The Only Way (3)
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"Haa, huh, huh. Haaah...♡"
My ragged breathing slowly began to even out. The orgasm hammering at my head was receding little by little. That peculiar sense of emptiness, that post-climax clarity, was creeping back into place and dragging my mind with it, but the heat in my body still hadn’t gone away.
Still sensitive. Too sensitive. If I touched the wrong place, it would flare right back up again.
This was a ruined body.
It was the worst, disgusting, something that should never have happened. Just now, Kang Juhyuk had thrown himself on me, that piece of trash, and I’d come within a hair’s breadth of being raped.
My chest had been groped, my waist had been groped, my stomach had been groped, my sex had been groped, and then my opening had been brushed—before the tip of his cock was rubbed against the flesh of my pussy.
I hadn’t been able to do a single thing in response.
A body that had lost its blessing was nothing more than an ordinary woman. No—less than that. How could it be this weak?
I’d reached the point where I would have had to fight an elementary school kid just to overpower them.
Choi Eunho’s body hadn’t been like this.
Even without the blessing, even without mana, it had been a body trained enough for a man’s standards.
That was the only way a D-class hunter like Choi Eunho had survived in the first place.
While I still had the blessing, I hadn’t even realized I’d lost all that conditioning. But the moment this body, already hot with lust, lost its strength, I understood just how helpless it really was.
Without the blessing, this body was far too weak.
Weak enough that even while this joke of a man was fondling me, all I could do was squirm.
There was no way I would have been able to stop him if he’d actually forced his way inside.
Kang Juhyuk, that piece of trash, was so much more pathetic than I’d imagined that he’d stopped just shy of that. Maybe it was his first time touching a woman, because he was so worked up he couldn’t even satisfy me; instead of holding himself back, he’d crudely torn at my breasts and rubbed his body against mine.
If I’d been any other woman, the pain alone would have blown away whatever arousal had just been building.
His touch was so hopelessly clumsy it killed the mood in an instant.
And then he’d pulled his cock out and rubbed it against my pussy, only to ejaculate before he’d even gotten it in.
That wasn’t even premature ejaculation.
It was the absolute bottom of the barrel when it came to sexual ability.
Most virgins would probably have been better than this.
It was only because the one he was with was me that things had turned out okay.
I’d lost the power to wield the blessing, but its protection remained, so I hadn’t been hurt and I hadn’t felt pain. His rough hands had come back to me only as pleasure. My body was so sensitive that even the touch of semen alone could push me to climax, which was why I’d been able to come even after that shoddy ejaculation.
...Unbelievable. This body.
Just as instinct had told me, the switch for this body’s climax was semen.
What I’d thought was climax while I’d been fingering myself had never been the real thing at all; it had only been building up layers of a bomb-like orgasm.
There was a little satisfaction in it, but once the body’s accumulated hunger crossed the line, no amount of satisfaction could ever truly relieve it.
Only when semen triggered those stacks of sensation—when it set off that bomb of climax—did this body finally feel satisfied and begin the real orgasm.
And only after the semen had been spilled and the chain-reaction burst of pleasure had run its course could I sink into a true orgasm and finally have a real climax.
Only then could I recover myself.
This wasn’t the way a human body was supposed to climax.
To realize this body wasn’t human in a way like this...
Being the daughter of that thing was, without question, something alien.
Even the algorithm for my body’s sexual pleasure wasn’t human.
...But no matter how much I realized it, no matter how many times I climaxed, reality didn’t change.
The worst was still the worst.
Even after that real orgasm, the blessing still hadn’t returned to my body.
Not yet.
This flesh wouldn’t be satisfied with just one climax.
The desire piled up inside it was demanding several more true orgasms.
That was why.
That was why, in the most miserable way possible, I was now standing here in front of this sexual predator, this rapist, this human piece of trash, this virgin bastard, this sexless loser, Kang Juhyuk...
...and spreading my legs for him, offering my lower body to him.
I was laying out a feast and practically begging him to fuck me.
I was voluntarily offering up my virginity.
Virginity!? Ha! Fucking hell. Me, a virgin?!
Humiliation.
Rage at myself.
Hatred for my helplessness.
A curse on this body.
And even a sneer for that idiot grinning like a monkey, his philtrum stretched long with satisfaction.
Yeah. Happy now? You fucking virgin. Are you thrilled that a woman this good is spreading her legs for you all on her own?
You should be ashamed of yourself. Is this really the time for you to be enjoying it?
A woman should be won with your own hands, not handed to you by circumstance like some kind of meal you gorge on while drooling and dying of pleasure.
It was absurd. He’d never even held a woman before, had no confidence in seducing one, and yet here he was—this loser, this trash, this molester, this creep—busting his load the second his cock brushed my pussy.
Self-disgust followed right behind, because the man I had to lock bodies with at this moment was about as low on the ladder of men as you could possibly get.
But there was nothing I could do.
As the maddening climax faded, reason returned with it, and reason was telling me to swallow the humiliation and finish this as fast as possible.
I had to recover the blessing quickly.
If this body kept rejecting the blessing and stayed in heat like this, game over wouldn’t be far off.
Then the gate dissolution would fail, and I wouldn’t be able to prove I was Choi Eunho.
Even if I were rescued from the gate, I’d just become some pathetic, screwed-up pervert jerking off and begging to be fucked.
And once I was raped and finally regained my senses, it would already be too late.
No one would believe I was Choi Eunho, and no one would cooperate with me.
Which meant that if I wanted to reclaim my body according to the original plan, I’d have to climb all the way back up from the bottom, and the time I’d waste would be disastrous.
