The Man with Hypnotic Powers Doesn't Hold Back the Second Time Around-Chapter 277

To Yujin’s eyes, it was a sight no less harmful than a biohazard.

"Quick, treat her immediately—"

"Uweeehhhh!!!"

"What’s wrong with you?!"

His body reacted on instinct, retching violently. Deep within his psyche, the part of him that labeled himself “the breeding guy” recoiled in horror, crying, That’s rotten!

"Are you sick too?! Well, no choice then. I’ll examine you myself, so take off your clothes—"

"You little—Paimon! Get down and headbutt the floor, now!"

"Kuhhh!!? M-my horns!!!"

"You vile little punching bag, you tried to assassinate her?!"

Yujin’s disgust quickly turned to fury.

After all, Paimon was a demon by nature. Yujin knew her penchant for mischief well enough to suspect her immediately.

Without waiting for an explanation, he unsheathed his katana.

The blade darted toward Paimon’s neck, ready to cleave—

"Stop! Don’t do it…!"

"…Huh? Principal?"

—Pause.

"Kyaaaa!!!"

The blade stopped mere millimeters from Paimon’s neck.

The demoness, having narrowly avoided decapitation, trembled in fear. She may have wet herself a little, but Yujin couldn’t have cared less.

His mind began to race.

It’s not dementia, is it? If it were, she wouldn’t have summoned me so desperately. And if she were trying to kill someone, wouldn’t she have… done something more extreme? Besides, Paimon can’t harm me thanks to the hypnosis.

Step by step, he ruled out the possibilities.

His katana slid back into its sheath with a metallic clink.

—Clang.

And I didn’t hypnotize the principal. That precaution I left in place during the last raid should still be working. So, she didn’t strip because of hypnosis…

Wait. Why does her voice sound so weak? Could she actually be sick?

Looking at Seol Hayeon’s frail condition, Yujin’s face darkened.

Now wasn’t the time for dry-heaving or baseless accusations.

"Paimon, tell me exactly what happened. No distortions, no tricks, no attempts to deceive me. Why is she like this?"

"Well, the thing is…"

"Sigh, this is going to drive me insane."

Once he heard the full explanation, even Yujin felt faint.

She drank a rejuvenation potion and collapsed from the side effects?!

This was the same woman who had just celebrated a heartwarming retirement ceremony. Yujin’s emotional high from that event hadn’t even worn off yet.

And now this?

I knew it. I always knew something like this would happen. She was always eating random "healthy" crap!

"So? What do I have to do?"

Despite his exasperation, Yujin couldn’t ignore her plight.

The bond he’d formed with her over the years, both before and after his regression, wouldn’t let him abandon her.

Whatever it took, he was determined to save her.

"Forgive me for saying this, but… you’ll need to remove your clothes."

"…Why?"

"Because you must transfer your yang energy to her. In this world, it’s called the principle of yin-yang union."

"…"

This damn erotic game world is finally crossing the line!!!

Yujin staggered back in horror. Even as the self-proclaimed "breeding guy," this was too much.

"No way. Absolutely not!"

"Of course, as a man, you’d be hesitant. But if you don’t act, she’ll freeze to death!"

"That’s… Wait, why me?! There are plenty of other men out there!"

"Any ordinary man would have his yang energy drained instantly and freeze to death! Only someone like you, with yang energy beyond the norm, can do this!"

"Kyaaaaaa!!!"

The young man found himself cornered against the wall, tears welling up in his eyes. His expression betrayed the sheer terror he was feeling.

"…Damn it."

I can’t believe I have to ask a man this… This is humiliating as a woman!

From Paimon’s perspective, the situation couldn’t have been more mortifying.

Coming from a world where gender roles were reversed, asking a man to engage in physical closeness was akin to demanding a maiden share a bed with a man. Yujin’s trembling and tearful reluctance made perfect sense to her.

She hesitated, unsure how to proceed…

"I… I want to save the principal, too! But physically, it’s impossible! There’s no way I can… uh… rise to the occasion when looking at her!"

"Huh? What are you talking about?"

"I’m saying I can’t get aroused looking at that old lady!"

"…!!!? You look so modest, and then you blurt out things like that?!"

Paimon’s deliberation ended abruptly when she realized Yujin had entirely misunderstood the situation.

"Wait. Could it be that you’re mistaken? You only need to hold her."

"Even so, I can’t… I can’t… do that!"

"No, no! I mean just a hug!"

"…What?"

Yujin’s face burned as the realization hit him. His eyes darted away in embarrassment.

Lately, everything’s been solved with sex—from domestic disputes to divine purification. No wonder I misunderstood…

He glanced back at Seol Hayeon, making a conscious effort to focus only on her face to avoid any visual “hazards.” Her pained expression made it clear that urgent action was needed.

"So… all I have to do is hug her?"

"Exactly. It’s not like I’m asking you to sacrifice your virtue."

"Are you sure there’s no sex involved? Because if you’re lying, I’ll strip you and hang you from a flagpole in place of the national flag."

"Would I dare lie? While coupling would be the fastest method, your extraordinary yang energy should suffice with simple skin-to-skin contact for about half a day."

"Hmm."

Yujin fell into thought.

The task: hugging a naked Seol Hayeon for twelve hours.

The cost: a lifetime of trauma.

The reward: saving her life.

It was a quest he would normally reject without hesitation, but…

If it’s just a hug…

Surprisingly, his initial misunderstanding worked in Paimon’s favor. By setting the bar so high initially, the actual request seemed far more reasonable in comparison—a classic negotiation tactic.

"Can we do it back-to-back instead?"

"I understand your modesty, but that would slow the process down too much."

"Fine, but at least keep our lower bodies apart—"

"No. Your abdomen must align with hers, and your yang energy must flow into her heart while her yin energy merges with your core."

"Sigh. Fine."

Resigned, Yujin began removing his clothes.

His expression was one of stoic determination, befitting a hero about to make a great sacrifice.

Paimon’s face turned red at the sight.

H-he’s undressing in front of me! Ahem. I’d better supervise closely, just in case…

Of course, her blush wasn’t out of professionalism but rather a reaction rooted in her reversed-world instincts.

Her gaze lingered on Yujin with a mix of curiosity and something far less appropriate—something even Yujin, the self-proclaimed "breeding guy," found deeply uncomfortable.

"…Hey, Paimon. Go stand guard outside the door."

"Churrrp—Hm? But I need to supervise—"

"If you lie, I’ll kill you. Do you really need to stay here?"

"That’s not it, but… there’s always the ‘what if.’"

"Then wait outside and make sure no one comes in. Especially Shia, Alice, my master, Haru, or Winterer."

"…Fine."

