Discipline Begins (1)
Drenched in ecstasy, Noona rolled slowly off me onto her side. Her short bob hair, soaked with sweat, clung messily to her cheeks.
...Hope she's okay.
I swallowed hard, stealing glances at her.
And who could blame me? This deflowering fuck had been a simple button-click away. Once the treatment ended and she snapped out of it, there was no guarantee she wouldn't try to kill me.
Would she suddenly try to murder me? Or maybe demand more money while chewing me out?
"......"
Still, her eyes gazing blankly at the ceiling looked far clearer than before.
Like the poison qi staining her had been sucked right out... She seemed more languid and gentle than the usual Noona. Had the treatment actually worked?
That was when it happened.
"Hey."
A hoarse voice popped out of nowhere.
"Y-Yes, Noona!"
"You..."
She turned her head to look at me. Our eyes met.
Contempt? Rage? No.
"Water."
"...Pardon?"
"Gimme water. My throat's fuckin' dying here."
She jerked her chin toward the bedside table. I scrambled up, grabbed the water bottle, twisted off the cap, and handed it over. Propping herself up halfway, she snatched it like a hawk.
Gulp, gulp, gulp... Her throat bobbed dramatically. Water spilled from the corner of her mouth, trailing down her chin, into her cleavage, and over her navel still glistening with my cum. The sight was weirdly erotic; I averted my eyes without thinking.
"Ahhh..."
She drained half the bottle in one go, roughly wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Then she fixed her wet eyes on me.
"You."
"Yes, Noona."
"You weren't bullshitting?"
My heart dropped.
"Huh? W-What do you..."
"Virgin, my ass."
She chuckled, slapping my thigh playfully.
"No, really, I swear..."
"Bullshit. A virgin unloads like that? Non-stop?"
"Well... you felt too good, Noona..."
"Flatterer."
She sat up, leaning back against the headboard. No blanket in sight—she brazenly bared her naked body. Not a hint of shame as she eyed the traces I'd left on her tits, belly, and thighs.
If anything, she looked satisfied, fishing for a cigarette. Her fingers trembled faintly as she lit it. The afterglow of pleasure hadn't faded yet.
Tsss—Fwooo...
White smoke drifted toward the ceiling.
"Feels damn refreshing for once..."
She murmured languidly.
"Sex always this good at clearing out fatigue? Feels like I got a massage or somethin'."
"R-Really? Glad to hear it."
"Glad my ass."
She flicked my forehead with the hand holding the cig.
"You weak or what?"
"Yes!"
"Virgin for real, huh? Or did you chug a bottle of Viagra? What kinda stamina..." Tsk.
She shook her head, but a satisfied smile played on her lips. I scratched my head awkwardly. I figured it was my awakened mana circuit pumping up my physical stats, but no way I could say that outright.
She stubbed out the butt in the ashtray and got up.
Stepping off the bed exposed her pale ass and thick thighs in all their glory.
"Anyway."
Gathering her scattered panties from the floor, she continued.
"Let's finish up business."
"Ah, sure."
"Hack's done. Security was tight, but nothing my skills can't crack."
She snatched a USB from the desk and tossed it my way.
Thud. I caught it hastily with both hands.
"The slush fund ledger and laundering routes you wanted."
"Huh?"
"What, you didn't check the contents?"
"I couldn't open the files with my skills..."
I'll just pretend I didn't hear that...
"But hey."
Halfway through pulling on her pants, she tossed out casually.
"Come around more often from now on."
"Pardon?"
"Deaf? I said come more. Be a regular."
She strode over and lifted my chin with her finger.
"You offered to be partners yourself."
"Ah..."
"You're decent value. Not small down there, good stamina too."
Her thumb brushed my lips.
"I'll hit you up when I'm pent up. Come running. Won't be free, but dirt cheap."
Sex partner offer? Nah, since I'm paying... not quite.
"Don't want to? Fine."
"N-No! Call me anytime!"
"Good attitude."
She patted my shoulder and plopped back into her computer chair.
Crossing her legs, she booted up the monitor—her back looked noticeably lighter. That suffocating poison qi from our first meeting had definitely faded.
"Now scram. I need rest too. My back's about to snap."
"Yes, rest well, Noona. I'll wait for your call."
"Yeah. Close the door proper on your way out."
I threw on my clothes and slipped out carefully.
Screech, thud. The front door shut, and my legs nearly buckled.
"Haa..."
Leaning against the hallway wall, I let out a long sigh. Cold sweat trickled down my spine. Only now that the tension eased did reality hit.
I'd... fucked a retired magical girl. Hard.
I pulled out my smartphone from my pocket.
It dropped. For real.
Not just my imagination. That expression on Noona's face in bed earlier—the weight lifted off her shoulders, that relieved, languid look—was proof.
It actually works... Feels kinda good.
A swell of emotion filled my chest. Not just from the sex. Saving someone—a magical girl I'd once admired—gave me a real thrill. Sure, the method was sketchy, but I'd dreamed of that future once too.
Buzzing with satisfaction, I scrolled down. Treatment done—maybe rewards too?
But.
"Huh?"
What caught my eye was a glaring red warning window, far from any reward.
"What?"
My feet froze.
Poison qi? Mental contaminant?
Wait, wait, wait.
A chill ran down my spine. The wording was brutal. Accumulated poison qi?
Something clicked in my head.
"Hold on, does treatment mean...?"
