"Ahem! Y-You did pretty well?"
"Pant, pant…."
I got my ass handed to me again today.
Watching Shin Yu-jeong meticulously teach me, sacrificing her own time, I was certain.
That my prediction was correct.
Just look at her now.
The way she tosses out an awkward "you did pretty well" says it all.
"Forcing out a compliment, are we?"
Did she think I'd be happy to hear something like that?
"Ahem, well, maybe it's not so bad."
I won't deny it.
I couldn't help but feel a little pleased when a pretty girl complimented me.
After a quick rinse to wash off the sweat, I headed out.
Just then, Shin Yu-jeong emerged from the women's locker room, her hair still not properly dried.
"Is it okay not to dry your hair?"
"I can do it when I get home."
Hmm.
With hair that short, it might be possible.
The reason Shin Yu-jeong acknowledges my value is because I have the potential to become a mage.
Therefore, I need to prove my worth to her from time to time.
Just to make sure her interest in me doesn't fade.
"Hold on."
Mages aren't just loved by other Hunters.
Besides combat magic, there are also plenty of spells that are useful in daily life.
One of them is Dry magic.
It's a spell that absorbs moisture from wet things, like damp clothes or hair.
The magic itself isn't difficult, but for me, it was even easier.
All I had to do was pull all the moisture gathered around her hair.
"Hey, you…"
This was all a performance for her benefit.
I drew the mana clinging to her hair and manipulated it to coalesce right before her eyes.
A rather large droplet of water formed.
"I just learned Dry magic yesterday. Good timing, huh?"
After dropping an appropriate lie, I let the water droplet in front of Shin Yu-jeong fall into the drip tray of the water dispenser next to the counter.
"Let's go."
With that, I glanced at Shin Yu-jeong, who was staring blankly, and turned around with a clean finish.
Nice. Fucking cool.
…Okay, it probably wasn't that cool.
What kind of tricks can I pull off in this body, anyway?
But it didn't matter.
I could tell just by looking at her expression.
I had once again succeeded in proving my value.
I paused for a moment and looked back at her.
"You coming…?"
"Huh? Oh, yeah. Let's go."
Shin Yu-jeong wiped the dazed look from her face and followed me with a faint smile.
She was probably taking me drying her hair with magic as a positive sign.
She must think her carrot-and-stick strategy is working perfectly.
We'll just have to see who's wearing the leash in the end.
A person can't spend all their waking hours training their body.
I mean, I probably could if I tried, but the efficiency would be terrible for the time invested.
"So, what should I do to relax?"
I tried to remember how I used to relax when I was Son Si-woo, and I realized I spent most of my time drinking.
Either drinking alone in the living room or having a glass at a members-only private bar.
The thought was a little tempting, but I resisted.
"Drinking in this body would be a sin. A crime."
If I start drinking and snacking, the weight I worked so hard to lose will come right back.
So, no alcohol until I succeed in my diet.
"In that case…"
I looked around the small room.
It was as if he'd built a wall between himself and books; the only ones in sight were his middle and high school yearbooks.
Then there was the TV and the computer.
An idea came to mind.
I sat down in the rather expensive chair and turned on the computer with my toe.
"At least the computer is decent."
This computer was the most expensive of the few possessions this body had.
The only time Kim Do-jin had ever saved money in his life was to buy this computer.
After that, it seemed there was nothing else he wanted to buy, so he spent all his money on food.
"Let's see…"
I navigated through the folders, trying to recall the memories.
D-Drive… Secret Folder… Bulbul… and inside, Kim Do-jin's spectacular collection.
There were three folders.
One for porn, one for R-18 doujinshi, and the last one for R-18 animation.
I grabbed the roll of toilet paper on the desk.
"Sigh… I really tried to hold back."
I'd decided that the first time I'd touch my dick in this twenty-year-old body would be when I was having sex with a woman.
But wanting to have sex with a woman in this body was next to impossible.
Meanwhile, being twenty, my sex drive was shooting up by the day.
Now, I was at the point where I'd get hard just seeing the back of an ajumma in leggings walking ahead of me in the early morning.
"If I don't let this out, something bad is going to happen."
If this kept up, I felt like my dick would just pop up at any given moment.
If that happened, I might cross a river I could never return from.
So, as disappointing as it was, I figured it would be better for everyone if I got one off, even if it was by myself.
And so, I opened it.
"I wonder what's in here…"
I could quickly recall that there was porn in here, but I had no idea what the contents were.
It felt like a lock had been placed on that memory, as if someone had sealed it tight.
The only way to know was to go in and see for myself.
"First off, animation isn't my thing."
How turned on could I possibly get from a mere cartoon?
"Manga… is better, but I guess live-action is the way to go."
The doujinshi was a tempting option, but I still preferred live-action.
I double-clicked the porn folder, and a list of neatly organized titles appeared.
Most of them were role-playing scenarios.
