Hug Me Until I Die
“Hug me.”
So hard I could die from how good it feels.
That was what the monster said, eyes glistening with tears as she smiled up at me.
Of course she wasn’t asking for an ordinary hug. What she was “requesting” was the act of a man and a woman devouring each other’s bodies in raw, frantic passion.
The second party may refuse the first party’s “request,” but the next “request” from the first party must be fulfilled without fail ♡
Before I even entered the Academy I had used that privilege once, and afterward I refused her “request” to teach her what had happened. So now she was dangling a “request” I absolutely could not refuse, and what she was saying was simple:
Let’s have sex.
So this is what she was saving it for.
I had always half-expected that someday this monster would swallow me whole—not with teeth, but with her body. The way she remade herself into my exact type and then spent every waking moment flaunting herself like a rabbit in heat had been the first clue. Honestly, if I had ever wanted her, she would have offered herself without hesitation. That body of hers existed for exactly that purpose.
Which meant the more her full-force seduction failed to work on me, the hotter her fire burned. What started as a game to mess with me and win my favor had twisted into “I will fuck him no matter what.”
Anyone hearing that would scream that even a third-rate novel wouldn’t stoop to such a plot, but this monster was a genuine lunatic; you could not measure her thinking by normal standards.
I first felt that dangerous pressure yesterday. Her gaze had been heavier than usual, but I wrote it off as the aftereffect of forcibly blocking her eyes. Looking back, that wasn’t it at all.
She had been waiting. Waiting for Saturday to turn into Sunday. Why hadn’t she appeared the moment the day changed? The answer hit me like ice water down my spine: today was my birthday—the day I officially became an adult.
Something I had only half-sensed was now crashing down as reality, and the revulsion that followed was impossible to put into words.
This monster was fanatical about one principle above all else. Pure love was orthodoxy; NTR was heresy and garbage to be purged—she had drilled that into my ears until they bled. So of course she would obsess over doing everything “legally.”
That was why she waited.
“Come on, you can use me like a tool, you know? Treat me as roughly as you want. Don’t you want to pour out all that frustration until I’m hanging off your hands, sobbing and begging you to stop?”
She followed up with the “benefits” I would gain if I went through with it. Since she said so, it would probably happen exactly that way. My body was already reacting honestly. But desire itself refused to rise.
In the end it would mean nothing, and all that would remain was emptiness.
Apparently my stillness displeased her. Lee Se-rin puffed out her cheeks, shoved me flat onto the bed, and began slowly licking the wound on my neck.
Lick. Lick.
At first she only cleaned the blood around the cut she herself had made. Then her tongue drifted inward until it was working the wound itself. Every time the caress intensified, the sting melted into a languid ache, and a sigh slipped out of me.
The ridiculous part was that this nonsense was actually restoring my body. The gash on my throat sealed; the torn muscles in both arms knitted themselves back together. I was too tired to keep questioning it.
This world was insane, and she was a Transcendent. Those two facts explained everything. If I needed a reason… well, of course a Transcendent’s saliva would have healing properties, right? Thinking that way made it easier to live with.
An ordinary man would have been climbing the walls with lust by now. My body, at least, was being honest—harder and angrier than a moment ago. Lee Se-rin looked down at the tent straining against my clothes and smiled like a lioness that had just spotted prey.
My lower half twitched hard.
Maybe that was survival instinct too. No different from those beasts who, after a life-or-death fight, would drag themselves into some corner and mindlessly thrust until they collapsed.
A hollow laugh escaped me.
The monster in front of me, the god-bastard somewhere out there peeping on Ban Taewung and twisting the world for fun—both of them saw me as just another disposable human. A lightweight little toy whose tiny rebellions they could laugh off through their noses, perfect for occasional amusement.
I had expected it, but feeling it this directly made my head ring. What the hell did they even get out of doing this to me?
I didn’t know. So I gave up, the way I always did. Complicated things got left alone until an answer appeared on its own. Worrying only made me miserable. Sweep the annoyance aside and do only what I could do right now.
And right now, what I could do was grant the “request” I could not refuse.
Burning a Command Right or Absolute Command Right on something this petty was a bad trade. Besides, if you can’t avoid it, enjoy it—right? If I was going to do this, I would do it properly. I would send her so hard that dying from it wouldn’t even be strange.
The moment that thought settled, my body moved on its own. I stripped the rumpled shirt off Lee Se-rin, who was straddling me. She had been wearing only my shirt anyway, so it came off easily. Buttons undone, pale skin bared to my hands.
“Nngh ♡…”
Just the brush of my palm drew a soft moan. Her body was hotter than mine—like gripping a red-hot iron bare-handed. Which meant my own skin must have felt ice-cold to her. Realizing the difference again, I pulled her close as if starving for warmth.
