Get Used to It (1)
...Anyway, first things first. I needed to put my clothes on.
Honestly, it was fucking annoying. I’d already planned for only three days, and because I’d been trying to keep my luggage light to avoid the risk of having sex inside the gate, I didn’t even have a change of clothes.
Bathing inside a gate was difficult enough as it was, so I could tolerate some of it. But after actually having sex, there was dried semen all over me, sticky from my hips all the way to my back.
If I wanted to wipe that off properly, I needed water.
It wasn’t as if gates were completely without water sources, but... wherever there was water, there were monsters too.
There were rivers and streams inside gates, too. Depending on the dimension, some places were like that. In wild-type worlds, clean water was abundant.
The problem was that those dimensions tended to be dangerous not because of magical threats, but because the monsters themselves were on a different level. Water sources that monsters could easily reach were dangerous in their own right.
In places like Gothic-type dimensions, the mana itself was filthy, which made the water filthy too, so it was hard to use.
It all depended on the gate and the dimension, and since this was the Great Rift, there was no way to predict what kind of dimension we’d pass through.
For any long-term plan, I’d have to bring a lot more water.
I could endure it, but Kang Juhyuk couldn’t.
There was no helping it. The water was for drinking, but... we were going back anyway, so it was fine.
I’d just wet a towel and wipe myself down with it. Kang Juhyuk probably needed a wash too.
For a second, the thought crossed my mind—should I wash him myself with a towel soaked in water? I was insane. Completely insane.
The moment I let that instinct become even a little bit valid, it tried to push the line like that.
It was disgusting.
I soaked the towel and wiped my body down. Every time I moved, my chest bounced, and that was irritating in all sorts of ways.
The skin under my breasts and between them was drenched in sweat. If I used my Blessing well enough, I could suppress even a little cold and heat and stop myself from sweating at all, but controlling it that precisely was like breathing manually—if I stopped paying attention for even a moment, I’d start sweating again.
There was still sticky saliva and traces of breast milk around my nipples. When I looked again, I saw a bit of mucous membrane on the pad stuck to my panties too.
Still, Kang Juhyuk had sucked me dry so thoroughly yesterday that the breast milk wasn’t overflowing. If I squeezed, it would come out, but it wasn’t running wild anymore.
First I wiped my face, then I dampened my hair a little.
Then my shoulders... the valley between my breasts. The underside of my breasts, which was hard to even see because of how big they were, my stomach, my waist.
I spread the towel out and scrubbed my back hard. There were dried semen remnants there. If I kept going down to my ass, then it was time for my pussy.
Actual discharge... dried on. It didn’t come off well even with the soaked towel. Such a pain.
That was when I felt a gaze from behind me.
Or maybe it was a rustling sound—something moving. I turned around, and of course.
Kang Juhyuk was staring at me while pretending to wipe himself down.
"What are you looking at?"
"Ah, ahaha..."
"If you slept well, then tidy up the mattress and wipe yourself down too."
"Th-that’s... I think I should wait a bit."
"Why?"
Kang Juhyuk gave a lame smile and tried to hide his body.
I stared at him, then caught on when I saw the position he’d taken.
...Hah. My lower abdomen throbbed for a second. T-That bastard. He got hard again...?
"Hey. We did a lot of it yesterday."
"N-no! This is just unavoidable, a bodily function. A bodily function! I don’t even want to. Yesterday was just too intense. My back hurts too..."
"Then stop getting hard."
"It’s just... when I watch you wiping yourself down like that, I can’t help it. Every time you move around to clean yourself, your ass and your breasts... I keep seeing them."
Then don’t look at me...
But, well. Yeah.
This body really was provocative.
I wasn’t going to say it was unnecessarily huge.
Since I’d originally been a man, the moment I saw these tits and this pelvis, I would’ve wanted to pin this body down no matter what.
"Then don’t make it obvious. You’re sitting there all hunched over, so everyone can see."
"If I just sit up straight, it sticks out even more because of the hard-on... Are you, uh, disgusted by it?"
"Once I know you’re hard, I get turned on, so don’t make it obvious."
"...Nuna, are you trying to seduce me right now?"
What?
"Don’t get cocky. Sex is over."
"S-sorry. I was just asking because I got confused. I woke up, and there you were, naked, wiping yourself down where I could see everything, showing off your ass and breasts... and then you told me I was making you want it."