"'Married Woman Corrupted by a Stranger's Huge Cock'… 'Wife Cheats While Husband is on a Business Trip'…?"
A certain word appeared in every single title.
Either "married woman" or "wife."
"This bastard, seriously…"
He sure has a specific taste.
He probably masturbated to this stuff while thinking about someone else.
"Tsk, tsk. You should've just done what the porn says."
Instead of stealing my body, he would've had a better chance of having an affair if he'd just stayed in his own.
My wife already has little interest in the man named Son Si-woo.
"You poor bastard… no, man."
After offering my deepest condolences to him, I began to ponder which of the many files to choose.
Then it hit me.
"…Is there any point in choosing?"
The actors were different, but the plots were all pretty much the same.
A married woman gets conquered by another man's dick and becomes corrupted.
"Ah, whatever. I'll just watch anything."
I casually scrolled the mouse wheel and double-clicked on the file where it stopped.
I fast-forwarded through the happy family scenes and started playing from the part where she gets railed by a stranger.
I put on the headphones from the desk and took a moment to appreciate the show.
"Wow… porn is amazing these days."
I couldn't help but be impressed.
The intense and dazzling movements were just what you'd expect from Japan, a country known as the Porn Nation since I was young.
And the video quality was so sharp you could practically see every single pore.
Thanks to having visited Japan a few times, I could roughly understand the language.
Getting into it, I grabbed the toilet paper I'd prepared and took off my pants.
—Ah, yamete…! Ahk!
Her mouth said no, but her face, slack with pleasure, was a masterpiece.
This actress is good.
Holding the toilet paper in one hand, I gripped my hard cock with the other and began to stroke.
"I should work on making this bigger next…"
It was hard since I was twenty, but it was smaller than I expected.
Size is a man's pride.
With the mana I gather this time, I'll have to increase my dick's growth potential first.
Putting aside my slight disappointment, I gradually picked up the pace.
Just as the feeling of release that had been building from deep within reached its peak…
A vibration, as if something had dropped on the floor, ran through me.
"What the?"
I tore my eyes from the screen for a moment and turned my head.
The ajumma was standing there.
Her face was red, and she was covering it with both hands.
At that moment, a powerful voice struck my ears.
—Iku, ikuuuh!
Ah, no.
The sensation that had reached its climax completed its launch sequence and prepared for takeoff.
I hastily tried to block it with the hand holding the toilet paper, but…
It was too late.
Sploosh! Sploosh!
The semen I'd been saving up for two weeks shot out forcefully, flying through the air.
And then began the fall and the bombardment.
Splat! Splat!
Some of the semen stained the ajumma's signature gray one-piece dress a darker shade.
"S-S-Sorry!"
"Ah…"
The ajumma quickly turned and ran out.
I reached out a hand too late, but of course, it couldn't reach her.
In the disastrous scene, with semen splattered everywhere, lay a single container of side dishes.
It seemed the ajumma had come to refill them for me.
"Ah…"
I think I'm fucked.
Bba- bba- bbabbabba….
I turned off the blaring reveille alarm.
Not that I needed an alarm in the first place.
"…I pulled an all-nighter."
Because I'd spent the night with my eyes wide open.
Last night, the ajumma saw me masturbating and ran out in a hurry.
"She probably won't come."
After seeing that, there was no way the ajumma would go on our early morning workout with me as if nothing had happened.
"I should just sleep…"
I couldn't let this ruin my whole day.
I had to force myself to sleep now, wake up in the afternoon, hit the gym, and gather mana.
Just as I was burrowing deep into my blankets to force myself to sleep…
Knock, knock, knock!
Someone was knocking on the door.
"…What is it?"
The only person who would knock at this hour was the ajumma.
"D-Dojin. Are you not ready yet…?"
It was her.
I shot up without thinking and yelled.
"J-Just a minute!"
I didn't hear a reply, but my body moved quickly.
A sense of crisis that my relationship with the ajumma might be completely shattered if I didn't go out now made my body move even faster.
I hurriedly pulled on my pants and stepped down, treading on something.
[This is breaking news.]
Was that the remote?
[One of the monsters that appeared near Mok-dong, Yangcheon-gu, has yet to be captured, causing chaos in the area….]
It seemed a monster had managed to break through the Hunters' perimeter and escape.
Honestly, what's with kids these days being so sloppy?
Nothing like that ever happened back in my day.
I turned off the TV where the anchor was chattering away and immediately opened the door.
"D-Did you sleep well?"
She offered an awkward greeting.
Even though we hadn't started working out yet, the ajumma's face was already flushed red.
Anyone could see it was because of what happened last night.
"Uh… yes…"
I answered with my head bowed like a sinner.
The ajumma waved her hands with an awkward laugh.
"W-Well, shall we go?"
"…Yes."
And so, under disastrous circumstances, my early morning workout with the ajumma began.
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