I filled both hands with breasts that overflowed my grip, kneading them soft then hard, and took one pink peak into my mouth.
Suck.
“Hhk!”
That alone made her body shudder and tip toward me. I caught her, laid her down smoothly, and while one hand pinched and twisted the other nipple, my tongue licked and lightly bit the one in my mouth. Every time she twitched and writhed I couldn’t tell if it was ticklishness or pure oversensitivity. Her ragged breathing suggested the latter, but what the hell had I even done to get her this worked up already? Her heart was so black with ulterior motives I couldn’t see the bottom of the well.
Even if I ever got the chance to understand, I wouldn’t. To understand a monster you have to become one, and I had no desire to sink that far for her sake.
Thinking about it, there was no need to be this gentle. Old habits from a previous life, I guess—my hands and mouth were moving on instinct. The second I realized it, I bit down hard enough to leave a mark.
“Kya… mmmph ♡!!!”
I clamped a hand over the scream that tried to escape. Her whole body convulsed like it was vibrating, rough breaths hot against my palm. She had been grinding her sex against my thigh for a while; apparently that bite had tipped her over the edge into a light climax.
I licked the bitten breast in lazy apology—or rather, revenge. Earlier she had torn into me hard enough to draw blood, yet the mark on her flawless skin was barely visible.
…Something about that felt unfair.
Still, it meant I no longer had to hold back. I could treat her exactly as roughly as she had asked. I pressed hard on the soft swell just below her navel and, at the same time, focused mana there to increase the pressure. Not an attack—just enough force to concentrate blood flow so she would feel everything more intensely.
I had learned the technique from a woman who specialized in full-body massage for infertile clients. Improve circulation, then repeatedly deliver stimulation the body isn’t used to, and even the densest woman starts to open up. She had bragged that if you kept working the womb that way, the cervix would start twitching and begging for cum. When I tried it on her, she came so hard she passed out and couldn’t walk the next day.
“Haa… y-you acted like you weren’t interested at all… so why are you so… haa… good at this?”
I couldn’t exactly answer “because your pussy is ridiculously easy,” so I shut her noisy mouth with a kiss instead.
“Mmm, churp… haah…”
Unlike the one-sided kisses before, this one was thick and clinging, the kind lovers share. What started as a frantic battle for saliva gradually slowed into a long, shared breath that seemed to last forever. My lungs were starting to burn, but Lee Se-rin—showing off that the title Transcendent wasn’t for nothing—looked completely unbothered, her stamina monstrous.
Using Transcendent power for something this pointless was absurd, yet it also meant she was being pushed hard enough to need it. So yes, “easy pussy” still stood. Even the lightest thrust made her react instantly.
If this kept up I would lose. Kissing is a fight for dominance in bed, and I preferred to win. While our tongues tangled I stole what little air I could, one hand still kneading her breast, the other sliding down to her ass.
“…♡!?”
The massage plus mana had worked too well. She was soaked past wet—every tiny movement of my fingers produced wet, sticky sounds. Her folds clenched shut in sudden shyness.
Splurt!
The cloudy fluid that had pooled inside her sprayed out under the pressure and hit my hand like a water gun. How hard had she been squeezing for that to happen? Cold sweat ran down my back before disbelief even registered. If I had shoved a finger in without warning, the pressure would have snapped bone—or worse, sheared the finger clean off. The memory of my broken waist from last time saved me.
I wiped the imaginary sweat and decided to work the outside first. Deep breath, then I rubbed the hooded pearl at the top of her mound.
“…! ♡…!”
Her slender body trembled harder with every stroke, sweet little cries blooming between gasps. Her scent seemed even sweeter now—maybe just my imagination.
“Haa, hahk… w-wait a second… this feels weird…”
Attacked on both fronts, Lee Se-rin finally broke the kiss first, surrendering. I wasn’t about to show mercy. I sucked her breath away again the instant my own lungs were full, then began lightly spanking her ass in quick, soft pats so the vibration would carry deep and stretch the aftershocks of her climax as long as possible. If her strength drained naturally, perfect.
Almost ready?
I didn’t use my fingers. Shadows gently stretched her entrance instead.
Schlick—
“Kkhnnngh~ ♡!!”
Her folds opened eagerly for the intrusion and her whole body jerked once. The moan was huge, but her body had already adapted enough that the reaction stayed manageable. This was going better than expected—honestly, easier than any woman I had ever been with. Almost too easy. It was a little unsettling.
Kind of boring, actually…
I almost preferred the way she had lunged at me like she meant to devour me at the start. Watching her melt and pant under my hands wasn’t bad, but something felt missing.
Too staged, maybe?
Real women don’t unravel this dramatically or react this easily. A vagina is a muscle; if it isn’t used regularly it doesn’t feel much, and people tense up at the worst moments and make everything harder later.