To think he wouldn’t even show me a glimpse of skin. Such a noble man! How frustrating.

Caught red-handed, Paimon left the room reluctantly.

Creak. The door closed, leaving only Yujin and Seol Hayeon in the room.

Yujin, now fully undressed, slowly approached the sofa.

"Kuh… It’s so cold…"

"…"

It’s fine. I’ll just stare at the ceiling and count the stains until it’s over. Then I’ll go home, shower, and erase this memory. Just hang in there for a bit.

Finally, he wrapped his arms around Seol Hayeon.

Naked. Tightly.

…Life.

***

Seol Hayeon hovered on the brink of death.

[Hayeon, what do you want to be when you grow up?]

[Hmm… A police officer!]

Is this… me as a child?

Amidst the paralyzing cold that froze her body, her mind retreated, laying out memories of her distant past.

A time so long ago she had nearly forgotten—back in the 1960s when horses still roamed the streets. It was the day she first started elementary school.

That’s right… I thought police officers were so cool.

[Come now, what kind of nonsense is that? A girl can’t be a police officer.]

[Exactly. Be like your mother and take care of the household. A woman’s duty is to serve her husband.]

Father… Mother…?

The scene shifted rapidly before her eyes.

Young Seol Hayeon, boldly declaring her dream of becoming a police officer, was met with disapproving words from her mother and the agreement of her father.

Unthinkable now, but back then, such sentiments were considered normal. Her dream of becoming a police officer was dismissed as easily as it had been spoken.

[My dream is to be a homemaker!]

Being an ordinary housewife didn’t seem so bad.

Instead of a police officer, she began to dream of being a wife.

Like her mother, she would serve her husband and be loved in return—a kind and dutiful wife. That became her second dream.

[…Seol Hayeon. You say you want to be a housewife, but why are you out sword-fighting with the boys again?]

[Oh dear, what are we going to do with that tomboy?]

Of course, her nature never truly changed.

Much to her parents’ exasperation, she continued to run wild, leaving them to wonder who would ever take her as a bride.

[Hmm? Intuition? What’s tha—]

[Kyaaaa! That crazy girl killed someone!]

[Wait, it’s true? A strange, ominous light flashed in the sky, and then everyone there was taken! It must’ve been the work of ghosts!]

[…I think I can save them!]

That’s how I survived my first real battle.

Those experiences became the foundation of Awakened Seol Hayeon.

Her journey began as she rose to lead a confused and frightened Korea during the chaos of the Gate incidents, her story becoming that of a legendary hero.

I went through so much after that…

[Why are there so many female Awakened? There are hardly any men!]

[Senior, not this again.]

[Are you surprised? You’ll end up an old maid before you know it. What else can you expect?]

I guess I held onto the dream of being a housewife longer than I realized.

But even heroes have small, unspoken wishes.

A dream she had eventually let go of in the face of the passing years.

A wish that had become so distant and forgotten she could barely recognize it. To marry, have a family, and spend her life with someone she loved. That had been her second dream for the future.

[Should I introduce you to someone? My cousin’s a real catch—]

[No, no, I’m too busy for that.]

[You say that every time, but you always complain later.]

Maybe I should have said yes back then.

She had cast aside that hope with her own hands.

To carry the weight of Korea’s future, she had let go of her own dreams.

And while this was only one of the countless pieces of happiness she had sacrificed…

[…Tsk. I’m not even menstruating anymore.]

Yeah, I did feel a bit pitiful back then.

Time, as always, was unforgiving.

The happiness she had abandoned became covered in dust, losing its original brilliance and fading until it seemed beyond repair.

The moment her tiny flame of hope was snuffed out, it was as if her very spirit had frozen over.

What was the point of living so earnestly, only to die cold and alone like this? Tsk.

The endless march of memories began to blur.

She let go of the thin thread of consciousness she had been clinging to, believing death awaited her at the end of this recollection.

Yet, as her frozen heart resigned itself to the inevitable, a warmth she had not expected began to spread.

Seol Hayeon was teetering on the edge of life and death.

[Director?]

Still, if this is the end, at least it’s warm now. It was freezing just a moment ago.

[Director? Are you conscious, Director?]

Hah, so noisy. What, are Grim Reapers these days part of that "MZ generation" or whatever they call it?

And then…

[Ma’am, stop pretending to sleep. I’ve been like this for three hours, and I’m bored.]

Wait. Why does that voice sound like that shameless guy…

—Whoosh.

"…Huh!?"

She jolted awake at the faint breeze grazing her ear.

With the reflexes of a seasoned Awakened, she quickly assessed her surroundings.

Was I unconscious? How long have I been lying here… Hm? Seo Yujin?

It didn’t take long for her to realize it.

Seo Yujin was holding her tightly, their bodies pressed so close that she could feel every contour of his form against her own.

And, most notably…

They were both completely naked.

"…!!!!!?"

What in the world is this indecent nonsense?!

Though she couldn’t see, she could feel it.

Her chest, which had never known a man’s touch, was pressed firmly against his well-defined torso.

Their abdomens were flush together, and his manhood was snugly lodged against her lower abdomen. Whether due to their height difference or positioning, his length rested against her pubic area, causing her folds to part slightly.

Waking up from the brink of death to what she could only interpret as a sexual assault from a man three times younger, she shot upright in shock.

"What do you think you’re—uhk."

"Hey, don’t lift your head. You’re still a patient."

"…"

Her attempt to sit up only resulted in her lower body shifting slightly, causing the sensitive head of his member to graze against her clitoris.

A jolt of unfamiliar pleasure coursed through her, leaving her trembling.

"What… what is going on here? Explain yourself."

"Don’t you remember? You drank some weird potion calling it a rejuvenation elixir, then collapsed, claiming you were dying."

"Oh."

"See? That’s why I told you to stop randomly drinking stuff."

Yujin, oblivious to the inappropriate position of his body, spoke casually, unaware that his manhood was pressed against her in ways that were far from medical.

Seol Hayeon, on the other hand, was left bewildered.

What is this shameless guy doing, rubbing himself against my most private area like it’s nothing?

…Ah. Sensory-blocking hypnosis. Of course.

In reality, Yujin was truly unaware.

Three hours ago, when he had first embraced her, his body reacted with intense revulsion. To deal with it, he had layered multiple hypnotic suggestions upon himself.

First, he applied sensory-blocking hypnosis to numb all physical sensations below his neck. Second, he used another hypnosis to suppress his gag reflex and revulsion, repeating, You can’t be disgusted while saving someone’s life.

The result was Yujin completely shutting off his awareness of what his body was touching. All he knew was that he was holding her for treatment purposes.

"Anyway, according to Paimon, we need to stay like this for about half a day."

"…What?"

