The Sadistic Elf Noona's Hardcore Tutorial Is Too Intense
The sliding door closed with a soft rustle, and Mizuki’s footsteps faded down the corridor beyond.
The afterimage of the overtechnology Silver Rod she had used was hammering my brain with brutal force. Those eerie red and blue LED lights that had flickered on the bizarre rod while it was buried inside Sakura.
Whoa! No matter how I look at it, this is straight-up impossible!!
LEDs in the Japanese colonial period? And I can even hear the whine of micro-motors? Is this actually real?
As an engineering student, I couldn’t tolerate this contradiction for another second.
“Hey, Park Chul-min… you saw it too, right? What the hell was that light? Don’t tell me it was an actual electronic device?!”
“……”
“Answer me! How does overtechnology like that even exist in 1930s Joseon?!”
“What is that woman’s real identity?!”
I shouted desperately, but no reply came.
The continued silence from Park Chul-min made my chest feel so tight I thought I would lose my mind. Yet even while my brain screamed, frantically analyzing the collision between incompatible eras and realities, an utterly grotesque and miserable scene was unfolding right before my eyes.
Beside the breakfast table where white steam still rose from the bowls, in that painfully ordinary setting, Sakura was on all fours, licking up the love juices she herself had spilled.
“Slurp… slurp… lick… haa…”
With her nose pressed to the tatami, thin moans kept slipping out between her ceaselessly moving tongue. Sakura’s face was flushed crimson, and her hot breaths pouring onto the floor met the cold air to form faint wisps of mist.
Even though the master who had given the order had already left, she obeyed like a beast stripped of all shame. Between her raised buttocks, her clitoris—strangled purple by a rubber ring—protruded obscenely. Every time her hips moved, the heavy weight dangling from the silver piercing swung side to side, torturing the swollen, delicate flesh that looked ready to burst. From between her spread, glistening labia, more nectar poured out, hazy heat rising like a mirage.
Thick, transparent fluid hung in silvery strands, soaking the tatami. She tried to lick the puddle clean, but the endless flow created new puddles again and again—an endless, horrific cycle of contradiction. It was as cruel as Sisyphus’s eternal punishment.
“U-um, excuse me… No, Mother…! Please stop!”
“That crazy— I mean, Mizuki already left!”
I grabbed her shoulder and pulled her up from the floor. Sakura’s cheeks burned with heat, saliva and love juice glistening around her mouth. She stared at me blankly for a moment, then took a handkerchief from her kimono sleeve and wiped her lips with graceful, refined motions—like a noblewoman at an elegant tea gathering.
“Chul-min… You were startled, weren’t you? I’m sorry. It seems Mother… lost herself for a moment.”
“Have you… finished your meal? You need to go to work, so I must send you off with a proper breakfast…”
Her ordinary tone and expression made it hard to believe she had just been licking up her own fluids.
Aaah… This noona’s mental strength is insane. Or is this dissociative escapism?
How can she be worrying about my breakfast in a situation like this?
She hurriedly closed the front of her kimono, but I still caught glimpses of the weight swinging from her clitoris between the folds. Suppressing the rush of confusion and crushing pity, I headed to my room.
I opened the closet to change for my shift at the Kenpeitai. Inside hung the dull ochre military police uniform and a leather belt. To an ordinary modern person like Seo Yun-seo, the Japanese military police uniform felt suffocatingly alien. But to the original owner of this body, Park Chul-min, it must have been everyday work clothes.
Still, how is a Korean like Park Chul-min—who hasn’t even taken a Japanese name—working in the arrogant ranks of the Kenpeitai?
Is this before the full enforcement of name changes in 1939? Or if it’s 1935 now, the Korean auxiliary police system existed, but… Park Chul-min doesn’t seem like a mere low-ranking grunt.
“I have already spoken to the Kenpeitai commander, so even trash like you should have no trouble carrying out your duties.”
The elf noona’s earlier “compliment” came to mind.
Kenpeitai commander… the work I have to handle…
Mizuki speaks of the fearsome Kenpeitai commander like he’s a subordinate… Revealing that elf woman’s true identity might be the key to breaking through this blocked situation.
My head felt ready to explode from piecing together the fragmented clues. In my frustration I rummaged deeper into the closet, and my fingers brushed against a worn but rather luxurious leather bag.
It was unmistakably a doctor’s house-call bag.
Huh? A doctor’s bag under the military police uniform?
Curious, I flipped the clasp open. Completely unexpected items spilled into view: medicine bottles and ointment jars labeled in Japanese, a rolled cloth case holding stainless-steel rods of varying lengths and thicknesses, and on the other side, sharp scalpels, forceps, saws, and other terrifying surgical tools neatly arranged in leather pockets.
