In Heat 1
Harina burst into her room and locked the door behind her. Her heart was pounding like mad. She couldn't believe what she'd just done—rubbing her nipples against her oppa while nestled in his arms.
"What the hell? Am I crazy?"
Harina stomped her feet, replaying her mistake over and over. Rubbing her tits against her oppa like some cheap slut. It was like she'd been bewitched by his masculine scent. Her breasts were small, but he must have felt her stiff nipples scraping against him. Or maybe not, because they were so tiny. Either way, she was mortified, ready to die of embarrassment. Heat flushed up to her neck, and her heart felt like it might explode.
"Haa... Could I actually be seeing oppa as a man?"
The old oppa had been unimaginable like this—fiddling with flowers, knitting, more feminine than a girl. When had he turned into such a manly guy? And why was she so drawn to this changed version of him?
"He won't think I'm weird, right?"
Harina flopped face-down on the bed and buried her head. She kicked her legs wildly on the mattress. She worried about what oppa thought of her. Would he brush it off as childish antics from his immature little sister? Or... had she made him start seeing her as a woman?
No, no. Don't get ahead of yourself.
Harina shook her head vigorously. But she couldn't stop a tiny spark of anticipation blooming in her chest. Oppa’s embrace had been wider and warmer than she'd imagined. And his scent... it strangely calmed her while exciting her at the same time.
Right then—
Her phone rang suddenly, making her heart drop.
"Uh... Yujeong."
- Lina, I heard your uncle got seriously hurt today, so I might not be able to come over tomorrow.
"Your uncle who works as a holy knight? What happened to him?"
- I don't know... He got injured blocking an A-rank gate outbreak or something. They're heading to the hospital now. I'll visit and call you tomorrow.
"Okay. It'll be fine, don't worry too much."
- Thanks...
U Jeong's voice sounded down during the call. Harina, who had been planning to tell her to meet up later instead, felt her confusion lift a bit.
"Ah, whatever! I'll shower first and think later."
Harina jumped up and headed to the bathroom. She needed a cold shower. But her reflection in the mirror was still flushed—red cheeks, dewy eyes. And...
"What the hell is this...?"
Harina looked down at her chest. Her flat-as-a-board tits with nipples poking up pathetically.
"Tiny things, but so damn sensitive."
They were way more sensitive than usual. Just the shower spray brushing them sent electric tingles racing through her body.
And deep in her lower belly, something faint but constant was leaking out. Her crotch was getting soaked. It wasn't the shower water.
Am I really going weird?
Harina finished showering and lay back on the bed. Her head was a mess with thoughts of oppa. The chaos over mom, the moment he'd comforted her, the illicit thrill in his arms—it all felt dreamlike and distant, yet vividly real. Her body kept heating up. She recalled the feel of his firm chest, his voice, his scent. Her lower belly ached with an unbearable itch.
Harina slipped her hand under the covers. She tentatively fondled her breasts. The unfamiliar sensation made her breath quicken. Her fingers drifted lower. Over her soaked panties, she lightly rubbed her most sensitive spot.
"Hngh..."
A moan escaped unbidden. It was the first time she'd felt such intense pleasure. Her mind filled with oppa—imagining him holding her, stroking her.
Do I need to have sex to understand mom? Can I understand her calling herself a cumdump if I do it myself...?
Harina's body grew hotter. Her fingers grew bolder. Her legs spread on their own, her hips bucking slightly. Her clit hardened, pussy juices squirting with wet squelch-squelch sounds, soaking the bed.
"Haa... haa... Oppa... Dojin oppa..."
She gasped his name. She felt ashamed, slutty, but she couldn't stop. Every sensation focused there.
Maybe... just once... say it myself...?
Squelch-squelch-squelch.
Her inner walls were already parting like a water park slide, throbbing eagerly.
"Haaang..."
Mom calling herself a cumdump lingered in her mind. She'd thought it vulgar, but repeating it made her body burn hotter.
"Haa... Oppa... cumdump... Fuck this cumdump pussy..."
The thrill of uttering the dirty word. The pleasure intensified, her mind going hazy. Finally, her body shuddered violently, a hot rush bursting forth as she let out a short scream.
"Haaaah...!"
All strength drained from her. Blissful exhaustion. After catching her breath for a while, Harina stared blankly at the ceiling. She couldn't believe what she'd just done. Shame and strange liberation washed over her together. Her attempt to understand mom had twisted oddly, tangling deeper with her feelings for oppa.
