How to Become an Alchemist
Eriisha finally snapped when Seong-il taunted her with filthy words. She swung her palm and slapped him hard across the cheek. But Seong-il simply grabbed her hand as if it were nothing and twisted it sharply.
Seong-il seized her hand and arm, then began roughly overpowering her. "Ack! Stop it!" Despite her desperate, violent resistance born of pure panic, he wrenched her arm behind her back, used his superior strength to pin her down, and shoved her onto the bed. He planted his weight firmly on her ass, sitting on her like a conqueror.
'Well, damn. All those months I spent learning martial arts just to fight Go Yeong-tae… and here I am using them like this.'
The natural difference in strength between a man and a woman, combined with Seong-il’s raw power and a bit of technique, rendered Eriisha’s frantic struggles completely useless. She thrashed wildly, screaming like a madwoman.
Seong-il looked down at her and spoke in a calm, mocking tone.
Even as he sneered at her, Eriisha kept screaming and struggling like a wild animal. Growing irritated, Seong-il grabbed the blanket and wrapped it over her face like a rug to muffle the noise.
Eriisha showed no signs of tiring and kept screaming nonstop. So Seong-il pulled out a cable tie he had brought from reality and tightly bound her wrists together.
Click.
The moment she felt the unfamiliar sound and the restraint tightening around her hands, Eriisha was overcome with terror. She thrashed even harder, shaking her entire body. But with Seong-il’s full weight pressing down on her back, her struggles were meaningless. He finished securing her hands with the cable tie, then took the dog collar and leash he had pulled from a random box not long ago and fastened them around her neck. After tying the leash to a metal post he had prepared in advance, he began stripping her clothes off.
Eriisha screamed with all her might, her whole body rejecting the hands that were removing her clothes. The resistance was so fierce that undressing her became too much of a hassle. Seong-il thought to himself, 'Ugh… she’s really going all out. It’s annoying as hell when they’re going to end up naked anyway.'
Irritated by her frantic thrashing, he pulled a rope from his Inventory and wrapped it tightly around her body, then left the room and returned with a pair of scissors.
Spouting such shameless nonsense, Seong-il carefully began cutting her clothes with the scissors, making sure not to injure her. The familiar snip-snip of the blades mixed with the sound of fabric tearing made Eriisha’s body convulse once more.
Eriisha froze for a moment at the warning, but the instant her top was halfway cut, she stopped hesitating and began struggling again with renewed fury.
'Ugh… she might actually get hurt at this rate…'
With her clothes half-cut and her resistance growing even more violent, Seong-il set the scissors down to keep her from injuring herself. 'Hmm… should I just rip them off with my bare hands?'
Now that his Color Energy had reached the second star and he had gained confidence in his physical strength, Seong-il decided to test it. He grabbed the fabric and gave it an experimental tug, tearing it slightly apart.
'Oh…? It’s not that hard at all?'
Encouraged, he loosened the rope around her torso, gripped the fabric firmly, and began ripping her clothes in half with raw power.
Riiiiiiip!
The moment Eriisha felt her clothes tearing again, she fought with every ounce of strength she had left. But Seong-il’s merciless hands shredded the garments in seconds. After tearing off her outer layer, he ripped away the white t-shirt underneath just as quickly. Suddenly, Eriisha’s flawless, snow-white skin was completely exposed before his eyes.
As Seong-il appraised her body and gently stroked her back with one hand, the furious Eriisha bent her bound wrists and pinched his thigh and ass as hard as she could. Laughing at her cute little act of defiance, Seong-il used the scissors to snip the straps of the only remaining garment on her upper body—her bra—and tossed it aside.
After saying that, Seong-il turned so he was facing her feet, pried open her palm, placed a book on it, and sat on her back again, pinning her down completely.
Seong-il kept mocking her endlessly. He picked up the scissors again, grabbed the hem of her skirt, and made a small cut. Then, with both hands, he tore the skirt apart without hesitation. The torn fabric parted to reveal Eriisha’s plump ass and curvaceous hips, barely covered by a pair of white panties.
'Whoa… what the hell is with those hips…'
He could confidently say that her hips and ass were the most voluptuous and perfectly curved he had ever seen on a woman. 'Hiding an ass like this under a skirt… that’s practically a crime.'
Without wasting another second, Seong-il finished ripping the skirt off completely. He then slid the scissors between her ass cheeks.
The cold touch of metal against her bare skin made Eriisha’s entire body stiffen instantly. Seong-il whispered into her ear.
At the chilling threat, Eriisha stopped resisting and tensed every muscle in her body. 'So even she’s scared of getting her privates cut, huh.'
Having made his point, Seong-il silently tore off her panties and tossed them aside as well.
Now that she was completely naked, Seong-il made sure to store away any sharp objects or bottles that could be used as weapons in his Inventory, just in case she somehow broke free. 'They really are just junk items. They’re only worth a few points each.'
After clearing the area of potential threats, Seong-il flipped Eriisha onto her back and climbed onto her thighs. He removed the blanket covering her face.
Eriisha’s face was streaked with tears. The moment she saw Seong-il sitting on top of her, she tried to lunge upward while cursing him. Thud! But in her rage, she had forgotten about the dog collar around her neck. The moment she tried to sit up, the leash yanked her back violently, choking her.