Should I just wreck her until she can’t clench at all?
A few more blackouts ought to leave her limp enough to take me without crushing anything. If I shoved in now and my cock got twisted by the pressure, “big trouble” wouldn’t even begin to cover it.
Frustrating. Annoying as hell.
I shaped the shadows with pure spite, exploring until I found the spots that made her jump hardest, then scraped and pounded the G-spot around her cervix without mercy.
“Kkuut… hooohk… ♡ yes, that, that feels so gooood…!”
Her head snapped back. I kept working her open, and a wild spray of fluid erupted and refused to stop.
“Ah, aah, ah, ah, ah, aaaah…!!”
Her body shook violently; the hole clamped down so hard the mana-packed shadow bent for a second. If I hadn’t poured more power in, it would have snapped. Thank fuck I hadn’t put my cock in yet. I kept the not-quite-caress going.
I knew a woman’s body well enough—mostly from the previous life. I had grown cynical later, but before I broke I had been an ordinary man who slept with women. After the world went to hell I slept with even more. Survival meant using everything, and soft modern people from the 21st century couldn’t endure the hard parts alone. Morality got loud at first, but the desperate always ran out of options first. Strength became power, and people started clinging to it. The weak stayed hungry and empty-handed. Some suffered for scraps while others spread their legs and earned ten times more. Who would choose the hard way? Everyone pretended not to notice, but under the surface plenty of people took the easy road. The ones who didn’t usually found honest partners and lived like married couples without the paperwork.
I hated being tied down, so I treated it like one-night stands and slept with a lot of women. Early on, anyway. Later the hassle of diseases and contraception made me pull away, or just handle it myself when I got desperate. After the gray ash started falling from the sky every day was too hard for that, and once the research institute’s human-hunting squads grabbed me I stopped trusting people at all. Counting the gap between lives and everything since, it had been nearly thirty years since I last did this—yet the old skill was still there.
Winning at something like this didn’t even feel good.
“Uhoook… ♡ I’m dying, this is too much, I’m gonna dieee… ♡”
Her tongue was so tangled the words slurred. I clicked my tongue out loud. Still had energy to talk, huh? Shadows bound and fixed her body; I added a blindfold. Her moans were too loud, so I gagged her with the shirt I had stripped off her.
“Hnn… mmmph, nngh… ♡”
Whatever she tried to say came out as muffled noise. I leaned down, drove the shadows deeper, and pressed my body over hers as if pushing her descended womb back up.
Squeeze…!
Her flailing arms locked around my neck, closing the last distance, and her scorching heat poured straight into me.
“Die. Just die already. Cum so hard every brain cell fries and you drop dead, you walking nuisance of a bitch.”
Charisma
I whispered it against her ear with the skill active. In place of her gagged mouth, her pussy answered with a sharp jet of fluid.
I yanked the shadows out roughly while they were still ravaging her. The clinging flesh stretched long and sticky.
Pop!
The sound was exactly like a champagne cork. At this point I couldn’t tell if it was foreplay or torture. Her empty hole fluttered as if searching for what it had lost, bubbling fluid soaking the sheets in a dark stain.
The real problem was that even after all that roughness she was still tight. On a normal person I could have fit a fist with room to spare. She should have died of dehydration or orgasm long ago, yet a short rest and she had recovered completely. Her dazed mind seemed clearer too; she spat out the shirt and started nuzzling my cheek with her own, pecking my lips like a sparrow hunting crumbs.
Peck, peck!
“Kiss me, kiss me please… ♡”
What kind of broken recovery rate was this? If it kept going there would be no end. I gave her the kiss she wanted, then shoved my pants down fast. Better to finish it now. If she got used to sex I had no idea what she would do next. One massive load and we were done.
A quick kiss, then I pulled back and lined the head of my cock against her soaked, sticky entrance.
Squelch.
Even after all the stirring, the entrance still sealed in a tight line. I used the overflowing fluid as lube and rubbed myself thoroughly along it.
“Hahk… hahk… hurry, hurryyy…”
Slide, rub…
Apparently the teasing was too much; she spread her own legs and rolled her hips, shamelessly begging for it. The sheer nerve of it made me laugh hollowly. Without a second of hesitation I slammed all the way in.
The squeeze is insane…
The pressure alone threatened to make me cum if I relaxed for a second, but the real shock was how every single fold wrapped around me the instant the head entered—like living things coiling. Then the walls reshaped themselves in real time to fit me perfectly, becoming a custom sheath. The pleasure was beyond words.
Thud!
I forced through the pressure until the tip kissed something hard.
“…Ah.”
Lee Se-rin’s voice cut off. She bit her lip hard, body trembling, insides clamping down like a vise.