Knock-knock.
A knock at the door startled her. Harina bolted upright, hastily covering the evidence with the blanket.
"Wh-who is it?"
"It's me, oppa."
Hadojin's voice. Harina's heart raced again. She'd just pleasured herself thinking of him.
"Wh-what's up?"
"Can we talk for a sec?"
Harina hesitated. She didn't know how to face him now. But she couldn't avoid him forever.
"Uh... yeah. Come in."
The door opened, and Hadojin entered. Still in workout clothes, but fresh from a shower—his hair damp. The sight made her heart pound anew. The afterglow of her orgasm made her body quiver faintly.
"Earlier... you okay?"
Hadojin asked carefully, his gaze lingering on her face.
"Huh? Y-yeah... I'm fine."
Harina tried to play it cool, but her voice trembled.
"You must've been shocked about mom. Sorry I couldn't explain properly."
"No... I got too worked up and said harsh things to her. It was my fault. It was just adult play... I overreacted."
Harina bowed her head. Hadojin sat beside her and lightly draped an arm around her shoulders.
"Mom'll understand your feelings. Don't blame yourself too much."
His warm comfort heated her eyes again. She wanted to lean into him badly. But the earlier blunder held her back.
"But... oppa."
"Yeah?"
"Earlier, when I... did that weird thing to you... sorry."
Harina mumbled. Hadojin chuckled.
"Weird thing? What?"
"Just... I got too clingy..."
"I liked it."
Harina's face burned at his words. She looked up at him. His eyes sparkled with mischief, but seemed sincere too.
"Really...?"
"Yeah. I don't mind you leaning on me like that."
Hadojin's hand cupped her cheek gently. His thumb brushed her lips. Harina held her breath.
Oppa’s hand on my lips.
Her heart felt like bursting. She wanted to confess right then. Lewd juices were already dripping from her crotch. She wanted to beg him to hold her. Then his hand ruffled her hair.
"Set an alarm for 6 AM tomorrow. After running, I'll teach you boxing."
He grinned brightly and left. Harina felt empty where he'd sat.
There was clearly an opportunity. Harina was in heat—if I'd fucked her, that would've been it. Her pussy was gushing like a fountain. An Hyeonmi's blood ran true. But what if I'd fucked her in heat? The aftermath would've been trouble.
I know Harina's personality better than anyone—maybe better than she knows herself. Polite to those who are polite, casual to those who are casual. Afraid of bugs, loves fried eggs. Call her slim and she might punch you. Righteous, hot-blooded type. The moment I deflowered her undeveloped cumdump potential, our relationship crumbles.
I had to make her come to me herself. Problem is, I don't know how. In the original story, Harina disappears after An Hyeonmi's death, reappearing mid-story as the Kwonwang's successor... but already trained as a cumdump by the cult leader.
Her martial prowess is strong, but as a sex-trained saintess, she wields Diane de Poitiers—a top-tier mouth-pussy technique. The pinnacle of throat-training, squeezing like pussy walls: a mouth stronger than any cunt.
...And Harina dies pointlessly. Extra-level character, really. But now, she's family I have to protect. Before the academy, I needed to teach her boxing. The stronger she gets, the higher her survival odds.
"Phew..."
In the Elf Forest Dungeon, Marlin's diligently growing the golden wheat, but it's far from harvest.
I checked the Seed Imprint skill. Imprint a seed on the ring to remotely check the plant's status and supply mana. (Max 1 imprint)
Skill gained from equipping the Ancient Druid Wood Ring. I'd imprinted the golden wheat seed.
Seed Imprint: Golden Wheat
Status: The golden wheat is happy right now.
Huh?
"Hah... Happy? Yeah, I'm happy too."
What a lame skill. Clicking the bolded 'Seed' revealed it included all plants grown from seeds. Imprint means ownership? There were wilted flowers from the flower shop—maybe I could revive them? Still lame.
"So when's the gold ripening?"
Seed Imprint: Golden Wheat
Status: The golden wheat is happy right now.
120 days until gold ripens.
"........."
Maybe mana speeds it up? I poured in some.
"Oh?!"
I felt the mana transmit remotely.
Seed Imprint: Golden Wheat
Status: The golden wheat absorbs mana and becomes even happier.
120 days until gold ripens.
...Useless.
"What a truly lame skill. At least you're happy."
I imagined handing golden wheat to An Hyeonmi.