Aptitude Test (1)

Squish.

A sensation my hand already knew by heart.

"Haaah…"

"Nngh…"

When I opened my eyes the next morning, we were in a hotel suite. The bed was absurdly enormous — a special room I had no memory of ever booking, or even seeing.

"How the hell did we end up here?"

I remembered knocking back drink after drink, settling the tab with the bar's proprietress by way of my cock, and even scoring some free whiskey off her. After that, though, everything was a blank.

"You're awake?"

The Doctor was beside me. White semen was still dripping from her pussy as she smiled softly and planted a morning kiss on the head of my cock.

"How did we get here?"

"Last night at the second round you drank yourself stupid and we had a full-on orgy at the bar. When it was over you were so wasted I had to carry you here on my back. And then we fucked like animals all over again."

"Haaah. I don't remember any of that."

It was genuinely unfair. I'd had sex and I couldn't even remember it.

"Truth is, I was planning to run your aptitude test today."

"You're testing my dick? We already did that."

"Not your dick. Your aptitude."

"Ah. Magic, martial arts, psychic abilities — the acquired powers, basically. Everything except Authority. That was the plan, anyway. Of course, the sun's already high, so we'll have to start tomorrow."

"So what about today?"

The Doctor pressed her mouth to mine.

"Today we rest."

Han Jo-hyun and Kang Han-na slipped into my arms.

"Want us to keep you warm?"

I grinned. The answer had already been decided.

The next day I sat with the Doctor in an empty classroom. She taught me with a suggestive little smile playing on her lips. Another day, another office outfit that never failed to get me hard.

"This is a magic formula. These are mana roads — think of them as the equivalent of meridians and energy channels in martial arts…"

She sketched a human body on the blackboard and walked me through the fundamentals of magic. My status window didn't even have an Intelligence stat. What it did have, strictly speaking, was an IQ readout.

That was my IQ as seen through the Eye of Truth — not an Intelligence stat. Having a two-digit IQ as a Korean kind of stung.

"You can explain it all you want. I still don't get any of it."

"Hmm. Your mana sensitivity came back excellent on the physical exam. Try mana breathing for me."

She demonstrated beside me, slow and deliberate. As a Rank 2 Mage, she was operating at a foundational level.

For reference, mages in this world were ranked by grade. The higher the rank, the greater the mage. Rank 2 was elementary. Climb high enough and you unlocked something called Star-rank Magic. Casting a single Star-rank spell supposedly required the equivalent mastery of a hundred proper spells.

Kim Do-jung — the Rank 2 Hero of Korea I'd seen yesterday, the Ten-Star Mage — could use ten of them, which was how he'd earned the title. In other words, the man was a monster who could wield over a thousand genuine, no-nonsense spells. Knowing four or five proper ones was usually enough to keep you from going hungry, even if it wouldn't make you rich.

Tick. Tick. Tick.

Holograms bloomed across my ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠vision, laying out the depth of my breathing, the state of my body, and the faint mana particles mixed into every inhale. Watching the Doctor's mouth, I could see at a glance how the thin threads of mana entering her lips were blended, filtered, and drawn down into the mana heart in her chest to be refined.

If I just copy what she's doing, will that work?

I watched her and breathed. Focusing on the mana particles so they wouldn't slip away, I willed a fraction of them to ride my breath — and a sliver of them obeyed, flowing in with the air.

A cool, tingling sensation settled into my chest. Not a bad feeling at all. Slightly refreshing, strangely pleasant.

"Nh — this is…"

"That's the energy of the great natural world. See? I knew it. A man and a dimensional transmigrator — of course you'd pick it up in one try. Normally that takes three months at the very least."

"Is that so."

"It's an incredible aptitude. I'm genuinely jealous."

She started feeding me magical knowledge.

"Master this one thick spellbook and you'll have more than enough of the basics."

The Doctor hoisted the monstrous book — it was literally the size of my skull — and smiled.

"This is going to be a pain to learn."

"I'll teach you."