"This is just a medical procedure, ma’am. Nothing weird about it. Understand?"

"Hah…."

The more he spoke, the more his flaccid member pressed against her.

Although it wasn’t erect, its shape and texture were still unmistakable. The pressure sent a strange sensation through her body, which had become hyper-aware of his every movement.

Her hips involuntarily shifted, and her folds brushed against his length, her body instinctively responding to the overwhelming yang energy radiating from him—a natural remedy to the yin energy surging within her.

Her breathing grew heavier.

"You shameless little bastard…"

"Hey, no need to call me names. I’m not doing this because I want to. Believe me."

"…That’s precisely why you’re a shameless bastard. You perverted little scoundrel."

"What can I say? People need to survive."

Yujin remained unfazed by her increasingly labored breathing.

To him, Seol Hayeon was just a patient who had been freezing cold hours ago. That her body had warmed up and her breath had quickened seemed like natural reactions.

He remained blissfully ignorant of the fact that his manhood was now slick with her fluids.

This shameless bastard… Wait. Could it be he’s blocked his senses? Does he not even realize what he’s doing?

—Shift.

…He really doesn’t know.

Seol Hayeon, driven by a sudden curiosity, shifted her hips experimentally. Just a little, she told herself—purely for experimentation. But the motion was anything but subtle. Her lower lips dragged boldly against the unresponsive member pressed against her, their contact unmistakable.

The oblivious Seo Yujin gave no reaction, his composed expression telling her everything she needed to know.

So that’s why… no doubt about it.

"…I’m sorry. For subjecting you to such humiliation with my aging body."

A faint bitterness tugged at her heart.

Seized by an unexplainable twinge of sadness, Seol Hayeon forced herself upright. Though her body was still cold and trembling, she thought she could endure it.

But as soon as she tried to leave…

—Grab!

"Hey, where do you think you’re going? You’re still a patient."

"Kyaa!? Let go of me! Aren’t you the one who’s always recoiled at the sight of my naked body?"

"True, but that doesn’t mean I’d leave you alone when you’re sick and shivering."

Yujin pulled her back into his arms, refusing to let her go.

His body radiated warmth, both physically and emotionally, as his yang energy flowed into her.

"You shameless bastard. What, did you think I’d fall for this?"

"Of course not. I’m sure you hate this as much as I do."

"Then let me go!"

"But I hate the idea of you dying even more."

"…"

Their conversation, exchanged while they clung to each other completely naked, carried an odd intimacy.

The young man, blunt and genuine, spoke his truth without hesitation. His calm, heartfelt voice hung in the air.

"I’ve always teased you, thinking you didn’t care for this kind of attention. But I know better. I know what you’ve sacrificed for Korea."

"What are you talking about?"

"Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten? I’m the one who tracked down your former colleagues for the retirement ceremony. I heard everything from them."

It had been Yujin’s idea to reunite her with the first-generation Awakened. Those comrades who had disappeared into obscurity, leaving Seol Hayeon to shoulder the burden of their absence, had all come together for her sake.

[Hayeon’s retiring? Oh, don’t even bring her up. She probably hates us.]

[Why? Because we left her to deal with everything on her own, of course. She bore the brunt of all the criticism—people called her a monster.]

[Looking back, she probably just needed comrades to lean on. Not juniors who idolized her, but friends who’d crack jokes and share her struggles.]

[She used to joke about wanting to meet a good man, settle down, and all that. But, well… life happened.]

"So your dream was to be a housewife, huh? I heard you even got matchmaking offers but turned them down, saying you were too busy."

It wasn’t that Seol Hayeon had been undesired.

As a kind and beautiful Awakened, there had been countless people who admired her and even confessed their feelings.

But she had turned them all down. She had sacrificed her personal happiness for the greater good of Korea’s future.

Yujin understood what that meant.

"You’ve worked hard enough, haven’t you? You’ve finally retired. Now it’s time to walk a flower-strewn path. Find someone nice, get married, and live happily."

"Marriage…?"

"Yeah. If you look around, I’m sure you’ll find someone. I mean, the Secret Society of Grandma Admirers is everywhere."

"…"

Seol Hayeon blinked in surprise.

The happiness she had abandoned so long ago that it felt like a distant dream—something so covered in dust she thought it could never be restored—was suddenly being laid out before her again.

And yet, for some reason, a different kind of heat began to spread through her body.

"Hah… at my age, would that even be okay?"

"If you’re happy, who cares? If anything, people would cheer you on."

"What if the man I like doesn’t return my feelings?"

"Bring that bastard to me. I’ll make him join the Grandma Admirers by force."

"Oh?"

Her purple eyes narrowed with interest. This shameless young man—just how far would he go with his audacious remarks?

"So, you’re saying you want me to be happy? That I should let myself catch a second wind at this age?"

"Absolutely. I’ve always acted snarky around you, but I care about you as much as anyone else. Maybe even more."

"More than other men, you say?"

"Not like you have other men around you, right? Just me."

"…That’s true. There’s no one else but you."

Seol Hayeon chuckled despite herself. She had thought this countless times since the day they first met.

He was truly a shameless brat.

"…"

It’s a little embarrassing, but… well, I’m going to erase this memory later anyway. Might as well say what I want while I can.

Yujin, of course, had no such intention.

To him, this was a temporary, forgettable moment—a chance to lay his thoughts bare without restraint.

"Hah… Hah♡"

Why is my body… so hot…?

Seol Hayeon's body continued to heat up.

The yin energy filling her was essentially identical to sexual desire—her body craved the yang energy of a man desperately.

And there he was, the "shameless guy," practically wagging his "tail" as if inviting her. It was only natural her mind would begin to spin.

Her instincts, driven by a need to release the pent-up yin energy, joined forces with long-forgotten dreams, pulling her deeper into this moment.

"Hmm, excuse me. Could I get up for a moment?"

"Uh, no, Chairwoman. You’re still a patient."

"I only need to move for a little while. I just want to use my phone to make a quick call."

"To who?"

"To Professor Han—the new principal. I’ll ask him to work somewhere else for today while we stay here."

"Ah, well, in that case…"

Yujin loosened his grip slightly, allowing Seol Hayeon to rise.

The sound of her footsteps echoed through the principal’s office.

Though a dutiful young man, Yujin instinctively turned his eyes away to avoid catching a glimpse of anything inappropriate. But then—

—Stumble.

"Ah!"

"Chairwoman! Are you okay?!"

The sound of a misstep caused him to snap his gaze back to her, worried she might have hurt herself.

"Ugh… I’m sorry. My legs are weak."

"Gasp."

It was then he saw her fully naked form.

Under normal circumstances, Yujin would have retched at such a sight, but—

Gulp.

