Chapter 34 – What Does the Plug Block?

I practiced combat techniques while watching videos, shopped around for supplies to bring on my next dungeon expedition, and scraped together some quick cash.

Four days had already passed like this.

As I watched packages arriving one by one, I tore through the tape with a box cutter, simultaneously feeling the excitement of unwrapping presents and the anxiety of knowing what was gradually approaching.

Medicines, knives, axes and other survival gear, and preserved foods to eat instead of those tasteless emergency rations.

As I stuffed all the carefully packaged items from the box into my backpack, it felt like I was evacuating somewhere.

Though since I was leaving my safe home for a dangerous dungeon, you could call it a reverse evacuation, couldn’t you?

After checking the expensive stab-proof vest I was able to get with my cousin’s help, I closed the bulging backpack, stashed it in the corner, and only then could I wipe away the single drop of sweat on my forehead.

“Whew, that was tough.”

“In this world, you only need to sleep one night to wait for items you’ve purchased. It’s certainly convenient. If they could have received items like this, those guys might have…”

Over the past four days, Severa seemed to have adapted somewhat to this world. The reactions she showed on the first day—like a foreigner seeing a taxi with a roof that opens upward on a Japanese variety show—had become more grounded.

Well, even amazing things get old after a day or two.

She was starting to say something depressing, but I didn’t listen. While I’m here, I only want to hear and see good things.

Ding-dong—

“Ah, looks like another delivery arrived.”

“You bought this much and there’s still more coming? I thought we’d packed everything on the list already.”

“There are some other things.”

I walked to the front door to get the package.

***

Ah, yes.

The man whose real name was apparently Shin Yuhyun was, surprisingly, a visitor from another world.

It certainly seemed strange when he occasionally used incomprehensible words or knew bizarre facts while lacking basic common sense, but this revelation was still shocking.

Even in my Onahole? state, I could see and hear what was happening outside, but I had no memory of how I crossed over.

My consciousness had suddenly cut off, and when my vision cleared again, I was in this world.

From what I gathered from Shin Yuhyun’s words, this was a brief transition lasting only a week, so I understood that I would return eventually.

Thus began my exploration of new knowledge. Yuhyun’s world overflowed with wonders.

Buildings arranged in identical rows as if cast from the same mold, and vehicles called cars made of metal.

Even mobile phones with real-time information feedback and something called the Internet were difficult for me to comprehend, despite considering myself somewhat educated.

Perhaps living in such a world was why his way of thinking differed so much.

The window of curiosity I had deliberately kept closed about my master—who arbitrarily turned me into an Onahole?—now opened.

I discovered that, interestingly, in this world, magical energy wasn’t required for activity, so observing him while in the same house was quite simple.

What kind of life did he normally lead? What food did he eat? What knowledge did he accumulate? What literature did he read? What thoughts did he have?

Questions flowing like a river.

The life I’d observed over the past few days was, at the very least, not objectionable.

One could say it was too short a time to judge someone, but that was how I felt.

At the very least, the sight of him humming as he opened a newly arrived package seemed harmless.

“What’s that object for? Hmm… it looks like a decorative item from the outside…”

What emerged from the small paper box was a metal ornament with a silver sheen, shaped like an acorn on top with a large gemstone embedded in the lower part.

I was surprised that a jewel of that size would be placed in such a simple paper box, but looking closely, the gemstone appeared to be an imitation.

Even so, it was more than adequate as a decorative piece, which prompted my puzzled question to him, who had been gathering items to help with exploration until now.

“A decoration? Something like that.”

“Something like that? Either it’s decorative or it’s not… what does that mean…”

“This is how you use it.”

Suddenly, his outstretched hand grabbed the dress he had procured from the box.

Specifically, he lifted the strangely short skirt that failed to cover my legs at all.

Since becoming an Onahole?, I couldn’t create separate clothing or disguise my appearance.

Unfortunately, the dress didn’t include any undergarments to wear, so my female parts were completely exposed.

Even though I had already left my physical body and was now a spirit, I felt my face burning with heat.

He had seemed to restrain himself these past few days, but had he finally lost control? I bit my lip hard and glared at him.

Just like in the past when I was violently violated multiple times, I would be defiled again.

The resistance ingrained from lessons on a woman’s chastity and modesty during my lifetime awakened again, telling me to flee from the man before me, but another instinct blocked that urge.

