Jia's Deflowering (1)
The house where Jia and I lived. I'd laid Su-hee on my bed, and she was sleeping soundly. When I asked Aleister why she was sleeping for so long, she said it was because her race had changed, and it was only natural that it would take quite some time for her body to recover.
If she'd been spouting nonsense, that Gra'hthul guy—who loves snickering at people—wouldn't have stayed quiet, so it must be true. He almost feels like a lie detector at this point.
Just like when he'd bickered with Cain's Fang, Gra'hthul was basically a punch-all puppet of a character. A sadist and utterly arrogant narcissist who enjoys digging into anyone's flaws no matter who he's paired with.
If I play his personality right from now on, I can use him as a gauge for people I don't know.
Anyway, Aleister and Gra'hthul stood in the middle of the room, staring at me like I was some idiot they couldn't comprehend, one on each side.
"This is truly bizarre!"
"...Why? My judgment can't be wrong."
They looked like they'd seen a ghost. Or, well, since they probably saw ghosts every day, maybe more like they'd spotted some cosmic monster.
"Have you ever seen such a stupid fucking moron?!"
"Th-this can't be... He's my disciple..."
There was only one reason they were looking at me with such pitiful eyes, sighing over and over.
I was failing spectacularly at even the basics of magic.
I'd blamed it on forgetting the fundamentals due to time travel, and they'd said that could happen and offered to teach me themselves.
But I couldn't grasp even the most basic basics.
According to them, I was one of the most absurd geniuses in human history. But stuff like "that chilling sensation" or "your third eye opens and you see black particles"—I had no clue what they meant.
"No, I mean... what exactly am I supposed to feel?"
"In Western Europe where I lived, it's called Umbraxis or Tenebrius etheris... In the East, Taeheo or Honyeon... Lots of names, but they all point to one thing. The mysterious energy emanating from deep space. If you can't sense it, you can't even begin magic."
I understood even less now.
Just a few days ago, I'd been a normal guy whose only job was offering semen to Kang Jia like a stud horse.
"You maggot! It's about will. The mad resolve to twist even the laws of the world! That's the core of magic."
Gra'hthul yelled in that grating, metal-scraping voice again out of frustration, but I still didn't get it.
What the hell was I supposed to shout?
"Haa... Fine. Forget it. I have no idea how a dullard like you has such spiritual endurance."
Aleister wasn't even calling me "little one" anymore.
I got it.
The moment I'd asked them to take me as a disciple, they'd started competing over who could teach me better. And I'd made a deal with them.
If I, with history's greatest talent, became their disciple, they'd cooperate with me fully from then on.
And once all the training was done and I gained enlightenment on time travel again, I'd share that knowledge with whichever one had raised me better.
But when they unwrapped the package, it turned out I was a defective scam product full of flaws.
No wonder their dark robes were about to burst.
They couldn't just void the deal now—not with their pride on the line.
But... was that my problem?
'Tough luck—you got backstabbed too.'
Scamming black mages felt refreshingly satisfying.
Whether their dark robes burst or not, it wasn't my concern.
I'd just ask whatever I was curious about.
"By the way, is there any way to fight or drive off the Outer Gods?"
"Why's a worm like you asking that?"
Gra'hthul snarled, his lips twisted in fury.
"Come on, just tell me, Master."
"Shut up!! Master? You little shit...!"
He jabbed a trembling finger at his forehead.
"To think I'd fall for such a scam contract..."
That was the price of underestimating a guy from scam republic Korea.
"...Dealing with Outer Gods is impossible. You worm, how much do you even know about gods?"
"Gods? You mean Earth's gods?"
"Spit it out."
What kind of random question was this?
"Well... Zeus from Greek-Roman myths, Odin from Norse, Yahweh, Buddha... that sort?"
"Right. Those gods you know—they're Earth's native deities. Especially Yahweh's old man and that Siddhartha fuck you worms call Buddha. Those two were especially powerful. From a human perspective, omnipotent. Know what happened to them?"
"What happened?"
"They got eaten. Swallowed into Nyarlathotep's gut as prey."
Come to think of it, I'd heard something about them getting eaten before.
"How do they compare to you, Master? If you're a god too, aren't you one?"
