, I needed an underwear template. And apparently, the comprehensive packs required a massive amount of Mana to learn.
"This template seller charges a fortune for individual pieces... I’ll just learn one household spell for now. You said your underwear wasn't dry yet, right? Should I learn a drying spell?"
"Wait a second, my washing machine at home has a drying function! There's no need to waste Mana on that, right? Why don't you search for something else?"
I stopped Yerim and searched for a spell myself. Only one thought had been floating in my mind: a spell to create gold. It was the title of a Paulo Coelho novel, after all. How many people had strived to learn alchemy? If Yerim was right, I should be able to learn a spell to create gold right here. If I could just do that... I’d quit my part-time job and live in luxury for the rest of my life!
But contrary to my expectations, the moment I thought of the word "alchemy," dozens of bookshelves flew right in front of my face. They were packed to the brim. Yerim shook her head in disapproval.
"Most of the alchemy section is filled with garbage spells. Look at the user reviews. They’re all about how people got scammed. I’m okay because I only look for magic that’s famous in the Demon Realm, but if you try to sift through these, Kangmin, you’ll burn through all your Mana."
The interface of the Akashic Records resembled an online store. It showed the price to purchase the spell, the ratings from other users, and usage reviews... I picked one review to read:
It was a truly terrifying review. Alright then, let's see... "Show me only alchemy reviews with a rating of 4.5 or higher."
Only one book remained. But Yerim’s expression wasn't good.
"See? It costs 1,000 Aether just to learn it, and over 10,000 Aether to activate it. Alchemy is something only fools attempt."
10,000 Aether... If I have sex four times a day, that’s 2,500 days...? I let out a hollow laugh. I felt like I’d been tricked by a lie about winning the lottery. To make matters worse, Yerim delivered more bad news.
"We used up all our Mana just looking around... Oh no. The connection is going to cut off."
Click.
Like an old television screen turning off, the world vanished instantly. From the black void, I was back on my bed. I blinked, a wave of nausea rising in my throat. Yerim seemed to feel the same, as she clutched her forehead. After a long moment, she asked in a small, muffled voice.
"How did it feel to connect to the Akashic Records?"
"...Next time, let's go when we've saved up plenty of Mana."
If I could bring back enough Mana from there, maybe I could use some incredible magic? As someone who had devoured fantasy novels, my heart began to race. I didn't need anything world-shattering! But if there was magic to manipulate bank balances, find hidden items, or crack passwords... wouldn't that set me up for life?
It was 11:30 AM. I still had four hours before my shift. "Before I head to work, should I top up your Mana? We made a promise earlier, after all."
It was still broad daylight, but who cared? Yerim lay down on the bed, looking delighted. She took off her pants first, then reached for her top. The smooth lines of her lower abdomen were striking. I gulped.
"Keep the T-shirt on. Can you get on all fours?"
As Yerim got into position, her shapely buttocks rose into the air. They were a bit narrower than my shoulders, but they were so firm I wanted to bite them. Suppressing the urge to insert myself right then and there, I grabbed a towel from the closet.
"Can you lift your hips?"
She raised her hips into a plank-like position. I laid the towel underneath and spread it out wide. The play I was about to engage in might get the bed messy.
"Oppa, what are you going to do?"
Instead of answering, I pulled a tool from the drawer under the bed. It was the love gel for an onahole that a friend had given me as a birthday gift a while back. I pulled Yerim's T-shirt up to her upper back and squeezed a generous amount of gel onto her buttocks. Then, I began to knead them, spreading the gel wide. A soft moan escaped Yerim, who was pinned beneath me.
"Mmm, ah..."
I spread the gel in circular motions, occasionally squeezing her buttocks roughly. Bright red handprints quickly bloomed on her delicate skin. Her buttocks shifted and changed shape, sending waves of pleasure to Yerim. She closed her eyes, enjoying my caresses.
"How does the massage feel?"
"Ah, yes... it feels good. A bit more, on the thighs too..."
The area around her buttocks was already glistening with gel. To keep Yerim from noticing my true intentions, I applied gel to her entire thighs and buttocks, while letting my fingers lightly brush against my destination every now and then. The gel slowly trickled down into the pink chrysanthemum pattern between her white cheeks. Yerim must have felt something, because she turned around, looking uneasy.
"Wait, hold on. Kangmin-oppa, don't tell me..."
Instead of speaking, I gently pushed my middle finger into her anus. Yerim’s buttocks twitched in surprise. She looked at me, flustered.
"Wait! I’ve never even done this in my dreams! And if you want to do it back there, I need an enema first..."
She’d never done it before? That was even better. At those words, the blood rushed to my head. So I was the one breaking in Yerim’s back door? The desire to do it, even if I had to force it, surged within me.
"It hasn't even been a day since you got that body. Haven't you gone to the bathroom even once? Then this might be your last chance to have anal sex without an enema."
Yerim bit her lip. You knew, didn't you? That over half—no, 80%—of my porn preferences were that specific genre. The one where a girl with a boyfriend cries while being ravaged from both ends. [avd-942].
"I knew, but... I didn't think you'd be so shameless and demand it so soon."
"Char-Ice provides the exact form of sexual satisfaction I desire. Isn't that right?"
She wasn't exactly the same person as Yerim anyway, and the perk of a succubus was that she accepted everything without refusal, even when treated roughly. Since it had come to this, she was going to have to satisfy every single one of my fetishes.
"Get on your knees and crawl."
At my command, Yerim bit her lip hard, knelt, and assumed the doggy-style position. She raised her buttocks high and pressed her upper body flat against the bed, resting her head on her hands. Come to think of it, they said a hallmark of a virgin girlfriend was that she didn't tuck her waist in during doggy-style, but instead arched it outward. She didn't even know it would hurt more if she kept her back hunched. In that sense, Yerim’s posture was near perfect. It was the posture designed to make receiving a man feel good rather than painful. She must have seen it a lot in her dreams.
Well, if she was this accustomed to it, I could do whatever I wanted. I squeezed more love gel and slathered it onto my cock. A sticky sheen was added to my thick, monstrous member. I approached Yerim from behind, knelt, and adjusted my height. I aimed by lightly touching the tip of my cock to her anus, then pushed forward slowly, putting my weight into it. I couldn't see Yerim’s expression while she was face down. But judging by the reaction of her tightly clenched sphincter, she was incredibly nervous. I had barely pushed the tip in about 2cm when Yerim spoke in a voice choked with pain. It sounded like it was being squeezed from the depths of her belly.
"Oppa... not right away... please... use your fingers to loosen me up first..."
But to me, filled with excitement, it was just annoying. I wanted to thrust into her quickly and make her cry. I scolded Yerim, who was still face down.
"Why? You're a succubus, aren't you? Don't you like this kind of thing?"
"It’s not that... it really hurts... please..."
I looked at Yerim in surprise and saw tears welling up in the corners of her eyes. "Sorry, I'm sorry..."
I snapped back to reality in an instant. What the hell was I doing? I pulled my cock out and lay down next to Yerim. When I kissed her to soothe her, she kissed me back with tear-filled eyes. After our tongues had been tangled for a long time, Yerim pulled her face away.
"Sorry. I was too impatient. Let’s do this when you’re ready next time."
At that, Yerim shook her head. She reached out and pulled the pillow toward her. "We have to do an enema later anyway if we want to do it... and you promised. You said you’d do anything Oppa wanted. Get down under the bed."