Chapter 28
Chapter 28
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 28
Chapter Title: Inhaling the Semen Scent
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Inhaling it, inhaling the disgusting semen stench...!
"Hic? Hic...!"
The initial burst exploded out like a geyser, followed by thick, milky spurts in 100ml increments that piled up thickly inside the mask. It was sagging and sloshing from the sheer weight of the semen.
'This cum volume is astonishing even to me.'
The ejaculations were so forceful that a considerable amount splattered onto Aurora's pale arms, wrists, and hands.
"Hic, ugh... uuu... It's filthy! Y-you, hic, t-trash."
She was even hiccuping from the shock.
"Less than ten minutes left? You can go now."
"Hic, hmph! I was going to leave anyway, hic, you trash!"
I snatched the semen-drenched mask from her as she tried to toss it on the ground.
"What are you doing? Why throw away something so precious? Put it on."
"W-what did you say!?"
"The penalty—forgot already? You promised to do as I say."
"Even so, this... this thing, on my face?"
"You lost fair and square in a proper duel, and now you're backing out on the promise? I'm disappointed."
"F-fine, I'll wear it!"
Aurora dumped a bit of the sloshing semen from the mask onto the ground before reluctantly putting it on her face.
"Urgh... th-the smell."
"Wear it home today. That's all. Time it yourself—if fifteen minutes pass on the way, keep it as a souvenir or toss it, whatever. Heh heh."
"Who'd keep something like this? You're trash, as always."
Whoosh!
She spun around and stormed off, the motion whipping up the air. Her floral shampoo scent mingled with the reek of my semen wafting behind her.
Watching her retreating figure without a hint of hesitation wasn't a bad feeling at all. It was like marking my territory and sending her off.
That aside, it was clear Aurora and Shin Nari were just accomplices—nothing like close friends.
No, given her rigid personality, she probably despised Nari back in school for hanging with delinquent guys and acting like a slut.
Proof? She didn't lift a finger to stop Nari from showing up in that ridiculous state for our lewd play. Just instinctive revulsion, fear, and curiosity toward cocks.
Whatever happened to Nari, it was none of her business.
Which brings me back to the original question.
Who tied those two misfits together?
Who was the third party that decisively ruined my life?
"I'll figure that out in due time. Won't take long."
I gazed down at Nari, who was licking the semen off the ground with a wistful expression, and pondered my next moves.
Semen.
The thick, milky white fluid containing swimming sperm—some 200 million strong for impregnating females—along with various minerals.
Composed of 66% seminal vesicle fluid, 33% prostate fluid, and 1% other substances. The spermine in the prostate fluid oxidizes on contact with air, producing its signature fishy odor.
This piercing, distinctive stench is so unique and intense that 99% of men find it repulsive. Strangely, some women perceive it as fragrant.
I wonder which category Aurora falls into.
"Ugh... such... such humiliation."
Inside the black mask, the caked semen assaulted Aurora's nose with an overwhelming stench as she drove.
The longer it went on, the more the spermine oxidized, intensifying the alkaline tang.
"Time... up yet?"
A sidelong glance at her smartphone showed fifteen minutes had passed, so she reached for the mask.
But...
She hesitated.
"J-just a bit longer before I toss it... Driving, so... better not do anything risky... Hoo... huff..."
A childish excuse she knew full well.
Her ears flushed red as she kept taking ragged breaths. Her expression was peculiar.
"Hoo... haa... huuuff... haa..."
Her breathing grew steadily rougher.
Her flush deepened.
[Ding dong~ You have arrived at your destination.]
The navigation chimed arrival, but she still hesitated to remove the mask.
"I-I'll toss it in the bathroom once I'm in my room. Can't have semen... s-s-semen on my face if someone sees... hoooo..."
She parked, entered the lobby of the company-provided mansion still wearing the mask—and someone spoke up.
Flinch!
"Oh! Player Aurora? Back from training?"
It was a uniformed private security guard.
"Ah, y-yes... that's right."
"Whoa, you okay? Something wrong? You're wearing a mask."
Twitch.
"Y-yes... s-sort of. Anyway, see you."
Startled by the comment, Aurora stammered a reply, bowed hastily, and fled into the elevator.
"Heh, Player's as pretty as ever today... but... huh?"
Sniff sniff.
