The First Day of Drawing Closer: A Strike That Climaxed Her Womb

No. No fucking way...

She couldn't even work her mouth. She simply locked up, frozen solid.

And how could she not? She hadn't even known the hotel room was poorly soundproofed.

It's an expensive hotel, and they can't soundproof a single room?

It was past absurd. It almost felt as if someone had built the walls this way on purpose, just so every sound would carry...

...How the hell am I supposed to clean this up?

Arang had no idea where to even begin. The other party, he was sure, would be no better off. She had masturbated while crying out for the very person who had witnessed that scene — whimpering that she wanted to be fucked, that she wanted him to choke her. How was she supposed to pretend she was fine?

"Ah, aah...!"

In the end her face and earlobes flared hot, and her whole body went rigid.

"Th-this isn't— I mean, that is...!"

She looked desperate to offer some excuse, but what excuse could there possibly be? Nothing she said here was going to explain this.

"...I'll keep what I saw today a secret. Pull yourself together, and come out."

"W-wait...!"

She tried to catch Arang as he turned and walked straight out, but a body that had spent the whole night drowned in climax and pleasure could not be made to move on command.

"Ah..."

In the end, all she could do was watch him go, limp and helpless.

"......"

"......"

"Why's everyone so quiet?"

They were eating breakfast at the buffet on the hotel's first floor when Yuyeong looked at Arang and Reshi and cocked her head. The way she kept working her mouth, little by little, made her look for all the world like a hamster brimming with curiosity.

"I-it's nothing. I just... have something I need to think about."

Reshi smiled at once and picked up a piece of meat from her bowl.

"The food was so good I caught myself doing nothing but eat."

Yuyeong, too, twirled the pasta on her plate and popped it into her mouth.

"Yeah? That's a relief, then. Here I thought something had happened."

And so the three of them went back to their meal. Yuyeong had no idea, but the other two looked slightly unnatural, slightly stiff, even in the simple act of eating.

Once the meal was done they checked out and stepped outside the hotel.

"Nnngh! It's been ages since I got to rest like this."

"...Yeah."

Yuyeong and Reshi chattered away between themselves. Yuyeong's expressions were lively and easy. Reshi's were not.

"......"

Watching them, Arang felt his thoughts tangle. He even started to think he never should have gone to that room.

I could make plenty of use of it... but I can't help the way it snags at me.

If he seized it as a weakness, he could bring her down easily enough. He didn't want to close the distance that way.

If there were a way to make her come to me first, that would be... ah.

A method came to him. Something that would let them build a natural familiarity, and stack up more points of contact along the way. He turned it over and waited until the moment they would have to part. When the time came to go their separate ways, he made his offer.

"Could you teach me how to fight?"

"...What?"

She looked badly thrown, eyes round, head tipping to one side. Yuyeong, too, stared at Arang in puzzlement — and then she looked away.

This time, she believed. She believed in her Master's actions, and in his judgment. Believed he would not cast her aside.

"Whatever else, I've got a trait of my own. I ought to put it to use, shouldn't I? Chances to train under an A-rank Hero aren't exactly common."

"...E-even so, that's..."

He eased the pressure on, but she looked ready to refuse.

"...Ah."

Then, for just an instant, her face said something had clicked.

"Fine. I'll teach you. You're Unnie's boyfriend — it's not like there's anything I can't do for you."

"Thank you."

"Then starting tomorrow, come to the underground training ground at the Association. Your trait's the same as Unnie's, so you can learn how to use it from her... I'll focus on body arts and conditioning."

"Understood."

With the promise made, the three of them went their separate ways.

"......"

"......"

At the last moment, the two of them traded a look behind Yuyeong's back. That alone was enough. Each of them knew exactly what the other thought.

"We've made another point of contact. Now I just have to play it out right."

"Mmmyeh. Reshi's gonna wuv it too, I jus' know it."

