This Perverted Bastard! (3)
A hunter's body is something special. Perhaps because every organ is saturated with mana, their rate of adaptation far outstrips that of ordinary people.
Among hunters, a mage's organs in particular are so prized that people half-jokingly call them a cure-all.
And into that world, Lee Eun-seong — the greatest mage of all time — fell while striking down a calamity no one else could hope to resist.
He didn't simply die.
That mage, the fool who had always loved helping people more than anything, pressed his blood-smeared thumbprint onto a donor card bequeathing every last organ after death — and then he was gone.
What followed was chaos so complete that "pandemonium" barely did it justice.
Wealthy collectors, pharmaceutical conglomerates, the terminally ill rich, even the merely elderly and obscenely loaded — all of them poured astronomical sums into securing even a single scrap of Lee Eun-seong's remains.
The donated organs scattered in every direction through every channel, legal and otherwise. The will of a man who had wanted only to save lives was trampled underfoot by greed.
"Haa…"
Sung-jun let out a long breath at the memory.
How the hell am I supposed to tell her any of that?
Even the global press had dubbed it the "Organ War" — an unprecedented free-for-all. Corporations had spent fortunes on a national scale, each scrambling for a larger share of Lee Eun-seong's body. Governments themselves had coveted the remains; the title of history's greatest mage was simply too tempting not to study.
In the end some madman detonated thousands of tons of explosives in the building where the organs had been gathered, leveling a swath of city in the blast. The war ended there. Not so much as a fragment of Lee Eun-seong was left.
And yet his brain survived?
Had they kept it for research? Run every test they could think of, decided it was useless, and then used it as material for a doll?
It was a question without an answer, but Sung-jun found himself circling back to it every time.
Honestly… even the idea of building a doll around a human brain was startling enough on its own.
Or maybe it wasn't Lee Eun-seong's brain at all. Maybe his soul had simply crash-landed in a doll's empty vessel. Occult nonsense, sure — but in a world where sword arts and magic could carve through entire buildings, it wasn't that wild a thought.
Ridiculous.
Souls didn't exist. If they did, ghost-type monsters would too.
After the Industrial Revolution of the eighteenth century came the Magic Revolution of the nineteenth. Two centuries on, the creatures once classified as ghost-types had all been proven — after exhaustive study — to be undead monsters composed of a special substance called ether. They weren't the manifested grudges of the dead. They were simply monsters without physical form, dressed up in an atmosphere of the supernatural. That was the academic consensus.
"…Haa. Back to training."
Sung-jun crushed the idle speculation and pushed himself to his feet.
He'd wasted enough breath on pointless fantasies. Time to start training again.
An AV cover starring a blue-haired maid in round glasses, planted front and center.
Even the title was unhinged. What kind of sensibility was that?
"S-so this is what he was watching…"
Sung-jun was out training. Housework was done, and she still had time left.
Under the pretext of cleaning, she had ransacked his room top to bottom and finally unearthed his collection.
The dirty video he'd watched yesterday…. Sung-jun didn't seem to remember anything about the dream from that night — reduced to nothing but a beast with lust boiling over — but still.
She needed to know what he'd seen if she was going to anticipate the dream's contents. A creature running on pure instinct leaned hard on visual memory. Whatever video Sung-jun had been watching was worth studying, one way or another.
Just thinking about last time — being worked over by his fingers until she climaxed five times in a row — was enough to make mental preparation feel mandatory.
She'd been so soaked the sheets were drenched. Changing them first thing in the morning had been a nightmare….
It was seriously that bad…!
She'd had no idea a human body could produce that much fluid. Or how mercilessly Sung-jun's fingers could puppet her.
And the shame of sneaking around to clean it all up in the morning on top of that! The whole experience had been overwhelming.
Which was exactly why she needed to prepare with this video first….
For starters… I need to set my NG lines.
Absolutely off the table: anything involving her mouth.
