Chapter 224: Frustration is What Makes a Man Grow! (4)
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 224: Frustration is What Makes a Man Grow! (4)
I fold a piece of paper into a sharp point and hand it to Satomi.
"Can you control this with your skill?"
"My skill only works on things recognized as weapons, so I don't think... but I will give it a try."
Why isn't it a weapon?
I’ve seen people die easily enough from a punctured throat. Back when I was captured, I once escaped after killing about six people with the documents an interrogator brought in. I only stopped using them because they got too soaked in blood; paper makes for an excellent weapon.
Satomi’s skill belongs to the matter manipulation category. It has the tricky conditions that she can only control things she perceives as weapons, and they must not have an owner.
This skill, called Weapon Control, allows the user to manipulate the object itself—unlike telekinesis, which involves wrapping an object in force to swing it. However, because of its restrictive conditions, it’s considered a relatively low-tier skill.
But I knew an Awakened who used this very skill to beat the absolute crap out of everyone else.
A British special forces member known as 'Storm' was a figure of terror to other Awakened. The logic of "Is the enemy strong? Just gang up on them" didn't work against him. Because of his wide-range techniques, the moment he appeared, your best bet was to run.
I eventually heard he was taken down by a massive group attack from extreme long range, but within a certain radius, he was practically invincible.
Part of the reason I brought Satomi along was that the image of that Awakened was so strong, and among those with her skill, no one else used that particular combat style.
In this world, Satomi would become the 'Storm.'
Watching Satomi struggle with the piece of paper, I realized her hero name might change once she mastered this technique.
I reached out and took Satomi’s hand to stop her.
"Can you move things other than swords? Like bludgeons or axes?"
"Yes. I'm a bit clumsy with them, but as long as it's a weapon, I can do it."
As expected, the user's perception was the key.
Storm used to throw just about anything. Whether it was a car, a streetlight, or a building, he perceived everything around him as a weapon. The areas he swept through literally looked like disaster zones hit by a hurricane.
But that wasn't the truly terrifying part.
I pulled out a dagger, snapped the blade off, and placed it in her hand.
"Is a sword blade possible?"
"I think so."
Perhaps because she possessed the skill, she realized the possibility instantly. Without hesitation, Satomi made the blade float in the air.
After showing me the blade spinning in mid-air, Satomi looked at me like a puppy wanting praise. I reached out and patted her head.
"Ah... this is..."
"Good job."
I had patted her instinctively and worried for a moment that she might feel treated like a dog, but Satomi just blushed and lowered her gaze.
Since she seemed to like it, I stroked her fine black hair a bit more before pulling my hand away. She looked up at me with a face that seemed almost disappointed, looking more like a puppy than ever.
"How many can you handle?"
"I can manage a dozen or so easily."
Satomi answered with a confident expression.
"Great. Then let's set a goal of 200 by the time we leave Japan."
"Pardon?"
"It's possible. You're continuing to increase your Mana stat, right?"
"Yes... as you said, Captain, I've been focusing my training entirely on Mana since joining Black Unicorn... but 200 is..."
I took her hand and gave her a gentle smile.
"I told you to trust me."
"......Yes."
The deep eyes that met mine were unwavering.
"I wouldn't call it the final goal, but eventually, you'll handle at least a thousand."
"That many...?"
"Yes. It's easier if you imagine Hwaryeon."
Satomi went dazed as she recalled the duplication skill Ten Thousand Swords Hwaryeon had unleashed in the cave. That terrifyingly powerful skill that had erected a literal wall of swords.
"Hwaryeon uses her skills actively, but at her core, she is a swordsman. She's an all-around Attacker who excels at both close and long range."
"I wonder if I can truly become like Hero Hwaryeon..."
"Trust my eyes. I asked you to join Black Unicorn because I saw your talent, Satomi."
At my praise, Satomi bowed her head with a shy smile.
After Storm died following his era of dominance, many countries researched matter manipulation. I had read that data, and I could pass on all the training methods and techniques. With her exceptional talent, Satomi could become the next Storm with just the right help.
"I'll contact the clan and have them supply hundreds of small weapons that are just blades. They will all be your weapons."
"I suppose I'll be more of a ninja than a samurai now."
