Chapter 594 – Dual Genesis (1)

“Be at ease.”

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“It’s not an impossibility, yet… do you truly require it?”

Alba proposed a reconsideration as she prepared a potion for me.

What’s the relevance?

“I trust in your ability to regulate. Do not over-indulge. When you’re truly wearied, seek me out. I can offer comfort, at least in the form of an embrace.”

A subsequent visit to Alba was seen as a squandering of time.

Slicing away my own sentiments and entrusting it to my primal instincts seemed to be an invaluable aid in my current predicament.
It was akin to the employment of narcotics in times of war.

In desperate situations, isn’t it all too common in this world to seek the aid of potions or magical forces?

-Thwack! Thud!

The smacking of flesh echoed unusually resoundingly today.

“Oh! Ah!… I am unfamiliar with this!”

Astoundingly,

Engaging in carnal acts in a befuddled state post-ingestion of Alba’s potion wasn’t repugnant in the least.
Rather, the pleasure surging to my loins was accentuated, and it felt as though I could lust after a woman’s form all day long.

It should have been this way from the start.

-Grunting!

“Ah, gasp… Ohhhh!”

It’s nothing but pitiful for one who has overstepped to feel remorse.

Savor the flesh slowly.
One must relish the process of jolting the hips. Whether it’s the rough penetration of the womb or the squeezing of the barren breasts, it’s all part of the experience.
At last, I could find enjoyment in it.

-Whoosh!

“Keah, ahh… Brother, I am… spent…”

As I spread open the quivering buttocks of the woman prostrate beneath me, her moist vagina was starkly visible.

I turned my gaze towards the clock, but my vision was hazy.
What does the time matter? The primary objective was the intertwining of bodies.

“…You’re remarkably skilled. It’s quite a departure from the rumors. Well, there won’t be a time allotment for this… Would you care for another round?”

I brushed aside the woman who was subtly inching closer and laid her on the ground.

“Ah!”

A cry akin to one in the throes of childbirth.
With a single grimace, I felt a resurgence of the floating sensation.
Holding her body close was a soft and warm experience. It was almost absurd to find solace in her damned body.

-Throbbing.

A headache began to set in, leading to confusion.

For a moment, the face of another woman I had once loved flashed before my eyes.

Tears should be the norm in such circumstances. Yet, not a single drop fell at this moment.

-Pulsating.

A sexual urge responding before all else.

‘… Why do I feel elated?’

I traced her slender curves with my hand, then slowly resumed the rhythmic movement of my hips.

Relying on drugs is not correct, but this pleasure was intriguing. It was such that even for a fleeting moment, I forgot what I was pondering.

-Paang!

“Aah!”

My vision whirls. My consciousness, thinned as if intoxicated, is sucked into a mire. When I sway my hips, the other party finds pleasure. The lower part that invades the warm and moist depths of my vagina grows ever harder and larger.

“Huh.”

A laugh escapes me.

It was a laughter inexplicable, shrouded in enigma.

* * * * * * * * * * * * *

Sometimes, there are moments when I consume drugs, become inebriated, and forget to administer treatment.

Mixing medicines for long-term use is perilously dangerous, and thus, I had to regularly employ my powers of healing.

Yet, there are times when I completely forget that I ingested the medicine and consume more without prior healing.

“……”

During such instances, I had to wait, completely incapacitated, until my mind naturally recuperated.

“Ugh, ugh.”

In a deserted dungeon, I roll my eyes and gag. Leaning against the wall, I am clutching onto the thread of consciousness, so weak that anyone could carry me without notice.

I am no different from the drugged individuals seen in the alleyways of the red-light district.

Sky blue is purple. No, it’s lime green. Colors, as if clumsily mixed with a brush on a palette, blur before my eyes.

‘Stop-‘

The dizziness is overwhelming. As I bend over, nauseous, I catch sight of a group of Hunters seated in front of me.

Their murmurs are difficult to comprehend. But the hands reaching out towards a prostrate Hunter were rarely ever kind.

Stripping me of all my worth, only to end my life. It was clear they had been rummaging through my pockets for some time now.

‘…….’

What do I care?

If you’re going to rob me, get it over with quickly.

I’m currently experiencing the remorse that one ought to feel. Assuaging my guilt and wallowing in self-pity somehow eases my mind a little. But why am I pushing myself into this corner? I’m destined to live my life committing all sorts of detestable acts anyway. Isn’t remorse unnecessary from the outset?

I don’t understand my own words. My thoughts are raw and disorganized, making them difficult to comprehend.

