How Does Brother Namgung Know About Used Condoms…?
"……What is this……?"
What Brother Namgung held out was a transparent little pouch, swollen full with a white substance.
He pressed the pouch into my hand himself and explained,
"This, you see, is something called a piyingtu—made from a raw material known as rubber, imported from the Americas. The locals over there call it a condom."
Brother Namgung puffed out his chest and gave a proud little shrug of his shoulders.
"You… bought this in Miss Arin's homeland?"
When I touched the slick surface of the transparent pouch, the half-solid, milky contents inside shifted against my palm.
Whoa… it's still warm…
Squish, squish—
Drawn in by that strange sensation, I found myself absently kneading the condom. Brother Namgung watched me and smirked.
"Heh. Seems you like it. Good."
"…Hah! N-no, it's just… the texture is, how should I put it… really peculiar…"
As I stammered out excuses, Brother Namgung gave my shoulder a couple of firm pats.
"If it stirs something in you, untie the knot when you're alone and have a taste of what's inside. You might already know the flavor…"
"……?"
I tilted my head at his explanation, and he cleared his throat.
"Ahem. In any case, enjoy yourself. Once you've tasted the contents, you should be able to release your yin energy on your own. I'll remove the heart plug after that."
"……What?! You're not taking it out now?!"
I yelped in shock at the declaration, but Brother Namgung remained as immovable as ever.
"Unless you can manage a female climax by yourself while out on a stroll, absolutely not. In the end this is a problem of your own making for neglecting your training in the Femboy Divine Art. …Anyway, have a pleasant time."
"W-wait, Brother Namguuuung…!"
And so Brother Namgung mercilessly drove me out, leaving me no choice but to return to my room just as I was.
"…Haaah…. There was a lot of fuss, but somehow I made it back…"
My room at the inn already felt like a second home. The moment I stepped inside, the tension drained out of me all at once.
I hurriedly stripped off the embarrassing skirt, changed into something else, and sank comfortably into a chair. At least sitting didn't make the plug's stimulation any worse.
Only then did the worries—both immediate and future—begin to creep in.
"Ugh…… what a life. I have to do this every single day? How am I supposed to survive…?"
Someone once called it the law of conservation of worry. Freed, if only temporarily, from the ordeal of cross-dressing, I was about to sink into fretting over the dreadful future of daily cross-dressed plug walks when—
Zzt, zzt—
"Hyaah…?!"
A jolt of electricity from the plug yanked my mind out of the side-path of anxiety and slammed it back into reality.
"Nngh… haah…. Come to think of it, this thing stuck in my ass is a problem too…"
I had almost forgotten its presence while drowning in worry, but the jewel-handled plug was still firmly lodged in my anus—impossible to remove on my own.
And Brother Namgung's condition was "climax by yourself"… something I had never once managed since being forced into the chastity belt.
"…Right, Brother Namgung told me to try this…"
Lulled by the comfort of my sanctuary, I had completely forgotten—until the current from the plug brought the "rubber pouch full of white half-solid" back to mind.
"Mmm… he called this a piyingtu, or condom, right?"
Squish, squish—
The springy feel of the white contents inside the condom was strangely similar to the slime toys the children played with in the marketplace. Kneading it left me with a peculiar feeling.
"Untie the knot and taste the contents… huh."
Following Brother Namgung's words, I carefully undid the knot of the rubber pouch and brought the opening to my nose.
"Sniff—"
What flooded my nostrils was a thick, suspicious… fishy scent.
"Ah, this is…?!"
It was the smell of a male—the kind that put a female into heat.
"No way, Brother Namgung told me to taste this…?! …Before that, where did he even get it?"
My face burned scarlet at the lewd odor rising from the condom. I shuddered and raised my arm to fling the semen-filled thing away.
"…………."
Squeeze—
"Ugh…"
Yet for some reason I couldn't let go of the semen-filled condom.
"Gulp……."
And at the male scent still lingering in my nose, saliva slid down my throat before I could stop it.
What rose in my mind as I swallowed was the oral sex with Young Hero Geungwang.
And… the naked bodies of handsome men drawn in the spring picture book.
