Chapter 21 – 20. Baekho Was Curious.
20
“…Status.”
It’s a word I’m ashamed to say sanely yet.
With an unflattering thought that the dungeon was a single room, it was a relief, and a slightly different status window appeared in front of me.
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Name: Belles
Occupation: Free male prostitute
Stats
● Obey: 0 +
● Domination : 2 +
● Charm: 3 +
● Stamina : 7 +
Remaining pt: 5
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A change that should have been made, of course.
At the bottom of the ability window, the promised 5 pt as a surrender perk was added.
And even the + that looks like someone has to press it.
“Okay. Then…”
There is no need to worry because the options you have already thought of are clear.
When I put my finger on the + sign next to the ‘Obedience’ stat, the numbers began to change one after another.
The insignificant number of 0 has become 5.
“Um… Um…?”
I honestly don’t know what has changed.
If I meet Shiro tomorrow, I wonder if something has changed.
Aira has already been honest in front of me, so I don’t think it’s meaningful.
It’s good to check the following specials in advance.
“Characteristic.”
Great. Every time I read it aloud, I am getting used to these unfamiliar words.
Let’s see Next perk…
[Submission: The more women who consider you a true male, the more perks you get.]
[Currently subdued woman: 2]
“…?”
As I checked what the next perk was, question marks began to float around in my head.
“Why are you giving me this?”
I was able to gain abilities by eating Adele like a dog.
After fainting Aira, I got 5 pts to raise my stats to my liking.
Finally, what would happen if Shiro succumbed under me.
Like the previous reward, I was thinking of doing it even if I was given another 5 pt. However, there were cryptic writings that were different from what I thought.
[Next perk: Pheromone]
It’s a pheromone.
Why on earth would you give this to someone?
***
“Riverhill Health Center. Is that right?”
“Uh.”
A gray-haired woman with a scabbard around her waist tucked her tongue and got into the carriage.
It wasn’t because I drove the wagon badly. I’m getting on the wagon right now, how could I know that?
It was simply because the coachman’s face was not to his liking.
There were not a few women who liked such a handsome man, but instead of being excited when he ate as much as he wanted, he was afraid that he would burst into tears.
“That… Who is it, didn’t someone else drive this wagon?”
“…Are you talking about Der? Blonde hair and tall…”
Your name was Der. It wasn’t particularly important, so as soon as I heard it in one ear, I pulled it out with the other ear.
“Uh. That’s right. Where is he going and are you driving this wagon? I purposely ran as soon as I saw this ugly wagon.”
The woman had recently found a decent coachman at the carriage stop.
A man with thick lines and a deep voice.
As I passed through a quiet mountain road, I vividly recalled the memory of dragging him into the grass and taking care of him lightly.
‘But why…’
Of course, I thought so today. However, her plan was foiled.
As soon as I saw the same carriage, I ran to the ticket office clerk and made a reservation, but it was not a man named Der, but a man I had never seen before sitting in the driver’s seat.
‘Isn’t this a scam?’
If I had known it would be like this, I would have checked the driver’s seat properly and made a reservation.
“That friend has been sick at work.”
“…Sick leave?”
Profit. Kirik.
The carriage slowly began to move, and the driver’s mouth slowly began to explain.
“They suddenly felt unwell… They said it was difficult to walk.”
“…Is it because of me?”
“Yes?”
“No. Never mind. Pull the wagon.”
I squeezed it twice, but I gave it enough rest time in the middle, but it’s weak.
If that’s the case, I don’t know why the pocket was made under the root. Wouldn’t it be enough to collect 3 or 4 servings in advance?
“When does sick leave end?”
“Well, I don’t know, but I think I’ll be back soon. About two weeks at the most.”
“Ehh…”
Two weeks is too long. Baekho sighed and leaned deeply into the backrest.
It’s been a long time since I’ve been able to use a cock, and I liked it because I was able to pack it twice, but it’s a pity that I can’t meet you right away.
When I get to Riverhill, I’d better look around to see if there’s a decent guy.
Rape is not legal…
Only among human men.