What the… Why am I not disgusted? Did I overdo the hypnosis?

The instincts of the "breeding guy" had just issued a surprising verdict: possible.

After three hours of absorbing her yin energy, her body had undergone partial transformation—becoming elf-like, her physical age reverting to her youthful prime.

On the surface, she might have appeared the same, but…

Why am I… turned on by her?

So, it’s true. Her body’s rejuvenating.

No one understood this better than Seol Hayeon herself.

She could feel it—the sagging softness of her chest had given way to firm elasticity. Her once dry skin now gleamed with a healthy radiance, and her joints felt smooth and limber, as if oiled.

Her body was no longer old and weary. It was the body of her youth, back when marriage proposals flooded in.

What the hell am I thinking, looking at an old lady like this!?

"Ahem! I’m sorry…"

Yujin tried to avert his eyes again, but then—

—Thud.

"Oh, no!"

"Chairwoman! Are you… UGH!"

Why is she sprawled out like that? Is this a feature of this damn eroge-like world?!

Seol Hayeon had fallen again, but this time she landed with her legs wide open.

Between her thighs was a scene impossible to ignore: her glistening, honey-drenched lower lips, slightly parted, revealing the soft pink flesh within.

Her clitoris, swollen and exposed, seemed to beg for relief, while her folds seemed to cry out for the yang energy her body so desperately needed.

The image was burned into Yujin’s mind.

Exactly as she had intended.

Look at him, unable to tear his eyes away. Hmph. He always acted like he hated me, but now he’s being honest, isn’t he?

"Ah… I’m sorry. My legs just gave out again."

"Uh… Yeah, that… that can happen."

The honest young man, oblivious to her scheme, simply apologized.

Churrrp.

Shameless bastard♡.

But in Seol Hayeon’s eyes, it was an entirely different scene.

The body of a man unsatisfied even with seven wives, and his groin—fully erect and proud.

Though unaware himself, Yujin’s fully aroused length stood as undeniable proof of his reaction to her naked form.

Seol Hayeon chuckled quietly.

"What’s with that proud little erection of yours, you shameless brat♡?"

"Huh? What are you—OH GOD!!!"

I didn’t even realize I was fully erect because of the sensory-blocking hypnosis!!!

Yujin paled, his body trembling in shock.

How could I… How could I get aroused by the Chairwoman?! This is impossible!

It felt like his world was collapsing.

"I-it’s not what it looks like! It’s just a physiological reaction!"

"All that talk earlier about wanting me to be happy, about me needing to get married… Was it because you just wanted to fool around with me?"

"Please, stop making baseless accusations!!!"

Desperate to salvage the situation, Yujin reached down, attempting to apply the long-buried "lust-sealing hypnosis" he hadn’t used since the Hypnosis-chan incident. But before he could—

"Relax, it was just a joke. Actually, this might be a good thing."

"What…?"

"If a man is aroused, his yang energy grows stronger, doesn’t it? It’ll help with the treatment."

"That’s… That doesn’t make any sense!"

"Come on now. Before it fades, let’s make the most of it. Quickly, back into position."

"What are you even saying!?"

Before Yujin could finish reinforcing his hypnosis, Seol Hayeon approached him with surprising speed—far faster than someone who had been stumbling just moments earlier.

And then…

Seol Hayeon moved boldly, her body entirely driven by instinct.

If this keeps up, it’ll be a disaster!

"No matter what, you’d hate this, wouldn’t you?"

"As if! You’ve already seen my naked body, so take responsibility and warm me up properly!♡"

"Eek!!!"

Without hesitation, Seol Hayeon threw herself into Yujin’s arms.

Her weight pressed firmly against his still-erect member, pinning it tightly between their bodies.

"Hah…♡ So warm. I love how firm it feels, like an iron rod pressing against me♡."

"…"

Why does it actually seem to work better this way?

The earnest young man couldn’t bring himself to push her away.

The abundant yang energy coursing through his body began transferring into her at almost twice the previous rate.

It wasn’t something he could refuse—this approach was, unfortunately, proving effective for her treatment.

"Ahem… This is strictly medical treatment. Understand? I don’t have that kind of interest in you."

"Now, now. Don’t get all shy and lose your steam. That would be such a tease."

—Slide, rub.

"…Chairwoman?"

"Oh, rubbing it against my stomach makes it stand right back up!"

"Chairwoman!!!?"

Taking advantage of the moment, Seol Hayeon grew even bolder, moving her body deliberately against his.

Her folds brushed against his manhood with practiced rhythm, stimulating it with her slick, warm skin.

Even without an erection, the sensation might have gone unnoticed. But fully hard and sensitive, Yujin’s body couldn’t help but respond.

The mingling of sweat and pre-cum created a natural lubricant, amplifying the lewd sound of flesh sliding against flesh.

"What are you doing right now…?"

"I’m just♡ trying to get rid of all this yin energy faster♡."

Her glistening womanhood coated his length with her arousal, marking it as her own as if declaring, This belongs to me now.

Yujin finally realized what she was doing.

"You crazy old woman… Are you seriously… using me like this?"

"This is treatment♡. My body warms up much faster this way♡."

"…"

Mir-nim, is this world’s logic seriously okay?!

He hesitated to stop her.

Partly because he could sense that this was her body’s natural response to her condition, but mostly because…

Well, she’s probably never even masturbated before. Of course her head’s spinning.

It had been sixty years since she’d experienced anything remotely close to this. He could only empathize.

Yujin recalled his own first time after twenty years—it had been overwhelming. For someone like her, enduring six decades of solitude, it was no wonder her body acted of its own accord.

In the end, he sighed and closed his eyes.

"…Do whatever you want."

Might as well get it over with and erase the memory later. Better than hugging her like this for half a day.

Seol Hayeon took his surrender as a green light and began moving with renewed enthusiasm.

Her modest chest pressed against his torso, sliding and bouncing as she moved. Her hardened nipples grazed his skin, delivering small shocks of pleasure.

The sound of their sweaty bodies sticking and separating echoed in the room, a wet, lewd melody.

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"Hah♡ Huff♡."

Why is this thing so big♡? It’s practically reaching my ribs♡!

Seol Hayeon’s body moved instinctively, rubbing against Yujin’s hardened length with deliberate intent.

Her plump glans teased his lower abdomen, occasionally tickling the area near his navel. If she shifted high enough, the very tip of his manhood brushed near her diaphragm, a testament to its considerable length.

Just the thought of what it would feel like to take him inside sent shivers through her.

Her dripping, slick folds, wet with her own arousal, clung to his length. She arched her hips to rub her clitoris along the ridge just beneath his head, then slid down, dragging her soft folds all the way to his balls.

