Heaven or Hell?
Heaven or Hell?
Yoo Chae-rin.
Bright and kind-natured, she had made quite a few friends.
Sure, since she went to an all-girls middle school and high school she did not know any guys, but she had plenty of friends more outgoing than she was.
And naturally, when you had friends like that, boyfriend stories came your way.
Sometimes the sketchier ones would even proudly share tales of visiting male brothels.
Dirty talk was always entertaining gossip anywhere, anytime.
Most of the stories she heard were complaints.
My boyfriend's dick is small. The session is way too short. I rented a male prostitute today and the bastard's face was busted. Guys get tired way too fast after they nut just once, and so on.
Even though Chae-rin had never even held a guy's hand, by piecing together the stories around her she could estimate a rough average.
The average guy she had calculated from that was, well—dicks smaller than you would expect, sex that lasted only a few minutes, weak creatures who went all wobbly after a single orgasm.
Only adult video actors were trained enough to pull off multiple rounds in a row.
The average she had come up with was completely different from what she had imagined.
But even so, she was just as envious.
Because in her friends' eyes as they rattled off those complaints, she could sense a strange enjoyment and confidence.
The confidence that came from having experienced sex yourself.
So... her friends' complaints were practically just humble-bragging.
Because of that, every time Chae-rin heard those stories, she had felt a little stab of envy on the inside.
But as of today, that envious feeling seemed like it was over.
Because she was now an owner of 19+ Mode.
And on top of that, she had learned that the guy named Yor in front of her was nothing like the average Chae-rin had in her mind.
"Hnngh..."
The first time Yor tore off her underwear and held her, she had thought this had to be a dream.
It was so sudden and so unreal.
But the enormous club she felt against her stomach, the hot body heat she felt against her chest—
They told her this was reality.
When Yor took off all his clothes, Chae-rin felt another wave of awe.
'It's fucking huge...'
Even before unlocking 19+ Mode, she had roughly gauged his size from the bulge in his gathered-up cloud.
She had felt it was no joke back then, but—
His lower half, fully enraged, was beyond anything she had imagined.
Was that thing actually going to fit? Would it just jam to a halt partway?
Thankfully, against her worries, Yor's cock slid all the way inside her with help from her juices.
Though the process came with an immense amount of pain.
The sensation of a man's cock filling her insides. It certainly felt good, but the pain washing over her was even stronger.
"Urgh—! Ah-hrk—! Ah...!"
Did the in-game body have a hymen?
Well, honestly, she did not know.
She had never thought about masturbating in a game where sensation was already cut by 10 percent, after all.
So naturally she had never even checked.
'It hurts!'
But judging by the pain she was feeling now... she probably did have one.
Because there was no way it would hurt this much otherwise.
Of course, that did not mean Chae-rin turned down her Assimilation Rate or anything.
Because between the spikes of pain, there was that stinging pleasure. Chae-rin did not want to miss this experience just because it hurt.
And as time passed, the share claimed by pleasure gradually grew larger.
When the pain had mostly subsided and pleasure was beginning to rule her senses—
She felt ecstasy. His solid body before her eyes, his muscles under her fingertips. Everything was so vivid she forgot this was a game.
Come to think of it, how many times had she fantasised about exactly this?
His face, his build, there were plenty of things about him that turned her on. Any physically healthy woman's imagination would inevitably drift that way.
Even if there was not any moody atmosphere like she had imagined... this was fine in its own way.
Watching an intensely aroused Yor feel up her body filled her with confidence: Oh, so he wants my body too.
The pleasure washing over her could not even compare to her usual sessions of flicking the bean. It got to the point where she was seriously bummed that the max Assimilation Rate was 90 percent.
If it was already this good, how much more insane would the pleasure be if she could feel that missing 10 percent?
"Hnnngh... haah, haah...!"
So Chae-rin enjoyed the deed with that faint regret. Still, it was an incredibly satisfying lay.
So much that when they had the time, Chae-rin was the one who would cling to Yor and demand more.
Having him pound her like a beast was a little overwhelming, but there was no denying how incredible it felt.
...At least, up until her third climax.
Shockingly, even after firing off three rounds in a row, he showed no sign of fatigue whatsoever.
While her own stamina was starting to scrape the bottom of the barrel, he was perfectly fine.
Did they not say a normal guy got tired after one or two shots? Then what the hell was that?
'Well, I guess he's been holding it in for that long...?'
Chae-rin let it go with that thought for the time being.
Now that she thought about it, he was a guy who had never had the experience either. It was his first time just as much as hers.
Maybe that was why there was no real technique to his sex; he simply overwhelmed her with sheer physicality. Even Chae-rin could tell he was a little clumsy, but that clumsiness actually delighted her.
Still, the sex went on. They varied it up with different positions, missionary, doggy, and so on.
Her stamina was definitely running low, but that did not mean she could not keep up.
A chance like this would not come around often, so was it not right to enjoy it as much as possible?
But that mindset slowly began to crumble by the fifth, then the sixth climax.