Squeeze!!
“Ugooohk… ♡”
“Kkuh!”
I wrapped myself in mana just in case, but the pain I feared never came. Instead the walls cradled me softly, writhing as if determined to milk every drop right now. The word “masterpiece” rose unbidden. Having tasted others, I could say it with certainty: a pussy that tuned itself to my cock in real time—could anything better even exist?
I rolled my hips to loosen the soft entrance that marked the end, then buried the rest of myself to the root. Then I pulled out and slammed back down like a pestle into a mortar.
Slap! Slap!
“Haang, hhk… ♡”
The more times we repeated it, the better we fit. That demonic pussy made me forget my original pace; I snapped my hips faster and faster while her moans rang in my ears.
“Hahk, cock, so good… I’m going crazy, feels like I’m dying…!”
Thud! Thud! Thud!
The sudden surge of climax made me try to pull out, but Lee Se-rin locked her legs around me first and pinned me in place.
“Fuck… let go!”
I clenched hard to hold it back. Every time my hips jerked she bounced with me.
“Nnnngh, inside, cum inside just like that… ♡”
The dynamic flipped completely. While I fought not to finish, she used her legs to cage my waist and her toes to press and tease my balls, urging me on.
“Cum ♡ Mark me ♡ Dump all those healthy little babies into my ovulating eggs and knock me up without any responsibility… ♡”
She whispered the filthy words in a mix of languid moans and baby-talk. They should have made me scowl, yet my cock reacted like it had a mind of its own—swelling even larger until it was sealed tight against her cervix. That strange power of hers… this monster really could bewitch people, couldn’t she?
And once you were bewitched, only ruin waited at the end.
“…!”
Spurt, spuuuurt—!!!
“Huaaah~ ♡”
I couldn’t stop the rising tide. My strength gave out and I emptied myself as if pissing, long and hard. I kept cumming and cumming. Even while I was still pulling out, her pussy squeezed ruthlessly, milking every last drop from the urethra.
Pop!
The sound of the seal breaking, then hot steam rose from the open hole. Cum that had filled her womb to overflowing gushed back out in thick globs.
“Ah… ♡ What a waste…”
Still floating in afterglow, Lee Se-rin noticed and immediately clenched her legs to plug the leak. She stared at the overflow that escaped, then scooped it up with her fingers and brought it to her face.
Was she going to examine it?
Lick.
She casually licked my cum off her fingers and ate it, crushing my expectation without mercy.
…My brain short-circuited for a second at how fast it happened.
“Mmm, mmph…”
She chewed thoughtfully, savoring it, then suddenly stuck her tongue out.
“…Bitter.”
She narrowed her eyes and radiated pure bitterness with her whole body. I punched her in the head with a mana-coated fist.
Thwack!
The sound was loud, yet she only pouted her lips as if nothing had happened. Goddamn it.
“What, you thought it would taste sweet?”
“But in the books they always eat it like it’s delicious. So I thought it would be.”
“For fuck’s sake…”
I slapped my own forehead. Now I knew exactly where her warped sexual tastes came from, and my head hurt.
“More importantly…”
Slap!
She shoved me flat onto the bed. Something sticky and wet smacked against my back. The sensation was so unpleasant I frowned—until she kissed the crease between my brows and grabbed my cock, lining it up with her hole again.
“A little more… you can keep going, right…?”
She licked her lips and looked down at me with the exact same predator eyes she had worn at the start. A chill ran through me. I sighed it away and wrapped myself in mana.
“The ‘request’ was only once.”
“Don’t be like that. Please?”
She didn’t say it outright, but the look on her face made it clear: satisfy me and something good will come of it. I sighed again.
“…Hive.”
“Kaaah…”
Hive’s weak cry answered; a bottle of water appeared. I tore it open, downed half in one go, then filled my mouth and kissed Lee Se-rin, feeding her the water while I thrust.
Squelch!
My half-sheathed cock sank back into that soft heat. Consent given. She liked that; her eyes curved into happy crescents, then closed completely as she enjoyed the kiss and began rolling her hips left and right in lazy circles.
“…♡”
She pressed her entire body against mine so no gap remained, tongues tangled, savoring the water. Those empty golden eyes, flushed with heat, seemed to glitter more than usual tonight.
Like the eyes of a beast you meet in the dark. The moment she decided to get serious, Subjugator activated and registered the whole thing as combat.
Subjugator
All stats increased — combat recognized
Stats rising or not, the life-threatening pressure made me confirm the skill’s effect one more time, then force the sigh back down my throat.
I sincerely hoped my body would last until Lee Se-rin was satisfied.
…Looks like rest is off the table tonight.
I gave up early and, as if in compensation, crushed her soft breasts in my hands hard enough to tear them.