Chapter 9

Chapter 9

Otherworld Cheat Harem.

Episode 9: Camaraderie (3).

Click. A cold chill ran down my neck as the choker clasped around my neck.

The temperature around me seemed to drop several degrees in an instant. I tugged at the choker, trying to loosen it, but it didn’t budge.

‘Why is it so tight?’

Unless I had some kind of cheat-level super strength, breaking free from her power was impossible.

I let go of the choker and looked at her, finally realizing I was completely trapped.

“Since when did you know?”

“From the very beginning.”

“…From the very beginning?”

“Yeah.”

It was unbelievable, but… there was no reason for her to lie to me at this point.

I raised my hands in a gesture of surrender and sighed.

“I surrender. Do whatever you want—boil me, roast me; it’s up to you.”

“You took a maiden’s first time and thought that would be the end of it?”

“…So what, are you going to kill me?”

“No. Why would I do something so irrational?”

Seoyoon created a leash connected to the choker and pulled me toward her. As her lips lightly brushed my ear, and in a soft, sultry voice, she whispered,

“I’m going to do the same to you.”

“…?”

Then, she dragged me towards the dormitory.

Like a dog on a leash, I followed her, tiptoeing toward her room, hoping none of the others would see us.

“Put the luggage over there.”

“Okay.”

In just a day, her room had been aired out and cleaned, yet it was already filled with her scent.

It wasn’t the raw, animalistic scent I’d smelled the first time I stepped into her room—it was softer, sweeter, like something you’d expect from an innocent girl.

“Come here.”

The moment I put down the bags, Seoyoon yanked the leash and shoved me onto the bed.

I could have resisted if I wanted to… but I didn’t. No matter how much she was in heat due to the side effects of her ability, taking her first experience without her consent was no different from rape.

That guilt had been weighing me down ever since.

“Sniff. As expected, it was your scent.”

“…Do I smell?”

“Of course. The smell of sweat, the scent of flesh, the smell of the male that attacked me.”

That was when I finally understood how Seoyoon had figured out it was me.

It was my scent. They say a woman’s sense of smell is sharper than a man’s, but I never thought one could distinguish people by scent.

“…So, what are you going to do? Are you going to castrate me with your ability?”

“Castrate? Why would I do that?”

“Because I forced myself on you?”

“Even under Korean law, rapists don’t get castrated.”

“Then what are you going to do?”

“We’re outsiders here. It’s not like I can rely on the law… so I’ll handle it my own way.”

“Your way…?”

“An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. You know how it goes, don’t you?”

Seoyoon said this as she handcuffed both of my hands. Then she spread my legs and encased my feet in a massive ice pillar, immobilizing me.

“I’m going to rape you now.”

Dojin panicked at her shocking declaration, but before he could react, Seoyoon grabbed his pants.

She untied the string holding them up, pulled them down, and his soft, shrunken member flopped out.

Seoyoon let out a curious hum as she stared at his small, limp penis.

“Heh, it’s kind of cute.”

Flicking it lightly with her finger, Seoyoon looked up at Dojin with a questioning expression.

“What are you doing? Get it up. I can’t get it in.”

“…It’s not something that happens at will.”

“What? You had no problem yesterday.”

“That’s because there was some stimulation.”

“So, you need stimulation?”

Upon hearing that, Seoyoon tightly grasped the small member. She began jerking it up and down, completely oblivious to the proper technique.

“Ugh! Hey! That hurts—stop!”

“…Is this not how you do it? Sorry.”

Instead of stroking the skin gently, it felt like she was trying to rip it off entirely. Far from pleasure, all Dojin felt was the very real threat to his manhood.

“What am I supposed to do then?”

“…Hold it gently. Don’t apply any pressure at all.”

“Like this?”

Carefully placing her hand on his member, determined to get it right this time, she gave it a few experimental strokes before quickly adjusting her movements as if she had figured it out.

“Oh, so this is how you do it.”

As expected of someone who had ranked first in school, her sharp learning ability extended even to this kind of situation.

Despite the strange and unsettling circumstances, Dojin’s body betrayed him, and his member stood at attention in surrender.

“Hmm, it still seems kind of small though…”

“…Small?”

Dojin frowned slightly as he looked down at Seoyoon. It wasn’t small—it was perfectly average.

He had even turned off his size-enhancing skill to be considerate of her first time, only to be taken aback like this.

‘Fine, have it your way.’

Thinking so, Dojin activated his size-enhancing skill. Caught off guard by the sudden growth of more than twice its size, Seoyoon let out a groan as she was metaphorically hit on the chin.

“What the—? Does it have a second transformation phase or something?”

“No. It was just cold earlier, so it shrank. This is my real size.”

“Really…?”

Looking doubtful but too inexperienced to question it further, Seoyoon accepted his explanation and wrapped her hands around the now massive member.

If earlier it could be hidden with one hand, now it was too large to hold even with both hands.

Gulp. Seoyoon unconsciously swallowed and quickly covered her mouth, startled by her own reaction.

‘What was that just now?’

She couldn’t understand why she swallowed. She decided not to dwell on it and shook the member up and down.

Squelch.

Handling this massive erection felt completely different from playing with its earlier, finger-sized form.

If earlier it felt like playing with a baby, now it felt like handling a massive and threatening weapon.

