How to Become an Alchemist
Eriisha let out a languid, tension-melting moan as she savored the warmth of Seong-il’s soft, moist tongue. Enjoying her obedient, utterly submissive attitude, Seong-il began licking every inch of her body with deliberate strokes. He traced the cute dip of her navel, planted a light kiss on the beauty mark beside it, then pushed his head between her spread thighs.
“Mmmmmm…”
Her pussy was still slick and hypersensitive from the previous climax that hadn’t fully faded. The moment Seong-il buried his face there and started licking, Eriisha began releasing sweet, pleasure-drenched cries.
“Ahh… ngh…!”
Seong-il caressed her folds without pause, relentless and skilled. He tasted her familiar nectar and began sucking greedily.
“Aahng… ahng…! Aahng!!”
Overwhelmed by the sharp ecstasy, Eriisha twisted her body and grabbed Seong-il’s head. Yet there was no strength in her grip. Instead, she gently stroked his hair. Feeling her tender touch, Seong-il continued lavishing attention on her pussy for a long while before finally lifting his head from between her thighs.
Thinking this was the prelude to them joining bodies, Eriisha subtly pressed her back against the headboard and spread her legs wide, assuming a position that would make penetration easy. But contrary to her expectations, Seong-il stood up and began putting on the mask he had left on the bed.
“…Why?”
Eriisha looked at him with tear-filled eyes, her voice laced with confusion. Without a word, Seong-il gently stroked her cheek and then slipped a mask over her face as well.
“Here. Let’s go.”
“….Where?”
“Where? The show isn’t over yet.”
“What…?”
Seong-il scooped up the bewildered Eriisha and headed for the terrace.
“What are you doing?!”
“I told you. We’re going to finish the performance we couldn’t wrap up earlier.”
“….No way?!”
Eriisha’s voice carried sudden realization. Though the mask hid her expression, Seong-il could easily imagine her face twisted in shock.
“Don’t worry. They said wearing masks and using voice modulation is fine. Just get ready to scream while I fuck you.”
“You already put on a fountain show on stage. What’s there to be embarrassed about now?”
At his words, Eriisha felt her mind snap back into focus and shrieked.
“Are you even hearing yourself right now!!!!”
“Whatever. Let’s go, let’s go.”
Seong-il held her tightly in his arms, suppressing her protests, and dragged her out onto the terrace. The balcony featured several slender marble pillars supporting a heavy marble slab overhead. He pressed the naked Eriisha against it and adjusted her posture.
He positioned her so her ample breasts were prominently displayed, resting the undersides on the cool marble so that her pink nipples were clearly visible to anyone below. Then, with both hands, he began kneading those breasts while kissing along her back.
Chuu. Slurp… slurp…
Having already heated her body with the Yin-Yang Intercourse Divine Art, he sucked and licked at her spine and neck. Moans naturally spilled from her lips.
While his hands continued to grope and pinch her breasts and nipples, Seong-il teased her from behind. He pressed his stomach and rigid cock firmly against her back and ass, then gently bit her earlobe, blew warm air into her ear, and whispered.
“This time, scream just as loud as you did before. Got it?”
“….”
Without waiting for her answer, Seong-il pushed his fully erect shaft into Eriisha’s pussy.
“Kyaaahk!”
The volume was clearly different from what she’d let out inside the tavern. So she’s really not going to hold back anymore? Feeling a surge of satisfaction at her change in attitude, Seong-il thrust his hips vigorously. He lit the candles he had prepared on either side and set them down.
Below, drunken patrons were staggering home. A woman’s delicate, erotic cries drifted down over their heads.
“Ahhng! Ngh! Aahng!!”
The sudden female moans left the drunkards blinking in confusion. They tilted their heads, looking around. Their eyes naturally drifted upward to the candlelight glowing on the second-floor terrace.
“Huh…?”
One man rubbed his eyes, wondering if he was seeing things. He instinctively nudged the person beside him.