In the end, unable to do either, all I could do was glare at him as he lifted my skirt, trying to hide my shame.

“So you’re going to defile me like a beast again after all. For someone who claims to become a hero, how obscene..!”

“You asked what this is for? Just turn around and show me your ass.”

“Ungh..!”

Then he took out some container with liquid inside.

He poured the liquid onto the acorn-shaped part of the ornament.

Drip—

The slippery, somewhat viscous liquid made the already shiny metal even more lustrous in the light.

He made me turn around and placed his hand on my buttocks.

“Hnngh! Y-you can’t mean…!”

A bad premonition.

Spread— With the refreshing sensation of my buttocks being parted and air flowing through, I could feel that impure hole involuntarily twitching.

Why do bad expectations always come true?

The same liquid that had been poured on the ornament moments ago now flowed into that impure hole.

The cold, terrible sensation that made my nerves tremble involuntarily drew out sounds too shameful to utter with a clear mind.

“If you’re this sensitive here, I bet you’ve been pleasuring yourself this way all along…?”

“I-I’ve never… done such a filthy thing…! You’re the one with bad tastes… Agh!”

Slurp—

The cold, slippery sensation of metal touching my hole.

“No matter how sensitive you are, it’s better to get you used to it, right? Wow, I’m jealous. Even when you’re just staying still, someone else develops your erogenous zones for you.”

“I never asked you to…!”

The metal head gradually pushed against my muscles, forcing its way in.

What I had thought was a decorative item was actually a plug. A vulgar object meant to forcibly twist open that impure hole, block excretion, and satisfy the desire to conquer.

What made it even worse was that it had a gemstone embedded in it to enhance its aesthetic appeal.

Push—

“Uurgh, agh… hic.”

With the plug fully inserted, my appearance was utterly debauched.

Without his command, I wouldn’t be able to remove this ridiculous plug. That was its purpose, after all.

“It suits you well.”

I glared at my master while moaning from the foreign sensation and discomfort in my buttocks.

***

Severa with the large gemstone attached to her buttocks looked quite erotic.

If I dressed her in something other than that dress, it could create an even more provocative image, but this had its own appeal.

I patted Severa’s buttocks as she trembled, looking at me with an expression that seemed to ask how I could do this to her, then sat in the chair in front of my computer.

‘Nothing urgent to do right now.’

After being so busy, there wasn’t much left to do.

I had somehow managed to explain away the problem of being unreachable while crossing over to that world, submitted my school leave forms, prepared all the necessary items for exploration, and done sword training in the morning.

I’d even given the slime a jelly treat.

When I saw the jelly cost 2,300 won each, I thought this world would perish from the rampaging inflation.

“Sniff, urgh…”

Severa kept looking back uncomfortably, apparently bothered by the anal plug inserted in her buttocks.

Not that she could see it anyway.

“J-just use the front like you’ve been doing until now…!”

“Oh. You pretended to dislike it, but you’ve actually been missing my cock?”

I hadn’t done it with Severa for a while. To be precise, except for using her Onahole state to refill the Fuel gauge, I hadn’t done it with her actual form.

Of course, it wasn’t because Severa wasn’t good enough or because I’d grown tired of her, I just had a specific scene in mind.

When I simply inserted myself, Severa’s reaction wasn’t particularly good. Of course, she would eventually climax if I spent enough time, but it took too long and drained too much stamina.

Perhaps because of her pride as a noble lady and celebrated hero in her previous life, she had a strong aversion to sexual activities.

‘She does look at me with yearning eyes when she’s unsatisfied… but she doesn’t seem to be aware of it herself.’

Looking at that, she definitely had sexual desire.

It’s just that the barrier of resistance created by her pride hadn’t collapsed yet.

“Nng, nngh. As if I would want to accept such a filthy thing-… ugh… being embraced would be better than having this cumbersome thing attached…!”

“Where would you find someone as clean as me?”

So I decided to leisurely break down that pride that was only getting in the way.

‘It’s not like I’m expecting her to dance provocatively and parade around begging for cock…’

I just wanted to awaken her latent masochistic desires and make her honest.

There’s nothing wrong with saying something feels good when it really does, is there?

“Sorry, but I have plans with her today. Please make reservations by phone~”

“You can’t…?!”

Sorry, Severa, but today I’m going to sleep with the Wanderer.

Waaah… Mommy…