It Does React After All
Whatever Repis might have been thinking, my take on her was simple.
- She's dangerous, so calm her down.
- Use every means available to keep this dangerous entity known as Repis in check.
There were no feelings involved in the process. Things just got out of hand while I was tormenting her. I got hard, so I fucked her. How could I hold back when a virgin bitch was straight-up begging me to shove my dick in her? And this was the first excitement I'd felt in three years! It was a rush I hadn't experienced in so long that I felt a twinge of self-loathing. Even if the object of it was Repis, I couldn't stem the flood of arousal crashing over me.
"Why... you and I..." Repis's pupils trembled.
"We've mixed our bodies, haven't we?"
"You don't seriously imagine that just screwing makes us lovers, do you?"
"...What?"
"You came to me begging for it, and I obliged. That's all. You just wanted to feel that thrill again—the one from after our first fight."
The Repis who'd come crawling to me wasn't after love or emotional intimacy. She craved physical release. Like pouring water into a bottomless jar to fill an unquenchable void—that's why she'd sought me out. And I'd indulged her desire. Where was there room for affection in any of that?
"You knew that. And the fact that you're here now..." I pressed hard into her breast. "...isn't it just because you want to fuck? My body's the goal, nothing more."
"Nngh..."
Repis couldn't argue. It wasn't wrong. She'd come seeking the new heights Do-jin had shown her during their coupling. To her, ignorant of sex, Do-jin was a fresh teacher. No mage dared instruct Repis, so a "teacher" was an absolute authority. And the pleasure he'd given her was something she could never reach alone. If she could have climaxed like that on her own, she wouldn't have come begging so desperately. No matter how she stabbed at herself with the dildo he'd given her, she couldn't get that sparkling clarity, that blessed rush lighting up her vision. She wanted it again—that's why she'd come to him.
Yeah. Just like he said, she'd come for his body. A base, carnal urge. Unthinkable for Repis, who poured her soul into intellectual pursuits. Yeah, the old Repis—before she knew a man's taste, a woman's joy—might have been like that. But that Repis was dead. Now that she'd tasted it, she couldn't move on mere curiosity.
"Y-Yeah. Your body is the goal. That sensation from before... I want to feel it again."
Repis shuddered as she confessed to Do-jin. Shameful. Even now, picturing his naked body right in front of her made her crotch wet, and she hated herself for it. She wanted it. Lock the convenience store door right now and devour his body to her heart's content.
"Hah... hah..."
Her breathing grew ragged. Just standing near Do-jin had her wildly aroused. The faint masculine scent piercing the convenience store's unique aroma stabbed at her nose. Pop pop—excitement bursting her brain cells, sharpening her senses. All because of Do-jin. The moment she saw him, everything felt hypersensitive. If someone touched her shoulder, she'd probably let out an embarrassing moan.
"So just once—please..."
I want it. I want it so bad. I want to fuck like crazy. Please, just give it to me.
Do-jin, oblivious to her desperate plea, simply stared at her in silence.
"If you really want it that bad, at least doll yourself up enough to get me excited. Looking like this..."
Do-jin scanned her up and down with impassive eyes.
"...it kills any urge I might have."
Repis looked down at herself. Shirt buttons half-done, disheveled; sleeves wrinkled and untouched; collar unflipped. And that was just the shirt. Her skirt was twisted from putting it on wrong, socks mismatched. Shoes were fine, but with the top half a mess, they looked out of place. This was how she'd come? Her? Always impeccably dressed, showing only her best side?
Seeing herself, Repis went blank. Her head cleared. What the hell had she done? All for a taste of pleasure. Showing up in this unseemly state just to beg a man to fuck her. She'd lost her mind. Unacceptable for her rational self.
"If you want to beg for it, shouldn't you at least make yourself worth wanting?"
He wasn't wrong. To be embraced by a man, she had to become a woman worthy of him. Not shaking her ass like some cheap slut.
"But..." Repis looked up at Do-jin. "...didn't you like cheap sluts like this?"
You only fucked me after I was stripped naked, gagged, limbs bound—after tormenting me forever. You like broken, vulgar women, don't you?
Do-jin shook his head.
"Sorry, but I prefer pure, innocent types."
"What?"
She stared at him, mouth agape.
"Then why'd you fuck me when I was a total wreck?"
"'Cause you got me hard enough back then."
"...Not now?"
"Nope. Not now. So give up and go home."
Even if he did fuck her, it had to be controlled. If he jumped her every time she showed up, granted every whim, she'd get spoiled. To control her, he had to be ready to push her away—even when she came begging. Letting her run wild defeated the purpose. Even if it was just emotionless sex. Once she got hooked...
