Combat Medic (1)

Today was a day for receiving a guest of the highest importance.

This was a procedure of head-of-state magnitude. Together with Korea — the nation that possessed Selectio — America stood as one of the two greatest powers on Earth.

And I was impregnating America's child.

"Aahngh!"

"Wait! She looks like she's hurting!"

"She's not hurting. She likes it!"

"Aahhhhn!"

At my glance, Elisha leaned in beside me and sucked on my nipple. The heart monitor chirped in a climbing rhythm as the patient's pulse rose higher and higher. A wet sound filled the operating room.

"Hahhn!"

"Her heart rate is going up!"

"It's fine. That's normal."

I rolled my hips with dedicated, professional enthusiasm. A married woman in her thirties lay spread before me, taking every thrust I gave her.

"Please, please let this work."

Outside the procedure room, people in black suits shifted from foot to foot, praying for a successful result.

"Mr. Lee. Is everything all right?"

"No problem. Everything's fine."

I was currently railing the granddaughter of the President of the United States.

Golden Cock. One hundred percent pregnancy rate.

"Hahng! What the fuck! Ahhhhh!"

The faster I pistoned, the faster her heart slammed against her ribs. The white woman arched her back and spat curses without pause.

"My granddaughter looks like she's in pain."

"She's perfectly fine. Pleasure and pain have always been like light and shadow. Nngh — ah!"

Her whole body shuddered. A long, broken moan tore out of her, and the heart monitor settled back into a calm, even rhythm.

"Thank you so much, Doctor."

Thanks to the Eye of Truth, I could speak nearly every foreign language as fluently as my own.

"I merely did my job, Madam President."

"You are a hero."

She took hold of my cock and shook it like a handshake.

"If it wouldn't be an imposition, might I take a photograph? I'd like to put it up on the hospital website."

"Sure. Do as you please."

I slid back into the presidential granddaughter's pussy.

"Hhk—!"

"All right. V-sign."

"V-V."

Semen ran down her thighs as she threw up a V-sign with both hands. The shutter clicked twice.

"This is going straight onto our hospital website."

At some point I had developed a habit of posting pictures of every woman I slept with on the hospital homepage. I blurred the faces of celebrities and public figures, of course, but the sharper-eyed fans still managed to recognize them now and then. Not that it mattered. Those same celebrities sailed through official virginity inspections with flying colors, and the rumors were dismissed out of hand.

Afterward I attended a banquet at the Blue House with both the Korean and American presidents, then finally headed home.

"Haaah."

I climbed into the limousine, loosened my tie, and stared out the window.

"You've worked so hard, Master."

"Yeah."

I turned — and my arm sank into Ryu Su-gyeong's chest with a soft, heavy squish.

"Sorry."

"………"

Another soft press.

"I'm sorry."

"You need not apologize."

"Yes. But I keep bumping into you."

"I am fine."

She didn't even bother answering my apologies anymore. I groped those breasts several times a day, after all. Still — in a back seat this spacious, why was she glued to my side and nobody else's?

The limousine carried me to the Taiyu Extreme Way gym I frequented. The place was fitted with thoroughly modern equipment: rows of fitness machines, training apparatus, and a luxury air pool generously slathered in oil.

I changed into a training uniform barely the size of my palm, loosened up, and headed inside.

"Ah — hello!"

"Seonghun, you came today too."

"Want to spar?"

This branch of Taiyu Extreme Way occupied an entire enormous building — the newest facility in Seoul, constructed only recently. I passed through into the area reserved for named disciples alone, and stripped the uniform off.

Only those officially recognized as formal disciples of the sect were permitted here, and every session was conducted in deadly earnest. A martial artist sat in lotus position at the center of the room — delicate and slender at a glance, yet every inch of her body packed with muscle.

Song Yu-ri, master of this branch. One of the Eight Great Commanders, the elite who represented Taiyu Extreme Way itself.

"You came again. Did the young lady come with you?"

By "young lady," she meant Choi Yeo-jin.

"No. That one won't show her face. She's afraid her family will drag her back."

"I ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠see."

Choi Yeo-jin was, officially, a runaway.

The antique sliding doors on every side rattled open, and a procession of stunning, long-limbed beauties filed in without a single thread on their bodies. The fact that they had entered this room meant they were formal disciples of Taiyu Extreme Way, no question.

"You kept going on about beauties this and beauties that, so I asked around. Volunteers came pouring in."

"I want to actually concentrate when I train."

"And you'll really impregnate them once the sparring is over?"

"That's right."

"Me too?"

I let my eyes travel over Song Yu-ri's body. She played at being rough and easygoing, but in front of my cock she was nothing but a fragile little female. Her unkempt pubic hair flaunted a wild, untamed charm, and the flush creeping across her face had a rather cute side to it as well.

"If you want."

"Hehehe. Now this is going to be worth teaching."

Ten beauties dropped to their knees in a ring around me.

"We'll skip the theory and go straight to sparring."

She scooped a ladleful of liquid from a great vat and flung it over me. A heavy splash of something far slicker than ordinary oil — the rendered fat of a monster. A special solution distilled from the bodily fluids and fat of a marine creature called a Paradact.

My footing vanished. I clenched every muscle I had just to stay upright.

My Taiyu Extreme Way sat at roughly two-star. I could have burned S-Points to learn it faster, but S-Points were to be hoarded for the things that actually mattered.

"I'll go first."

A woman with striking, sharply drawn features stepped in front of me. She had coated herself in the same special solution.