I spent the entire day taking her magic lectures.

"Ember."

Fwoosh.

By evening I could conjure a flame about the size of a lighter's spark in the palm of my hand.

"Wow! Using magic on the first day?! That's the talent of an Archmage!"

"I haven't even formed a mana heart yet."

"Even the greatest magic towers in the world can't get a student to cast on day one."

"Hahaha. Is that right."

"Seonghun. You really do have an extraordinary gift."

She looked at me with something hungry in her eyes. This world was truly bizarre. A woman, this flustered over a man. Back in my world she would have pinned me down without a second thought.

"It's only because I had a good teacher."

"That's not true."

"Shall I give you a reward?"

"A-a reward?"

Her eyes lit up. Broke as I was, I only had one thing to offer. My body.

"Here. Say aah."

"Aah."

I slowly tugged my underwear down and fed my cock into her mouth. The sun was setting, and evening light spilled into the classroom. We hadn't turned on any lamps, so by the time the room began to darken, only the red wash of sunset was left to illuminate the old desks and worn floorboards.

"Nngh."

Her wet mouth began working my cock with devoted care.

"Teacher. A little gentler, please."

The Doctor, in her hurry, was sucking too fast. Watching her transform from a shy, awkward wallflower into a woman steadily getting addicted to the taste of cock was honestly pretty entertaining.

"Sorry, student."

Slurp. Slurp. Slurp.

I pulled her up and sat her on the desk. The crotch of her nude stockings was obscenely soaked through.

"Gentle Breeze."

A faint wind stirred. The breeze I called slipped between her thighs and carried a sweet, filthy scent straight to my nose.

"Ahn—"

Whether the wind I'd made was enough to push her over or not, she let my cock slip from her lips. A thread of her saliva still connected her mouth to my shaft, thin as a spider's silk.

Riiip.

I tore the stockings open. The Doctor wasn't wearing any panties.

"No underwear? You came prepared from the start, didn't you? You filthy Doctor."

"I did not…"

The embarrassed look on her face was cute too.

Squelch.

I drove my cock into her roughly.

"Nngh—!"

She threw her head back and moaned.

"Haaah! Haaahn!"

Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.

I took her ripe, dripping pussy and used it however I wanted.

"Aaah! It's good! It's so good!"

"Me too — nngh!"

"Haaah!"

I came inside her. Hot semen overflowed from the Doctor's pussy and ran down.

"Hnnn."

She shuddered, her hips twitching, and pulled me into her arms.

"Teach me well tomorrow too, Teacher."

"I will."

For the next several days we studied the fundamentals of magic, and we took each other apart in between.

A few days later, Kang Han-na called for me. The ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠place she brought me to was a pond with a small artificial waterfall.

"Today you're going to learn elementalism."

Unlike the Doctor, who leaned heavily toward scholarship, Kang Han-na was a capable elementalist in her own right.

"An elementalist's rank is determined by the highest-grade spirit they've contracted. Spirits run from lowest to highest grade, and above that you've got Spirit Kings and Spirit Gods. Nobody has ever contracted a Spirit God, so anyone contracted to a Spirit King sits at the peak."

"What's your rank, Han-na?"

"I'm a mid-to-high rank elementalist. Hitting that in your twenties is pretty rare."

She launched into a thorough explanation of the profession, pride shining through every word.

"You can break elementalists down even further. It depends on how rare their spirit is, or whether it has some special power. There are Handlers who get dragged around by their own spirits, Masters who've completely dominated theirs — the classification system is kind of a mess, honestly."

"Elementalism isn't really about theory. It starts with talent and it ends with talent."

She pressed a stone into my hand.

"This is a Water Spirit Stone. Today we're going to check your affinity with water spirits."

And then Han-na stripped naked without a shred of hesitation. She peeled the clothes off my body too.

"Now we go feel the spirits."

Splash.

She slipped into the pond. Ornamental fish drifted through the water; lotus blossoms and cherry-petal scraps floated on the surface above them. Han-na reached for me from the water like some kind of fairy.

