Necromancer
66.
I stood at the center of the apparatus, silver rod in hand, and drew up my lust the way I always did.
My other self rose hard and ready, same as ever. Sometimes I wondered whether it wasn't harder than Ttanttani itself.
...
...or so I almost said.
Either way, my other self had been through hell this past week. Serving as the final destination for all the lust Mjolnir amplified meant it had spent nearly every waking hour at full attention. And it wasn't as if the list of people I had to sleep with was short — Keira, Elena, and even Nari noona. Nari noona needed sex at least once a week to maintain her residency contract, so that was non-negotiable.
She'd come by the house once in the middle of all this. Sleeping with her had been roughly as complicated as a 007-level operation, and every bit of that complexity came down to Park Sena, who took an obsessive interest in my sex life. She'd even tried sneaking into my room at night. To stop her, Keira had hastily transformed into a housekeeper and barged in, and I'd ended up having sex with the transformed Keira right there. Park Sena watched the whole thing through the window and left. No matter how openly she tried to seduce me, she couldn't exactly shove aside a guest who'd arrived first.
After that, her advances tapered off considerably — probably because Keira and Elena stuck to me constantly in their housekeeper disguises. The two of them spent all day wearing those faces and even cleaned the house. From then on we had sex freely anywhere we pleased, and whenever Park Sena spied on us, we made a point of putting on a show just to mess with her. Suyeon barely left the underground lab, so as long as we were careful about the basement, there was no problem. Thanks to all that, we'd quietly sent home the two housekeepers who'd originally been helping us and had to hire a new one just for meals — but that was a minor detail.
The point is, even after all that abuse, my other self was still going strong. At this rate, I could practically call it Ttanttani itself, right?
I carefully pushed my lust into the silver rod. It could go berserk at any moment, so I took it slow.
But even after a fair amount of time, nothing happened.
Huh?
The Adamantium amplification had already taken place. Far more lust than I'd poured in was now packed inside the rod — so much that the metal had turned from silver to a deep pink, almost blood-red. And still, no overload. It was remarkably stable.
Just to be sure, I drew the lust back out a little at a time. The amplified desire returned to me in controlled increments rather than all at once, and I slowly settled it inside my body. After repeating the process a few times, the blood-red rod faded to pink, then back to silver. When I pushed lust into it again, it simply turned pink — nothing more.
It was just like Mjolnir. Once Adamantium had amplified power, it needed a cooldown. Leave it alone for two or three hours and the amplification function came back online.
Having confirmed that much, I reined in all my power.
With a heavy clank, the pillar opened and Suyeon appeared.
"Oppa, are you okay? You're actually standing today?"
The backlash from the lust was usually so strong I collapsed every time. Seeing me on my feet must have looked strange.
"Suyeon, this is huge. I think you were right. I couldn't control the hammer, but the rod — I can actually control this!"
"Really? I brought it just in case, but it worked even better than I hoped."
"Four PhDs really do make a difference, huh?"
"Of course. I didn't win them gambling, you know."
Suyeon puffed out her chest and planted both hands on her hips. The pride on her face was adorable — and the way it pushed her breasts forward sent my thoughts in an entirely different direction. She had more up top than you'd expect. Apparently twenty-three wasn't an age she'd won at the gambling table either.
"What about the measurements, though?"
"Those..."
Her shoulders slumped again. Still no luck detecting lust, it seemed.
"Let's try one more time. I think I can manage another round today. More data is always better, right?"
"True. But are you sure you're okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. And this time, let's use Mjolnir."
"What?"
"There's something I want to test."
Suyeon handed me Mjolnir and stepped out of the apparatus. I poured lust into it the same as before — only this time I held a strong image of a ball in my mind. It was the same trick used to form sword aura with Imperial Guard swordsmanship.
Mjolnir didn't go berserk.
Just as Suyeon had said, the hammer had simply been too aggressive. The image mattered. Of course it would still overload when I actually attacked with it, but being able to detonate it on command was a night-and-day improvement over before.
Even so, I couldn't hold it for long. Whether it was the hammer image burned into my own mind or the intent of whoever forged it, the lust slipped free of my control and tried to run wild.
I missed the timing again and took the full backlash. Because I'd held the lust longer than usual, the recoil hit harder than usual too. Just when I'd thought I was getting used to it over the past few days, the amplified backlash made my entire body scream.
"Guh—!"
I collapsed, unable to control the rebound, body trembling violently.
"Oppa! Jungmin oppa! When this happens—"
Suyeon rushed into the pillar. She took one look at my condition and started pulling off my pants.
"You need to be comfortable first— ah!"
The moment she undid my belt and eased the zipper down, my other self — swollen and raging — sprang free and smacked her square in the face. She stumbled backward and landed hard on her rear.
"Guh... Suyeon, no. You can't— nngh."
"...Can't what? You need to at least get comfortable!"
I tried to keep my wits about me and pull my pants back up, but Suyeon was stronger than a man wracked by backlash. In the end my pants came off and I was bare. I'd already stripped my shirt for the measurements.
It was mortifying, but the pain burned the shame away almost instantly.
"Guh..."
"Oppa, hang in there a little longer."
