Flinch!
Sighing, I set the empty bottle aside—she flinched at that—
Feigning max fury, I spoke—
"Got anything to say?"
"Sorry!!"
Thud!
She dropped to her knees, head to the floor—
Dogezas—I'd seen them—never live—
Not naked, thankfully—
Didn't want to see that—
My lower half—numb—wouldn't care if a goddess strutted up—
Even Master—
…Why'd I think of her?
Shake shake.
Banishing her image, I refocused—
Still bowing, peeking at me—
"…That it?"
"Huh?"
"What'd you do? Just 'sorry' fixes it?"
"E-Everything! All my fault—start to finish!"
"See—she doesn't even know—just apologizing?"
"W-What should I do then?"
"You figure it out—asking me? Are you really sorry?"
"Ughhh…"
She clutched her head, lost—
Felt like gender roles flipped—not new, not worth dwelling—
I'm the victim—
Raped—tortured-level—miserable—
"Some monk…"
"…"
Only the Sword Empress felt like a true monk—kind, helpful, sparing evil a chance—
Yeo Socheon should learn—
"Words—just words."
"…"
"What? Got something?"
"N-No! Nothing!"
Yeosocheon's face twisted with something like dissatisfaction—then her eyes dropped—
Who's got the right to be upset here?
The rapist, really—
"…Just bring me some food—I'm dying here."
"Y-Yes… hold on…"
Head spinning—protein drained—he clutched it, taking the rations she handed over—
—Tremble tremble
'…How much got sucked out?'
Even with his usual frailty—hands shaking, chopsticks slipping—he stared silently—
"M-Maybe—if it's hard—I could feed—"
"Don't try anything."
"…Okay."
Her obvious ploy cut off—
Forcing strength into his grip—he nibbled—energy trickling back—eating eased—
—Twitch
"…"
His lower half perked up first—ridiculous—
Survival instinct might rank below reproduction—but after last night's ordeal—still standing?
"Why—something wrong—?"
"…Turn around—I don't wanna see your face."
"…Y-Yes…"
—Droop
She turned, shoulders slumping—pitiful—
No sympathy stirred—
Raped—drained dry—then zapped 'til his prostate screamed—roots yanked out—by her—
'Still stings…'
His stamina was freakish—huge loads—but three rounds emptied him—then a forced fourth? His shaft and urethra—tortured—
It stood—but unhealed—pain tore through like ripping pipes—
Eyes shut—he hummed a half-forgotten anthem—calming—realizing this wasn't a battlefield—head dipped—
Fear crept in—
This body—not normal—practically a sex machine—how—
'…Wait.'
Eyes narrowed—gazing up—
Ceiling blocked the sky—but someone up there was watching—close enough—
'This body's possessed.'
Over a decade in it—familiar now—but not his originally—
Someone else's—hijacked—
And who shoved him in—
—Stare
"…"
Complex emotions aimed skyward—
Usually, thunder'd grumble by now—no reply this time—
'Hey—say something.'
Thinking back—Yeosocheon's vibe shifted mid-act yesterday—likely the Heavenly Earth God's doing—
'Why, though?'
Why bother?
A god—borrowing a body—to screw a human?
Absurd—until Earth's myths flashed—
That lightning-wielding god—famous for it—
'…Could be.'
Made sense—
Lightning tied it together—
If the Heavenly Earth God just liked snatching guys to ravish—
—Splashhh!
"Gah!"
Water dumped overhead—
"W-What's wrong?!"
"S-Suddenly—water—from where—"
"Water…?"
Head jerked up—a cloud fragment vanished—
[Hmph.]
A scoff echoed in his skull—cold head, hot temper—
No denial—just dousing him?
Mentioned lightning—swapped to rain—
Blatant—watching him—
"H-Here—wipe with this—"
Yeosocheon thrust a cloth—flustered—he mopped himself—
—Pat pat
"Ugh—seriously…"
Water shaken off—her fidgeting came into view—
Reminding him of a task he'd dodged—
"So—what now?"
"H-Huh? What?"
