How to Become an Alchemist

Seong-il pulled out a chair from the table and sat down, then settled Elisha on his lap and began kneading her breasts. A few drunk patrons who saw this smirked with lecherous grins and started approaching their table, clearly trying to join them.

"Hey... buddy. Got room next to you? Mind if we sit together?"

When one drunkard approached Seong-il and spoke, Seong-il—his face hidden behind a mask—slowly looked the man up and down before gesturing toward one of the nearby bouncers. The moment the bouncer saw the signal, he walked over and asked,

"Is there a problem...?"

Seong-il said nothing, simply glancing at the drunkard beside him and jerking his chin toward the man. Understanding the intent, the bouncer stepped closer to the drunkard and spoke.

"Hey, buddy."

"...Yeah?"

"From here on, approach is prohibited."

At the bouncer's threatening tone, the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠drunkard swallowed hard and began making lame excuses.

"W-what are you talking about? It's not like the table has an owner, and I'm a customer too. I just wanted to get a better view of the dancers up front..."

"Hah... Customer. You want to get hit too?"

"!!!"

The bouncer's menacing threat made the drunkard lower his head. Without another word, he and his companions slunk back to their original seats.

Once the surrounding nuisances had disappeared, Seong-il watched the dancers' erotic performance while taking a sip of the wine on the table.

Whoa... This wine is surprisingly strong. Not what I expected.

Seong-il savored the taste, surprised that it wasn't the light wine he knew but something closer to strong liquor in potency. Then he leaned close to Elisha's ear while she sat on his lap and whispered,

"Want a drink?"

"....No thanks."

"Sorry. The outcome was already decided anyway."

"...?"

With those words, Seong-il took a mouthful of the potent wine, turned Elisha's head toward him, and tried to kiss her.

"Mmph?!"

Elisha reflexively accepted the sudden kiss, but the wine flowing from his mouth startled her. She pushed his tongue away and clamped her lips shut. Frowning at her resistance, Seong-il pulled his face back, took another swig of wine, then moved the hand that had been groping her breast down to her pussy and gave her clit a light pinch.

"Ahk!"

The mix of pain and strange pleasure from her lower lips made Elisha open her mouth involuntarily. Seong-il didn't miss the opportunity. He kissed her again, sharing the wine.

Gulp. Gulp.

Elisha swallowed the strong wine without realizing it. The deep, lingering kiss with Seong-il continued. After kissing and caressing her pussy and breasts for a long while, he finally pulled his lips from hers and whispered in her ear.

"Shall we apply some soon...?"

"W-what?!"

"Why are you so surprised? You apply it every day. Since we have to go around one more time after this, I'll put it on so you can relax."

"N-no!"

At her resistance, Seong-il twisted his lips into a sly smile and threatened her.

"Keep saying no and I'll just lay you on the table and fuck you right here, understand?"

"!!"

"Let's enjoy this nicely. Spread your legs. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Now."

Under Seong-il's threat, Elisha let out a small sigh, rested her face against his chest, and finally spread her legs. Once she obediently opened them, Seong-il took out the lotion he'd received from her earlier and began carefully applying it all over her pussy.

"Haa..."

The cold lotion combined with Seong-il's hot hand rubbing her pussy made Elisha moan from the stimulating pleasure of his touch. After thoroughly massaging her for a while, Seong-il decided he'd applied enough cream. He removed his hand from her pussy, stroked her belly and breasts again, and said,

"Drink the wine."

"What? I-I'm... weak with alcohol. If I drink now, I'll get drunk right away..."

"Who said I was telling you to drink it?"

"...?"

"I need my hands to touch your breasts, belly, and pussy, so I can't do it myself. You'll drink the wine with your mouth and pass it to me with a kiss."

Flustered by his lewd request, Elisha protested.

"I-if that's the reason, I can just pass it to you with my hand..."

Seong-il channeled inner energy into his hand, making her body more sensitive, then caressed her.

"Ahk...!"

Elisha cried out and twisted her body at his stimulating touch. Watching her, Seong-il said,

"You can't even handle a little kneading without losing your mind and writhing all over, yet you think you can serve drinks with your hands? Stop talking nonsense and just hold it in your mouth and pass it over."

At his words, Elisha sighed, silently took a sip of wine, then leaned in to kiss him. Seong-il naturally accepted her kiss, their tongues intertwining. As their tongues danced between their mouths, they naturally shared the wine.

As the alcohol gradually took effect, Seong-il grew bolder. He kneaded her body more aggressively and began caressing her in earnest. When Elisha started letting out soft cries under his relentless touch, the surrounding drunkards' gazes gradually fixed on them.

"Kya... They're really going at it."

"Wow... Should I buy a girl later and play with her like that here?"

The men's sticky, lust-filled words pierced Elisha's ears. Seong-il's ceaseless caresses continued. The pleasure and intoxication rose in perfect proportion. The more intense their acts became, the more the surrounding eyes focused on them. Those gazes transformed into stimulating pleasure, numbing Elisha's reason.

Seong-il's sweet caresses, the sticky stares from the crowd, and the steadily rising intoxication. As these three elements harmonized and continued, Elisha eventually became drunk on pleasure and began clinging to Seong-il more actively.

While they were passionately entangled like that, the stage lights brightened and the host appeared.