There was nothing to do but endure the lust backlash. It would settle with time, and Suyeon knew that. And yet she'd still stripped my pants off... Well. Being free of them did feel better, at least.
"Hah... hah..."
After a while I managed to steady my breathing. The pain had almost completely faded — and the moment it left, shame claimed its throne. What the hell was I doing naked in front of my little sister?
I scrambled to put my pants back on. Suyeon stopped me.
"Oppa, are you okay no— wait. Hold on. You're still like that!"
"Huh? Like what? I'm fine now. Perfectly fine."
"There's still blood pooled in your penis — how is that fine? Don't you need to wait a little longer?"
Then she grabbed my other self. Her soft fingers closed around it gently enough that it didn't hurt — which was exactly the problem. Something that should never have been happening was happening, and the urge to finish spiked like mad.
"Suyeon! Stop!"
"...What?"
I gave her a light push and stepped back. Leaving a slightly dazed Suyeon where she stood, I forced my pants on. I was so hard they barely went up, and even once they were on the pressure was so brutal I had to stand in an awkward half-crouch with my hips pulled back.
"...Oppa, are you sure you're okay? You really don't look okay..."
"Ah — yeah. I'm fine. Sorry for yelling just now. If I'd been a second later I would've... you know. Ejaculated. Do you know what that is?"
"I know. It's when sperm is discharged from a male's genitals."
"Right. That. But..."
...I had no idea why I was explaining this. And even less idea how to explain the rest.
Sigh. Honesty was the best policy in situations like this.
"...I almost came just now."
"What? Why? Doesn't that require sexual stimulation? I learned that a woman's genitals provide the stimulation."
So she wasn't completely without sexual knowledge — she'd just learned it all from books. And the gap between theory and reality was catastrophic.
"..."
Did I really have to say this out loud?
Suyeon's eyes held half worry, half anticipation. Concern for my condition mixed with the pure joy of learning something new.
"Y-you can provide plenty of stimulation with your hands, too..."
My face burned. Even I, who prided myself on being immune to just about any filthy situation, apparently still got embarrassed in front of a pure blank canvas.
"I see. But wouldn't that be better, then? I heard ejaculating makes it go down. You look like you're in a lot of pain right now — wouldn't it be better to just finish? If the stimulation isn't enough, use my hand. I'll do it for you. No — I want to try it too!"
"..."
I almost wished she were teasing me. Then I could just pin her down and do whatever I wanted. Instead my other self only got harder, and I only got more miserable.
"No. That would be a disaster."
"...What kind of disaster?"
The kind where you lose the first experience you've carefully preserved for twenty-three years. But I couldn't bring myself to say that.
"Anyway, there's a reason. I'm holding it together just fine, so please stop stimulating me and let's drop this."
"No, oppa. Releasing it is better than holding it in. I'll help you, so stop being stubborn and come here."
Did this girl not see me as a man at all? Had she never registered men as men in the first place? Did she genuinely not understand how impossible this kind of request made it to hold back?
"No!"
I yelled again. Suyeon's expression changed instantly. No matter how you spun it, I'd rejected her — and this was already the second time today.
"..."
The look of someone who'd lost the whole world made me feel terrible. That was exactly why I'd tried not to raise my voice.
"Even if you look at me like that, I can't do this. There's still a lot you need to learn."
I left a frozen Suyeon behind, gathered my clothes, and walked out of the underground lab, shutting the door behind me.
"...Just you wait. I'll study everything and come back!"
That's not something you can learn from studying, you know.
God, I couldn't exactly teach her every little thing myself either.
I dressed quickly and headed upstairs. Elena was waiting at the basement entrance in her housekeeper disguise, smiling as if she'd been expecting me.
"Good work today as well— oh!"
After confirming the kitchen was empty, I scooped Elena up and carried her into the utility room beside it. I set her between the ingredient shelves and took position behind her. She was wearing something that could only be called a hotel maid outfit. I flipped up her skirt, freed my other self, and rubbed it between her thighs.
"J-Jungmin-nim, that's too sudden..."
"You don't want to?"
"It's not that I don't want to, but even I need a little— mmph!"
Elena clapped both hands over her mouth and swallowed a moan.
"Sudden? You're already this soaking wet."
She'd seemed fine at first. The moment my other self touched her folds, though, wetness poured from her like a spring.
"That's — ah — all because of you, Jungmin-nim— mmph!"
Elena wasn't as skilled with magic as Keira. In rushed encounters like this she couldn't silence herself with a spell, and she couldn't change her face back either. Right now she had to muffle every sound by force, wearing the face of the transformed housekeeper — late twenties, not quite a beauty, but cute.
"Mmph... Jungmin-nim, Park Sena is outside right no— ah!"
Elena's body with someone else's face made it feel like I was with a completely different woman. No wonder my thoroughly overworked other self kept finding new strength. Men always dream of someone new.
"It's fine. Let her watch. Right now I'm only going to focus on you."
"Ah — Jungmin-nim... haaah—"
I could vaguely sense Park Sena's presence too, but I didn't care. I just gripped Elena's hips and poured out all the lust that had been roaming my body with nowhere to go.
"I love you. I love you, Jungmin-nim!"
"I love you too. I love you, Elena."
"Mmph—!"
The already cramped, stuffy utility room grew hotter still, thick with heat.