The Meeting
“(It might feel a little forced, but please understand. This is an emergency.)”
“Okay. Okay, so at least let me hear your voice… Huh?”
Just a moment ago I hadn’t been able to speak at all, yet the words came out naturally. My body could move again, too. Though with her already straddling me, I still couldn’t do much of anything.
“(My mana is draining fast. I won’t be able to maintain the translation magic much longer. Just stay still—I’ll handle everything.)”
“Got it. I’ll leave it to you.”
Her neck was growing more and more transparent. Just as she’d said, this was a crisis. Yet in complete contrast to the atmosphere, my cock was only getting harder, which was a little embarrassing.
Rustle.
She slowly lifted her robe. Whatever she was wearing underneath was some kind of dress, because her thighs came into view right away. Looking at my erection standing stiff between those moderately fleshy white thighs made my heart hammer like crazy.
Thump-thump-thump.
It wasn’t even my first time—why was I like this? Settle down, heart.
As the robe rose a little higher, her cleft came into view. She wasn’t wearing any underwear, so the dense blue pubic hair was completely exposed. Blue hair, of all things. Between that strange color and the anticipation of the hole waiting beneath it, I already felt ready to burst.
At this rate, should I start questioning whether I’m a masochist?
“(I’m putting it in.)”
“Wait—you can’t just shove it in like that. I’m fine, but you’re not ready at all.”
Keira’s entrance looked bone-dry. In that state it would only hurt.
“(No. We’re really out of ti—)”
The rest of the sentence didn’t translate. I could still guess what she meant, though.
She wrapped her hand around my cock. Her hand was already half-transparent. The warmth I felt from it suggested she was still okay for now, but there was no time to nitpick. She lined me up with her hole and dropped her body straight down.
Schlick.
“Nngh…”
My cock met a slight resistance, then sank all the way to the root in one go. Keira bit her lip, clearly enduring the pain.
This…!
There was only one thing that could mean. The robe had fallen back down so I couldn’t see the junction, but crimson tears would be flowing from there. The droplets gathering at the corners of her eyes showed just how much it hurt to have her flesh torn open. I felt sorry for the pain, yet at the same time my sexual excitement peaked.
“****.”
She began to move slowly. The range of motion was small and clumsy, but her hole clamped down hard around me, so the stimulation was more than enough.
Slap, slap, slap.
The sound of a man and a woman’s bodies overlapping filled the tiny studio apartment. After only a few thrusts, her body started secreting love juices.
Squelch, squelch, squelch.
The sounds grew wetter, dirtier. Keira kept her eyes shut and her lip bitten. The heat radiating from where we were joined. The sheer unreality of having sex with an otherworlder. I wanted to savor the moment a little longer, but her body didn’t look like it would wait.
The transparency of her neck was now glaringly obvious. I needed to pick up the pace. I gripped her waist and thrust my hips upward.
“Haaah…!”
A sound mixing pain and pleasure spilled from her lips. I wanted to work until that sound turned purely lewd, but right now I had to focus solely on my own excitement.
Slap, slap, slap, slap.
“Ugh, ugh, haaahn, ugh.”
The rough movements made her hurt. The way she scrunched her eyes was strangely even sexier. Did I have a sadistic streak too? A moment ago I’d felt like a masochist.
To raise the pitch even higher I changed positions. I made her lie face-down on the bed and hiked the robe up. Her blood-smeared entrance and pale ass came into view. I shoved my still-bursting club back inside.
“Haaah…!”
She arched her back like a cat and twisted her neck. She seemed to be adapting faster than expected. In that case, no more holding back.
“Ah, ah, hngh…”
Entering at a different angle hit a different spot. Grabbing that white ass and rocking my hips, I felt like I could come any second.
Come to think of it, we’re raw right now. I thought the stimulation felt strong because it had been a while, but is it because it’s bareback? And I’m supposed to finish inside, right?
Judging by the flow, yes. The moment that thought hit me, the excitement that had already climbed to the extreme exploded. I slammed my hips all the way in and emptied everything I had inside her.
Gulp, gulp.
“Haaauugh…”
I kept a tight grip on her waist until every last drop was out, then slowly pulled free. With a wet pop my cock slipped out. A trickle of semen followed, soaking the bed.
Have I ever come this much before?
The sight was so filthy it surprised even me, and my cock sprang right back up. But I couldn’t thrust again—she hurriedly covered the spot with her hand. Apparently the semen wasn’t supposed to leak out. Still holding herself closed, she sat back up.
“****.”
Watching her close her eyes and concentrate, I moved away from the bed. My cock settled down again. This wasn’t the time. Unlike her lower half, her face had grown so transparent it was almost invisible.
Will it work? It has to work…
I prayed desperately inside. I really didn’t want to watch a person vanish right in front of me. Contrary to my wish, her transparency only worsened. Her blue hair grew so faint it disappeared completely.