Each time her movement caused his testicles to slap against her inner thighs, she couldn’t help but gasp softly.

She could feel every vein on his shaft, her hypersensitive body registering every detail as it brushed against her.

"Hah, huff♡… Why do you keep your eyes shut?"

"Because if I open them, I’ll probably say something I’ll regret."

"Don’t be so stuck-up♡. Go ahead, open them. You might like what you see."

"Could you please stop twisting things…."

"Keep your eyes closed too long, and who knows? I might just slip it inside by accident."

"You crazy old woman!!!"

Yujin’s eyes snapped open, glaring at her with sharp focus.

While he tolerated this quasi-sexual interaction as part of her treatment—it was, after all, medically necessary, and he could erase the memory later—there were limits he couldn’t allow to be crossed.

But little did he know, this was precisely what Seol Hayeon had planned.

"Ha! You hate it that much? The idea of the two of us becoming one?"

"Of course, I do! I already have seven wives."

"Seven, eight—what’s the difference at this point?"

"Uh, excuse me? Weren’t you the one who said heroes should stick to three wives and a mistress?!"

"I never said such nonsense, you shameless brat♡."

Taking advantage of his distraction, Seol Hayeon leaned closer, burying her face into the crook of his neck.

Their faces were so close now that even the faintest whisper could be heard.

She exhaled a warm, sweet breath against his ear and murmured:

"You said you wanted to make me happy, didn’t you?♡"

"T-that was for the Secret Society of Grandma Admirers…."

"And yet, here you are, erect as a flagpole, lusting after my body. What are you then? The shining beacon of the Grandma Admirers?"

"…This is absurd."

"Admit it. You’re attracted to me. You see me as a woman and want to claim me as yours, don’t you?♡"

"……."

Yujin fell silent, his words caught in his throat.

Even he couldn’t deny the twisted logic she was laying out.

Seol Hayeon seized the moment, continuing her sultry whisper.

"You’ve already seen my naked body, held me while I was unconscious. Don’t you think you should take responsibility for that?"

"This… This is medical treatment!"

"Even if it’s for treatment, would you have gone this far if you didn’t feel anything for me? Let’s be honest."

"I just… I just wanted you to be happy."

"And what’s wrong with that? Maybe deep down, you’re just frustrated. Seven wives aren’t enough to satisfy you, so your body keeps reacting like this. Am I wrong?"

"……."

"If you keep playing coy, you’re just going to mess things up. Wouldn’t it be better to just add one more wife? It’s not like the others would mind."

As Korea’s legendary hero and a woman gifted with uncanny intuition, Seol Hayeon’s pinpoint seduction began chipping away at Yujin’s mental defenses.

It sounded… oddly reasonable.

"But my wives—"

"Do you really think your wives want to see me die? Do you think Haru, or Wyn, or even Winterer would be okay with that?"

"……."

"And what about Shia, Alice, or Ninomiya? Are they in love with a man who’d let someone die just to preserve his so-called fidelity?"

"That’s… that’s not fair."

"And what about Bojji or Sibylla? Could you stand before them with your head held high after letting this happen?"

Her relentless persuasion continued.

All the while, their bodies pressed closer together, grinding against each other in an increasingly heated rhythm.

Images of his wives flashed through Yujin’s mind. At first, he had been reluctant to take them in, but over time, he had come to love each of them equally. Could they forgive him if he failed to save Seol Hayeon because of some stubborn principle?

—Pause.

Wait, hold on. All I have to do is stay close to her. Why is this suddenly about marriage?

Of course, that logical realization was fleeting.

As a sharp young man, it didn’t take long for Yujin to identify the flaw in her argument, but—

"——You just hesitated, didn’t you?"

"…Ah!!!"

Seol Hayeon had one simple goal: to make him imagine, even for a fleeting moment, a future where she was part of his life. A future where she stood among his wives. A future where they were married.

—Smirk.

How dishonest of him.

In that instant, her intuition clicked, sensing the truth buried deep within Yujin’s heart.

His recent frustration.

The guilt he felt for the strain his wives endured each night.

The compassion and bond he’d built with her over time.

The guilt of unintentionally holding her naked body.

The debt he felt, believing no one else could bring her happiness.

And finally…

If he truly had no feelings for me, he would have let this go cleanly. What a sweet little fool.

"Ahem. For now, let’s focus on finishing this treatment before discussing anything further."

Seol Hayeon tossed out a suggestion, her tone light yet calculated.

Yujin nodded quickly, as if eager to agree.

"Y-yes, of course! Let’s finish the treatment first. You’re… not quite yourself right now. After you’ve calmed down, we’ll talk then."

Yeah, it’s just the yin energy messing with her. Once she’s back to normal, she’ll start calling me a shameless brat again.

His desperate conviction was almost pitiful, though Seol Hayeon couldn’t help but find it endearing.

"Alright then. Lie down for a moment."

"…Why? What for?"

"To fully remove the yin energy, it’ll be quicker if I put your… manhood inside me."

"What kind of nonsense is that?!"

Her casual declaration shattered his fragile trust.

"That’s… that’s sex!"

"Not quite. The yang energy is concentrated at the tip, so I only need to insert just the tip. It’ll be over quickly."

"Excuse me?!"

"If you’re uncomfortable, we can keep rubbing against each other like this. But I might lose control and end up putting it in all the way."

"W-wait a second."

Yujin found himself spiraling into an agonizing dilemma.

Just the tip… Isn’t that still sex? But then again, if it’s not breaking her virginity and it’s strictly for medical purposes… maybe it’s okay?

As someone who had lived through multiple lifetimes, this might have been the most absurd and challenging decision he’d ever faced.

"…You won’t do anything without my permission, right?"

"Of course not. Forcing myself on someone unwilling would be… well, that would be a crime, wouldn’t it?"

"And you swear it’ll just be the tip? Nothing more?"

"If you’re worried, you can even hypnotize me. Unless you explicitly tell me you want more, I won’t do a thing."

"…I’ll trust you, then."

Ultimately, Yujin chose to prioritize her treatment.

Even though she seemed fine on the outside, her body was still filled with yin energy. In martial arts terms, it was as if her meridians were clogged with destructive energy—a condition that could cause immense suffering.

He couldn’t just leave her like this, no matter how uncomfortable it made him.

Seol Hayeon’s lips curled into a satisfied smile.

"Alright then, lie back. I’ll handle the rest from here."

"Wait, wouldn’t it be better if I was on top? That way, I can control—"

"I may look confident, but this is my first time. Letting you handle it feels… unsettling."

"…I’ll trust you."

"Good boy♡."

Yujin lay down on the floor, his heart pounding with apprehension.

Seol Hayeon straddled him, her movements deliberate but steady.