When the host pointed them out with a booming voice, Seong-il swallowed his intoxication and stood up. Elisha tried to rise with him, but Seong-il stopped her, pressing down on her upper body and forcing her back into a dog-like crawling position. Elisha's face flushed with humiliation. Ignoring her state, Seong-il tugged on her collar impatiently. In the end, she began crawling on all fours again.

Seeing her move, Seong-il quietly jerked his chin toward a nearby bouncer and gave him a meaningful look. At his signal, the bouncer nodded silently and gestured for his colleagues. Four or five bouncers formed a loose circle around them, maintaining about two meters of distance. Once he confirmed their formation, Seong-il began the proper walk.

Drunkards naturally gathered around them, offering their lewd evaluations. Elisha couldn't think straight under their sticky gazes and obscene words, lost in pleasure. Seong-il moved to her side and gave her large ass a firm slap as if scolding her.

Smack!

"Ahk...!"

The unexpected burning pain from her ass made Elisha arch her back. Unable to endure the shame any longer, she tried to straighten up. But Seong-il placed one knee on her back and applied his weight. Elisha couldn't lift herself under the heavy male pressure.

"Hah~ Who said you could stand without your master's permission?"

With those words, Seong-il began slapping her plump ass repeatedly with his palm.

Slap! Slap!! Smack!!

Her body's reactions to the intense pain from her ass and the raw slapping sounds of flesh against flesh excited the spectators.

"Whistle! Whistle~ Whiiiiistle~~ Nice!"

The drunkards whistled and cheered as they watched Seong-il strike Elisha's ass like he was training a disobedient animal. Surrounded by the crowd while getting spanked felt all too real, filling ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Elisha with intense shame and pleasure at the same time. The stimulation caused honey to drip steadily from her pussy.

"Nice! Harder!!"

Now fully caught up in the scene, one drunkard cheered and pulled money from his pocket, scattering it in front of them. Seong-il let out a dry laugh and said to him,

"Oh my! Sir, I never expected such generous sponsorship...! Next time I'll bring a basket! You can give it then!"

"Puhaha... There's a next time? Then sure, I'll do that!"

While tormenting Elisha and chatting with ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the crowd, the lights dimmed again and the host reappeared.

The excited drunkards shouted in response.

"Whistle! It was killer!!"

"You're doing more of this in the future, right?!"

The host calmed their shouts and continued.

Watching the host's progression, Seong-il took Elisha back to their seat. He naturally sat her on his lap in the same position as before, kneading her body while enjoying her wine service. By now Elisha no longer resisted. Half-drunk, she enjoyed the kissing and drinking with Seong-il. Looking into her half-lidded, intoxicated eyes, Seong-il asked,

"How do you feel?"

"....I don't know."

Elisha buried her face in his chest, enjoying his touch and avoiding the question. Seong-il spoke while looking at her.

"Didn't I tell you not to worry? At this level, as long as you keep your mouth shut, no one will know who we are."

"..."

At Seong-il's words, Elisha stayed silent for a moment before struggling to speak and raising an objection.

"That might be true... but what if someone follows us when we leave? Wouldn't that be dangerous?"

Seong-il stroked her hair as he answered the worried Elisha.

"Don't worry. I've made complete preparations for that part too."

"...?"

When Elisha looked at him with a puzzled expression, Seong-il continued his explanation.

"I got help from Madam Pirina. We'll escape through a secret underground passage here."

"...!?"

"The underground secret passage connects to a completely different place from the entrance and exit. It leads to some random shop in another district. If we leave through there, no one will know you did these things here."

After speaking, Seong-il gestured for Elisha to serve the wine. She had grown accustomed to it now. She took a sip, approached him, and kissed him to feed him the alcohol.

Gulp.

Seong-il drank while kissing her and continued his explanation.

"So you don't need to worry. With that in mind, shall we enjoy ourselves even more?"

"...?"

After finishing, he took her hand and placed it on his cock.

"!"

Elisha swallowed involuntarily. Seong-il whispered in her ear.

"You remember that wearing the mask changes your voice, right?"

She nodded. Seong-il continued speaking into her ear.

"If you scream during sex with your voice distorted here, it'll be even harder for them to realize the new dancer is you, don't you think?"

"..."

When Elisha remained silent, Seong-il lightly bit her earlobe, blew a gentle breath into it, and continued.

"Think about it. With your face covered, the only ways to reveal your identity are to strip you and check your body or to identify you by voice... If we imprint a completely distorted voice on everyone around us, wouldn't that make it safer?"

"...."

It was illogical and full of holes, but she didn't argue. It wasn't because she was convinced by his logic, but because the act he was demanding was stirring excitement in her lower belly.

"And most importantly... you like it now too, don't you? Things like this...?"

"..."

After remaining silent for a long time while surrendering her body to Seong-il's touch, she suddenly grabbed the wine bottle from the table and began gulping it down.

"?!"

Seong-il was startled by her sudden action. When he tried to stop her, she slapped his hand away. After drinking for a while, she set the bottle down and said to him,

"Fuck... you son of a bitch..."

"..."

"If my identity gets discovered... I'll kill you, bet or no bet. Got it?"

Elisha threatened Seong-il with a voice full of killing intent. Seong-il flinched for a moment, but quickly regained his composure and smiled at her as he replied.