Gaining an Ability

"Let's see... now, what should our young master wear..."

Joo Chaebin, the studio's owner, had been waiting for me. The moment she caught sight of me she hastily set down her bag of tteokbokki—those spicy stir-fried rice cakes—and went to the rack to hunt for clothes.

"B-Boss. You're not serious, are you? Boss?"

"I keep telling you to just call me noona. Wait right there."

The set was warm and easy. Even I, hardly more than an outsider, was allowed to watch Jiyeon's shoot, and when it ended we all ate together before going our separate ways.

With the schedule finished, Jiyeon and I walked the street for a while. I wanted to ask her about that phone call from the day before. But now that we were actually walking side by side, the words refused to come.

We burned the energy off in a karaoke room, belting songs with everything we had, then got pleasantly drunk at a bar that had something like atmosphere.

She was the one who brought it up—that we should go somewhere and sleep.

Jiyeon let a condom peek out of her bag. Terrified someone might see, I flailed my hands until she stuffed it back inside.

"Whyyy~. You want it too, Doyun. Hehehe..."

Drink had a way of making Jiyeon a little more honest. The first time we'd had sex, both of us still had our heads about us. Not anymore.

We went into a motel just as we were and kissed without even washing up. Unlike that first shy time, she started stripping my clothes and caressing me with real initiative.

"Doyun's cock is so cute.... I'll eat it for you. Hahp."

It was the first time Jiyeon tried to give me a blowjob.

She pursed her lips small and tried to suck the shaft in. Every time my dick slid deeper, her smooth tongue met the head.

Schlup... slurp. Ssslp... schluup......

Jiyeon's lips reached the base of me with ridiculous ease. Each time she felt me flinch, she stopped and spoke.

"You were already about to finish? I haven't even moved my tongue yet."

"It just feels too good inside your mouth..."

Jiyeon wiped the precum drooling from the head with a slow stroke of her hand, then reached over and retrieved the phone she had tossed aside.

"Doyun. Want to masturbate together? There's something I want to say, just for a second..."

The sudden suggestion threw me, but I agreed. She set the phone beside her and brought a hand to her clit.

"Don't take this the wrong way. The first time we had sex... I don't know.... I thought you were the kind of body that feels things way too easily."

A man whose body felt far too easily. Jiyeon didn't seem to know the precise name for it, but I already did.

A condition in which the penis, more sensitive than other men's, couldn't endure stimulation and rushed straight to ejaculation. Premature ejaculation.

"So let's practice together."

"Practice... what do you mean?"

"I'll raise the stimulation I give you a little at a time, and you'll hold out as long as you can. They call it ejaculation management."

"E-Ejaculation management......"

The thought of Jiyeon managing my ejaculation sent a strange chill through me. She came in close, pressed her body flush to mine, and whispered.

"It's only something we do as play. Once ejaculation-management time is over, you can do whatever you want with the rest. Think you can?"

"Ah... nngh.... I can. I'll do my best."

I barely held down the orgasm surging up as if it might ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠burst. Just knowing a woman like Jiyeon was trying this hard for me drove my excitement to its peak.

"Good.... Oh, and thanks for watching the shoot today. It wasn't hard, was it?"

"No. Not at all."

"......Really?"

We gazed at each other without a word. Even then, one of Jiyeon's ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠hands kept working the flesh around her entrance.

Then she opened her mouth, face flushed.

"Then... what did you think of that video?"

"The video......?"

"I really wanted to ask what you thought today. You haven't said a single word about it, Doyun.... Nnh..."

Her entrance fluttered without pause, as if it meant to swallow her fingers, then clenched and began to spill her slick.

"I—I saw it. I did. But was that really... it?"

"...Really it? Heheh... what exactly is 'it'?"

The woman in the study video and Jiyeon overlapped somewhere in my mind. I tried to shake the fantasy off, and got aroused by it at the same time.

"A video of some woman studying..."

"The study video, you mean.... What was she wearing?"

"An ivory tight tee, and... a skirt."

Somewhere along the way I had stopped touching myself. I drew my hips far back and could think of nothing but holding the pleasure down. Jiyeon stroked her own stiffly erect nipples, slow and light.

"You watched pretty carefully, huh? Good. But Doyun, if you compare her and me, whose figure do you think is better?"

She pressed into her pale-pink breast and circled the nipple, letting little moans slip out as she went.

"That's obviously... nngh.... You, Jiyeon. But why would you—"

"White."

"Huh?"

"That ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠woman, I mean.... Hnnn.... They say that on the day she filmed it, she was wearing white minimal lingerie. Studying in underwear that slutty. Trying to show someone...... right? Want me to show you the video?"