"What the—did night-blooming flowers pop up outside? Ugh, nasty."
Ignoring the guard's mutterings from the lobby, she fumbled clumsily with the elevator buttons—unlike her usual grace.
"Huff, huff..."
Heart pounding, face burning—had he noticed the semen mask? Her breath grew heavier, sucking the stench deeper into her nose, tainting her brain.
'My lower belly's stabbing... why?'
The intense scent she'd not smelled in two years.
Her first glimpse of male-female sexual acts.
A monstrous cock spewing unimaginable volumes of semen.
Alone in the elevator, she clenched her fists, trembling as if holding something back.
The doors opened at the penthouse; she hurried out.
[You've always been a disgusting pervert, haven't you?]
A voice echoed in her mind.
"N-no, that's not it. That was just immature play from high school stress..."
Two years since that incident—she'd quit smell masturbation out of paranoia.
But humans can't erase ingrained sexual tastes.
In other words, two years clean meant two years of suppressing that dark, secret lust.
Facing her fetish again after so long, she couldn't think straight.
And it wasn't just the fetish.
Masturbating with female kendo club uniforms stemmed not from lesbianism, but loathing for men.
A suboptimal outlet for desire—if some weak, worthless guy stank like this, she'd have flattened him.
Her man-hatred had suppressed the fetish.
But Shin Yu-hyeon after two years was unrecognizably stronger—like he'd crawled through hell.
Despite her crime against him, he 'respected' her.
Unambiguous praise from a clear superior. It was sweetly intoxicating.
Aurora had long suffered inferiority and pressure. Same skill level? Heavier weight class wins; men over women.
Awakening helped, but male skeletons and muscles were tougher.
Public said she overcame it physically, but truth was she'd cheated rules for victories.
Genetic male advantages fueled rage and inferiority, turning to fouls that bred guilt, devouring her.
Too weak to face true powerhouses like battlefield Awakeners or Kaiju, she'd rigged "unlosable" arenas with her cowardice.
Blind to her own eyes, rationalizing as honorable swordswoman.
Civilians' cheers as spectacle grew meaningless.
[Whether you used Witchblade or not, you proved yourself. I respect that.]
To her, in that fragile state ripe for breakdown, his words tore open wounds pinpointing her fetish.
Poke♡ Poke♡
The deep tingle in her lower belly persisted.
"J-just... one more time... deep inhale... then toss it..."
Am I going?
Going going
Inhaling—
The acrid stench,
piercing deep into my sinuses like a brutal rape,
the scent from a man stronger than me, a man who crushed me with overwhelming power, from the jelly-thick fluid he violently blasted—
semen stench.
The first male bodily fluid scent I'd ever smelled—
'Inhaling it, inhaling the disgusting semen stench...!'
Tremble!
Just the smell made her pussy lips clench shut while sticky honey-like nectar oozed from her twitching folds.
Yet she knew the line not to cross—her hand never slipped between her thighs.
"D-disgusting... hoo...♡... haaa...♡ snnnif♡ ugh, r-real... really gross...♡ hooo—♡ haaang♡♡ hnnng♡"
Unlike her vow for one sniff and done, she savored the stimulating aroma over and over.
"Snnnif♡ haa♡"
For minutes, her stocking-clad toes wiggled as she battled the urge to masturbate to the scent.
"Huff, huff, m-must endure."
Nose numb and soaked, biting her tongue, she finally willed herself to peel off the mask and clutch it.
Even reaching the trash took ages.
"Urgh... th-this garbage!"
Plop.
She stared at the mask's limp fall into the bin, her face crusted with dried white flecks.
Like a vacuum-drug addict.
Staggering to the bathroom, she washed her face and slapped her cheeks.
"Hoo... snap out of it. Need to analyze that man's moves..."
Ignoring her quivering thighs, she turned to the black box Shin Yu-hyeon had magnanimously given her.
The full fight footage was inside.
Struggling to erase the warm semen scent lingering in her nose, she connected it to her laptop.
"Our Nari vanished all of a sudden... and Song Woo-seop's missing?"
A woman muttered while scrolling data on her desktop.
Even in the dark room, her pink hair stood out.
"Interesting. Track down that Song Woo-seop fucker first. If that retard touched Nari..."
Gleam.
Her eyes reflected murderous intent in the monitor glow.
"I'll rip him to shreds."