I thought curing corruption desire was some magical instant fix. Satisfy the outburst and resolve it.
But what if it was just dumping her trash into my body?
I frantically tapped the screen.
No [Discard] button. Just one ominous word looming large.
Digest
Process the poison qi to assimilate it as pure mana.
Digest. Like turning food into nutrients.
This lump of poison qi?
"......"
I wanted to deny reality. No way, this couldn't be it.
Absorb it and get mana? But poison qi's still poison! Why absorb it?!
"Fuck, fuck, fuck...!"
Trembling fingers mashed the screen. No vent or delete option anywhere.
Ten minutes passed. Digest seemed the only choice.
Neglect may induce corruption desire in administrator.
Time Remaining: 3 hours
Time limit too. The countdown ticked down mercilessly.
Ughhh.
Really press it? For real?
I forced deep breaths.
Calm down.
This app manifested from my awakened talent. Obviously different from the original supporter's. Makes sense—no one's heard of stealing talents.
The app works because it's a tool to optimize the user's own abilities.
So this is my power. My power won't screw me over.
No one's heard of a power killing its owner either—
"Self-abilities don't kill their users."
I squeezed my eyes shut. Fuck it. Trembling index finger jammed [Digest].
Ding~♪
Cheerful sound effect.
Caught off guard for seconds, then—
Hell unfolded inside me.
"Urk!"
Thump! Thump! Thump!
My heart pumped like mad. Like injecting pure caffeine into my veins—hot, heavy something writhed from my solar plexus.
"Gahk...! Urgh...!"
Poison qi. This is poison qi.
The burning mass churned through my esophagus, ravaged my guts, then plunged lower.
Danjeon. And below.
"Grraaagh!"
I clutched my crotch and collapsed.
Like a red-hot poker stabbing my groin. Bones twisting, muscles tearing.
Gonna lose my balls worrying about STDs.
No. Only used it once. Retirement right after deflowering? Too cruel!
Crack, snap, drip.
Grotesque noises echoed inside—bones grinding? Flesh bursting?
"Uwaaaagh!"
I bit my fist to stifle the scream. Cold sweat poured like rain.
Pain lasted ten seconds—like a minute—then cut off like a lie.
"Haa... haa... haa..."
Face-down on the floor, I panted raggedly. Alive? Junk intact?
Shaking hands fumbled my belt, unzipped, checked inside.
Not gone. Not melted.
"Fwew..."
Fuck, thought I was dead...
To confirm I was alive, I kept groping it.
Then—something felt off.
"What?"
Heavier somehow. Not the usual grip.
I carefully pulled it out.
"......"
Deflated after three loads, but no mistaking it—
It's longer.
Definitely longer.
I'd always thought I was average, like Noona said... but this was obvious. Not even hard, yet at least 1cm more.
Dazed, I checked my phone again.
Absorbed poison qi from 'Sex Addiction' corruption desire.
Simple text. But it clicked instantly.
Processing 'Sex Addiction' corruption desire enhanced this function.
Digesting poison qi was natural for my power—like EXP or stat points.
Pain was fucking brutal, though...
I straightened my clothes. Pants felt tighter. Same pants, so obvious.
Anger from moments ago vanished.
"...Head home first."
Exhausted.
Body, mind, brain overloaded adapting to the new power.
But my steps were feather-light. Or heavy-yet-light.
This unfamiliar tightness in my pants. The weight tapping my inner thighs with each step. Men's confidence is simple—world felt easier already.
Grew once, can grow again.
Whistling, I trudged home.
Elevator to the third floor. Familiar moldy stench, musty hall air. Sensor lights flickered on.
"Haa, gonna crash hard tonight."
Reaching for the door lock code—
Tap, tap. Footsteps behind.
No way. Again?
I turned slowly.
304. Park Min-jeong stood there.
Arms crossed, legs akimbo. Leaning against her door like a loan shark collecting debt, glaring daggers.
"......"
Ah, eye contact. Barely a day passed, but annoyance hit first.
Bitch.
I'd have averted my eyes from that glare yesterday. Not anymore.
Fresh mana coursed through me. Sketchy source, but whatever.
"Hey."
She spoke first. Voice laced with thorns.
"What time is it?"
"Huh?"
"Time, asshole. Now."
"Little past 11. Why?"
"Why? Whyyy?"
She scoffed incredulously. Hollow eyes with dark circles down to her jaw scanned me up and down.
"I said meet after I get off work. My words go in one ear and out the other?"
"That was your schedule. I've got my own shit."
"Shit? What shit does a shut-in mouse-clicker have?"
Look at her. Job-shaming plus personal attacks. Magical girls might be elite, but a D-grade civil servant acting high and mighty?
"Hey."
"Hey?"
"What should I call you then? Auntie?"
"What? Auntie?"
Her eyebrow twitched. She spat her cig on the floor. Nasty smell wafted up.
"Feelin' bold today? Balls hanging out?"
"No shit to say? Move. Tired."
"Can't."
She blocked my path. Up close, heavy cig stench... but faintly sweet fruit undertone. Magical girl scent. Even that turned my stomach now.
"Ha."
My monster, but she'd crossed the line. Hesitate here, and I'd be her emotional dumpster forever.
I cocked my head, glaring straight at her.
"...Move."
"What?"
"Move, bitch. Deaf?"
Silence blanketed the hall. Park Min-jeong's eyes widened.
"Wh-What'd you say?"
"Move, you fuckin' bitch."