Calming the Anxious Noona and Getting Checked 1
“……Um. Paster?”
The moment Ia Ris opened her eyes, she looked for Paster, but no one answered her call. Just that was enough to sour her mood, and she furrowed her brows as she roughly threw back the neatly tucked blanket. As the covers lifted, her milky-white lower body came into view—completely bare—and when she glanced at her lower abdomen, her gaze grew even fiercer.
“……It’s gone.”
Ia Ris’s exposed lower abdomen bore no Uterus Tattoo. She had come to love it as a mark that she belonged to Paster, so its disappearance naturally left her in a foul mood. With Paster vanished and the tattoo erased, her energy hit rock bottom. She climbed out of bed in cold fury, just like when the semen in her womb had vanished.
“……Everything’s gone. Not a single trace left.”
Ia Ris’s bedroom maintained perfect temperature, humidity, and air quality thanks to its state-of-the-art mana air conditioning system. During their sex, all the pheromones, body odors, sweat, saliva, love juices, and semen they’d released had been processed by the system, leaving no traces behind. In this ironic situation where the perfect environment only fueled her displeasure and anger, Ia Ris strode toward the door without even putting on panties.
“This makes it feel just like a dream.”
In a room with no traces left behind, Ia Ris walked with dead eyes, her steps lifeless like a walking corpse.
Thud. Thud.
The heavy footfalls echoed through the room. Thanks to the perfect soundproofing for ideal sleep, only those dry sounds reverberated, deepening the darkness in her heart. They’d definitely had sex. Competitive sex with Paster, lovey-dovey sex too. But she couldn’t find a single trace of him anywhere. Not even the lingering afterglow. In truth, it was all due to the mana air system, not Paster’s fault—and Ia Ris knew that—but still, she couldn’t help feeling an emptiness like a hole punched through her chest. With no Uterus Tattoo or semen left as proof of their sex, and her unique healing powers restoring her body to its pristine pre-sex state, there was nothing left.
“……It’s still here.”
Silently touching her entrance with her fingers, Ia Ris wore a hollow expression at the feel of the thin, soft membrane. It was her hymen, regenerated after being torn by Paster’s cock. In the end, aside from not wearing anything below, she had no way to prove she’d had sex with Paster. That alone shook her mentally, and a deeper shadow fell over her brown eyes.
“Ah, no…… We definitely did it. We kissed, had sex, learned about love. It can’t be a dream……!”
For a moment, feeling like her sex with Paster had bubbled away like foam, Ia Ris paled and frantically searched for proof.
“Phone…… I’ll call Paster. We did it without the Hypnosis App, just straight-up sex. He can’t play dumb.”
In extreme anxiety, she muttered to herself and pulled her phone from the pocket of her white coat, dialing Paster in a rush. But all she got was endless ringing, then an electronic voice saying it was connecting to voicemail since he couldn’t answer.
“He just didn’t pick up. Must be on silent mode. Yeah, that’s it.”
Desperately denying the reality that Paster wasn’t answering, she called about ten more times, but the result was the same. On the eleventh try, she heard the voice saying the phone was off and connecting to voicemail—and at that, she had to face it.
“……Paster. Rejected my call.”
The moment she admitted it, Ia Ris despaired completely, like someone who’d lost the will to live. Over the two years she’d spent facing him, Paster had become an irreplaceable presence. Even Ska Rate, top among S-rank awakeners, couldn’t claim him, and that possessiveness had unknowingly morphed into love. For Ia Ris, who’d never felt romantic love before, she drowned in this first-ever emotion. She fell for Paster at breakneck speed, skipping even the denial phase of fandom. Once in love, his flaws vanished from sight, and his merits loomed larger. With his unique Rabbit Hole ability no one else could touch, a perfect body honed daily through training, handsome looks, great personality—and he didn’t hide his weaknesses, often pouting in a way that stirred protective instincts and maternal love—Paster deepened her affection. In those two years, he’d become someone she’d give her whole life to be with, so rejection crushed her.
But even so, Ia Ris couldn’t give up on Paster. Her obsessive persistence toward those she set her heart on was her greatest weapon as a woman, so with single-minded determination to see him, she headed for the door.
Paster. I’m coming to you now. Wait for me. I’ll hear it from your mouth. That the virginity-loss sex, the competitive sex, the lovey-dovey sex, the kisses sharing love—all real. I’ll get your confirmation.
Opening the door with near-mad resolve to prove the dreamlike events weren’t a dream, Ia Ris froze solid.
“Oh? You’re up, Noona? I was just about to wake you. Feeling okay? I think I went too hard……”
Paster, standing about three meters from her door, scratched the back of his head with an awkward smile. Without answering, Ia Ris ran forward and hugged him tight.
“N-Noona?!”
“Pasterrii…… Hic. I woke up and you were gone, so I got scared…… Felt like everything with Paster was a dream……”
Her sudden embrace flustered Paster, who’d woken earlier and come to the living room to prepare breakfast. But knowing her quirks—not her madness—he stopped panicking, chuckled, and stroked her hair gently.
His tender touch melted the anxiety and despair in her chest like snow, filling it with happiness and warmth.
“Huaa……”
To the increasingly melting Ia Ris, Paster teased playfully.
“Ia Noona, you kept calling me ‘younger guy,’ but you cried without me? Why’s my Ia Noona so cute?”
“Eut……!”
He’d just tossed it out to tease her older-woman fixation, but for Ia Ris—now brimming with happiness and love where despair had been—it flipped her arousal switch ON. Her pussy was wide open and ready, and nothing here could stop her. Flushed with excitement, she met Paster’s eyes and demanded boldly.
“……Let’s do it once more. Give me back my Uterus Tattoo. I want morning cream!”
“Huh? Suddenly?”
“Sex is supposed to be sudden! So strip those pants quick!”
“What kinda nonsense……”
Paster, planning to wake her and head out per schedule, naturally had to refuse. As he opened his mouth to politely explain he needed to get checked for body issues—
Crackle.
Red sparks escaped control again, spreading through his mind.
“Won’t happen. Wrap your arms around my neck. I’ll lift you and pound you like an onahole. Hurry!”
His reason evaporated in an instant, and Paster grabbed Ia Ris’s ankles, Rabbit Hole’d off his pants, and went straight to standing carry sex.
It was summer.
2. In the end, only after recreating the pure white Uterus Tattoo on Ia Noona’s lower abdomen could I leave her place. The unplanned standing sex meant I’d be late if I went normally, so I had no choice but to use Rabbit Hole.
“……Fuck.”
The curse slipped out. Sex with Ia Noona was insanely good, but that was separate. What I cursed was those red sparks vaporizing my reason. Every time they sparked on their own, I lost control, turning into a sex monster with nothing but fucking on my mind—it was utterly disgusting. Not just that; spewing crap like “sex genius” made it peak revulsion. And this wasn’t some simple “ew” issue. So far, luck had them only firing when I was already horny, but if it happened mid-dungeon or gate raid? Game over. Then the guild’s vulgar rumors about me would turn true. I absolutely couldn’t let that happen.
“My wrecked body’s healed for now, so Dr. Emme should give answers with another check. Gotta do it.”
Remembering last night’s grilling from Dr. Emme about why Ska and Lapis’s mana was in me, I dreaded her reaction now that I’d absorbed Ia Noona’s too—but I had no other options. Better her anger than turning into a mindless sex machine anytime. Second worst beats the absolute worst.
With that thought, I Rabbit Holed straight to Dr. Emme’s lab.