*
It’s a white building that doesn’t fit in at any time.
After leaving the carriage, Baekho pushed back the door of the health center and approached the counter with familiar steps.
“Are you looking for Baron Maneline?”
“Yes.”
The counter staff asked questions as if it were natural because I had seen them so often.
Looking at the counter clerk he had seen many times, Baekho swallowed his saliva.
If he looked a little sexier, I would have flirted with him.
“The baron doesn’t have any big plans today. I think you can go right away.”
“Room 303?”
“That’s right. I’ll contact the baron first.”
“Okay…”
The employee’s fingers run across the desk.
To be precise, on top of the ‘connectors’ scattered across the desk.
I’m glad I was born as a woman to remember where so many connectors are connected.
Baekho slowly climbed the stairs to the third floor.
Then I passed two doors and pulled the doorknob in front of the door marked ‘Shiro Maneline’.
“Ah, Baekho. You’re here.”
“…?”
Weird.
Facing Shiro’s smile, Baekho’s heart felt more awkward than glad.
What? I can’t point out and explain what’s strange.
Weird. It doesn’t look like Shiro.
Who are you.
“What are you doing when you don’t come in there? Did you come here as a feigned illness again?”
“No…”
Malingering is right.
What is it this weird…
Weird…
‘…Change?’
Okay. It’s a change. Something has changed in Shirou.
But what the hell?
“Hmm… What is it? I’m sure something has changed…”
“What’s the matter?”
“Shiro. Have you changed your makeup?”
“You know you and I don’t know each other that well.”
“Then did you change your clothes?”
“When I work at a health center, I always wear a uniform and a gown, so what’s the change?”
“Did you cut your hair?”
“Ummm… No?”
Detective Baekho’s gaze licked Shiro’s body closely as if it were about to pierce it.
Something has obviously changed. I don’t know what the hell has changed.
‘…Bewitching?’
To think that Shiro is bewitching is a ridiculous idea, but the word bewitching popped into my head.
“…Ummm…?”
“Baekho. What’s wrong? Are you making fun of me?”
“No. Something really changed…”
“Stop playing around and sit down. Where did you get hurt today?”
“I came with a broken heart. Shiro-sensei.”
“You came as a malinger.”
It was a familiar task, so a short phrase was written on the medical certificate lying on the desk.
[Bruise]
While writing, Shiro’s eyes scanned Baekho’s body for a moment, and then added one thing.
[Bruises (minor. Healed.)]
“No, Shiro. I’m not faking it, I really hurt my heart.”
“…Yes. That’s right. Your heart is hurt. What did you come to with your heart hurt because you wanted to talk?”
“Actually, there’s a coachman who recently chimmaladun, and I was greedy and gave up sick leave because I squeezed it twice, right?”
“…”
Shiro’s eyes blink busily three times.
Detective Baekho’s eyes checked it, but he passed it over without thinking that it was an action of great significance.
“No.2?”
“Yes. Number 2. Ah, Shiro is a virgin, so I don’t know. It’s very difficult for men to cum twice.”
“Umm…”
“Besides, the amount of the second one is extremely small. Besides, it’s as thin as water.”
“That, Baekho. I have a question.”
“…Really?! Today?”
“Uh, yes. Today…”
The naive Shiro asks a question while hesitantly nervous.
How long have you been waiting for this moment since your academy days? This moment when Shiro, who is like pure white drawing paper, gradually falls into the play of adults…!
When I visited yesterday, I was sure to ask a cute question. How to tighten the pussy tightly, where to stab with the cock to have pleasant sex.
What a cute question It’s so cute that I want to bite that shy cheek.
“What are you curious about? How to squeeze a guy until he passes out? Or how to find a guy with a big cock without taking it off?”
It seemed that he would come over with a little more encouragement, but today, again, Shiro asked a question first, and Baekho felt better as if he had found a man he liked.
I guess this is what I felt like something had changed.
“That, um… Men…”
“Yeah. What about the men?”
“How much sticky semen… Do you usually pack?”