"Come on in. It's a little deep, so be careful."

Splash.

I followed her in, just as naked.

"Pffah—!"

My feet didn't touch the bottom.

"It's deep. Kick your legs, nice and calm."

"Puhh!"

I spat out a mouthful of water and started kicking.

"The water's cold."

"Well, yes. Water is generally cold."

Han-na wrapped herself around me so I wouldn't go under.

"A transmigrator still needs to keep his body temperature up, so I'll hold you tight."

Her body pressed flush against mine. Her B-cup breasts flattened softly against my chest. I took her slim waist in my hands and let her guide me.

Toward the center of the pond, spray from the artificial waterfall flicked across our faces.

"Close your eyes and feel for the spirits."

I did as she said. With my arms around her thin waist, there was no danger of sinking. Thirty minutes crawled by.

"You don't feel anything?"

"No. Nothing at all."

"Hmm. That's strange. People with real talent usually slip straight into a trance and get a glimpse of the spirit realm…"

She sounded disappointed.

"Even a dimensional transmigrator who's a man can't be gifted at everything, I guess."

No matter how hard I focused, there was no supernatural sensation, no vision, no hallucination. Nothing.

Then something heavy settled against my lower body.

"Han-na. Are you touching my dick?"

"What? No. I would never touch a man's body without permission. I'm not that kind of person."

"Then what the hell is this?"

I reached down and felt around. Don't tell me that's a carp. A carp on my dick? Oh, please, no.

"Huh?"

Hair. I was touching hair. Han-na and I both looked down.

A semi-transparent woman had my cock in her mouth. She was clear as water and tinged with blue, and on her lower abdomen sat a black mark of the kind people called a womb tattoo.

"Hah! That's—!"

"What is it?"

"That's a Melquibus!"

"A Melquibus?"

"An intermediate form between spirit and demon. They're classified as highest-grade spirits, but they can't remain in the spirit realm — pitiful things, really. Incredibly rare."

A spirit with demon blood mixed in.

"Because their true body exists in the living world instead of the spirit realm, they're powerful — but they absorb their contractor's yang energy the way a succubus does, so they've been designated a dangerous classification."

"Is that so? Ahn— she seems fine to me."

"Oh my god. How is a spirit this rare even showing up? The last confirmed sighting was in America twenty years ago."

Sluurp.

The Melquibus sucked my cock hard.

"Nngh! That's an insane feeling. I get why you'd compare her to a succubus."

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah. I'm fine."

I was starting to understand why Melquibus were so vanishingly rare. They wanted men on instinct. But this was a world overflowing with women. The conditions for a Melquibus to even be found were brutally harsh.

"How do you contract a spirit?"

"That's the domain of instinct. You just close your eyes and will your soul to connect with theirs."

"That's it?"

"Y-you're not seriously trying to contract a Melquibus? She's a spirit mixed with demon blood. She's powerful, but she's just as dangerous."

"I think I'll be fine."

"Your aptitude has already been more than proven! You can take your time contracting ordinary spirits. This is way too dangerous a gamble!"

"Nngh—!"

Sllluurp.

I couldn't hold out against the Melquibus's mouth. I came.

Sllluuuuurp.

She swallowed every drop. Because her body was translucent, I could watch my white semen slide down her throat with my own two eyes — traveling like it would through a succubus sculpted out of slime, down her esophagus, between her breasts, past her solar plexus, and into the dantian of her lower abdomen.

Fwoomp.

My semen poured into the womb tattoo. The mark drank it down and lit up a soft pink. At the very bottom of the heart-shaped design, I could see a small pool of my cum beginning to gather. Keep going, I thought, and I could fill that entire translucent heart to the brim.

Holy shit. I could hear the spirit's voice. The Melquibus who'd just drunk my essence was starting to link her mind with mine.

"Fuck it. From today on, I'm your master!"

I grabbed a fistful of the Melquibus's hair and shoved ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠my cock in hard.

The Melquibus looked up at me, startled.