"I got one-sidedly wrecked—but we did it. Forget responsibility—how do we tell the Sword Sovereign or Dang Ayeong?"
"Oh…"
Her face paled—she hadn't thought that far—
"…You've got a plan—right?"
"O-Of course! You think I'd rape you without one?!"
That'd be weirder—
Thought crossed—but he let her speak—
"…We elope!"
"Cut the bullshit!"
"J-Joking!"
Shoving her—serious or not—
"…Enough jokes—let's figure this out."
Hand dusted off—expression hardened—
"Leave it messy—go back—and we're both screwed."
"…Sword Sovereign—or Dang Ayeong?"
"Both."
Even Yeosocheon—marked by them? No surviving that—
Sword Sovereign—obvious—Dang Ayeong—less raw power—but her status? Sichuan Tang Clan hunting them—
Flee with Yeosocheon—or surrender—
'…'
Neither—never—
Tie it up before returning—
For a safe life—
"…Best if we say nothing?"
"…Probably."
No point confessing—'We went relic-hunting—Yeosocheon hit an aphrodisiac trap—I got raped!'—
Swords'd swing first—who'd say that?
Just them—no need to spread it—
Shut up—act normal—best play—
"…Lucky for you—no rape charges."
"H-Haha…"
"Only stuck like this—or I'd report you."
—Gulp
Her eyes dodged his glare—laden with resentment—
"Hmph."
Couldn't stand her face—he turned away—
Sure—third round ending it? Past ties—trap excuse—he might've let it slide—
But the fourth? Crossed every line—
Prostate shocked—forced cum—pain-laced pleasure—only survivors knew—
Fainted—eyes rolled back—
—Tremble tremble
Never again—
Even promised more later—reward? Another round—
Mood might lift later—but for now—favorability? Negative—
"S-So—outside—there's a village nearby—want drinks?"
Sensing his mood—offering his usual bait—
"…Hmph."
Not now—favorability tanked—
Pouting—lips jutted—
"E-Expensive ones—the priciest there—"
"…"
"Haha—right—a Podunk village's stuff wouldn't cut it—back in Shaanxi—a proper place—"
"…"
Still sulking—
Hurt—yes—but her words lost their pull—
Where were they?
The Divine Thief's vault—
Less than hoped—but that gold pile? Hundreds of taels—
Broke now—but with that—no need to grovel for drinks—
If he wanted—money could—
"…Got Western contacts?"
"Contacts…?"
"Thought of getting wine—Western liquor—never could. Since it came up—asking."
Post-booze craze—he'd hunted wine—
Central Plains—Eastern drinks dominated—craved variety—searched Western traders—rare—no leads—
Yeosocheon—high status—worth a shot—
"…C-Contacts—haha…"
—Sweat sweat
Figures—
"…Hikikomori."
"…No clue what that means—but it doesn't sound nice."
Holed up in Kunlun most her life—no chance—
Kunlun—shut off from the world—what'd he expect—
'…Relic hunt's done—points should've rolled in.'
Sighing—shop window opened—
Fantasy-based shop—wine might be there—
Wouldn't waste points on plain stuff—
'…Used to grab potions a lot.'
Worn out—potions surfaced—
Cheap—post-hunt points could heal him—
[Current Points: 2217]
Thud.
Six years' worth of points piled up in one go—
Checking the balance, my brain froze—body locked—
'…Holy shit.'
Snapping out of it, I rubbed my eyes—sure I'd misread—then checked again—
[Current Points: 2217]
Not a single point shifted—
"Hrk?!"
A scream nearly burst out—I clamped my mouth shut—
That's how unreal this was—
2217 points might not hit hard just hearing it—but my max before was 2003—
This cloak I'm wearing? 2000 points—six years of saving, three days of agonizing, then I bought it—2003 was my record—
Now shattered—
In one go—
With Yeo Socheon, in this ruin—
'2200 points… that artifact I drooled over last time was around 2100…'
A parade of dream items—once out of reach—flashed through my mind—
These points could actually buy them—
Return was 10,000, right?
Four more ruin runs—
'…Wait, is this from the ruin?'
