Chapter 34
Chapter 34
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 34
Chapter Title: What Does the Plug Block?
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I practiced my no-skill techniques while watching videos, and hustled around town to gather supplies for the next dungeon run, scraping together some quick cash in the process.
Just like that, four days had slipped by.
As the packages started arriving one by one, I tore open the tape with a utility knife, a mix of excitement from unwrapping gifts and creeping anxiety about the impending trip bubbling up inside me.
Medical supplies, knives, axes, and other survival gear. Instead of tasteless emergency rations, I'd stocked up on preserved foods that actually tasted decent.
Stuffing the neatly packed boxes into my backpack, it felt like I was gearing up to flee to some bomb shelter.
Leaving the safety of home for a deadly dungeon—couldn't that be called a reverse evacuation?
Finally, I checked the high-end stab-proof vest my cousin had hooked me up with at a premium price, zipped up the bulging backpack, shoved it into the corner, and only then wiped the bead of sweat from my forehead.
"Ugh... that was a workout."
"In this world, you just sleep one night and your purchases arrive? It really is convenient. If they could have received goods like this..."
Severa had adapted somewhat to this world over the past four days. Gone was the wide-eyed reaction she'd had on day one, like some foreigner seeing a taxi door open upward on a Japanese variety show.
Well, novelty only lasts a day or two.
I tuned out her gloomy turn—I'd only listen to the good stuff and look at the good stuff while I was here.
Ding-dong—
"Ah, another delivery?"
"You've bought this much already, and there's still more coming? I thought you'd checked off everything on the list."
"You'd be surprised."
I headed to the front door to grab the package.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ Aaah...
So the man's real name was Shin Yu-hyun, and astonishingly, he was a traveler from another world.
It made sense, though. He'd occasionally drop incomprehensible words, know oddly specific facts he shouldn't, yet lack the most basic common sense. It was all so bizarre.
Onahole? Even in that state, she could see and hear the outside world, but she had no memory of how she'd ended up here.
Her consciousness had snapped, and when her vision cleared, she was in this world.
From what Shin Yu-hyun had said, it was only a week-long transfer, so she'd return eventually.
And so began her exploration of this new world's knowledge. Shin Yu-hyun's realm brimmed with wonders.
Buildings slumped in uniform shapes like they'd been stamped from a mold, and vehicles called cars made entirely of metal.
Not to mention cell phones and the internet, which provided real-time feedback on information—even someone like her, from a scholarly background, struggled to wrap her head around it.
Was that why his mindset was so different? Living in a place like this?
Her deliberate curiosity about the master who'd arbitrarily turned her into an onahole? finally cracked open.
So she watched.
Curiously, this world required no mana to act in, making it effortless to observe him under the same roof.
What kind of life did he lead normally? What foods did he eat? What knowledge did he pursue? What literature did he read? What thoughts crossed his mind?
Questions like a flowing river.
From the past few days of observation, his life seemed far from monotonous, at least.
It was too short to judge someone properly, but that's how it felt.
At the very least, humming cheerfully while unboxing new deliveries looked harmless enough.
"What's that one even for? Hmm... looks like jewelry on the surface..."
Out of the small paper box came a metal piece gleaming silver, topped like an acorn and studded at the base with a large gem—a finely crafted ornament.
She was shocked they'd shipped a gem that size in such a flimsy box, but up close, it looked fake.
Still, it was plenty ornate for decoration, so amid his gathering of exploration gear, she tossed out a puzzled question.
"Jewelry? Close enough."
"Close enough? It's either jewelry or it's not—what kind of answer is that..."
"You use it like this."
His hand shot out suddenly, grabbing the dress he'd pulled from the box.
More precisely, he seized the hem—absurdly short, barely covering her legs—and yanked it up.
"Ah?"
Since becoming an onahole?, she couldn't generate clothes or disguise herself anymore.
Regrettably, the dress didn't come with any underwear, leaving her womanhood fully exposed.
Even as a disembodied spirit, she felt heat rushing to her face.