And something she wanted to avoid if at all possible: penetration… full-on sex.
I have to put that off as long as I can.
Remembering the incubus's touch — the way it cranked her sensitivity through the roof — she couldn't guarantee she'd hold out once they crossed into actual sex. If anything, it would ravage her body even more mercilessly than his hands had.
With her NG lines set, she looked back at the screen. The blue-haired maid was pressing her lips to the man's cock.
…That's somehow grotesque.
She'd spent more than twenty years looking at a man's dick. And yet the sight of it now was deeply unsettling.
It was the same visceral revulsion she felt looking at a zombie whose skin had gone completely rotten.
On-screen, the blue-haired maid didn't care in the slightest. She kept kissing the shaft, more tender and devoted than any kiss on the mouth, one after another.
The dark-red surface grew slick and glossy with spit. The longer the kisses went on, the harder and thicker it stood.
"…With my mouth? Absolutely, absolutely, absolutely not!"
Seeing it this graphic only hardened that reaction.
The maid who had been kissing it carefully took the tip — the head — into her mouth. The camera closed in on her working lips, and a low male groan rolled out. Apparently the caress was continuing inside that softly working mouth.
She couldn't watch another second and went to shut it off — then realized the video had been playing from roughly the halfway mark.
…Is the front half more useful, then?
Her goal in the dream was simple: satisfy Sung-jun somehow and delay the slide into full sex for as long as possible. If she could pick up a technique that scratched his itch without going all the way, she might not have to do it at all.
Apparently the videos she'd watched before had been on the tame side. Sung-jun, at least, had been watching stuff like this.
"Th-this is…!"
She scrubbed the progress bar back to the early caressing scenes. What appeared was the blue-haired maid's service — only this time it wasn't oral. It was her hands.
Slender fingers not so different from her own carefully wrapped around the man's cock and began to stroke it with careful, measured motions.
Th-this much… I could manage.
A woman stroking a man's cock for him. A handjob. She'd seen that a few times even in the milder dirty videos she used to watch.
Not quite like this, but still.
"Well. Fine."
If she could take the lead and bring Sung-jun off herself, that worked too.
Men hit their refractory period after just one round and were satisfied!
This time she'd finish him fast, raise her level, and take the win!
—Or so she vowed, settling in to wait for night.
"O-okay. Tonight I'll take care of you. …Sir."
And then two full days passed before she met Sung-jun in a dream again.
How lazy could his training get?! He'd talked such a big game about raising his level fast. What a total slacker!
Anyway.
The revenge she'd been waiting for was finally here.
Even you should understand how I felt once you've come once, right?
Unlike a woman, a man's erection went down. He could run if he wanted.
A woman, on the other hand, just had to take it — writhing and whimpering no matter how roughly she was tormented. Even with thick fingers squelching through her, even with her weak point seized and worked over, all she could do was gasp and thrash.
Remembering the last dream, she let a wicked little smile curl across her face, fully intending to put Sung-jun through hell.
"Mm. Sure."
Sung-jun sat on the bed, nodded, and agreed as if it were nothing. Completely at ease.
That arrogant composure. This time, she was going to shatter it.
Hmph. Let's see how you like being on the receiving end.
He was about to learn just how miserable it was to have your weak spot grabbed and toyed with against your will!
"Well then…"
She carefully called up the image of the maid from the video. Copying the way the woman had crawled between the man's legs as he sat on the edge of the bed, she settled in front of Sung-jun with her legs folded into a W. Much more comfortable than kneeling, honestly.
Rustle, rustle — the soft friction of fabric. Her hands carefully worked his pants down.
And once the pants were gone, only the underwear remained.
Heh heh. This dream is mine!
If she could satisfy him like this a few more times, she'd never have to suffer that torment again!
Certain of victory, she freed the weak point hidden in his underwear — his cock.
"Hii… heh…?"
Why… why was it so big…?