A thin string of her arousal dripped from her entrance, connecting to his hardened length.

"Alright. Now… drop the hypnosis, won’t you?"

"Hypnosis? What hypnosis?"

"That trick you used to block your sensations. Release it. Quickly."

"Why? Isn’t it better this way?"

"What if my legs give out and I fall? You need to stay aware and stop me before something goes wrong, don’t you?"

"…Fine. You really don’t plan on going any further, right?"

"Of course not. Unless you ask me to♡."

With a sigh, Yujin deactivated the sensory-blocking hypnosis, his trust in her evident despite the absurdity of the situation.

"Good. Now… give me all your warmth♡."

"Take as much as you need. I’ve got plenty to spare these days."

"That’s what I like to hear♡."

Seol Hayeon’s flower finally kissed the tip of Yujin’s manhood.

The sensation drew a low moan from both of them.

"Mm…"

This is a treatment. A medical act. Legal under the Noble Breeder's Act…

This shameless scoundrel♡.

Her hips gradually lowered. The shyly closed petals spread wide, welcoming him inside. The sensation of her inner walls being stretched for the first time in her life made Seol Hayeon let out a faint groan.

"Haah…♡."

"Chairwoman, isn’t that enough already?"

"It feels like it would slip out with just a sneeze♡. Let me go a little deeper♡."

"You’re sure? You really promise?"

"I’ve told you, not without your permission♡."

Despite their agreement to insert only the tip, Yujin’s member edged further in, crossing boundaries. The plump ridge of the glans was greedily devoured by her trembling folds, the source of yang energy sparking a euphoric reaction from her body.

Yujin remained oblivious as she gradually, deliberately, took him deeper.

"By the way, Yujin, did you know something?"

"…What now?"

"The first day we met, I thought you were just all talk."

"Why are we suddenly talking about the start of the semester?"

"Just listen for a moment."

Seizing the opportunity to further distract him, she spoke while holding his gaze, a faint smile playing on her lips.

"But you were different from what I expected."

"Even with unreasonable demands, you faced them head-on with grit. The way you stood your ground against me, and the skills to back it up."

"All of it… was exactly what I was looking for."

"On that very first day, I decided I’d make you my successor, no matter what."

She reflected on that moment during the opening ceremony of the semester, when a mere cadet, barely even ranked as a C-class, had boldly joked with her.

For her, he wasn’t just another subordinate but someone she could finally see as an equal.

"But after meeting you, my life began to change drastically."

"My dorm was livelier. Instead of drinking alone at night, I found myself smiling with company."

"Even the academy felt brighter. The cadets who used to only salute me now approach with ease, thanks to your casual attitude."

"I’ve gone through many ups and downs, but it’s been an incredibly joyful year."

Thanks to Yujin, her once-dull twilight years had grown warm.

The time she spent laughing and talking with others replaced the cold solitude of drinking alone.

She had forgotten how precious that was—until she retired and spent a lonely day on her farm.

She would never forget that warmth.

"Watching you grow… honestly, I thought about it countless times."

"If only I were twenty years younger. If only you’d appeared twenty years earlier. I could finally find a partner and be happy."

"To be blunt, I guess I’ve fallen for you."

Her feelings for him had seeped into her heart over time.

What began as admiration for a bold and capable subordinate evolved into something deeper.

He became her ideal partner—the husband she had once dreamed of in a past long forgotten.

"But after taking the elixir, my perspective shifted."

"Though I haven’t fully tested it, I can feel it—my body is as young as it was in my twenties."

"And because of that… I have a selfish wish. A desire to find happiness, even at my age."

"With the man I love, Seo Yujin. With you."

She gazed at him lovingly.

He, on the other hand, appeared utterly flustered, unsure how to respond.

The sight of him nervously avoiding her gaze was endearing, so she whispered softly:

"Would you accept me as your wife♡?"

A small tearing sensation followed her confession, sealing her words with action.

Yujin’s eyes widened in shock.

Wait… that was her hymen…?

I was hesitating to respond to her confession, but how did it come to this?!

His thoughts raced as he struggled to make sense of the situation.

"Chairwoman… You said you wouldn’t go further without my answer…"

"Oh, that? You see…"

She gave him a mischievous smile.

The reason she had crossed that line despite her promise—the reason why, despite her immense strength as the number one S-rank, she allowed this moment to happen—was simple.

"I’m sorry, but I played a little dirty."

"…Dirty? What do you mean?"

"My intuition told me your answer. I knew it before you even said it."

"No way…"

"Yes way. The moment you imagined taking me as your wife, you were already thinking of me that way♡."

"……!!!!!?"

Even before he could put his feelings into words, her keen intuition had uncovered them.

A mix of admiration, respect, and complicated emotions churned within him.

But Seol Hayeon’s intuition had seen through it all.

"You love me too, Yujin♡."

"That’s ridiculous! How could—"

"If you truly didn’t, you would’ve rejected me outright when I first suggested just the tip. Or stopped me when I secretly went further."

"That’s because you…"

"Really?"

"Uh, well…"

Yujin's words abruptly dwindled into silence.

He reflected on his own emotions.

Did he truly love Seol Hayeon?

He weighed his feelings for her alongside those he held for his seven wives.

Unbelievably, the scale reached a perfect balance.

No way... Do I actually like this old woman? Have I been part of the Grandma Fan Club all along? This is absurd...

[Am I out of my mind? Getting turned on by her body is less likely than getting turned on by the chairwoman...]

“...”

It was a seed all along!

It was only then that Yujin realized the truth.

Since the beginning of the semester, whenever his desires surged uncontrollably, the person he thought about most was Seol Hayeon.

When his wives were growing in number, and he’d scoff at the idea of an impossible comparison, it was Seol Hayeon who stood as that benchmark.

Even to Kkong, hadn’t he once remarked something similar?

That being with the chairwoman was more plausible than being with him?

Of course, that was back when Yujin mistakenly thought Kkong was a man...

Wait, could it be? Did I... Did I secretly hope that if she were just 20 years younger, she’d make the perfect heroine? Is that what I thought was such a shame?!

If there wasn’t even the tiniest regret buried in his heart, such thoughts could never have surfaced.

It was a cruel truth that only came to light in his third regression.

Seol Hayeon smiled warmly.

“Yes, it seems we’ve had feelings for each other all along.♡”

“...Seriously? We didn’t see each other as potential partners because of the age gap, but deep down, we both thought we were a good match?”

“And now that I’ve regained my youth, it’s clear as day—we’re destined for each other.♡”

The happiness she had abandoned in a distant past finally came back to her.

The heroic figure who was so great that she had to endure loneliness—Seol Hayeon.