Back home, I was sitting on the bed when Yuyeong slipped between my legs as if it were the most natural thing in the world, tugged my pants down, took my cock into her mouth, and slowly worked it.

"...You still don't get tired of it, even doing it like that?"

"Sluurp... pah. Of course not. I don't care if I passed out. I didn't pass out because I hated it. I passed out because I loved it. I don't think this is something I'll ever get tired of. Not for the rest of my life."

Smooch. Smooch... She pressed a light kiss to the head, then pecked her way along the shaft, leaving the print of her lips. And seeing those pale red lipstick marks left behind...

It throbbed.

"Ah...♥"

The moment she saw me hard, her eyes went round — and then she smiled.

"Master still seems a little unsatisfied... what do you think?"

"...Just say you want to do it."

I stared at her, then smiled the same way she had. Anyone could see I wasn't the one who wanted it, and yet she kept asking. The laugh came out of me on its own. Cute, maybe — and there was a pleasure in finding a side of her I couldn't have imagined the first time we met. I stroked her head the way you would a pet.

"We've got plans tomorrow, so take it easy. I'm not going to pound you until you pass out."

"I can hold back that much!"

...It really didn't seem that way. Had there been even one time we'd had sex and she hadn't passed out? Some of that was me losing control, granted. I still couldn't say she was entirely without fault.

"Besides, sex is good for dieting. It's all healthy exercise."

"...That's true, but."

Too much of anything turns to poison. I was fairly sure I'd once seen a news story about some man who went at it so hard with his wife that he died of a heart attack in the act. Exercise or not, good for you or not, you had to know when to stop. A man's stamina is finite.

Mine, of course, has already broken past the standard.

The more I gained this power, and the more I used it, the stronger my virility grew. I could feel my lust growing in the same measure, and the nakedness of my desire with it.

I ought to build myself a brake. Still no decent way to do it.

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Taking a top-tier trait like Absolute Mind would be ideal, but almost no one besides the protagonist possessed anything of the kind. Even Absolute Mind, on its own, couldn't manifest any notable superhuman ability, so there were cases of people passing it by without ever knowing what they had.

Multiple traits aren't something that show up easily, either.

The protagonist simply happened to possess multiple traits, out past every specification. And I had obtained an unprecedented trait that surpassed even that.

What I still have to obtain hasn't changed.

No matter how tough the body, if the mind collapses at a touch, none of it means a thing.

"Sluuuurp..."

"......"

I passed the time stroking her head and fiddling with her hair while she went on sucking my cock like it was ice cream. I came three times right there on the spot. It still wasn't enough, so I folded her into a mating press and came three times more.

"Oh, you're early."

"I'm the one being taught. I should get here as early as I can."

The next day, Reshi and I met ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠in the underground training ground beneath Association headquarters.

"Fewer people than I expected."

"There are hardly any kaijin or villains these days. The Heroes are off using up backed-up leave, or out clearing their schedules."

She stretched, long and loose, working the stiffness out of her body. A black tank top and leggings plastered to her skin made her figure stand out all the more.

I could swear there's some strange scent.

Was I imagining it? I tipped my head, but she only shot me a brief glare and walked right past me.

"Let's start with a fitness test. I need to know what level you're at before I can do anything with you."

"Understood."

And with that, the training began in earnest. From the big three lifts to running and a spread of other drills, she drove me to my limit under the name of testing. There were no breaks in between. It ran continuous, start to finish, so even with a solid base of stamina I had no choice but to suffer.

"Huff, haah...!"

The moment the dozens of measurements were done, I collapsed where I stood and gulped for air.

"Still, your base stamina is excellent. No trait for it, and you're already this good. That's high-level."

"I-is it?"

"Yeah. Polish it a little more and using your wings will be easier, too. Let's keep going."

She sat down at about the height of my waist and let her tail sway. At first the swaying tail only brushed my thighs and calves, a little at a time. Then it climbed. By the end it was rubbing, insistently, at my groin — right over my crotch.