"That’s because of this fucking cursed body. It’s not like I need you in particular—if anyone so much as makes it obvious they’re hard next to me, my body reacts."
"...Right."
Once I explained it properly, he actually looked deflated.
I really had no idea what the hell I was supposed to match.
"So you need to knock that shit off while you’re by my side. Keep horny bastards from getting close to me."
"...Yes! Leave it to me!"
Ha.
What a puppy-like bastard.
Was he funny, or was he cute? I wasn’t even sure anymore.
And the irony was, he was the one with the hard-on. What exactly was I supposed to trust him with?
"Here. Wipe yourself with this."
"Y-yes."
I took out another towel, soaked it in water, and handed it to him.
He’d been pounding away while I was half unconscious, so his body was probably a mess.
Even with a condom on, he’d still gotten sprayed with sweat, semen, and splatter from my own arousal.
Kang Juhyuk stuck one arm out from under the blanket and took the towel carefully.
Maybe because I’d leaned down to hand it over, my chest stood out even more.
Watching his shy face and his reaction made me feel oddly... good.
I almost kept showing off on purpose, until I realized that was the body’s instinct talking and hurriedly turned away.
I couldn’t afford to let my guard down even for a second.
When I came back around and wiped my legs down too, that was it.
I needed to get dressed, but there was no way I could wear the underwear I’d been wearing before.
I could tolerate the outer clothes, since I’d stripped them off before the main event, but the underwear was way too dirty.
I’d packed spare underwear because I wanted to change it every day, so if I rummaged through the bag...
...What the hell.
Where did my spare underwear go?
"What are you talking about? They’re right here. Isn’t this red one kind of cute? What do you think?"
Shut up.
Chae Haeun, you fucking bitch...!!
Not only did you swap out my breast milk, you swapped my underwear too?!
I’d brought three plain sports-bra sets.
And every single one of them had been replaced with something weird!
And the one Chae Haeun was pointing at in the middle...
It was a red lace set picked out by Ha Yujeong. It was basically sexwear.
It fluttered everywhere. It was so thin... yeah, sure, I could definitely push panties like this aside and shove right in.
Sports underwear was... even if you pulled it aside, the elasticity was so good the material would just spring back on its own, rubbing against your dick.
These were softer, weaker material. Once you pulled them aside, they stayed pulled aside, fixed in place just like that... something like that.
Half the breasts were already exposed, and most of the ass too...
It had been nice when I was putting it on her and looking at it, but the moment I imagined wearing it myself, it was basically just strings.
Not literally the kind of tiny string micro-bikini panties had, but still. Still!
The other two were no different from the red strings either.
Black string, red string, white string. Ha Yujeong...! Why the hell did you buy so many of these!
And Chae Haeun, this... this was shoved into the corner of my underwear drawer. How the hell did you find it...!
...Of course you saw me put it there! Damn it.
Haa...
As much as I hated it, going commando with no bra was impossible.
It was my period, the time when bits of uterine tissue sometimes came out, and if I went without panties it would get on my pants. I had to wear a pad, at least.
I didn’t need a bra, but my nipples would show right through a T-shirt. Kang Juhyuk would keep staring, and if he got fired up again... hnng.
At least the red and black ones would show through my shirt, so maybe I should go with white...
Fuck.
I’d said I absolutely wasn’t going to wear these, but now...
Yesterday I’d worried about him yanking them aside and fucking me against my will, but that had been a casual thought, not something serious.
Next time, I wouldn’t get caught like this.
I’d check everything before we left and block every last bit of bullshit... seriously.
The second I got careless, he hit me right in the back of the head like this!
"No, you need to gather the breast flesh together. If you put it on like that... Yujeong unnie taught you, remember?"
She was having the time of her life. Chae Haeun was getting cocky now that I was taking this bullshit from her so easily.
I really would get rid of her someday.
And Yujeong unnie? That crazy bitch. What, from that mosquito of a woman?
I’d left it alone, and now she was getting loud in my head. I shoved her down into my subconscious, but then Chae Haeun got stuffed in there too and kept screeching at me to put my bra on properly.
My head was pounding from that obnoxious high-pitched voice ringing inside it.
It felt like it was getting louder and louder...