Wait… Isn’t that a speculum, the kind used in gynecology?
Why is something like this here?
Of course, as a virgin I hadn’t seen one in an actual clinic. And I’d rather not say where I had seen it.
Don’t tell me Mr. Chul-min was a doctor? I thought he was just a manual laborer with a massive dick… He was an elite?
“Wait a minute… I’m Park Chul-min now, aren’t I?”
“So today I’m supposed to go to the Kenpeitai and use these?”
Pink circuits spun wildly in my head. The fantasy of a pretty nurse with a flushed face spreading her legs in front of me while I wore a white coat, smiling benevolently and intellectually as I carefully examined her warm, secret place…
Fuck! Being the Kenpeitai doctor is completely overpowered?!
The pity I had felt watching Sakura’s miserable state vanished without a trace. An uncontrollable, lewd smile spread across my lips.
“Your preparations for work are quite slow.”
“Hieek—!”
The icy voice suddenly stabbing into my ear made me leap like a spring. The unpleasant sound of a kimono hem brushing the tatami was right behind me. Mizuki—who had left the living room earlier with her footsteps completely fading—had somehow entered my room without a single trace of presence.
A spine-chilling fear like facing a ghost or a grim reaper ran down my back. As I froze, Mizuki asked bluntly.
“What happened the night before last?”
For a moment I was bewildered and stopped moving.
The night before last? What happened then?
How would I know what Park Chul-min did before I possessed him?
Flustered, I broke out in cold sweat and mumbled something vague.
“Uh, well… my biorhythm seems a bit off… I mean, temporary memory loss from overwork… No, I’m just tired!”
“Is that so…?”
Mizuki’s eyes narrowed slightly, but she soon added in an indifferent tone, “I see.”
Whether my excuse had worked or not, she surprisingly didn’t press further. Just as I was about to sigh in relief, Mizuki slipped her hand into the wide sleeve of her black kimono and smoothly drew out a silver rod.
It was the same shape as the one used on Sakura, but much thinner—like a long probe. While I stood there confused about why she was suddenly pulling it out, Mizuki declared dryly.
“Take off your pants.”
What the hell is this elf noona suddenly saying? Take off my pants? What crazy thing is she planning now…?
“Excuse me…?”
When I stiffened and hesitated, Mizuki clicked her tongue in annoyance.
“I need to examine your physical condition. Strip.”
“M-Mizuki. I have to report to the Kenpeitai right now…!”
Instinctive terror made me try to back away, but Mizuki’s cool blue gaze drained all strength from my legs. Before possession I had been a lifelong virgin who struggled to even talk to women. In front of a beauty like Mizuki—who held people’s leashes and shook them—I was naturally overwhelmed.
My pathetic social-skills database has zero manuals for dealing with an S-queen in this position!
Before I knew it Mizuki had stepped close and roughly yanked my uniform pants down. My exposed lower body shrank back just like my soul. The enormous thing that had erected without permission while staring at Sakura’s rear now hung limply, influenced by my pathetic spirit. It was completely shriveled.
“Haa…”
A sigh laced with natural contempt.
“Are you resisting?”
“N-no, that’s not it…!”
“A bastard whose only talent is a beastly large cock… making things unnecessarily troublesome.”
“M-Mizuki… I have to go to work…!”
“Aaah… This has become annoying.”
Mizuki whispered low, then lightly tapped my flaccid penis with the tip of her pure-white tabi-clad foot.
Wait, noona. Kicking me there with your foot is a bit much, isn’t it?
But why does it feel strangely good…!
Mizuki slowly raised both hands and untied the string of her outer kimono. With a pleasant rustle, the heavy black silk slid off her shoulders and pooled on the floor. The thin, see-through inner kimono beneath revealed almost everything—her body without underwear.
Distinct, three-dimensional Western features. Blue eyes filled with cold arrogance. Dazzling blonde hair neatly pinned up. The faint silhouette of perky breasts and a sleek waist. It was the descent of an unreal blonde elf straight out of a fantasy novel.
At her perfectly sculpted, mesmerizing beauty, I swallowed dryly.
Fuck!! It’s terrifying, but the elf noona is way too hot!!
The instincts that had shriveled in fear crumbled before the blatant sensuality radiating from her overwhelming beauty.
Wow… Is this the so-called fear-boner?
Mizuki lifted the hem of her inner kimono with one hand and brought the metal rod between her legs. She slightly lowered her gaze and slowly pushed the tip into her pussy. A wet sound accompanied the thin rod being sucked inside. When she gently rolled her hips, I could see her golden-haired white mound and the silver rod buried within through the gap in the fabric.
