Chapter 31
The moment I opened my eyes after a night of debauchery, the first thing I saw was the man's chest wrapped tightly around me. Hardly a good morning. I swallowed down the urge to puke and shoved his arms and legs aside, rolling away from him.
It was around 4 a.m. Still a bit before dawn.
"……"
I sat there in a daze, replaying yesterday's events. A wave of suicidal impulse crashed over me. What the hell was that disgrace? I'd steeled myself with such fervor, only to black out from pleasure like it was nothing. Hwa Yujin, you bastard—how easy do you think I am? Not that I'm even a woman to begin with.
"…At least he used condoms all the way."
No trace of that thick, sticky eroge semen. My womb was still pristine, not a drop permitted. The condom pack on the side shelf was completely empty—every single one used up. How many rounds did this guy go?
I picked up a discarded condom from the floor and examined it. Swollen like an extra-large married man's pouch. And that was just the ones in plain sight—eight of them. True to form as an eroge protagonist, his momentum never flagged, no matter how many times he came. Even left out who-knows-how-long, it still felt unnaturally resilient. How many sperm were packed in there? One creampie, and it'd be an instant pregnancy—one-shot one-kill. An unpleasant certainty settled in my gut.
If I had true mastery, I could probably avoid pregnancy even from a creampie.
Simple. Sperm are just qi constructs anyway—reduce them to pure qi and absorb. Complicated objects might be tricky, but sperm have a primitive, basic qi structure. Someone at my level could handle it.
Still, condoms for insurance. Nothing's 100% in this world. Even if I absorbed most, a few stragglers might slip through. If one miraculously hit an egg? Pregnancy odds aren't zero.
Sex with a guy was already a life-or-death gamble. Add pregnancy? No way in hell. Not in this godforsaken world anyway.
"…And something else to check."
I turned to Yujin with movements stiff as a rusty tin soldier. The must-check: how I saw him.
No way it'd happen from one fuck, right? My heart couldn't just fall that easy.
Honest admission: sex with Yujin felt good. Creepily horrifying, but undeniable. But if that led to lovey-dovey bullshit? Then I'd have to weigh my life against my male pride for real.
Deep breath. I faced his face head-on. Like most eroge protags claiming to be average, he was decently handsome. Especially with his eyes closed—those fierce, dirty, dark-circled eyes that reeked of gloom were hidden, softening the vibe. His body… not perfect, but fighter-shaped, filling out nicely. Only a matter of time before it got ripped.
My first reaction? Murderous rage.
This fucker exhausted me to hell and back, and he's sleeping like a baby, all content.
What a prick. I straight-up told him I was a virgin, and he didn't give a shit—just chased his own pleasure. With my tough body and male mind, I held up. Any normal girl would've ended up dependent on him like original Hyowon.
Fuck, wanted to deck him, but no excuse. Amid the boiling frustration, I felt… relief. Good. If seeing his face sparked uncontrollable heart flutters, I'd be screwed. But nah—just the usual disgust. Male ego intact. Still good. For now.
"…Time to wash up."
My sweat-soaked skin felt gross. Sharing a bed with this guy pissed me off too, and I had more to check.
The shower mirror showed a wreck: long hair plastered by sweat, tear tracks vivid. Bite marks too—the bastard lost his mind. But what really grabbed my eyes? A faint pink pattern on my lower belly.
Easy to miss, but up close: a heart shape etched there. Proof Hwa Yujin's Unique Ability had activated perfectly. Faint now, simple heart—but as it deepened, it'd turn vivid, unhideable by makeup, morphing into a perverted womb-and-dick emblem.
"Ha… haha. It worked. Worth it."
Yujin thought his Female Training wouldn't manifest, but I'd played the original. I knew: unlike others, his kicked in the moment you fucked.
Now I was stronger. Laughable, right? Everyone else bleeds and sweats for scraps of power. Me? One bedroom click, instant level-up. What a steal. Post that online—"Suck a gay guy's dick for 100 million." Lines out the door. Mine's priceless now.
So it's fine. I profited. Accept it. Don't cry, damn it.
Mirror me: tears streaming.
"Hngh, huu, ha, haha. Seriously, why? I made bank here!"
Life > Virginity. Obvious math. Should praise my decisive ass. And it felt good, right? Good enough?
"Ngh…"
I tried calming my body's revolt—logic, reason, fear of death. Useless. Hormones don't bow to willpower once the body's female. Even old guys tear up from estrogen. Middle-aged dudes got nothing on my estrogen overdose.
"No, stop, no."
Towel in mouth as a gag. Crying's inevitable—body's fault. But Yujin can't know. Imagine: girl begs for sex, then sobs alone in the bathroom. Awkward as hell, mortifying. Muffle it. Last shred of pride. You got this, body?
※
Maybe Hyowon likes me. Yujin's axe delusion had climbed to conviction.
When she proposed sex, she said: purely to boost her power. Just didn't want to die. He nodded, but deep down: She must like me as a man, at least a bit. Otherwise, no way she'd suggest this.
Did a genius like her even need his shaky Female Training buff? Say it bumped 10,000 strength to 10,001. A buff, sure—but pathetic. Risk that for him? Nah, her way of flirting, Yujin decided.
So when he sensed her heading to the shower alone, he thought: Join her? Buddies who'd seen each other naked and fucked could shower together, easy. Maybe she wanted it. Pink fantasies swirling, he started to rise.
But at the door: muffled sobs from inside.
"Mmgh… nghhh, hngh…"
A woman's desperate effort to stifle tears. Yujin's heart dropped. Hyowon crying. Why? Asking felt vile. Obviously my fault—hurt her with sex. Self-loathing hit. How'd he delude himself? No woman joys in fucking a guy she doesn't love. She just wanted strength—any edge, stakes sky-high: civilians' lives, parents' revenge, her fate. Of course she'd seize it.
What bullshit "maybe she likes me"?
"……."
Their bond was transactional. But Yujin wouldn't excuse himself. He'd wounded her—no denying. Back to bed, feigning sleep. Don't let her feel guilty.
How to stop hurting her heart? No answer. But one idea worth trying: Get stronger. Enough to back her fights. And maybe—just maybe—make her see him anew. Better than pity-fucking a loser, right? A steadily improving man.
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"Whew, refreshing. Crying clears the head."
Tears: mind's reset button. Couldn't wail freely, but the release emptied my brain. Kinda love TS in moments like this. Imagine a 30-year-old dude bawling in the bathroom. Ungrateful mockery would be mercy. But a fresh 20s beauty crying? Society's tragedy—worthy of protection. Bishoujo supremacy.
"Yeah… seriously clearer now."
Cool head, objective view. Primary goal: success. Got his Female Training buff, kept my sense of self post-fuck. Top-tier already.
Mental hit from losing virginity to a guy? Sure. But…
"Fuck it, sex ain't shit!"
That mystery woman's words echoed. Yeah! Sex happens! Overhyping it is dumb. It's not sacred! Though damn, it was good. Still—no controlling my heart like a yo-yo.
"Gonna keep doing it—can't let this snag me!"
Cathartic cry sorted my feelings. Scrubbed clean, I peeked at sleeping Yujin. Face pale—bad dream?
Fucker got bishoujo pussy and he's moping?
Tempted to pinch his cheek, but time to bounce. Ghosting's rude, waking's awkward. Scribbled a note for the shelf.
Thanks.