Jiyeon lifted her phone and moved to open the video. Even with my head swimming in pleasure, I stopped her.

In truth the underwear had shown through the footage enough that I couldn't pretend not to know. If Jiyeon wore lingerie that sexy, I might come from the sight alone.

"Honestly, I don't like videos like that. It's just fishing for viewers with a body. And no matter how much you watch, it's not as if you can actually grope those huge breasts. ...Like this."

Jiyeon caught my hand in a flash and made me clamp down hard on one of her breasts.

"Nnngh......, ahh! Doyun, easier on my chest, just a little...! I'm gonna come, Doyun, my pussy's gonna come, Doyun! Let's climax together. Let's jerk off and feel good together...!"

Outside her entrance, her labia—already flushed deep red—trembled now as if they were begging. I couldn't bear not being inside her. I couldn't hold down the urge to leave my seed in Jiyeon's pussy.

"Hhh, haaah, ahh—iiit...! I'm coming—!"

We moved our hands even more fiercely, and at last we reached the peak. It had only been ejaculation management, only the two of us getting each other off by hand, but it was the best masturbation I had ever felt.

"...Doing it like this, does it feel like you can control it a little?"

The urge to come had climbed more times than I could count, and every ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠time I had held on somehow. I didn't know whether the method was the right one. But I was satisfied with the result.

"Thank you, Jiyeon. Because of me......"

"I'm glad you were satisfied. You can do whatever you want with my body now. I'll get you hard again, so come here quick."

Jiyeon cupped my balls gently, stroked my penis, and rolled a condom onto me. Her hands seemed much more skilled than before.

A little later, hard again, I pushed into her pussy and climaxed far too easily. Jiyeon kissed me and told me it was all right.

We lay facing each other and went on talking.

Jiyeon didn't seem to care for the video, and yet she said she was glad, if it might be of some help to me.

Even as she said it, one of her hands kept kneading my dick. Unable to endure it, I came helplessly into that soft hand, over and over.

"Your balls and your cock, all shrunk down...... They were so cute I just fiddled with them without thinking.... It's okay, right, Doyun? I'll touch a little more, just like this."

"Uh.... Y-yeah. I'm fine.... Ahhhnnn... nnh!"

I moaned again, legs stretched straight, as the last of my semen was squeezed out of me.

Jiyeon...... She had said she was satisfied. Maybe, in truth, she hadn't been.

The thought flashed and was gone. My strength gave out, and I fell asleep right where I lay.

And so another day was slipping past.

The next day.

I woke, stretched, and brushed the hair back from Jiyeon's face where she still slept. Even asleep, she was beautiful.

"...Hm?"

Something was wrong. At the very edge of my vision, translucent letters had appeared, as if I were looking through augmented reality.

"What is this, all of a sudden......"

Beside Jiyeon, Character Info was blinking bright. None of it made any sense, but I decided to check.

The moment I fixed my gaze on it, a transparent window opened, and information about Jiyeon laid itself out.

The information was so spare it almost seemed useless.

My eyes went naturally to [View Details]. Simply focusing my gaze was not enough to open it.

Then what was I supposed to do? While I hunted for a method, I realized—belatedly—that I only had to bring my hand to it, the way I would tap a smartphone.

This time, far more information about Jiyeon unlocked.

"......!!"

Th-Three Sizes?! Was sensitive information like this really allowed to just sit there, exposed?

And the sensitive information was not limited to the Three Sizes.

The Sexual Disposition field was probably a record of Jiyeon's sexual tastes. It was blank, which seemed to mean she had no particular inclination at all.

The entry I couldn't make sense of was Fate Resistance. The value was given as a percentage, but I had no idea what it even meant to resist fate.

Then again, Jiyeon had told me recently that she was 169 centimeters...... Had she been going easy on me, because I'm short?

Well, it didn't matter. After looking the information over for a moment, I realized there were still entries that had not opened.

"I'll have to look into it later."

Murmuring it under my breath, I went into the bathroom to wash first, and saw myself in the mirror.

Huh? Wait a second.... I can see my own info too, can't I?

Just as I'd expected, Character Info appeared in a corner of my vision. I opened it and went through every line.

"Hhk..."

I hadn't wanted to know my junior size. I really, truly hadn't.

Right. Moving on.

This ability to check a person's information—the one that had appeared on me—seemed to be a Projection ability. There was a level attached to it, which looked tied to the entries still under restriction.

With this, I could pry into anyone's information whenever I pleased. It was, quite literally, an opportunity handed down by a god.

I made up my mind never to breathe a word that I had gained Projection. Wearing a grim, resolute face, I finished my shower and stepped out.