What was scarier was that even at that stage, Yor still looked ready to keep going.
By then, even she was starting to feel alarmed.
'No way...'
What kind of person had stamina like that? Did they not say a normal guy got tired after one or two shots?
No, in the first place, anyone would be exhausted after pounding away this much.
That was not prejudice, it was common sense.
But there were a few things she had overlooked.
First: Yor was a Manifestor in the first place.
This was the same guy who, when he was much younger, had snapped chains by himself and fled all the way to this distant forest.
His physical ability, with Demon's Blood, operated on a completely different level from normal people.
Second: he was currently in a berserk state, with his libido amplified to the max.
Normally, even when Berserk B hit, he would force out round after round just to endure it on his own.
And that was without any proper accompaniment at all.
Now, in that state, a partner he could actually have sex with had appeared right in front of him.
One with considerable beauty, at that. It was a foregone conclusion that Yor would unleash his surging lust.
The price for carelessly overlooking that and clinging to him for more was bigger than she had thought.
"Hic, ahng... a little, slower, p-please, ngh...!"
Smack—! Thwack—!
The sound of flesh slapping together echoed on and on. The piston-pumping showed no sign of ending, even after hours. Of course, as the sex dragged on, the rest breaks gradually grew longer, but...
That amount of break time was nowhere near enough for Chae-rin to recover her stamina.
The inside of her pussy was starting to go numb. She had felt so much pleasure that it was now converting back into pain.
Even so, she still did not lower her Assimilation Rate.
Because that somehow felt like admitting defeat.
What she had wanted was to send her opponent off first and be the one left standing on the bed. Her pride would not let her be the first to tap out. A truly pointless kind of pride.
After enduring the pleasure for a while longer, Chae-rin tentatively made a suggestion to Yor.
"Uhm... hngh, it's getting late, don't you think we should just go to sleep now?"
"Sorry, but I'm berserk anyway. Even if I wanted to sleep right now, I couldn't."
In the middle of that, Chae-rin's legs trembled again. Clear fluid leaked from the slit of her cunt. She had climaxed one more time in between.
What number climax was that? Honestly, she did not know anymore.
She had gone so many times her mind was hazy. She felt like she would pass out the moment she closed her eyes.
She practically begged Yor.
"Haaah...! Let's stop now! I'm too tired... I've come so much I seriously think I'm gonna faint!"
"What's wrong? You said you'd endure the berserk with me. Isn't that why you came all the way out here tonight?"
Yor said that and snorted a laugh. Watching him, Chae-rin sensed a subtle malice.
The kind of wicked grin you would see on someone who feeds their lust by watching another person suffer.
Seeing that, Chae-rin felt a small horror and thought:
'A demon...'
A demon who had come for her specifically to fuck her to death.
A sight truly befitting a demon's flesh and blood.
Naturally, even while she was having such pointless thoughts, the deed continued.
After that, Chae-rin climaxed a few more times... then eventually passed out.
*
"...Mm."
Sometime later, Chae-rin woke up.
When she came to, outside was still dim and dusky.
It was not that she had gotten up so early the sun had not risen yet.
Rather the opposite—she had slept so long she had barely crawled out of bed around sunset.
Well, considering they had gone at it all night... it was only natural she would sleep that long.
Her whole body felt as heavy as if she were pinned under a boulder. Her chest and her lower half, which had taken the brunt of it, were even a little sore.
Chae-rin thought about last night and pondered for a moment.
'Is this heaven, or is it hell...?'
The excitement and pleasure she had felt were certainly worthy of being called heaven.
Yet the pleasure itself left her feeling as though she had burned through a serious amount of life force.
Enough to think her brain had overloaded and she might just croak in real life because of this.
After mulling it over for a while, Chae-rin soon reached a conclusion.
'...Yeah.'
This was a hell that resembled heaven.
Though the form was a little different, it was fair to call it another kind of Avīci hell.
"Oh, you're awake?"
As she was having those pointless thoughts, Yor's voice came from nearby.
She lifted her head to look ahead and saw him approaching, holding some soup.
He had woken up before her and had even prepared a meal.
He had definitely fallen asleep after she did. His stamina was truly monstrous.
"I was worried you weren't waking up. Wondering if I'd made you suffer too much because of my berserk."
He said that and held the soup out to Chae-rin.
The savoury smell of food stimulated her appetite.
Yor was wearing nothing but his underwear.
Maybe thanks to that, his solid body, usually hidden under his clothes, was clearly visible. Maybe because of the mark on his collarbone, the sight looked even more lewd.
Even after everything they had done the day before, her instincts did not easily fade.
Looking at him, Chae-rin thought back to last night's events again.
It had seemed incredibly hard, but last night had definitely felt unbelievably good.
Having finished that thought, she looked at Yor and said,
"No, I'm fine."
Then she grinned to herself and thought,
'I'm a 19+ Mode owner now too.'
And so Chae-rin ate a light meal, went back to the city, and logged out.
And that night... Chae-rin came down with a bad flu.