He'd held back these past few days, but now he couldn't resist anymore? She bit her lip hard and glared at Shin Yu-hyun.
Just like the past, when she'd been ravaged wildly time and again.
The ingrained lessons from life about a woman's chastity and modesty surged back, screaming at her to flee this man—yet another instinct blocked the way.
In the end, all she could do was snap at him, who'd hiked up her skirt to expose her shame.
"In the end, you're going to defile me like some beast again. A would-be hero, and so vulgar...!"
"Didn't you ask what it was for? Now stick your ass out."
"Eut..!"
And out came a container of some liquid.
He poured it onto the acorn-like top of the ornament.
Drip, drip—
The slick, viscous liquid gleamed under the light, making the metal shine even more lustrously.
He turned her around and placed a hand on her rear.
"Hngh! N-no way...!"
Bad premonition.
Splat—the cool rush of air between her spread cheeks made her impure hole twitch involuntarily.
Why did her worst fears always come true?
The same liquid from the ornament trickled into that filthy entrance.
The cold, nerve-tingling horror made an embarrassing sound escape her sober lips.
"With sensitivity this good, you must've been masturbating back there from the start, right...?"
"I-I've never... done something so filthy...! You're the one with the twisted hobbies... Ahng!"
Slurp—
The cold, slippery metal touched her hole.
"No matter how sensitive it is, better get it used to this, huh? Man, must be nice. You just sit there and someone else develops your erogenous zones for you."
"I never asked for...!"
The metal head slowly pushed past her muscles.
What she'd thought was jewelry was a plug. A vulgar tool to twist open an unwilling hole, block waste, and sate conquest lust.
Worse still, they'd embedded a gem to heighten its aesthetic appeal.
Plunge—
"Oogh, ahng... Hn."
With the plug fully seated, her appearance was utterly depraved.
Without orders, she couldn't remove the ridiculous thing. That's what it was for.
"Suits you."
She glared at her master, moaning from the foreign, unpleasant pressure in her rear.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ Severa looked pretty hot with that big gem plugged in her ass.
Dressing her in something other than that dress could make an even better picture, but this had its own appeal.
I patted her trembling rear as she shot me a look of "How could you?" and settled into my computer chair.
'Nothing left to do right now.'
After all the hustle, there wasn't much on the plate.
I'd fudged the issue of going incommunicado in that world somehow, submitted my leave of absence, prepped all the expedition gear, and even done morning sword training.
Fed the slime some jelly snacks, too.
2,300 won per jelly? I figured this world would collapse from runaway inflation.
"Hngh, hn..."
Severa kept fidgeting and glancing back, bothered by the anal plug.
Not that she'd see it.
"J-just use the front like always...!"
"Oh? Pretending to hate it, but you actually missed my dick that much?"
I hadn't done it with Severa proper in a while. Precisely, excluding onahole? mode for Fuel refill, I hadn't touched her main body.
Not because she was boring or I'd grown tired—just had a specific scene in mind.
Regular insertion didn't get great reactions from her. Sure, with enough time, she'd cum, but it took forever and drained my stamina.
Partly due to the pride from her days as a noble lady and acclaimed hero, she had strong hang-ups about lewd stuff.
'She looks at me all longing if unsatisfied... but doesn't seem to realize it herself.'
She had libido, clearly.
The barrier of pride-born revulsion just hadn't crumbled yet.
"Hng, hngh. No way I'd crave something so filthy... Hn... Better to be held than stuck with this cumbersome thing..!"
"Where you gonna find someone as clean as me?"
So I'd leisurely smash that obstructive pride.
'Not expecting her to beg for dick while twerking vulgarly or anything...'
Just awaken the latent masochism inside and make her honest.
Nothing wrong with calling pleasure pleasurable, right?
"Sorry, but I've got a prior engagement with her tonight. Call to reserve~"
"What...?!"
Sorry, Severa, but tonight I'm banging the Wanderer.
Ting... Entering...