“How sticky you are…”
As expected, Shiro asked about things that virgins would never know. Sex education doesn’t teach you that.
How to explain based on facts? Or maybe just add a little seasoning to get some interest?
Baekho’s hand, which had been smiling mischievously, moved toward Shiro’s.
“Okay. Put your two fingers together like this, and now think there’s semen between these fingers.”
“…Yes.”
“Then the…”
Let’s exaggerate a little. A little bit.
Baekho’s hands slowly tug at Shiro’s thumb and forefinger, which were slightly intertwined.
“Through this gap… It stretches…”
“I grew… And then…”
“Tuk around here.”
“…?”
Shiro’s fingers, which kept moving away as if it were natural, stopped in place because of Baekho.
There is only enough space between the thumb and index finger to fit two fingers.
“Ah, Baekho. I don’t mean cum… Semen that came in many times, but the first… Semen…”
It seems that my question was mixed with the coachman’s story earlier. Because I didn’t say it was the first semen.
Thinking so, Shiro twitched her fingers and asked Baekho again.
“How sticky is the first semen that comes out like this, buruk, buruk!?”
“Puheup… Bureuk, Bureuk… I’m afraid she’s not a virgin…”
“…”
“I don’t know where to start explaining. Now, take a good look at this sister.”
Oh so cute. How can I express that the semen comes out of the buruk, the buruk?
Baekho slowly took out his sword from the scabbard he was wearing next to his waist.
The sword, which usually mercilessly slashes beasts, suddenly turned into a sex education textbook for Baekho.
“It’s a little big, but let’s call the tip of the handle a glans. Okay?”
“Yes…”
“Men say it’s okay to hold it in your hand and shake it.”
“…”
“If you don’t stop your hands in that state, it’ll be cheap in 3 minutes. Bureuk, not Bureuk.”
“Take…”
“Yes. Take it.”
Baekho’s fingers drew a parabolic line that instantly dripped from the tip of the sword handle and fell down.
The finger was only able to move about 5cm.
“Shiro kid. Are all of your questions about the penis resolved?”
“…Just one more.”
“What question is it?”
“…A question just in case…”
The chair of Shiro, who was sitting across from him, slowly turned to the side.
In that state, he briefly glanced at Baekho, but soon averted his gaze at her and dropped his eyes onto the desk.
“Go, if you don’t want to go away, what should I… Do?”
This time, instead of Shiro, Baekho’s eyes blinked a couple of times.
“You don’t want to go away?”
“Yeah. What should I do… Haha…”
It was a girlish question. It’s not about what to do to leave, but what to do if you don’t want to leave.
What should I do to stop breathing? It’s a question I’ve never thought about before.
You just have to stop and pull out your cock.
‘By the way…’
The feelings he felt upon entering Shiro’s private room float up in Baekho’s heart again.
Weird. Suspicious Something has changed.
And that feeling I felt for a while.
Bewitching
If you don’t want to go away, on second thought, wouldn’t it mean that you’ve gone so far that you can’t control it?
Detective Baekho’s reasoning created a novel by attaching various hypotheses, and the place the novel he pointed to was one.
“Shiro.”
“Yes?”
“…No. If you don’t want to leave…”
Shiro recently got married without my knowledge.
And I became obsessed with good sex.
It’s unbelievable, it’s unimaginable,
Right now, Shiro has come to the point where he goes away every time he shakes his back in just a few days, so he asks me for help.
Then what kind of man is he? What kind of cock did you shake your waist on to reach that climax?
Or, was the answer you gave yesterday too helpful?
Baekho rummaged through the pockets of his jet-black coat, the color of his hair completely opposite to his own, while saying that he could stand it if he had other thoughts.
‘…Have.’
Fortunately, it didn’t spill anywhere and was properly in the pocket.
It was a wire used for reconnaissance of the monster’s lair.
‘It’s just one punishment…’
There were a lot of people besides Baekho to deal with the demons tomorrow.
Then, wouldn’t it be okay to be absent from work for a day without notice?
In his pocket, Baekho fiddled with the wire that will hang on the roof of Shiro’s mansion tonight.