The thick scent of a female in heat slammed into me, paralyzing my reason. My cock began twitching wildly on its own, rising with savage force. The beastly body surrendered completely to the violent temptation assaulting every sense and achieved a perfect erection.
“Hmm… It has grown quite appetizingly.”
Looking down at my rock-hard, swollen member, Mizuki let out a small, satisfied sound. Then she slowly knelt in front of my cock.
“Hmph. For an insolent worm, you possess something quite useful.”
Though laced with mockery, her voice carried strange admiration and heat.
“Haa… Did you miss my body—the one that taught you about women?”
“Wh-what!!! M-Mr. Chul-min! You had that kind of relationship with this blonde elf noona?”
“Hey!! Answer me!!”
As she drew closer, her hot breath washed over my painfully swollen cock. She tilted her head slightly, parted her red lips very slowly, and approached the tip.
A virgin who had never even held a girl’s hand, I was going insane not knowing how to react.
“Ah, aah… M-Mizuki…!”
The moment she was about to take me into her mouth, I clenched my eyes shut in anticipation of ecstasy.
Guys… I’m getting married. Not to a human—to a ridiculously beautiful elf. My twenty-four years of virginity are ending in such spectacular fashion…!!
But the next instant, what touched my skin was not soft lips. What I heard was a mechanical click.
Before I knew it, a cold metal ring with a flickering blue LED was clamped tightly around the base of my cock.
“Huh?”
I stared at her in confusion at the sudden change. Mizuki looked up at me with a wicked smile, then pressed the button on the ring.
The ring began mercilessly digging into my flesh and tightening. A horrific pressure completely cut off blood flow, as if strangling my windpipe, while a fine electric current raced up my spine and forcibly burned my nervous system.
“AAAAAAAAAGH—!!”
“Now you won’t have to worry about losing your erection.”
There was not a single drop of pleasure—only pain like my veins would burst and pure electrical torment. My already fully erect cock, deprived of blood, turned dark red and swelled grotesquely huge, as if it would explode any second.
Mizuki didn’t even glance at me panting and tear-streaked. She simply sighed as if annoyed.
“Haa~ You really are high-maintenance.”
She slowly withdrew the thin silver rod that had been inside her. The moment it fully left her body, the red and blue LEDs on its surface began flickering eerily. The tip, glistening with her fluids, was aimed straight at my reddened urethral opening.
“Ah, no! W-wait a second!”
“Let’s t-talk this out! I’m sorry!! Noona, please!”
“Was? Noona?”
Mizuki mercilessly shoved the rod deep into my narrow urethra.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAGH—!!!”
A scream that could only come from a beast’s throat tore out of me. The sharp, cold metal tore through delicate mucous membrane without mercy. The unfamiliar agony striking my central nervous system turned every muscle to stone; I couldn’t move a single finger.
“Urghk… ughk…!”
From my lower body came a horrific pain as if my testicles were shriveling and being sucked back into my abdomen through the ureters. My will was severed. Complete control of my body was lost. My anus convulsed on its own, the sphincter opening powerlessly. Cold sweat poured from every pore, soaking the tatami. My waist, still in the uniform top, bent grotesquely like a bow. My eyes rolled back white as I trembled in seizure-like spasms.
After what felt like an eternity of torment, Mizuki mercilessly yanked the silver rod out.
“Spurt—!”
She observed the flickering LEDs as if reading data, then smiled with satisfaction. Without a trace of emotion, she retrieved the ring from my member, turned, and left the room without looking back.
I collapsed onto the floor, body twitching hideously. Then I felt a gaze. When I turned my head, through the slightly open door crack, Mother Sakura was covering her mouth with both hands, sobbing as she watched me. Her eyes swirled with despair and self-reproach. Her tears fell heavily onto the tatami.
Today, mother and son had been forced to share the most miserable depths of each other.
When our eyes met, Sakura startled violently and fled. A silent scream echoed inside my chest.
Ah… Aaaah…
The misery of a mother and son being toyed with simultaneously by one woman, human dignity ground to powder and scattered. Yet within that misery I realized what I had misunderstood.
The sight of Mother—Sakura—pouring out love juices helplessly while the silver rod was inside her, letting out beastly moans. Those screams and convulsions had never been from pleasure. They were involuntary reflexes caused by this insane pain that burned the central nervous system.
The blonde demon who could turn a mother into a beast in an instant and throw me into the gutter. From the depths of ordinary engineering student Seo Yun-seo’s heart, Park Chul-min’s cruel, venomous, heavy, sticky emotions surged upward.
I’ll kill her. That bitch… Someday, I will definitely tear her limb from limb with my own hands.
Ah… So that’s why she was a bitch…
Though I rolled on the floor like a beast, my eyes alone burned with cold, ferocious murderous intent.