In the end, I decided I was wasting energy fighting over something I was going to wear anyway, so I locked her in the deep recesses of my subconscious on the condition that I put it on properly.
That way, I couldn’t hear her voice. I could vaguely feel what she was thinking, but it wouldn’t ring inside my head.
While I was gathering my breasts into a slightly uncomfortable position and arranging them inside the bra, I felt that gaze again.
"Hey. I told you to keep wiping yourself down."
"A-ah. Yep. I’m wiping. Yes."
"You’re spying on me... and you’re hard again, too."
I could feel the lust in him, and my lower belly started trembling on its own.
My desire was at rock bottom, and Kang Juhyuk wasn’t really looking because he wanted sex so much as because he liked looking at something pretty and hot.
So my body’s reaction wasn’t all that intense... but I could feel the desire building slowly. That was the problem.
"I’ve never seen Nuna in underwear like that before... i-it’s really, really sexy."
"Hnng... Hey. Shut up. Don’t get turned on!"
"Ah, n-no. That... that’s impossible..."
"Fuck!"
I grabbed the clothes lying all over the floor and hurriedly threw them on.
Crazy, crazy. My uterus just twitched a little. Hearing him say it was sexy, holy shit... I felt like I was going to leak again.
This wasn’t good. I needed to give him a proper warning. He’d already fucked me four times yesterday, and now he was getting ready to go again the moment we woke up?
Did he think I was some toy for cleaning up his sex drive? It was the opposite, the exact opposite! You were my dildo. Stop stimulating me on your own!
"Ah, you’re already fully dressed...?"
By the time Kang Juhyuk finished wiping himself down and turned back around, he sounded thoroughly disappointed that I’d already gotten dressed, making no effort to hide it.
Just in case my underwear showed through my shirt, I even zipped my jacket all the way up. My chest felt like it was about to burst out of it.
It was uncomfortable, but once I’d gotten dressed properly like this, even Kang Juhyuk seemed to calm down; the sexual tension in him definitely eased off.
Of course, if he was already worked up, something like this wouldn’t make it disappear. But maybe it was because we’d already had such a heavy session yesterday.
Thanks to that, the scent of lust had clearly thinned out, and I could talk coldly again.
"Get a grip, Kang Juhyuk. This isn’t a hotel. Save the idiot talk for outside."
"Ah. Y-yes, yes! Right. Sorry. Yesterday... yesterday’s feelings still haven’t fully worn off yet. It was just so good that I... I’ll pull myself together. Hoo."
"Calmed down? We went in for one day, and we’re coming back after one day. I’d packed three days’ worth of gear as backup, but we’re leaving today. ...Something happened in the middle, so we went in only a little farther than expected, which means we’ll be returning even earlier."
"We’re going back? We didn’t even see any monsters..."
"We took a route that would be like that on purpose. We didn’t come here to hunt; we came to figure out the direction. And... before your mana adapted, I planned to avoid combat."
"...Right. I’ll do better next time."
"That’s how it is the first time. I was the same."
"I can’t even imagine Nuna like that."
...Well, maybe I shouldn’t push him too hard.
We were doing better than I’d expected, anyway.
That thing was lighting the way for us, and as a god, it probably had a lot more time than we did.
Maybe the problem had been that I’d been walking around naked or in my underwear.
Once I’d gotten fully dressed, Kang Juhyuk snapped back to his senses quickly.
At the very least, he stopped going slack-jawed and openly acting all horny and needy.
Even on the way back, he didn’t let his guard down. There were still monsters left in the area, though most of them had been hunted down, so it wasn’t completely empty.
Still, it was obvious he’d adapted to the mana-mixed air after just a day.
He’d picked up some speed too.
From my perspective, of course, he still felt slow as a caterpillar, but honestly, anyone I brought along would probably feel slow as a caterpillar.
If I hated the pace that much, I would’ve just thrown him over my shoulder or on my back and run myself.
On the way back, it took us about eight hours to cover the route that had taken twelve to come in.
Since I was bored beside him, we ended up talking about all kinds of things.
We had time, after all.
"What do you do on your days off?"
"Me? Sleep... or work out, I guess? If I had the time, I used to take weekend part-time jobs."
"That’s it? You don’t have any hobbies?"
"It was kind of hard to keep up with hobbies... most of the time I just worked part-time. Rent was so expensive."