"......"

And still she drank a mouthful of water and stared at the ceiling, as if she didn't know a thing.

Does she really not know... or is she pretending?

Times like this, I wished I could read a mind.

"Rested enough? Now we actually practice the body arts."

"...Understood."

I was still exhausted. I didn't complain. Where in this life was anything not hard? You clenched your teeth and kept going. That ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠was how you grew.

I got up, and we moved down a passage until a vast hollow opened out ahead of us.

"Simulation training ground. A place where you can fight all kinds of demonic beasts, virtually."

"...Are we just allowed to walk into a place like this?"

"A-rank and up can use it, so it's fine. You can bring one companion."

I looked around. It was an adult game, so the Association's basement had barely been mentioned at all — I hadn't known. And even if it had been mentioned, it wouldn't have been important or memorable enough. I would have forgotten.

"The way I see it, you need a body art built around speed."

"Speed?"

"Yeah. A build like yours would normally choose to attack while taking the hits. But the things we have to fight aren't ordinary humans, are they? So we focus on speed."

"......"

It made sense. Right now my body was at the level of an ordinary person who worked out hard.

"You defend as much as you can with the wings, and your body art handles the attack that comes after. Spear and shield. We're splitting the roles."

And so the lecture on body arts began in earnest. Honestly, they called it body technique, but it was fair to just call it martial arts. Striking, boxing, taekwondo — arts of that kind.

"What matters most is taking the opponent down efficiently, with as little force as possible. An ordinary person's body is going to have limits."

Saying so, she smiled at me wide open, completely unguarded.

"I'll hold still. Think carefully about whatever you judge to be a weak point, and hit me with everything you've got."

"...Will you be all right?"

"I'm fine. My body's the kind that doesn't come apart even if a missile hits it."

No. That wasn't the issue.

I already know where the so-called weak points are.

I could finally tell what the scent drifting off her body was.

Pheromones... this isn't a human. This is an actual beast.

Without even knowing it, she had been spraying pheromones meant to lure males. The more she exercised, the more she moved, the thicker that scent became, until I caught it. Which meant she had been walking around, utterly unaware, advertising please fuck me.

...An A-rank Hero, and she can't control even this?

I couldn't understand it at all. And the more of those pheromones I breathed in, the more her sexual weak points began to show themselves, however faintly. Not that I could literally see them. I was reading the places where the pheromones poured out most thickly, and taking those for the weak points.

Lower belly, nipples, pussy, ass, tail, ears, earlobes... you might as well say her whole body is one erogenous zone.

Among them, the tail and the ears were overwhelming. Aiming for those would be impossible, but the gap between them and every other spot was on another level entirely.

Then the most suitable place, right now, is there.

I made my decision and dropped into a stance at once.

"You've decided? Good. An attack that can land a heavy blow with as little force as—"

Whoosh!

Before she could finish, I beat my wings, took on a measure of thrust, and charged. At that speed I was in front of her nose in an instant. I drove strength through my legs and waist and accelerated my upper body. Strength through torso and shoulders, and I accelerated again. Then strength through my arm, one last burst piled on top of the rest. At the end of it I set my hand like a blade and drove it straight at her.

Tok.

And yet my fingertips stopped at nothing more than a light touch against her lower belly.

"Ahaha. That's all you've—?"

She laughed, understanding nothing. But the true nature of this attack was one of the simple techniques she herself had taught me — one of the only ones I had ever successfully pulled off. It was my first time doing it properly. I had no idea whether it would truly take. I did it anyway.

A measured shock sank into ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠her lower abdomen and reached a woman's most precious place. Then her womb shivered, trembling as if a low-frequency massager were working it over.

"O-ohgok♥♥"

A vulgar cry tore out of her, beastlike, the same sound as that moment in the hotel, and her waist bent like a bow. Pshaa—! Her leggings soaked through, and she squirted, spraying her juices like a water gun.