93. Call Me [Redacted]
Evan was still a virgin.
Ever since he’d nearly spent a heated time with Seolhyang at No-Sword Castle, nothing like that had happened even once. This was largely due to Evan’s superhuman senses. His perception, transcending ordinary cognition, was so acute it could detect enemy attacks faster than sound. In other words, the sensations he felt when touching baby-soft skin that had never once been exposed to the world were more intense than any Transcendent in the entire world could experience.
“─Hnngh!”
“Hehe, Master. It’s alright. Just close your eyes. Take a deep breath.”
“Pe, Penelope. I’m…”
He wasn’t ready yet. Before Evan could say that, Penelope’s finger tapped his lips, silencing him. Her soft fingertip brushed against his mouth, then drifted to stroke his cheek.
“There’s nothing to fear. It’s something to enjoy. Of course, everything feels scary and frightening at first…”
Penelope, her face flushed crimson, looked down at Evan with an expression of barely contained desire.
“Trust me. Master.”
In the next moment, Penelope’s hand began its slow journey from his thigh to his hips, then up to his stomach. Every path her touch traced felt exquisitely detailed. When Evan had first entered Monghwanhyang from the capital, he’d never felt such softness—such tactile sensitivity from skin against skin. What drove him further mad was the unknown pleasure that followed a beat after her fingers swept across his skin.
“Pe, Penelope? Something’s wrong… I feel like you have two hands…”
“Oh? You noticed? Hmm… I suppose I can’t perfectly deceive a Transcendent after all.”
“Deceive? What do you mean…”
“Right now, in reality—Seolhyang-ssi is mirroring my movements to serve your body.”
“…What?”
Evan stared at Penelope as if he couldn’t believe her. His real body was being conquered too. But Penelope, seemingly captivated by how irresistible his disbelief looked, suddenly pressed her body against his. She clung to him, their cheeks nearly touching. Every time the fabric of her clothes brushed his skin, maddening sensations shot from his toes to the crown of his head.
“Hehe, Master. You’re so lovely. Truly… unbearably so.”
Penelope brought her mouth right to his ear, slowly licking his ear canal before biting his earlobe. She looked down at Evan, who stood dazed and speechless with a flushed face, and spoke.
“I told you then, didn’t I? I’d ruin your sexual walls completely. I’d corrupt your entire concept of sex so you’d never forget us.”
She’d discarded even the maid-like act she’d once performed with more seriousness. Now she poured out her true feelings.
Penelope slowly began unbuttoning her blouse.
“Nothing’s changed. I’ll make you regret it. Master.”
And then, the demon who could corrupt even Transcendents descended upon Evan.
Seolhyang looked down at Evan lying before her, recalling the time she’d entered Monghwanhyang. The owner of the business card she’d met back then—Penelope—had shared a startling revelation.
“Your Master has a constitution that can’t feel pleasure from succubi. Unfortunately… even I, a genius succubus, can’t give such a person ultimate pleasure.”
“So, what do you say? We work together.”
Penelope had made a devilishly tempting offer. Seolhyang, already at her lowest, couldn’t refuse.
Penelope would stimulate Evan in the dream world using sight, sound, and scent, while Seolhyang would compensate for the senses dulled by her curse in reality. Evan’s virginity in the dream world belonged to Penelope, but his real-world virginity was Seolhyang’s to claim.
It bothers me that she gets to see his face…
But if she didn’t do this, she couldn’t take Evan. There was no choice. Evan had reacted too sensitively, and after that first time, he’d avoided her out of fear. Now that he was in the dream world, he couldn’t escape. Of course, Evan might reject her after the shock… but by then, her womb would already hold his child.
“─Evan.”
Following the signal Penelope sent through their minds, Seolhyang slowly pressed her body against Evan’s, feeling his warmth. He was already trembling all over without her even doing anything—adorable, like a freshly caught fish. Seolhyang climbed onto his wriggling body and, just as Penelope was undressing in the dream world, she slowly shed her own clothes.
“This is your fault. If you hadn’t made me fall for you…”
Evan wriggled as her clothes slipped away. Penelope sent a quick signal through their minds. Seolhyang moved first, before Penelope could begin.
Evan, disoriented by the disconnect between reality and dream, began to release. Feeling his warm warmth, Seolhyang smiled and moved up and down…
***
[Hnngh, haaah…! Hahat-!]
“He really wasn’t a virgin after all.”
“Huh?”
“No, never mind.”
Mirinae, who’d gone shopping with Anya, heard the sounds coming from inside the mansion and made a bewildered face. But only for a moment. Turning to Anya, she felt a sense of duty to protect this pure girl from corruption.
“Ah—! Right! I forgot to buy something!”
“Umm… what? We bought everything on the list…”
“I don’t know what, but I forgot something! Let’s go, Anya!”
“But Master’s meal…”
“It’s fine, it’s fine! If we’re late, Seolhyang will prepare it! Or what, do you not trust Seolhyang?”
Dragged back to the market by Mirinae’s strength, Anya stomped her feet as Mirinae dragged her feet through the stalls. They returned home three hours later than planned. Anya, spewing resentment at Mirinae, rushed straight to the kitchen.
“Honestly! You made us late, Mirinae-ssi!”
Watching Anya frantically prepare dinner, Mirinae cautiously climbed the stairs. As she reached the top, Seolhyang emerged slowly from Evan’s room, her legs trembling.
“─Ah, Mirinae-ssi.”
“…How long were you in there? The kid’s gonna starve.”
“I’m sorry. Could I… ask you to clean up?”
Mirinae sighed at Seolhyang’s flushed, shaking form and nodded, urging her to bathe quickly. After thanking Mirinae, Seolhyang went back inside, scooped up the sleeping Evan, and headed to the bath.
As they passed, a distinctive scent tickled Mirinae’s nose.
Ugh— that smell. How much did they do…?
Pinching her nose, Mirinae entered Evan’s room and swallowed hard at the puddle in the center of the bed. Sweat and sticky saliva coated the sheets. But there was no denying most of it came from Evan alone.
“Wh, whoa— is, is he sane? That guy?”
Mirinae suddenly remembered Seolhyang had taken Evan away. Had she tried to kill him? But only for a moment—worried Anya might come up and see the mess, Mirinae immediately summoned a spirit to freeze the fluids on the sheets and mattress. She tossed the solidified mess out the window and used a fire spirit to incinerate it completely. Only then did she exhale, taking slow, deep breaths.
“Hnngh—!”
But the scent of three hours of pounding didn’t vanish so easily. Still overwhelmed by the room’s lewd odor, Mirinae pinched her nose and slowly sank to the floor. Then, she buried her face in the bed. The intense smell filled her nostrils.
When had she last smelled something this strong? It felt like ages ago—back when her virginity had been torn away in war and then regenerated.
“Haaah, haaah— really.”
With her face buried in the bed, Mirinae cautiously moved her hand downward. Anya was preparing dinner, so she couldn’t linger long… but it was fine. With this kind of material, it wouldn’t take long. Just the smell could make her pregnant.
“Hnngh, khh, hss—.”
Bitng the sheets to stifle her moans, Mirinae’s body soon began to tremble. She came to her senses when she heard Anya climbing the stairs.
***
Those who wield swords well are called swordmasters.
Then I can call myself this:
Sexmaster.
Call me Sexmaster.
“Hehe, hehehe.”
That was the day I lost my virginity and understood the beauty of the world, yin and yang, the taiji, and the preciousness of life.
It was summer.