"How dreary."
"What about you, Nuna?"
"...I don’t have any either."
That wasn’t entirely true.
Three years ago, I’d also been working almost nonstop.
When I’d become an S-class hunter and started raking in money, I’d enjoyed all sorts of luxurious hobbies.
But they’d left me empty again too quickly, and after I’d quit, all I’d done was one-night stands... so I couldn’t exactly say that out loud.
If I said one-night stand here, he’d just droop again and accuse me of tricking him.
"Anyway, while you’re under me, you’re going to have some free time, so try doing something other than part-time work."
"Is that so...? But once we start coming to the Great Rift, I feel like I’ll be busy."
"You think we’ll come here every day? And today taught me something. We won’t be coming to the Great Rift while you’re on your period."
"That’s true. During that time, um... it’s awkward for me to say, but apparently it hurts. Some people even get really sensitive because of it."
"..."
I couldn’t tell him that it wasn’t because it hurt, but because leaking breast milk during my period was annoying and it was hard to refuse his horny requests.
I’d just have to let him think that and move on.
I’d only just stopped myself from thinking about sex, and if we slipped back into that territory again, it’d be a problem.
What I didn’t say was: because when men around me look pathetic and start broadcasting their sexual frustration during my period, my maternal instincts can’t defend against it and I get turned on too, so you need to keep your distance while also restraining yourself. And if you keep pouncing on me, I’ll end up spreading my legs anyway. If we want to get our work done, then you need to stop thinking about sex every second and act professionally when it’s time to work—
When I thought about it, that was basically just seduction. Flirting. It was the same as asking him to fuck me.
Even if I wasn’t in the mood, if he teased my maternal instincts and coaxed me gently, I’d get horny immediately.
I needed to warn him about it eventually, but now wasn’t the time.
If he pounced on me again because he’d gotten turned on, I’d just end up unable to refuse and spreading my legs again.
Then I’d be stuck with that same tired, inevitable line: What can I do? It can’t be helped.
It stung my pride to admit it, but... it had literally happened yesterday.
Denial would only hurt me in the end.
In any case, I blocked off anything that might slide into dirty talk and got back to the initial Korean foothold before sunset.
The gate back to the Korean Hunter Association closed at night, so we’d returned at just the right time.
Hunters hauling monster byproducts, hunters being transported out on teleport portals because they’d been injured, hunters taking a short rest before heading back in instead of returning home.
We blended in with them and finished preparing to leave. We didn’t have any byproducts to carry, so there was nothing else to do.
"Good work, Kang Juhyuk."
"My legs are kind of shaking... I underestimated walking for twelve hours..."
"I was going to take you out for a meal when we got back. You okay?"
"U-um... once I get back and wash up, I think I’ll just collapse."
"I’ll just drop you off in front of your place today. Come out tomorrow night and I’ll buy you something decent to eat."
"Y-yes, understood."
...I wasn’t sure this was going to be okay.
The way he walked, it looked like he’d gotten blisters on the soles of his feet halfway back.
For an Awakened one, he’d held out absurdly long compared to an ordinary person, but the fact that he was in pain from blisters still proved he was only D-class.
While we’d been walking like we were on a forced march and chatting, I’d noticed something: this guy was kind of... deeply uncomfortable with spending money, and to be honest, his thinking was a little... impoverished.
Even after I bought him equipment worth hundreds of millions of won, he seemed to think of it as just being backed, or taking responsibility for something, or borrowing it—there was no real sense of reality to it.
Well, once he started getting paid, he’d learn what money tasted like, but listening to him talk about saving every penny and making do made me remember my own miserable self from three years ago, and I suddenly wanted to get him used to spending money as quickly as possible.
For now, while he was with me, I was going to pay for everything, so why was he always asking, "You buy that too?" It was maddening.
So I started thinking I’d begin with something simple to eat—maybe a hotel restaurant, fine dining, or... if he liked Japanese food, maybe omakase.
But... he looked like even walking was uncomfortable. Maybe I should just have food delivered to his apartment.
Delivery wasn’t inherently bad. It just wasn’t plated prettily in a dish.
Once it went in his mouth, it was the same anyway, right? Yeah. Should I order tuna?
That sounded good.
If he hated it, then we could go out instead...