"Ninjas are cool too. Ninjutsu!"
When I playfully mimicked some nonsensical hand signs, Satomi let out a little giggle.
She’s fully recovered. Now, focus on your practice and become my sword.
And my scabbard.
I stepped closer to Satomi and spoke brightly, like a boy full of dreams.
"Imagine it. Thousands of blades filling the sky. All of them are your weapons, swirling like a tempest."
"......"
Satomi’s eyes drifted toward the distance, as if she were visualizing my description.
"Spinner? Victoria? None of them will be a match for the blades you pour out."
It was the truth. In Weapon Control, if the opponent grabs the sword you're manipulating, you lose ownership.
Let them try and grab them. We've still got thousands more.
If they even let go because they ran out of hands, she could reclaim ownership and control them again.
In Storm's case, the British support team used transport planes to provide aerial resupply of blades, but in this world, there was the cheat-like skill of spatial ability, so Satomi could carry them all herself.
"A storm of blades. With you at the eye of the storm, the blades will swirl and pierce through the enemy."
I leaned in closer, bringing my face right up to hers. Satomi, who had been lost in her imagination as if dreaming, blinked in surprise when she saw how close I was.
I pretended to be frozen in surprise as if it were an accident, and after locking eyes with her, I pressed my lips to hers.
"......"
As I kissed her softly, Satomi’s eyes widened as she stared at me. I gently rubbed against her closed lips, then lightly nipped her lower lip before pulling back.
Her lips, which had been drawn toward mine, popped back, and Satomi looked at me with a dazed expression.
"Ah... um... Captain... things like this... should be done with someone you love..."
"But I do love you, Satomi."
There was no lie in those words. I wasn't just lusting after Satomi's body; I loved her. It was just that I had many objects of my love.
When I gave her a gentle smile, Satomi smiled back.
"So this is how you seduced the other members."
"......"
When I couldn't find anything to say, she spoke with a bright smile.
"I heard everything from Ye-jin. That you've had relations with all the other members."
Kwon Ye-jin, you brat!!!
There was a reason Lee Yuna told me to watch out for Kwon Ye-jin's big mouth.
As I stood there with a stiff expression, my eyes darting around, Satomi let out a giggle and stroked my cheek.
"A man who has relations with multiple women... how strange. You know that's something people would condemn, right?"
The power dynamic had flipped in an instant. I could only break into a cold sweat, unable to say a word.
Chu—
Satomi gave me a light kiss as I stood there with my brain stalled. Her soft lips pulled away, and she smiled at me.
"I've lived in a samurai household since I was a child. I have very old-fashioned views on romance... and yet... I didn't expect that I would come to accept a man like this."
Well... in the previous world, I'd be loving a woman who slept with any man she wanted. Anyway, that means it's okay, right?
When I looked down at her with eyes full of lust, Satomi looked away slightly, appearing embarrassed.
"I was waiting to see when you would finally approach me."
Don't you worry. I'm not the kind of bastard who gives it to everyone else but leaves you out.
I kissed her while fondling her breasts through her clothes. Satomi, clumsily accepting my tongue as it pushed inside, stroked my chest and felt my body.
When I took her fumbling hand and placed it on my crotch, she pulled back in surprise.
"I'm... I'm sorry... I heard from Ye-jin, but... it's so big it startled me..."
Kwon Ye-jin, just how much did you tell her...
A startled Satomi looked at me with wide eyes before her gaze slid down toward my dick.
When I lowered my zipper, my dick popped out, dangling. I took her frozen wrist and led her hand; after a moment's hesitation, she carefully wrapped her fingers around it.
As her cold hand tightened around the shaft, my dick throbbed with joy.
Startled for a moment by its vigorous strength, Satomi carefully gripped it with a reverse hold and stroked it.
"This... this size is truly unbelievable... I didn't believe it when I first heard... if anything, Ye-jin was underselling it..."
"Have you seen one before?"
She seemed like a virgin, so I asked. Satomi looked embarrassed, her voice barely a whisper.
"Well... like, adult videos... e-every woman watches them..."
Right, right. I understand. You don't have to make excuses.
I slid my hand under her clothes and squeezed Satomi’s soft breast. Watching the cute Satomi bite her lip to hold back a groan, I whispered in her ear.
