by Geli Cake
"The box. I just need to bring that box, right?"
For some reason, Lena looked unusually flustered as he blocked my way. He started walking towards my room before I could say anything.
"And the papers on the desk too!"
I watched Lena's retreating figure and thought about the main quest.
'What's the way to be safe from the ghost?'
First, become a ghost myself.
Second, die and revive.
I thought if I could figure out the secret of the 10-second invincibility after revival, I could complete the next quest quickly.
'I wonder if it recognizes the revived state as a soul.'
As I thought that far, the system intervened.
[Caution! The 'Trazenta's Poison' debuff is active.]
I'll probably cough up some blood again. I tried to brush off the status ailment, but the following message made me pause.
[Sexual arousal seems to be increasing…]
'It's rare, but there are cases where people experience excessive sexual arousal.'
The priest's voice suddenly echoed in my ears.
'This suddenly?'
Soon, my body began to heat up. This feeling was new. Perhaps because the monster was used as an aphrodisiac ingredient, the change was too fast. The rapidly rising sensation was disconcerting.
Panicked, I looked around. As my vision started to blur, my only thought was to find somewhere to hide.
'It's best to relieve the urge through masturbation.'
Easier said than done! Even the feeling of my clothes brushing against my skin was unnervingly foreign. The heat rose to my skin, making me itch all over. As soon as I saw a dark, secluded corner, I hurriedly threw down the lamp and crouched down, hiding myself.
Crash! I heard the sound of breaking glass, and the faint light vanished completely.
Crawling under the stairs, I frantically unzipped my pants and grabbed my painfully swollen penis.
My hand quickly became sticky just from roughly stroking it a few times. Fluids kept gushing out. I held myself, soaked and dripping, and moved my hand stealthily.
"Hngh…!"
With every twitch of my thighs, a sticky, musky fluid leaked from my urethra. I bit my lip hard, but it wasn't easy to suppress the arousal. I forced myself to cum once and grimaced, feeling the semen coating my hand.
My penis started to swell again against my will. Masturbating secretly in someone else's house, in a place like this… Even if it wasn't entirely my fault, it felt so barbaric that I wanted to bite my tongue off.
Perhaps because the semen acted as a lubricant, the sensitivity increased. I curled up like a caterpillar, my forehead pressed against my knees, chasing the pleasure. I tried my best to be quiet.
I needed to calm down quickly. Lena would be here soon. He'd be bringing the things I asked for.
As soon as I thought that, Lena's condescending face popped into my mind.
"Ah…"
The moment I imagined his gaze, I tensed up, my toes curling. My mind went blank.
Why was I…?
I was startled and quickly drew a magic circle with my fingers, erasing all traces. However, even after ejaculating three times, the poison's effects lingered.
It didn't take long for Lena to find me.
"Finally found you. Why are you hiding here after sending me on an errand? Playing hide-and-seek or something?"
Not having heard his approaching footsteps, I flinched in surprise. But it seemed Lena had already seen everything.
"...What's wrong?"
His voice sounded slightly hesitant. I was burning up, my entire body flushed crimson.
"B-Because of the poison…"
In a barely audible voice, I explained that the monster was an aphrodisiac ingredient. I just hoped Lena wouldn't think strangely of me, knowing I wasn't in my right mind.
I couldn't see his expression. But since he probably couldn't see my face either, should I consider this fortunate?
"...Do you need this?"
He stared at me for a moment before holding something out. I frowned, trying to make out the uneven outline in the darkness. It was the Ogre No. 3 prototype…
Need my ass. What a ridiculous thing to say.
"It's dusty there."
"...."
"You're acting like you're in heat, so what are you going to do alone, crammed in this narrow space?"
I knew I was a mess. My crotch was probably stiff, reeking of semen. I knew I was covered in dust and sweat without even looking.
Lena crouched down as if to meet my eyes. I instinctively looked up, and our eyes met. At that moment, for some reason, I felt a jolt in my lower abdomen.
"...."
Lena's gaze drifted downwards, landing between my already spread legs. I thought he might laugh, but he showed no particular reaction. He stared at my swollen member and asked,
"Does it hurt?"
It wasn't concern. But it didn't seem like he was mocking or teasing me either.
Rather…
'Curiosity?'
Lena slowly rolled his purple eyes, staring intently at me. Then, with his usual expressionless face, he asked,
"Tell me, how does it feel to have an erection?"
Haylan believed humanity was obsessed with sex and love, regardless of the era. Because history, philosophy, and every other field never failed to mention love.
He'd close a book, no matter how good it was, if the protagonist became consumed by love. What was the point of ruining a perfectly good situation because of a single emotion? Why would someone betray their country for someone they had slept with once?
Love, the feeling of cherishing someone deeply.
One day, Haylan became curious. He asked the maid attending him, "Am I emotionally deficient? Am I abnormal for not understanding love?"
The maid smiled and replied,
'You are kinder than anyone I know, Young Master.'
Haylan became even more confused by her answer. Was kindness love? Why was her answer completely irrelevant to his question?
There's a world within books. Haylan experienced the world vicariously through books, and learned about it through them.
Having absorbed countless books into his mind, almost to the point of addiction, it was only natural for questions to arise. Why did people act so irrationally and suffer losses?
He had lived for hundreds of years with the vague thought that he would understand someday. He still didn't understand. The more he didn't understand, the more mechanically he sought out stories about love, and nothing changed.
"How does it feel to have an erection?"
Living beings have sex for procreation, but humans engage in sexual activity for reasons other than reproduction.
For pleasure. He had always been curious.
"Do you have someone you like?"
"Why are you asking that so suddenly?"
"They say you need a side dish when you release water. I read it in a book."
"...I told you to stop reading those kinds of books."
Despite being in no state to lecture anyone, he still chided Haylan.
"So, who were you thinking about while you were doing it?"
"...."
His eyes wavered. And judging by the crimson flush rising to his neck, he must have been thinking of someone.
"Please, just go. I'm begging you…"
Chahyun pleaded. This was the first time he had seen him so disheveled. Perhaps that was why Haylan didn't want to leave just yet.
"Do you think this is the first time I've seen something like this?"
Haylan rested his chin on his hand and said nonchalantly,
"I've seen a guy crawling on all fours naked with a boner."
"That's perverted."
"That's why he was arrested by the guards."
Sometimes, reality was more extreme than the worlds depicted in books. He later found out, after satisfying his curiosity, that the record at the guard station stated, "He did it because he loved his partner so much." Besides that, there were also others who got aroused by specific body parts, or by being hit… The world was vast, and there were many strange people in it.
Haylan thought, perhaps love wasn't as purely bright and beautiful as stories made it out to be.
"I'll watch, so go ahead."
"What are you…?"
"There are all sorts of fetishes in the world. Who knows, maybe you're a pervert who gets aroused by being watched."
Chahyun slightly frowned at his blunt words.
…Maybe that was too much.
Haylan discarded the idea and voiced his next thought.
"It's okay, this is treatment. If you don't like it, just pretend I'm not here. You know I'm not human, right?"
Chahyun didn't seem convinced by his words at all, but eventually, succumbing to the arousal, he started moving his hand up and down, his legs still spread. Haylan began to observe him with an impassive gaze.
His writhing body, ragged breaths, and hot, moist exhales. It was all just like he'd seen and read. He had seen a man masturbating in public before, but this was the first time he observed it so closely.
It was still an incomprehensible act. There wasn't much to see, aside from his flushed ears and the occasional moans he let out.
In books, they would cry out their lover's name and moan dramatically, but perhaps reality and fiction were inherently different. This act wasn't masturbation; it was truly closer to treatment.