I had no intention of losing to instinct, but the delay it caused could be exactly what let him swallow me whole.
Then everybody would end up as the girl.
It was fucking disgusting, but the moment I’d chosen to save Kang Juhyuk, I’d already fallen into instinct’s trap.
This was his setup. His territory. He’d drawn the board here and dragged me into his own home field.
There was no way to win this. I had to accept it.
But...
One day, I’ll definitely wipe you out.
Beyond this humiliation, I’ll erase that instinct of yours and take my body back, no matter what.
Reason, finally returned, told me to accept this one step back and keep moving forward.
Unlike when I’d been ruled by sensation, now that I was coldly clearheaded, I could make the judgment to accept the humiliation.
I could kill Kang Juhyuk after we had sex.
For now, all I had to do was reassure him.
Once I’d had sex with him, once I’d recovered my strength, I could kill him and shut his mouth for good, and no one would ever know.
I could think about the rest after that.
Yes. He was already as good as dead.
A corpse.
So that vicious cock wasn’t a cock at all.
It was just a dildo.
This wasn’t sex. It was masturbation. I was ordering a machine to move its hips.
For climax. To recover myself.
"Hnng..."
Fuck.
That cock is huge...♡
His face was flushed with excitement, and he let out a hard breath through his nose.
As if nothing like what had just happened would ever happen again, Kang Juhyuk was barely steadying his breathing and forcing his excitement down.
That savage cock of his bounced once, then slowly leaned toward me.
The cock.
His cock moved between my thighs and toward my pussy.
I swallowed hard. I couldn’t look away.
His balls touched my pussy.
Just put it in already. Instead, he was showing off the size of his cock and pressing it against my stomach.
That cock that came all the way up to my navel...
"H-Hunter."
Kang Juhyuk’s excited voice.
Disgusting. I didn’t want to hear it.
Whenever I heard that heat-crazed voice of his, my head started burning all over again.
"D-don’t talk to me."
Don’t touch my body.
Don’t look at me.
Just shove your cock in.
All you have to do is ram it into this hole, shake your hips, and cum.
I’ll close my eyes and wait for it to be over.
You’re already dead, so shut up!
"Th-then the condom..."
"The condom?"
Fuck.
I’d forgotten.
My short breathing, my hot, spinning head—the heat, the arousal. It was proof that my desire still hadn’t fully been relieved.
It was proof my reason still hadn’t completely returned.
I’d forgotten about birth control. I’d almost been caught again. If he came inside, what would happen?
Pregnancy...?
Ovulation? Safe days? Menstruation? How did this body even work?
I didn’t know. I’d only been in this body for three or four days. How the hell was I supposed to know something like that?
"You fucking bastard. You were going to rape me, and you were planning to do it without a condom?"
"U-uh... I’m sorry. I was just so turned on a minute ago, and you were so hot, Hunter, I didn’t think about it."
"Nng, don’t say turned on!♡"
My head’s getting messed up.
Shut up!
"We could just do it and I’ll pull out right before I cum."
"Don’t be ridiculous, you virgin. You think you can do that? Around here... in your pockets... there should’ve been something. A condom, in your pocket..."
A condom in his pocket.
Fuck. There was no way. The clothes he’d last worn as a man were the only clothes he’d ever had with condoms in them.
And now I only had my top left, and even that had been bought by Ha Yujeong. There was nothing.
What should I do? What if I got pregnant? What if this body really ended up making a “daughter”?
At the very least, if I got pregnant...?
My stomach actually swelling up?
It gave me chills.
"...You have a condom?"
"...No. Not right now. I must’ve left it behind."
...What?
Why did he flinch when I started rummaging through his pockets?
Why did he look so startled, as if he were used to finding condoms there?
"Maybe there’s something around here."
"There isn’t. This is a ruin. We’re inside a gate."
"Still, just in case..."
"Nuna!"
"Hah...♡ You, you!"
As I started to sit up, he grabbed my shoulder.
Was he trying to pin me down again? Was he going to stop me from moving again?
I told you I’d let you, you pervert, you piece of trash. Don’t touch my body like that♡
The place he touched felt hot.
It was only my shoulder, but the pleasure still rose from it.
My head swam.
The reason I’d just recovered was already about to fly away again.
...Because the bastard was rubbing his cock against my pussy.
"I said don’t call me Nuna...♡"
"Then what do you want me to call you?"
"H-Hunter..."
"I don’t like that. Tell me your name. Otherwise I’ll keep calling you Nuna."
"S-shit... you bastard!!"
I forced the curse out, but he didn’t budge.
If anything, his grip on my shoulder only tightened.
Then he drew his hips back.
Slowly. So slowly.
With one hand he pressed my shoulder down so I couldn’t move.
With the other, he took hold of his cock and guided the tip toward my pussy, toward that tightly shut opening.
Squelch.
Squelch.
The slick leaking from my pussy wet the head of his cock.
Every time the tip rubbed against my opening, my body twitched.
A kiss.
This was already a kiss. A cock-and-pussy kiss.
Like tongues tangled together, sharing saliva.
My pussy’s fluids and the pre-cum leaking from his cock.
Those two liquids...
The head and my opening were rubbing together, mixing with each other.
The sticky fluid slowly soaked into both of them.
Ah.
It was coming again.
That insane hunger was coming back again.
I’d never been taken like this before. And yet...
I want him to put it in...♡
But, but no.
Not yet.
I still need birth control.
"Nuna, I’m going in."
"I said no. C-condooooom...!!♡"
Thrust.
Slap—!
"O-oh, ooooh... oh...♡"
It, it’s in...?