The Saintess said points stack with Yeo Socheon's "activity"—
All from exploration? Yesterday's intensity raised doubts—
'…Does sex count?'
She said "activity"—no limits specified—
Exploration added some, sure—but this spike? Yesterday's chaos had to play a big part—
If sex pumps points like this—
'…Close my eyes, roll with it ten times, and I'm back home?'
Gulp.
Earth didn't feel so far—
But what about Master?—that thought hit—
[N-No way!]
A tiny message popped up in the shop corner—
[T-This was your first time, plus tons of achievements—big bonus! Doing it again won't be this efficient—it'll cost more in potions!]
Saintess-sent, no doubt—
'Sounds like a game.'
Her vibe always felt familiar—like Earth's nostalgia—
Not from there, yet she nailed the culture—
A ploy to win me over? Creepy—
[Ah!]
'…'
[A-Anyway, great job, Hero! Even for a saintess, overworking someone without healing—gods and saints, perfect pair. What if your precious holy sword breaks…]
Her hasty pivot—blunt words—flushed my face—
'Holy sword…'
Her intent—breeding—was always blatant, but her look didn't match—pure, not lewd—making it worse—
[H-Here's a potion rec—drink it, and we'll talk later! No reckless spending!]
Pop!
"…What're you doing? Staring at nothing."
"T-Turn away! I don't wanna see your face!"
"…Hng."
Her timing—perfect—Saintess vanished—
She's always watching—
'…A saintess—high rank—doesn't she have other work?'
A dying world, sure—but she's not alone—yet always on me? Her daily life intrigued me—
Not free enough to babysit me 24/7—
'…Am I that big a deal?'
Embarrassing—unwanted—but I'm their savior—high value, maybe—
'…Still, all day?'
Human here—constant surveillance felt off—
No voyeur kink—privacy stripped—unpleasant—
Even vital—ten years watched—
'…Is that possible?'
Even slackers eat, sleep—24/7, over a decade?—
'Breaks, surely.'
Ridiculous—chilling, but not that obsessive—
I hunted her potion—
Recommended—easy find—
[(Event!) Saintess Erdel's Special Recovery Potion]
[A handmade potion brimming with Saintess Erdel's care. Crafted for broken mana circuits or weak bodies—no side effects. For some reason, you should buy and drink it now. Excellent stamina recovery, slightly boosts virility permanently.]
[Price: 10 Points]
…Did I misread that last bit?
Rub rub.
[~slightly boosts virility permanently. (No ulterior motives, promise.)]
Real-time edit—
I stared, dumbfounded—
'…Come back here.'
[Invalid command.]
'Don't play program now—I know you write this.'
[Guh!]
Gotcha.
She'd dodged earlier—now back—my gaze cooled—
[D-Don't look like that! It's helpful, I swear!]
'Virility boost—helpful?'
I iced my stare—
[O-Okay, sure, it's partly to juice up our future Hero—but it's good for you now too!]
Men chase potency—hunt rare beasts—but me? Overflowing—miserable—
I just want sleep—it won't let me—week of that, ten times a day—you'd get it—
Terrifying stamina—don't want more—
Where's all this cum even from?
'You saw—think I'm lacking?'
[Ever hear 'more is better'?]
'I don't want it!'
[C'mon—it's good for you—no picky eating.]
'Drugs aren't food!'
[Tch.]
Message-only, yet I heard the tongue click—
[Fine—your call. Still, keep it—stamina boost is near-elixir grade—useful later.]
'Stamina's the side effect—so it's a virility potion?!'
[Max HP up naturally heals HP—system logic!]
Huh—makes sense—can't argue—
Tons to say, no counter—
How's a fantasy chick know game systems? Status screens, monster levels—
[Hero—too much gaming? Status, stats, skills—real life doesn't work that way.]
Don't wanna hear that from the shop's maker!
'…Haa.'
Beaten by a game-addict saintess—I sighed, tossed her potion in my cart—
Points paid—use it later—
No need to carry it now—
'10 points for full stamina—insane value.'
Real elixirs—100 points—this was a steal—
[-Sold Out- Thanks for your purchase!]