"…That's right. The spring picture book—I got it from Brother Namgung…"
Flutter—
I picked up the spring picture book I had tossed aside the moment I entered the room and flipped through the pages as if entranced. The lewd fantasies I had spun at the book rental shop began to surface once more.
"Haah, haah… ah…?"
But the slick sensation of the condom I still held between thumb and forefinger so the contents wouldn't spill, and the pressure of the chastity belt restraining my straining erection, kept my mind from fully sinking into that imaginary world….
"Gulp…"
When I came back to myself, it looked for all the world as if I were about to use the condom and the spring picture book as side dishes for masturbation.
"………I-if I throw it, it'll dirty the room, and if I sneak it out and get caught Brother Namgung might get angry…"
Unable to bring myself to put the contents straight into my mouth, I made pointless excuses to the empty air—and poured the condom's contents onto my tongue.
"Haaang….♡"
A soft, yielding texture.
And the male scent spreading through my mouth.
Holding the half-solid semen in my oral cavity without swallowing, I thoroughly savored the salty, bitter taste.
In my head, the oral sex with Young Hero Geungwang began replaying in vivid detail once more.
"Hnnngh… mmph….♡"
Squeeze, squeeze—
The plug neither vibrated nor shocked me for a while, yet simply clenching my hole around it was enough stimulation that the front of my clothes was already soaked past dampness into a flood of pre-cum.
"Mmph… hnn…♡"
And the moment the Young Hero Geungwang of my imagination spilled his semen into my mouth—
"Gulp—"
I swallowed the semen I had been rolling around on my tongue for so long.
Vrrrrrrr—
As if answering that act, the plug that had been gently pressing against my hole began to vibrate furiously.
"…Haah, h-haah…! Ooh, ohoooh…♡"
Spurt— spuuurt—
Climax from drinking semen—from taking yang energy into my body.
"Hoooh… ooh… nnghhooh…♡♡"
Through the mirror opposite the chair I caught a glimpse of myself: tongue lolling, eyes rolled back in an utterly disgraceful expression, waist and thighs trembling violently, while a thin thread of milky prostatic fluid dribbled endlessly from the chastity belt.
"Um, Brother Namgung…"
I called from outside his door, and an answer came almost at once.
"Ah. It's you. The door's open—come in."
I shuffled awkwardly inside. Brother Namgung was already wearing that sly grin that said he knew exactly what I had done.
"Judging by that look, you must have succeeded at a female climax. Well? How was the experience of drinking essence? I already know, so answer honestly."
"Wellll…… i-it wasn't bad, I gueeess…?"
I answered while deliberately avoiding his gaze. Brother Namgung smiled in satisfaction.
"As I thought, this wasn't your first time…? I won't ask whose you drank."
Surely he doesn't actually know about me and Young Hero Geungwang……?
I kept my eyes averted and stayed silent. Brother Namgung prodded me on.
"Now then. Drop your trousers and lie face-down on the bed. Of course, if you insist on keeping the plug in, I won't stop you…"
"No no…! Please take it out already…!"
Swallowing my shame, I climbed onto the bed, got on all fours like a cat, and thrust my hips out. I heard Brother Namgung suck in a sharp breath, as if slightly flustered.
"……Mmm, looking at you in that position, as expected…"
"………?"
"……Ahem. Pay it no mind. Then… I'll pull it out."
Brother Namgung's hands worked over the plug this way and that until a mechanical click sounded.
And then….
Schluup—
"Hoo…oh…♡"
The plug that had been ravaging my hole with vibration and electricity for well over two hours finally slid smoothly free of my anus.
Yet because of the thickness designed to keep it from slipping out on its own, the rim of my hole was stimulated as it left, and my waist convulsed in a violent tremor.
"The way the hole pouts so pitifully the instant the plug is removed… truly the makings of a peerless vessel. And… at this rate, it won't be long before the hole splits vertically. A most desirable development."
Brother Namgung muttered something incomprehensible, but after the plug's removal I was left face-down on the bed, shuddering at the inexplicable emptiness of my hole. I had no strength left to call him on it.
About half an hour after the plug came out, I collected myself, straightened my clothes, and still carrying that lingering sense of hollowness, went downstairs with Brother Namgung to the first-floor dining hall. We had just sat facing each other at a table when—
"Great Hero, here—someone asked me to deliver this letter…"