…Is it not working?
The first otherworlder I’d ever met, the first attempt at otherworldly cultural exchange through sex—was it going to end this emptily?
Then I saw a brief sparkle from her lower abdomen. At the same time, all sorts of information began flooding my mind.
How to open and close Gates. How to form contracts with intelligent beings that emerged from them. How to use their power in their place.
And a message appeared.
Congratulations. You can now use the status window.
It was the message every Awakened saw. The next step would normally be to open the status window, but I had no leisure to examine anything carefully right now.
Whoosh.
I snatched up her left hand as if seizing it. It was faint, barely visible, yet still solid enough to touch. I pressed a kiss to that hand.
Smack.
A wing-patterned mark etched itself onto her left hand. Blue light flowed from the mark and connected all the way to her lower abdomen. Color began returning from her right hand. The faded skin regained a lively flesh tone. Her pale lips turned red. Keira opened both eyes. Her blue irises shone with their original light once more.
“(…Master?)”
“Master…?”
“(I don’t even have to call you Master and there don’t seem to be any special restrictions. So it’s not that kind of contract.)”
Keira raised her left hand. The wing pattern was tattooed onto the back of it like a brand.
“Then what is it?”
“(When contracting with a familiar there’s a similar type. In exchange for being allowed to stay, they lend their power whenever you want—nothing more, nothing less. We can call this an Otherworld Residence Contract.)”
Otherworld Residence Contract…
As she said, that was one way to look at it. Strangely enough, my status window said the exact same thing.
Trait:Gate Keeper (EX)
Skills:Summon Gate (SS), Otherworld Residence Contract (A)
In a way, maybe Keira had spoken first and the status window simply wrote it down the way she said it. Anyway, 8/15—pathetic potential. I’d heard most people broke 20. Well, my real power didn’t come from those numbers, so it wasn’t worth fretting over.
“I’m glad. Thanks to the contract, you didn’t disappear.”
“(Yeah. I’m really grateful. You saved my life.)”
She climbed off the bed and bowed at the waist toward me.
“It’s fine. More importantly, is your body okay? That was… your first…”
“(I’m fine.)”
I thought it was a pretty strange first experience. But her expression looked as unbothered as her words. Just like always, she was more interested in other things.
“(This translation right now is included in the contract, right?)”
“Ah, yes. That’s right.”
Because the contract between us had been completed, I could understand her speech without any special magic. Same for her.
“(Do you know how often you have to inject mana?)”
“It depends on the contractor’s usage… is what it says. And at least once a week without fail.”
Because I had Awakened, the answer surfaced the moment I thought about my skill. So she and I would have to have sex at least once a week. Completing the contract had been the kiss on the hand, but the power source came from sex.
“(So we have to have intercourse again. Will you be all right with that? Isn’t there another method? Intercourse is the most efficient, but there should be something else.)”
Once again she tossed me a keyword and new information floated up.
“Ah, if I had magic power or mana, those could substitute. But I don’t have either.”
“(In that case I can help you. It’ll take a little time. Just put up with it until then.)”
Interpreting the meaning that reached Keira another way, it sounded something like this: I know you don’t want to have sex with me, so just endure a little longer.
I didn’t particularly dislike it… or was she the one who disliked it and projecting onto me?
…I wasn’t sure, but this didn’t seem like the time to dig into it, so I simply nodded.
“(Good. Then I can live here from now on, right? We made a contract.)”
Was that how it worked? It wasn’t a bad contract. She could live here, and I could use her power. Without her I would only be a half-baked Keeper. Right now I had to be considered a summoner.
But there was something I needed to clear up first.
“I can open the Gate again in a week. Do you have any intention of going back? After all, this was a forced contract with your life on the line.”
“(Me? Why would I? I like it here.)”
Keira said, turning a full circle around the room. Everywhere her gaze lingered were the things she had shown passionate curiosity about.
“I figured you’d say that. Keira. Then I’ll be counting on you from now on.”
“(Likewise. Jungmin.)”
I held out my right hand; she likewise held out her right hand and clasped mine. This should have been a scene like two heads of state exchanging greetings after signing a treaty—the first meeting and contract between people of two different dimensions. Yet contrary to the grand image swelling in my chest, the first thing I felt in my hand was slipperiness. She had used that right hand to keep the semen from leaking out.
Tch, reality and ideals really are different, huh?
“…Let’s wash up first. You’ll feel gross staying like that too, Keira.”
“(Wash? Where? Is there a stream nearby?)”
Pfft. She still hadn’t escaped the medieval level. Even though I’d clearly turned on the water at the sink earlier.
I opened the bathroom door. The pure-white bathroom I always kept spotlessly clean was revealed.
“This is the modern stream.”
Whoooosh.
When I twisted the shower faucet, her eyes went round.
“(Eureka!)”
That word that got translated as Eureka—I was curious. I’d have to ask her later.