"Are you very interested in naughty things?"
"Hng... n-no... when I was... mmm... I saw it by accident when I was young... ngh...!"
I pinched the nipple of the lying Satomi. Her hips twitched as she squeezed my dick tight, and she continued, her voice sounding like a sob.
"But... this... this is my first time..."
"What do you mean by 'this'? Say it properly."
"Haah... huff... a dick... a cock... hng..."
As I kneaded her large but elastic breasts firmly, Satomi’s cheeks flushed as she let the word 'dick' escape her lips.
I took my hands off the blushing girl and stood up.
Satomi, who had been looking up at my sudden movement, soon lowered her gaze to the dick right in front of her.
Her nose twitched slightly at the sight of the towering dick, which was thick with the scent of sweat from our sparring.
I moved just a little closer to her as she grew aroused by the scent. The glans touched the tip of her twitching nose, but Satomi froze, unmoving.
Like a puppy told to 'wait' with a treat right in front of her, Satomi focused all her attention on the dick but didn't think to move.
The sight of a refined Japanese beauty with her eyes crossed, rubbing her nose against my smelly dick, made it throb even harder.
"Suck it."
When I spoke informally, as if giving an order, Satomi’s eyes widened as she looked up at me.
After looking at me in brief confusion, Satomi’s eyes soon filled with excitement. She carefully lifted her head and licked the underside of the glans with her tongue.
She was being cautious, so it was only a slight touch of her wet tongue, but that alone sent a sharp jolt of pleasure up my spine.
After licking the bottom weakly like she was tasting ice cream, Satomi looked up at my expression, and her eyes sparkled.
The always polite and diligent Satomi opened her mouth obscenely and began to swallow the dick.
She was simply holding it in her mouth and running her tongue over it, but the sight of the earnest Satomi sucking my dick like a bitch brought an unbearable pleasure.
Chup— chuup— slurp— chup—
Her tongue, coated in saliva, took the smelly dick into her mouth and cleaned it. Her clumsy tongue gradually gained confidence, licking firmly and swiping away the sweat and residue from the sparring, swallowing the soiled saliva in gulps.
As Satomi, who was clumsy during her first fellatio, repeatedly swallowed, the recoil was transmitted directly to my dick.
Sucking carefully to avoid letting her teeth touch it, she took her own hair and wrapped it around the part of the dick sticking out of her mouth. Then, she began to stroke it with her hand while sucking greedily.
Wasn't she a virgin? Where was she hiding this kind of technique?
Looking up at me with narrowed eyes, Satomi sucked on the dick deliciously.
At the sensation of her dedicated tongue-work and the texture of her hair, my dick trembled before spraying semen.
Splurt— spurt— splat! Splat!
"Cough—"
Due to the record-breaking ejaculation, Satomi couldn't take all the semen and ended up vomiting it out. The white fluid sprayed from her mouth, pouring over the dick and soiling her hands and hair.
Panicking as she tried to swallow, Satomi choked and coughed, yet she still stuck her tongue out long, trying her best to wipe away the semen smeared on the dick.
With her face a mess and her tongue out, rubbing against the dick, Satomi looked filthy yet incredibly lewd.
Finally calming down, Satomi looked up at me, breathing heavily.
"I'm sorry... I was so clumsy because it was my first time...?"
"No, it was good. Who did you learn that from?"
As I spoke while stroking her hair, Satomi looked down in embarrassment.
"An older sister at the dojo told me it was a technique to make a man go crazy... but the finish was such a mess..."
Looking at the soiled dick, her hands, and the semen stuck to her silk-like hair, Satomi’s voice trailed off. Perhaps because of her obsession with doing everything perfectly, she seemed dejected.
In times like this, this is the best medicine.
I pushed my soiled dick toward her face and pressed it against her cheek.
"Satomi, your mouth was so lewd that it got dirty, so please make it clean."
Satomi looked down at the dick pressed against her cheek with eyes full of lust, then slowly opened her mouth and began to lick.
Holding the glans with her hand to steady it, Satomi moved her tongue in and out, cleaning it thoroughly. She looked more aroused than ever.
As I thought—a good dick really is the best medicine.