The warmth she had long yearned for, the warmth that she thought would melt her entire being, had finally found her.

"Th-that… That can’t be…"

This is ridiculous. Me? A member of the Grandma Fan Club? How could I? She’s ancient! Just because she looks a bit younger now doesn’t make this possible, does it?!

It was a world-shattering realization for Yujin.

But the despair didn’t last long.

For the first time in sixteen years, spanning both his past and regressed lives, he understood his own heart.

Feelings of love, directed at the most noble woman he’d ever known.

Yujin decided to accept it.

“...Yes. Chairwoman. I think… I think I’m in love with you, too. Yes.”

“You’re so honest—it’s adorable.♡”

“But, but hold on a second…”

His body began trembling.

As if acknowledging his feelings unleashed something primal, Yujin’s eyes grew wide as he focused on Seol Hayeon.

Her features were alive with emotion—

Brows furrowed in a mix of pleasure and exhilaration.

Lips trembling with happiness, struggling to contain their quivers.

Eyes darting nervously, unable to handle her own boldness.

In crude terms, she looked like the eighth wife you couldn’t help but fall head over heels for.

Snap. Something broke in Yujin’s mind.

“—So, it’s all you, Chairwoman? You’re the one who’s been seducing me, right?”

“...Huh?”

“All the treatments and excuses to use me for your own amusement. The time you pretended to fall just to flash me.”

“Yujin, your eyes are strange—”

“Showing off your bra every chance you got! Wearing that outdated swimsuit to show off your cleavage!!”

“Wh-what are you saying!?”

“And even calling me ‘big brother Yujin’ in a diaper outfit—that was all a seduction, wasn’t it?!”

“That wasn’t it, you perverted fool!!!”

Seol Hayeon screamed, unable to handle the flood of mortifying memories being thrown at her. Her face turned bright red as her most embarrassing moments were dug up all at once.

But she was no match for the overly excited Yujin.

“You went so far to make me want you—how could I resist? Come here!”

“Kyaaaaa!?”

The third-round mating madman swept her off her feet.

It was a position his daughters, Haru and Winterer, loved when they were younger.

A full nelson lift, locking the thighs in place while carrying someone securely.

The awkward pose made Seol Hayeon panic.

“Wh-what is this!? Put me down this instant! How could you—”

“I can’t hold back anymore!!!”

BOOM!

“Kyaaaaahhhhhhhh!!!?”

The first thing she felt was Yujin's knee in her groin.

Then the jolt that pushed against her intestines. The feel of his cock pounding against her womb.

The push. A fountain erupted from her pussy.

"Hiiiiiick♡ W-what is this♡?"

"Are you just like my Winterer, with a sprinkler tap-like—? I knew it!!!"

"What... are you even saying, hnghiiiick♡!"

Yujin, unfazed by the absurd exchange, continued his movements.

The body of a hero revered by all moved as if it were powerless, swayed by his unyielding momentum.

Delicate legs dangled aimlessly in the air, in stark contrast to the thighs firmly locked in place by the unrelenting grip of his arms.

That very helplessness only served to accelerate Seol Hayeon’s excitement.

"I was worried you might have dementia!!! But instead, you're busy seducing people!!!"

"Heut, hheut♡ Hhic♡ Well, that's just how it is♡"

"Why don’t you try saying things like back then, calling me 'oppa' and all that!!? Even wearing diapers at your age—aren’t you embarrassed!!?"

"Kyaaaahhh♡"

The sticky, slippery fluid that oozes from your pussy splatters everywhere.

Each time the thick tendons of the phallus scrape against the vaginal wall, a hot rush of pleasure gathers in your loins.

The warmth she had longed for…

It was so overwhelming that it melted reason and turned everything into a chaotic mess.

"Heut, hheut♡ Hiiiic♡"

"Even your moans are cute!!! How could you have held back all this time if you’ve been dying to be pounded like this!!!?"

But Yujin didn’t stop.

The pent-up desire from all those years, combined with the mental shock of seeing Seol Hayeon, ignited an uncontrollable, primal instinct within him.

What started as a treatment was cast aside as he filled her yin energy-laden body with unrelenting yang energy.

"That… doesn’t♡ exist, kghhh♡"

"Are you not going to be honest with me!?"

"I-it’s true♡ Even if it is♡ Hhic♡"

"Then be honest with me!!! How do you feel right now, getting pounded by me!? The hypnosis from earlier should still be in effect—you won’t be able to lie!!!"

He pressed her for answers.

Was she really trying to seduce him? Was she truly happy being taken like this?

It was a sliver of reason amidst his frenzy, prepared to stop immediately if Seol Hayeon told him to.

But instead…

"Hheut♡ There, there—it feels good♡"

"…Hah?"

"Harder—go harder, drive it in♡"

She confessed that, deep down, she had been hoping for this all along.

The intensity of my first sex, my body in heat from the penis.

I happily accepted any kind of rough sex.

Her answer was enough to shatter the last thread of reason Yujin was holding onto.

"You… y-you… you filthy old hag of a pervert!!!!"

"Kyaaaahhh♡"

The hard phallus ravishes her inner flesh.

Savoring every fold of her vagina.

Savoring each stimulus that grips his cock tightly.

With every thrust that reached her depths, and every slap of their hips colliding,

the vigorous motion sent droplets scattering across the Chairman’s office.

"S-so good♡ This, this feels amazing♡"

"Be specific! What exactly feels so good!?"

"Y-your cock♡ It’s so strong and imposing—I love it so much♡♡"

Seol Hayeon’s panting grew heavier, her wet voice becoming even more desperate.

Reveling in a pleasure she had never felt before, she tightly gripped Yujin’s arm.

"More, moooore♡ Nghiiiiick♡ Pound me harder♡♡"

-Squelch, squelch.

Seol Hayeon swayed her hips, urging him to move faster.

Her body, her mind, and her reason—

all had long since surrendered to the overwhelming pleasure.

What remained was no longer the hero of Korea.

Instead, she was a woman reduced to primal instincts, crying out in ecstasy on her first night of pleasure.

"A filthy old hag this lewd!!! Fine, I have no choice but to become the president of the Granny-Lovers Club!!!!"

"Hiiiiiick♡♡"

Yujin vigorously shook Seol Hayeon’s body.

He relentlessly thrust into her slick depths without pause.

Her tight walls contracted, gripping his length firmly.

The sensitive inner lining, heightened by the intense friction, oozed nectar that coated them both.

With every forceful motion that shook their bodies, sticky fluids splattered in every direction.

"I-I-it’s♡ strange♡ This feeling, it’s something else♡"

"Are you about to finish now!? Truly, you’re nowhere near Winterer, but what a pathetic little thing you are!!!"