She let out a painful groan from the unexpected pressure on her throat.
Seong-il laughed at her pathetic attempt and quietly began admiring her body. Her breasts were at least a full D-cup, looking ready to burst. Her skin was pure white like fresh snow, and a cute little mole beside her navel caught his eye.
The way he spoke, as if evaluating a whore’s body, made Eriisha burn with rage. She tried to get up again, but with her hands bound, there was no way she could push him off or break the leash.
Mocking her resistance, Seong-il reached out and roughly grabbed one of her breasts. 'Ah… so soft.' He spent a long time kneading and fondling her smooth flesh with both palms. Eventually, Eriisha, whose mind had calmed slightly, spoke to him.
"…?"
Seong-il looked at her in confusion at the sudden statement. Eriisha continued.
Seong-il couldn’t hide his disbelief at her absurd words.
Eriisha glared at him with all the intimidation she could muster. Seong-il simply laughed in her face.
At his sharp observation, Eriisha flinched but shot back.
Seong-il burst into loud laughter as he pulled off his shirt.
Once his shirt was off, Seong-il quietly picked up the blindfold he had taken from his Inventory earlier and began slipping it over her face.
Instinctive fear surged through her as he covered her eyes. She shook her head violently, trying to resist. But after several attempts, Seong-il finally managed to secure the blindfold over her face.
Then—
The moment the blindfold touched her eyes, it clung tightly to the skin around them. No light could reach her anymore. The complete darkness filled her with terror, and she began screaming and thrashing wildly.
She rubbed her face desperately against the bed, trying to remove it. But the blindfold stuck to her like it was part of her body and refused to budge. 'The effect is insane…' Impressed by the random-box item’s performance, Seong-il stood up and grabbed both of her legs.
Ignoring her, he tied one leg to the bedpost at the end of the frame. Realizing what he intended, Eriisha went berserk, but with her neck and hands already restrained, she couldn’t do anything meaningful. Seong-il calmly secured her other leg as well.
Now both of her legs were spread wide and tied down, leaving her most private parts completely exposed. Looking at the thick, dark brown bush that matched her hair color, Seong-il commented.
Seong-il laughed heartily at her reaction and gently ran his hand over her pussy. Eriisha flinched violently, her whole body trembling at the touch on a place no one had ever touched before.
'Even though the shock brought her mind back a bit, the aphrodisiac has already set her body on fire. A little stimulation and she’ll be soaking wet in no time.'
Having reached that conclusion, Seong-il leaned close to her ear and whispered.
Eriisha flinched and desperately tensed her waist, trying to hide her hands behind her back. But after grappling with her several times, Seong-il had already learned her patterns. He skillfully broke through her resistance, snapped the cable tie with raw strength, and pulled her wrists free. Though she flailed her arms with all her might, his steel-like grip easily overpowered her, and he tied both wrists to the bedposts above her head.
Blindfolded, limbs spread in an X-shape, unable to hide even a single inch of her most shameful parts—Eriisha could no longer endure the humiliation and began to cry.
Rather than feeling any guilt at her tears, Seong-il felt a deep sense of conquest as he admired her body. Her breasts and ass were voluptuous enough to look like they might burst. Her waist was firm and toned, accentuating her curves, and she even had a small, slightly cute pouch of belly fat. It was the textbook definition of a glamorous figure.
After thoroughly enjoying the sight, Seong-il climbed onto her thighs. He began roughly kneading her breasts, as if unleashing all his pent-up desire. Thanks to the aphrodisiac, the stimulation quickly began to awaken her suppressed lust. Before long, Eriisha stopped crying. She remained silent, simply enduring the waves of pleasure washing over her.
Seong-il got off her body, removed his pants and underwear, then pressed himself against her. He began caressing and licking every inch of her with his hands and mouth. After a long while of teasing her, an interesting idea suddenly popped into his head.
He quietly retrieved a bottle of ordinary body lotion from the corner of the room, poured some onto his hands, and infused it with his inner energy. Then he spoke to her.
"!!"
Eriisha’s entire body froze at his declaration. She cursed him, trying to hide her fear and anxiety.
Seong-il simply smirked at her outburst and silently began applying the lotion to her breasts and upper body. Splat. Splat. Eriisha shuddered as the cold yet silky liquid dripped onto her chest. Seong-il meticulously rubbed it into every inch of her body, from her belly outward.
At first, his touch felt disgusting. But perhaps because of the liquid aphrodisiac, Eriisha gradually began to feel her body heating up. His hands started at her stomach, then moved to her armpits in a tickling motion. For a long time, his slippery fingers caressed her sides and underarms.
The stimulation on such a sensitive area made her moan involuntarily. She bit her lip hard, trying to swallow the sound. But in the quiet room, that single moan pierced Seong-il’s ears. Satisfied, he continued his ministrations without pause.
Eriisha told herself that the pleasure she felt was only because of the drug and slowly began to surrender to it. Seong-il, who had been gently stroking her sides and armpits, slyly moved on to caress the sides of her breasts, teasing her further. The occasional brush of a man’s hand against her full chest slowly eroded her reason. Her lust began to rise, and Seong-il could feel her body gradually losing strength as her pussy grew wetter and wetter.
Noticing the change in her demeanor, Seong-il suddenly moved both hands to her breasts and began kneading them with purpose.