"Come at me, then."

I dropped my stance and shot forward. Her foot snapped toward my face; I slid sideways and wrapped my arms around her waist. Getting a solid hold was far harder than usual — which made it all the better for training.

"Taiyu Extreme Way, Second Form — Flower Altar."

I seized her body and shook her hard. Flower Altar was a technique that channeled my inner energy to shatter an opponent's center of gravity.

"Heavenly Fall!"

The beauty slammed into the floor. She slapped the boards in surrender.

"Oh? Subduing an opponent of the same realm in a single exchange."

"This much is basic."

Between the authority of an Absolute and the Troll Lord's elixir I had swallowed, my stats sat at a thoroughly abnormal height. This woman had only been training for a year or two; her numbers were nowhere close to mine.

"Then show the winner his due respect."

I nodded at Song Yu-ri's words. My opponent spread her legs as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

"P-please, come in, Winner."

"I shall not refuse."

The winner claiming the loser. That was the new rule I had proposed for this place.

My cock slid smoothly into her center. The special solution worked like the finest lubricant.

"A virgin, huh. Good. A woman worth taking."

"Th-thank you. Hnnngh!"

I stroked her breasts and kissed her. Her entire body gleamed, slick and glossy with the thick, silky solution. I drove my hips hard, and the beauty convulsed, squirting around me.

"What a nice hole."

I rubbed her clit with fingers coated in the slippery solution and kept thrusting. Her pussy made wet, greedy sounds and sang out notes of bliss.

"I'm cumming!"

"Me too!"

One hundred percent pregnancy.

I poured into her, then slowly stood and looked for my next opponent. The woman waiting for me set her jaw and dropped into a stance. The insides of her thighs were already soaked through with her own juices.

"This one won't be easy. She's learned up to four-star."

Four-star. Two full stages above me.

"Even if you are a man, you won't be able to beat me."

The straight-haired woman caught a rubber band in her teeth, gathered her hair back, and tied it into a ponytail. Then she scooped up the special solution and poured it over herself.

The moment she bound her hair cleanly, a memory clicked into place.

"Have I seen you at a bar before?"

She was the woman in the red China dress who had handed me a cocktail called a Red Blow Job.

"Hehe. To run into you here again. What a coincidence."

"I never would have guessed you were a formal disciple of Taiyu Extreme Way."

She rolled her shoulders, and the fine, compact muscles of her long model’s body shifted beneath the oil, glittering as if they were showing ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠off.

"That's a seriously hot body. If it were today, I might just let you have your way."

"I'm the type who saves the tasty things for later. I'll take my time savoring you."

Look at her playing hard to get. Since coming to this world, she was the first woman besides Ryu Su-gyeong who had ever turned me down.

"I'll come to you first."

The ponytailed woman dashed in and kicked my leg. I threw a punch off the low kick — and she caught my arm instantly, swinging up into a flying armbar. I could see the wetness spilling from her pussy, running down my arm in warm rivulets.

"Why don't you surrender?"

"Don't wanna."

She twisted. My arm folded the wrong way.

"Ghk—!"

Song Yu-ri, master of the hall, shook her head.

"That's why I told you to surrender. Still — you need to get hurt once to be careful next time. Come here. I'll take a look."

The gap in skill was simply too wide. Four-star Taiyu Extreme Way was a level recognized as a proper martial artist anywhere you went. I was at the tail end of two-star. My bloated stats kept me from being written off as third-rate, but calling myself second-rate would have been a stretch.

I lifted my head and grinned.

"Super Recovery."

A cool rush swept through me. My arm found its proper place on its own and began to knit. And not just the arm. Every scrap of fatigue I had accumulated impregnating the American President and her granddaughter all day — even the smallest waste products lingering in my body — vanished completely.

"She's strong, no question."

"Show the winner her due respect."

I lay down on the floor. The ponytailed woman swallowed hard and buried her head between my legs, taking my cock into her generous mouth with ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠greedy, unrestrained hunger.

"Whoa!"

"Holy shit, I'm so jealous."

"I want to spar already."

The other disciples watched in open awe. A few of them slipped their hands between their own thighs.

What the hell was this absurd mouth technique?

"Nngh — I'm cumming!"

She caught every drop in her mouth and swallowed it in a single gulp.

"I'll take the pregnancy next time. I'm the type who savors delicious things slowly."

"Next time, I'll win."

"Hmph. Give it your best shot."

I sparred with the others that day as well, drilling the art into my body. The record stood ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠at four wins and six losses — but three of those four victories had come against people whose martial realm sat higher than mine.

After a few days of training like that, I pushed Taiyu Extreme Way to three-star without spending a single S-Point.

"Master, a patient's coming in."

"It's Director, not Master— wait, what the hell?!"

I was working at the hospital when a painfully familiar face appeared.

"You—?"

"Nanggun-nim~ I'm heeere~ Hohoho!"

My hands shook so hard I had to clamp them onto the arms of my chair. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. And she terrified me — because she was the most dangerous woman in the world.

Eyes narrowed to delighted slits. A complexion softer than spring petals. A voice that made you want to break into song. And I was terrified.

Somebody save me.

Choi Yeo-jin let out a startled cry and slammed the door shut. She must have been just as terrified as I was.

"I packed a lunchbox for you, Nanggun-nim."

She was the strongest hero alive and simultaneously the worst — Selectio. Shin Tae-hee.

I know, you son of a bitch. I can see it too, Eye of Truth.