"Even so, how could I possibly endure this♡"

The first to reach her limit was Seol Hayeon.

Every time his length struck her cervix, an intense wave of pleasure surged through her entire body, leaving her with no choice but to surrender.

Her hand tightly gripped Yujin’s forearm.

"Hh-heu, hheuu…♡ Do you think… you’re about to finish♡?"

"How could I hold back when the Chairwoman is this lewd!? Of course, I feel like I’m about to come any second!!!"

"……♡ Then, inside me♡ As much as you want…♡ Release it all♡"

Her breathless pleas continued, mixing with soft moans.

Even in the haze of pleasure clouding her reason, she knew—if she was going to let go, she wanted to do so together with him.

Of course, Yujin, the self-proclaimed “breeding guy,” hadn’t needed her to say it.

"In that case!!! Right now!!!!"

-Lift.

Yujin hoisted her all the way up to the very end.

His length, slick with a mix of blood and nectar, slid out with a wet sound.

What it meant—

Seol Hayeon, no longer the hero but a woman driven by primal instincts, realized it instinctively.

She didn’t need intuition or a sixth sense to understand.

‘Ah♡ This is, without a doubt…♡’

"Chairwoman!! No, Seol Hayeon!!!! As a proud rookie of the Granny-Lovers Club!!!!!"

And then, Yujin—

with all his might, brought her crashing down.

"I love you!!!!!"

-Boom!!!!

"Kyaaaaahhhhhh♡♡♡"

‘Something’s cominggggg♡’

In that moment, Seol Hayeon reached her peak first.

The thick veins bulging along his length dragged across every fold of her inner walls, flooding her with pleasure.

The swollen tip pounded relentlessly against her precious womb, the once-dormant cradle of life, sending waves of intense ecstasy through her.

Her eyes rolled back, saliva spilling messily from her mouth.

A fountain of nectar erupted from her, gushing uncontrollably.

-Splat! Spurt, fwoosh!!!

"Unghhhhh!!!!"

‘Whether it’s yin energy or whatever—just let it all disappear!!!’

Yujin reached his climax as well.

The rhythmic contractions of her walls, tightening in spasms as she peaked,

helped him release his thick, concentrated essence deep into her womb.

Feeling the thick, viscous warmth of his release filling her to the brim, Seol Hayeon climaxed once again.

"Hhic, hheuu♡ Kyaaahhhh♡"

‘It’s so warm♡ No, it’s burning hot♡’

Her body, which had been trembling in cold, immediately reacted to the life-giving yang energy entering her.

She absorbed every single drop of his essence—literally all of it.

Her body, already beginning to transform into that of an elf, craved this yang energy desperately, even temporarily altering itself to contain it all.

It was an incredible feat—a heroic achievement that none of his other lovers had ever accomplished: not spilling a single drop, taking in every last bit.

Unbeknownst to herself, Seol Hayeon had unknowingly set a new, record-breaking milestone.

"M-my stomach♡ My stomach feels strange♡ Put me down for a moment…."

"What do you mean, your stomach!? Are you already feeling it flutter, imagining the baby we’ll make together!!!!?"

"That’s not what I meant—it’s really swelling… kyaaahhhhh♡"

Of course, Yujin wasn’t anywhere near finished.

Completely ignoring Seol Hayeon’s complaints, he started moving her body once more.

"Just listen to me for once♡"

‘I’m telling you, my body feels seriously weird♡’

The lewd sound of their flesh colliding showed no sign of stopping, continuing on for a long, long time.

***

A little while later,

I reluctantly admitted the truth.

That I’d completely lost control in my shock at realizing I was a member of the Granny-Lovers Club.

That I’d unleashed all my pent-up desire on the poor Chairwoman.

And finally...

"...Chairwoman. Did you get pregnant already?"

"What nonsense are you spouting♡ My belly’s just swollen because of all the seed you pumped into me♡"

"......"

‘You look like you’re comfortably 30 weeks along, though?’

It dawned on me that her earlier complaints about her body weren’t a lie.

...No, seriously, how does this even make sense?

Sure, I might’ve gone overboard, but a womb can only hold so much.

No matter how much I release, it’s biologically impossible for a belly to swell up like that just from… seed.

"Ooooh… I can feel it sloshing inside me♡"

"Uh, well… okay."

But the sight before me?

Her stomach looked unmistakably swollen, as if she were actually pregnant.

It couldn’t be pregnancy—not so quickly—so it had to mean her belly was like that purely from my… contribution.

This wasn’t just medically impossible; even the “Breeding Guy” in me had never seen anything like it before.

I couldn’t wrap my head around what was happening.

"Chairwoman, did you… ascend to being a transcendent, by any chance?"

"Hmm… who knows? Paimon did mention something about elves, said my ears might get a little pointy♡"

"What the hell!? Why are you only saying this now!!!!?"

So it was fantasy nonsense after all.

Panicking, I checked her ears.

They were perfectly normal—not even remotely pointy.

"Huh? They look fine to me."

"Hmm… I suppose I’ll only transform fully once I absorb all the yang energy you’ve given me♡ I can feel it happening♡"

"Oh, come on."

This world really does feel like something out of an eroge.

I was too stunned to even form words.

"And how long is that going to take? You can’t go outside looking like that."

"Who knows… at worst, it might take a full day♡"

"Ugh, that’s too long."

"I said ‘at worst,’ didn’t I?"

"...What does that mean?"

-Squish.

"If you keep holding me and making love to me♡ I should be able to absorb it all in just two hours♡"

"......"

Even the solution was sex.

I let out a deep sigh. Not that I minded, of course.

"Alright, let’s get it done quickly. It’s almost evening."

"Understood♡ Then…"

Our eyes met again.

We both knew—far too well as longtime partners—that neither of us was even close to being satisfied.

-Thrust.

"Hheut…♡ To think I lived half my life without knowing this… I feel like I wasted it all♡"

"Then let me make you happy. From now on, for the rest of your life. Forever."

"You shameless thing♡"

And so, we continued.

Hours later:

"Huu… finally done."

"Oh, are you now? Took you long enough, you idiot."

"......!!!!!!? Shia!? Th-this isn’t what it looks like."

"‘Impregnation belly sex’? Wow, Yujin, you’re really something!"

"When I’m pregnant with your baby someday, maybe I’ll give it a try too♡"

"Even Alice and Master!? Hey, wait, Paimon, you…!"

"Oh, I gave Paimon a little flick on the forehead. She’s in the infirmary now, probably sulking."

"Hiiiiiiik!!!!!"

‘Pavaoh, I’m sorry for treating you like a punching bag! Please come back and save me!!!’

I realized I was screwed the moment the Chairwoman’s belly finally flattened.