Well, if she spiraled again, it'd be a real problem.
"Nngh..."
"Either come looking all pure and innocent, or make me so horny I have to pin you down. Pick one."
"Make you horny..."
Clenching her fists like she'd made up her mind, Repis declared,
"Fine. I get it. I'll do whatever. I'll make you so desperate you'll have no choice but to ravage me."
She shouted it like a vow and stormed out. A glistening trail of fluid caught the light on her thigh as she went.
I watched her leave the store and let out a sigh of relief.
"Dodged a bullet."
If not for the counter between us, she'd have noticed. How seeing Repis show up at our store in that disheveled state had stirred me—just a little. Down in my pants, the dick that never reacted to dirty jokes or lewd scenarios unless it was a virgin...
It had twitched at the sight of Repis, who'd taken my virginity. A tiny change, barely more than morning wood—embarrassing to even call it that—but I'd felt it. Still limp as ever, sure. But definitely different from its dead response to other non-virgins.
It does react after all.
To virgins I've been with, at least.
But what the hell is she planning with that resolve? Something told me to brace for next time.
Morning sunlight filtered through the window, tickling Sylvia's face.
"Mm..."
She didn't want to get up. Her body felt heavy today, the blankets so cozy—she just wanted to stay put.
"Milady, time to rise."
A familiar voice from outside. Who? Did she have someone to wake her? Eyes closed, savoring the peace, but the door opened and someone entered.
"It's time to wake up, Lady."
A cheesy line in a skin-crawling voice—from a man. Sylvia rubbed her eyes and sat up. Who...?
Her bleary vision caught...
"Eh?"
"What's wrong, milady?"
"S-Store manager?"
"Such strange talk. Didn't we agree you'd call me Do-jin?"
"Wh-Why are you here... right now...?"
"Even your surprise is adorable."
Do-jin's smile as he gazed at her was warmer than anyone's.
"N-No. What about the store? And how'd you get my house passcode...?"
"We're family now—what's with the fuss?"
"...Huh?"
"Still wanna sleep more?"
Sylvia couldn't process this. Why was the store manager acting like this all of a sudden? Had he taken bad meds?
"Sto...re manager?"
"Sigh, they say beauties need their beauty sleep—but not today. Busy schedule, so time for desperate measures."
Do-jin wrapped his arms around her waist. Suddenly so close, Sylvia's eyes widened. Close enough to feel his breath. From that intimate distance, he leaned in slowly.
Sylvia shut her eyes without thinking.
"We shouldn't... shouldn't..."
Beep. Beep beep. Beep beep beep.
Huh? Sylvia's eyes snapped open to an empty room and her familiar ceiling.
"Wha? Whaaat?!"
I dreamed about the store manager?! No way, impossible!
Ding-a-ling.
"Welcome... to DG Convenience Store."
Sylvia greeted the customer with a drowsy nod.
"Sis, you okay?"
Elena, manning the counter beside her, asked worriedly.
"Yeah, fine..."
"I know a fatigue-busting drink if you wanna try?"
"You mean Hot Seven, right?"
"Eh? You've had it too?"
"Duh."
"Isn't it amazing? Just one sip and you're wide awake. I used to chug it at home for all-night study sessions."
"Study? You've started studying?"
"A bit ago. Can't take this convenience store gig at face value anymore. There's this weird depth to it, y'know?"
"Ah."
Elena beamed innocently. Sylvia knew why she was hitting the books.
"That's to stick around the store manager longer, right?"
"Yep! Hehe."
Seeing her like that weighed on Sylvia's heart. Knowing Elena's genuine crush on the manager made her reflect deeper on her own feelings.
What should I do?
"So, rough night or what?"
"Uh, yeah... kinda..."
Truth was, she couldn't tell Elena the sleepless night was the manager's fault. Images kept replaying: him going to Evergarden for her, serving a fancy dinner. Suited up, smiling at her. She'd tossed and turned over it.
'Time for dinner, Lady.'
'Such strange talk. Didn't we agree you'd call me Do-jin?'
'Even your surprise is adorable.'
And dream-Do-jin spouted cringey lines like that. And at the end...
"Nngh..."
Her face flushed crimson. He had looked hot serving dinner that night.
'But not that hot...'
Dream-Do-jin acted like they were married. A wedding dream? What kind of joke was this? She knew Elena liked the manager.
It's just a fluke. Temporary confusion. That's all.
Don't overthink it.
"I've started studying again."
Sylvia lied through her teeth. Picking up studies after the academy expulsion.
"For real?!"
Elena's thrilled face stung Sylvia's chest. Sorry, Elena. Weird dream's fault. But I'll help push you two together for sure.