“Hey. Aren’t those the two who did the initiation ritual earlier?”
“Huh…? Yeah, you’re right??”
Seong-il waved at the bewildered patrons staring up at them. Then, as if showing off, he thrust his hips even harder while continuing to knead Eriisha’s body.
“Kyaaahk! Aahng… ahng! Aahng!!”
Eriisha let out violent moans as Seong-il suddenly picked up speed. Drawn by the sweet female cries, the drunkards began gathering in small groups beneath the second-floor terrace of the Night Dancer.
The crowd buzzed and swelled. Once he judged that enough spectators had assembled, Seong-il activated his sensory enhancement technique again, sharpening Eriisha’s senses to the extreme. He then circulated his inner energy and poured it into her.
His savage pistoning followed immediately.
“Ahhng! Ahng! Aaaahng!! Nghh!”
The sudden intense stimulation finally broke Eriisha. She arched backward. Her massive breasts bounced and swayed like balloons. The men below went wild at the hypnotic movement of her chest.
“Whooo! She’s killing it!!”
“Shake them more! Harder!!”
“Yo! Can’t you suck on those tits for me instead?!”
Every time she heard the crowd’s vulgar demands and crude comments, Eriisha’s pussy clenched tightly around him. The audience grew frenzied watching her lewd, sweat-drenched figure lost in pleasure, swallowing hard with lust.
Aah… it’s so hot… I feel like I’m going to lose my mind…
The anxiety of being watched by so many men, like a sex slave surrounded and gangbanged, mixed with the strange relief that the mask kept her identity hidden. The contradictory emotions swirled inside her until her mind finally snapped. She began accepting the pleasure with half-broken, delirious sounds.
“Aahuu… aahuu… uuh… ugh! Hngh!!”
Despite her fractured mind, her pussy moved with an unprecedented level of clingy tightness, gently milking Seong-il’s cock.
“Khk…”
Seong-il groaned at the incredible squeeze. The pleasure was so intense that he abandoned all technique. He simply fucked her with raw, fierce, animalistic thrusts of his hips.
That wild, masculine pounding delivered mind-blowing ecstasy to Eriisha.
“Mmmh…! Ah… ah… aaah!! Ahh!! Haau… mmmh!”
The two of them rutted like a pair of beasts in heat. Seong-il’s glans, swollen to the point where further erection seemed impossible, ruthlessly scraped against her soaked inner walls, scooping out her juices with every thrust.
“Haa… haa…”
Seong-il desperately fought back the urge to cum while continuing to move. Because he had been too rough from excessive excitement, he would have climaxed instantly if he hadn’t frantically recited the ejaculation-delaying technique Saekma had taught him.
“Haa… it feels so good… I love it!! Fuck me deeper!!”
After hours of performing lewd acts in front of an audience, Eriisha finally spoke her first coherent line. Hearing her plea, Seong-il slowed his pistoning, pulled back until only the tip remained inside, then slammed forward with brutal force, striking her cervix.
“Aahk! Aaaah… it’s so good! Fuck me more! Harder!!”
To better feel Seong-il’s cock—which, while long, wasn’t exceptionally thick—she clenched her lower belly and anus, tightening her pussy. As his shaft scraped against those constricted walls, she drooled from the corner of her mouth while moaning uncontrollably.
Ignoring the saliva dripping from her lips, she begged for more stimulation.
“My nipples… pinch my nipples! Pull them…!”
Eriisha pointed out that his hands had stopped moving while he focused on his hips. Seong-il reached out with some effort, squeezed her heavy breasts, and pinched her nipples hard.
“Hiiik!!”
The incredible sensation of his hot hands mauling her chest made Eriisha cry out in ecstasy. Countless spectators watched the obscene dance of these two young lovers beneath the moonlight and candlelight, swallowing their saliva in awe.
