Chapter 6
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 6
Chapter Title: Goblin Forest and the Mage (4)
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Lightning-fast. An unfamiliar sensation shakes my foggy mind. Unconsciously, strength surges into my waist. Mmph, ngh. My scream, buried in her massive breasts, devolves into a breath warming her skin.
"G-Good boy, it's okay, I'll m-make it feel better real quick..."
A sweet, drowsy voice tickles my ear. Her drawn-out words at the end scramble my thoughts.
Blind as I am right now, all I know is that something long and slender is brushing against my cock.
Whenever I try to hold back the pleasure climbing up my waist, her skin's scent rattles my mind. If I try to hold my breath, Moon Hayeon notices like a ghost and teasingly scrapes her nails along my inner thighs, making even that impossible.
"Mm, the, the foreskin is intact too..."
The tug on my foreskin lifts my hips again. She pinches the thin skin between her thumb and index finger, rubbing it obsessively.
After pressing down on my foreskin with her fingertips for a while, she lets go with a pop. I flop back less than a handspan, exhaling with a shaky "Hoo, haa." My breath, blocked by her flesh, finally escapes.
"You seem to like it, s-sorry about that... B-But touching it like this is uncomfortable for both of us..."
The hand pressing my head loosens. My head slowly pulls away.
Her dress was soaked with wet stains across the chest. Only then did I realize tears were streaming down my face.
"W-Why are you crying...? Did it hurt...?"
Moon Hayeon asks in a fidgety voice. I couldn't answer. It was too confusing—I felt disappointed.
Peeking at my expression, she clenches her fist as if resolving something. She folds her outstretched legs and kneels between my thighs again.
"I-It'll feel better after you cum once..."
"N-Nooo..."
I couldn't even control my jaw or tongue. My pounding heart made the freshly spreading paralytic poison take effect again.
My senses stayed sharp, though. Leaning against the wall, I rolled only my eyes to look up at her.
She kept gripping and releasing my cock, repeating the motion. Her face was deadly serious, like she was studying the best way to hold it.
It would've been funny enough to laugh at, but I couldn't. One wrong twitch, and it was over. This woman wasn't right in the head. No one was scarier than someone unpredictable.
The repeated stimulation had my cock fully swollen, ready to burst.
But I'd endure.
Just like my resolve in front of the Hunter Management Bureau, I'd become a famous hunter and achieve my dream.
I definitely would...
"L-Like this?"
"Hiiik...!"
Her ring and middle fingers form a circle, joined by her thumb, wrapping around me. Fluid surges up from the base—I tense my whole body instinctively.
A pathetic groan escapes. Somehow, the leaking fluid stops midway. More than the frustration of not finishing, I was mortified at how sensitive my body was to mere touch.
"F-Felt good? So cute..."
Moon Hayeon's face brightens. She smiles with her lips quirked up and starts slowly stroking up and down.
"Ow, it hurts! It hurts!"
Her delicate fingers gripped tight. It felt like rubbing against a hard metal ring.
It made holding back easy, but the pain didn't vanish. As my limp legs thrashed and I shrieked shrilly, she panicked again and pulled her hand away.
"O-Okay, I didn't know it'd be this sensitive... S-Sorry, I'll be gentle..."
She grasps me again. This time, the complete opposite.
Shh, shh, shh.
The faint sound of skin brushing skin echoes in the narrow cave. The ridges on her fingers and palm tease my erect cock softly.
"Ngh, heh, hit, hii..."
A touch so gentle it wouldn't register normally. But now, it was different.
Teasing pleasure rises from the root. My balls churn actively, prepped to release.
Moon Hayeon watches me worriedly. Yet every time her fingers brush it, she glances down to check its state, then back up. Repeat.
"Hrgh, eut, mm... Ah, ugh..."
Cheap moans leak out—sounds I wouldn't believe were mine. Semen pools halfway up my urethra, surging with pleasure ready to escape.
"Mm, this feels better, huh... W-Want me to touch here too...?"
Her long fingers touch my balls. She spreads each wrinkle, rubs every crevice, gauging my reactions.
Her index traces thick veins up, then down with the padded tip. She lightly squeezes a ball, pressing rhythmically like milking a dropper.