Squeak, squish.

As she shook up and down like that, a transparent liquid slowly emerged from the tip of the glans.

It wasn’t semen. Semen was white. Then what could this be? Curious, Seoyoon asked Dojin directly.

“Is it… pee?”

“No. It’s called precum… How should I explain this?”

“So it’s not pee?”

“Yeah, but…”

Seoyoon suddenly stuck out her tongue and gave the tip a quick lick. As her soft tongue brushed against the sensitive underside, Dojin’s hips bucked involuntarily from the surge of pleasure.

“It’s salty. Hmm, the taste isn’t… it doesn’t taste like anything.”

“…Why did you taste it?”

“Aren’t you curious? About what it tastes like.”

With that, Seoyoon sped up her movements. The precum and her saliva mixed, creating a slick lubricant that made her strokes even smoother.

Naturally, Dojin, with little sexual experience, soon felt the urge to ejaculate and clenched his muscles.

“Wait, I think I’m going to—”

“Already?”

“What do you mean ‘already’? You’ve been going at it for minutes—ugh! Wait, stop for a moment…”

However, instead of stopping, Seoyoon shook her hand even faster at Dojin’s words.

Up and down. The rapid friction pushed him over the edge, and he couldn’t hold back any longer.

Splat! Splat, splurt!

His semen shot out, splattering all over Seoyoon’s face, her hair, and even her body.

With her eyes closed, she felt the warm fluid slowly trickle down her face.

But she couldn’t open her eyes like that, so she touched the semen, froze it solid, and peeled it off her skin.

“So this is how men cum.”

She said that as she sniffed the frozen semen, though it didn’t smell much due to being frozen solid.

I wonder how it tastes.

She had tasted his cum before, but that was after he had released inside her.

It wasn’t the same as this—fresh, unaltered semen that hadn’t mixed with her fluids or vaginal acids.

Since it was frozen, it shouldn’t taste too bad. Thinking so, Seoyoon crunched on the semen icicle.

“H-hey, why are you eating that?”

Dojin gave her a baffled look, as if questioning her sanity, but his reaction wasn’t enough to curb her curiosity.

“Hmm… It’s kind of fishy, smells weird, and… thick.”

“Don’t review it like that!”

“But… what is this? Why…? I don’t get it. I need to try more.”

After crunching on the frozen semen that had been smeared across her hair and body, Seoyoon considered the possibility that freezing it might have altered its taste.

And to fully experience its flavor, she realized she’d need to taste it fresh—straight from the source.

“…You can still go again, right?”

“Huh? Well, yes, I suppose.”

“Then that’s fine.”

Seoyoon grabbed Dojin’s still-hard member without hesitation.

She gently gripped it, aimed it at her lips, and brought her mouth closer. Droplets of semen, left behind from his earlier release, clung to the tip.

With a swift motion, she licked the beaded semen with her tongue and realized it tasted different from the frozen semen earlier.

Indeed, with evidence proving her theory, her actions became more unrestrained.

Chup. Her lips pressed against the tip, like a kiss. She had never kissed a person before, yet her first kiss was stolen by Dojin’s penis.

‘He said he needed stimulation.’

And such information could indeed serve as a sufficient sexual stimulus to the brain. Seoyoon lay on the bed, swinging her legs up and down as she spoke.

“My first kiss.”

“…What?”

“This, it’s my first kiss.”

Chup. She kissed the tip again. Dojin stared at her in disbelief. Was she seriously treating his member like a person?

Smooch. The second and third kisses followed, and his member twitched as if responding proudly to the “kisses.”

Seoyoon, taking the reaction as confirmation that she was doing it right, slowly took Dojin’s member into her mouth.

“Mmmph… It’s big.”

She opened her mouth as wide as it could go, enduring the strain in her jaw as she took him in.

However, such trivial pain could not stop her.

She stuffed it directly into her mouth. As it wasn’t food, she was careful not to let her teeth touch it, pushing it in as if eating ice cream.

“Mmpf, mmph…”

“Haa, haa…”

Dojin had received oral before in a brothel, but that had been purely mechanical—a prostitute’s practiced skill designed to extract pleasure.

Those encounters had been devoid of curiosity, admiration, or interest—just cold, calculated motions aimed at squeezing him dry.

In contrast, Seoyoon’s movements—driven by curiosity, fascination, and instinct—felt entirely different.

Technically speaking, Seoyoon could never match the skill of a professional, but the sincerity in her actions more than made up for it.

She wanted to please him—to take his semen for herself—and that determination radiated from her.

“Slurp, slurp… mmmpf…”

She sucked him eagerly, occasionally glaring up at him with wide eyes that seemed to demand he cum already. Finding her effort cute and admirable, Dojin reached out with his cuffed hands and gently patted her head.

At that moment, Seoyoon flinched and glared at Dojin with sharp eyes.

“…What are you doing?”

As she pulled him out of her mouth and spoke, Dojin realized he must’ve touched a nerve.

“No, I just thought you were doing well, so I was praising you…”

It sounded like a pathetic excuse, but Seoyoon’s eyes widened for a moment before softening.

“Really?”

“Huh?”

“Was it really because I was doing well?”

“Of course. Naturally.”

“Well, if that’s the case…”

With that, she returned to his member, sealing her lips around him and sucking even harder than before.