The sensual performance of two people drawing out the desires of others. The drunkards stared in a trance, eventually reaching down to stroke themselves through their pants as they focused on the act.
With their senses shared through the Yin-Yang Intercourse Divine Art, both of them felt the pleasure building. They could sense their climax slowly approaching after such a long buildup.
“Now… let’s cum together…!”
“Yes… cum inside me now… hngh!”
When Seong-il’s impending ejaculation was shared with her, Eriisha felt her clitoris swell and throb. Just as mind-melting pleasure flooded her entire body, Seong-il stopped moving his hips, grabbed her pelvis, and drove forward with all his strength, pressing his cock as deep against her cervix as possible.
“Hup… it’s coming!”
“Ah… aaah! Aaaaaah…!”
The intense, lewd scent of man and woman spread in all directions. But the spectators, unwilling to miss the climax, moved directly beneath the balcony and stared with wide eyes. Some even ignored the splashes of Eriisha’s juices hitting their faces as they focused entirely on the performance.
Eriisha and Seong-il trembled violently as they climaxed together. After shaking for a long time, their bodies went limp. They leaned forward in an L-shape against the terrace railing, barely holding themselves up.
Eriisha’s breasts swayed in the open air. Seong-il reached out, groped them, and savored the lingering aftershocks of his orgasm.
“Haa… haa…”
As the pleasure receded and her mind returned, dozens of spectators came into focus before Eriisha’s eyes.
“Aahk!!”
The things she had forgotten in her lust came rushing back. Eriisha thrashed desperately, trying to push Seong-il away. He smiled behind his mask and gently pulled her back against him.
Naturally, she ended up nestled against his chest with her breasts still captured in his hands. Holding her like that, Seong-il spoke to the audience in a voice distorted by the mask.
“And that concludes tonight’s final performance at the Night Dancer! We hope to see you again soon!”
With those words, Seong-il turned, carrying Eriisha in his arms, and retreated inside the terrace. He closed the door to block out the noisy commotion outside, then laid the exhausted Eriisha on the bed. Without another word, he pulled her into his embrace and fell asleep.
The next morning, just before dawn.
Eriisha woke up with a terrible thirst caused by her hangover. She opened her eyes in the darkness and flailed her hand around. When she felt firm, warm skin beside her, she jolted upright in surprise and looked around.
Wait… where am I again…?
She absentmindedly recalled the previous night. The memory of the insane exhibitionist show came flooding back, sending a chill down her spine.
Even though she had been wearing a mask and her voice had been altered, the horrifying experience of so many people staring at her most private parts made her body tremble uncontrollably. And yet, in a perverse twist, she discovered that her pussy had grown wet again.
‘!’
She should have felt nothing but shame now that the situation had fully sunk in, but instead she felt excitement rising in her chest far stronger than any humiliation.
“No… no… I’m not… that kind of person…”
“Mmm…”
The man beside her groaned and shifted. Eriisha stared silently at the strange person who filled her with both hatred and an inexplicable fluttering in her chest.
At that moment—
“What… you’re awake already?”
“!?”
Had she made too much noise? Seong-il, who had been lying beside her, sat up and looked at her.
“Y-you’re awake?”
“Yeah… sleep well?”
Seong-il asked so casually, as if nothing had happened. Eriisha was stunned.
“Sleep well? You think I slept well?”
“Really? Then you should get some more rest.”
“Ha… I’m already wide awake, so that’s impossible.”
In response, Seong-il simply grabbed her shoulder and pulled her into his arms without a hint of hesitation.
“What are you—!”
“What do you mean, what? You said you were tired. Then just sleep more.”
“I told you I’m awake?!”
“Oh?”
He gave her a sly smile, then climbed on top of her and buried his face against her neck.
“W-what are you—?!”
“If you’re not tired… I’ll just have to make you tired, won’t I?”
“What… what did you just say?!”
With that, Seong-il roughly pinned Eriisha down and began caressing her once again.