"Hooooot...! Ah, huaa, ah, hng, mm, ah!"
Choppy groans burst from my mouth. I might as well be livestock. Her squeezing motions urged me to seed like a beast—rough, but irresistible pleasure.
Moon Hayeon's breathing grows ragged. Her flushed eyes, slightly glazed, drink in my crumbling form.
Our eyes meet. Her lips move faintly. Soundlessly smiling, she mouths her intent.
'Cum. Cum. Let it all out.'
Splurt! Spluuurt, spluuuurt!
No strength left to buck my hips. No spare thought for my expression. I just let her milk me, spraying semen thicker than I'd ever produced into the air.
Even the bit holding my waist drains away. I crumple, sliding down the wall on my back.
Anyone seeing me sprawled on the dirt floor would laugh. Elbows and knees bent, fingertips twitching, unable to escape the aftershocks—I looked more dog than man.
My lower belly's wet. Fluid reached past my navel. She pauses stroking, then reaches slowly.
"W-Wow, so much came out. Super sticky. Felt good...? Huh?"
Her hand stops rubbing my dipped navel. Her eyes aren't on me. Precisely—staring at a point between us, in the air.
Like reading text, her pupils shift left to right. Leisurely. Slowly. Then suddenly, they fix on me.
...Buff skills display notifications to the target too.
"Seeding... So you had a skill like that...?"
A chilling pressure, incomparable to before, radiates from her grinning face. Her stats boosted, amplifying her presence.
I could only resign myself and watch her hand extend slowly.
*
"Got it, right?"
Late evening. A dim alley by the subway station. Moon Hayeon shows Park Jungwoo her phone screen.
It's a photo of him. ID on his thigh, lower body a mess of fluids, face drowned in ecstasy.
Despite her casual tone, Park Jungwoo keeps his head down, eyes averted from the screen.
"S-Rank skill, p-performance like that... If I spread rumors... You know what happens...?"
What terrifies him? She's making threats with a fake-sorry face. Though the real reason's bigger.
How could he preach after hours of being fucked like an animal?
"Yes... I'll come when called. Answer contacts right away. Right?"
He recites the conditions resignedly—he's heard them plenty. A satisfied smile graces her lips. Good boy, that's right. She mouths it, awkwardly patting his head.
"I-I have your number and address... Oh, one more. When I visit, open the door. Got it?"
She waves her phone—you know what happens otherwise. Sly as can be.
She leaves, turning back repeatedly. Park Jungwoo waves awkwardly from the spot until she's gone, then collapses.
Her phone wallpaper's now her selfie—with him as backdrop. Her creepy grin makes his abused waist ache every time.
Time: 6:59. Staring blankly at his phone, mulling his fate, a minute flies by.
New general skill created!
Suddenly, a status window pops up. Bewilderment flickers in his eyes.
General skills form through various paths. Repeating actions, gaining insights. Extremes with strong tendencies might spawn unique ones alongside.
But he wasn't doing anything now. Why? He opens the skill window with his eyes.
His eyes widen hugely. He springs up, face lit like he's about to cheer. Endurance. Among low-rank skills, it's hailed as one of the most efficient.
"Worth it!"
Yeah. Sure, fucked like a dog, held hostage by contacts and skills, got some weird obsession. But today's ordeal wasn't for nothing!
But his bright face clouds with anxiety in seconds.
Adjusting skill...
Review: Unique skill. Behavior.
Unique skill's Seeding, past 24 hours mostly sleep and rapier. On the receiving end, of course. Even a good skill like Endurance might not go the right way...
In less than 24 hours, you formed and broke a resolve.
No resistance shown in the process is a lifelong shame, but in a way, wise.
You feel less aversion to forced acts by others.
His jaw drops anew, for different reasons. An unheard-of skill, and pointlessly high rank.
"Less than 24 hours" stings.
7 PM. Yesterday at this hour, he'd steeled himself before the Hunter Management Bureau. Shattered in under 24 hours.
He slumps again. Hugs his knees. Face buried in dirt-smeared arms—like a homeless man.
"Fuck my life..."
Sniffle.
One thing clear after three days.
Moon Hayeon is way crazier than I thought.