It was a childish question, like something from elementary school, but it was crucial.
I needed to set the power scale with Gra'hthul as the benchmark.
"I am a god, sure. But those fuckers... they're a bit stronger than me. By about two fingernails' worth."
Two fingernails? What kind of bullshit measurement was that?
Anyway, this arrogant bastard admitted they were stronger, so even the strongest black mage who became a Sage in a human body was outmatched by gods.
And Nyarlathotep, who ate gods that strong for breakfast, was way beyond that.
I felt nauseous.
Even if I mastered the basics with grit, or hell, reached the pinnacle of magic and became a Sage like Gra'hthul, that gap meant I'd still be an insect compared to the Outer Gods. Pointless.
What should I do?
I pondered for a long time, but no answers came.
It'd be nice if some guideline for the situation just popped into my head.
'...Guideline?'
Come to think of it, there was one way to acquire situation-appropriate guidelines.
Sex.
The mind-meltingly ecstatic kind...
Every time I did it, some mysterious rule buried in my head would surface.
I glanced slyly at Jia.
She was sitting on the edge of the bed where Su-hee lay, pouting sullenly as she stared at me.
This felt kinda off—like I was using Jia as a sex toy just to make things easier for myself...
Still, I'd scammed a mighty Sage like Gra'hthul into cooperating, but I had no clue what the next step was.
No helping it, then.
I side-eyed Gra'hthul and Aleister. They'd plopped down cross-legged in their spots, lost in some meditation.
Gra'hthul was a guy in clothes, so no issue, but Aleister was stark naked, her legs splayed wide enough that her slit was fully visible between her thighs.
The moment I saw her pussy, a massive wave of lust surged up again.
Then she cracked one eye open and glared at me.
"Little one. Big sis has no intention of making a hopeless idiot like you feel good. Turn your eyes away."
Acting all high and mighty.
She's the one at fault for prancing around like that.
Anyway, they seemed to be ignoring me.
"...Jia."
"Ack! Yeah?"
The second I called her name, she dropped her hand from her chin and wagged over like a puppy shaking its tail, hips swaying.
"Sorry, but... could you help me out with one round?"
Asking to use a little girl's body purely for sex felt way slimier than I'd imagined.
I hung my head, feeling guilty, but Jia lit up like she'd won the lottery.
"Ooooh! For real!? Let's go! To my room!"
She didn't want to do it with those black mage creeps—who were basically strangers—around, so she grabbed my hand and dragged me to her room.
Creaaak—
I pushed open the door with its still-noisy hinges, and unlike before, the room was a bit brighter. Had she turned on the fluorescent light by herself at some point?
"Hurry! Hurry up! Gimme your semen♡!"
Like a dog eyeing a treat, a totally hyped-up Jia bounced in place and clung to me.
"A-alright, calm down a bit, Jia."
"Side dishes too!? Wait right there!"
So excited she couldn't help herself, Jia stripped right in front of me without a shred of hesitation.
The moment she pulled off her shirt, her petite frame's white, soft skin gleamed under the fluorescent light.
And
Click.
She unhooked her bra too.
"U-ugh... H-how... is it...?"
Ah... so she'd been worried about it.
While I'd been obsessed with Aleister and Su-hee's huge tits, this girl—who'd been watching me the whole time—must've been super self-conscious.
Worried her breasts were too small, that I might hate tiny ones, stuff like that.
She clasped her hands behind her back in parade rest and thrust her chest out for me to see better.
"Uuu... S-sorry... th-they're... s-small..."
I just stared at her chest without saying a word, and her face gradually crumpled into a teary pout.
They were small, sure.
The kind you could cup in one hand with room to spare. But... these were the real, live tits of such a pretty, cute girl.
A girl in her prime for baby-making.
Flat-chested, sure, but her body had no excess fat—perfectly streamlined.
Throb.
Unlike before with her body, when I wouldn't even get hard, this time was different.
Maybe because my disgust and aversion toward Jia had mostly faded. Seeing her dainty little breasts and those perky, stiff nipples made blood rush straight to my cock.
I dropped my pants.
"O-oh!? B-bro's excited!? Your dick got hard from Jia's tits?"
"Yeah. Come here."
Might as well make it feel good for both of us.