I’ve eliminated my emotions, yet I find myself still cogitating. I still feel regret as before, but strangely, I relish in the conquest of a woman. Add a sprinkle of respect and consideration. There’s none of that, truthfully. But pretending to have it is good. That’s the privilege of a hypocrite.

With hands clasped, I rub my eyes.

There’s no blood, but I rub until it may bleed.

Ah.

I yearn to explore the female body. I trace the captivating curve of her waist with my hand, then grasp and shake her ample hips. I relish the taste of the small aperture with my tongue, probing its depths. When I penetrate the engorged folds that she feels gradually while calling my name with my own arousal, it’s over.

“What is this guy saying?”

“All those intoxicated by potions behave this way. Hurry up and get it over with. Someone might come.”

“Ha, fool. Hey, who would be mad enough to enter an A-tier dungeon? Especially one already engulfed in battle.”

“Is that so?”

“Hey, hand me the knife. Let’s stab his thigh and see his reaction.”

The woman, kneeling and whimpering, brandishes her dagger and drives it into my thigh.

– Kwaak!

The blade refuses to penetrate.

“…What? Why won’t it go in?”

“Why?”

“Ah, he’s trained a bit, huh. But his face is quite decent, I wonder if his cock matches?”

The breasts that come into view today seem exceptionally enticing. A faint curve, armored and devoid of any flesh, a slightly moist area visible from the chest down to the navel.

“Why do it here?”

“Heh heh, I don’t have a fetish for corpses, might as well have a go before I kill him.”

“His cock seems small, don’t you think? Wouldn’t it be better with me?”

“Hah. If he looks even half as good as me, I’d give him a chance.”

– Phat.

When my senses return, my hand has already moved. The woman, middle finger raised, is looking at the two men when my hand moves and renders them unconscious.

Rather than acting on instinct, I certainly acted with intention.

– Pahuk!

“…What, what’s happening?”

In an instant, the demon’s power trips the woman and binds her. I tear at her clothes.

“Huh? Aghhh! Stop, you perverted bastard!”

I feel no emotion. My trembling hand, as if malfunctioning, undresses her in an instant, and I thrust my arousal into her.

– Jjeukeruk!

“Kkuhh, Aaah!! Slowly. Slowly!”

The bliss radiating from her squirming pussy.

My entire body melts to the point of insanity. My temperament dissolves. I feel as if my eyes are splitting.

The woman clings to me, crying, but soon she begins to moan sweetly.

“Hnng, Ah… Ahh!”

‘I want to be happy.’

I can find it here. Hastily, I unbutton her shirt to reveal her breasts and fondle them. I pay no attention to the crying woman’s expression.

I swipe the love juices flowing down her snowy thighs with my hand, ravishing her body.

I indulge. I shake off the guilt. I violate the woman until the day I naturally heal.

– Peueuk! Peueuk!

When I regain my senses.

I mount the unconscious woman, scattering my seeds onto her belly, staring at my reflection in the puddle beneath us.

“…Ah.”

My heart pounded on, but the guilt that used to torment me was gone, even though my drugs had worn off.

Finally, I had accepted what I was doing.

I was changing.
I felt it, but I did not resist. I just gazed at the broken body of the woman before me, my smile slowly warping.

【Finally.】

The voice of the Son of Man imprinted itself in my ears.

【Heh, Lee Si-heon!! A step closer to becoming a king.】

‘Shut up.’

I entered his world, writhing, seizing his throat.

【What?! Heh, what is this? You! This is a breach of contract!!】

The expanded world of my consciousness was even vaster and more majestic than the places I had ventured before. I needed to dominate even this place. I released my overflowing lust onto the Son of Man’s body. His tiny body tried to escape from me, but due to the difference in our strength, he was unable to resist.

【No, not by someone like you… Ugh, aaagh!!】

I didn’t know how to release this uncontrollable force.

But I believed that with time, I would be able to endure this lust.

A necessary transformation.
Now I could fully utilize my abilities.

My eyes darkened. The world momentarily turned black, then reverted to white. It’s chaotic now, but if I prune what is needed and reassemble it….

“Ha, hng.”

I was able to transform my incomplete mind.

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Upon returning to Alba’s dwelling, a sage in revealing attire came running.

“You’re here? You’re a bit late this time.”
“Yeah.”

Alba’s complexion twisted slightly upon seeing me.

“…You’ve misused it again, haven’t you?”
“I had to.”

The sage’s lower body had started to swell recently.
He didn’t seem like the type to eat a lot… Perhaps he consumed more when he was alone.

The sage sighed, covering his stomach with a brief glance at me. For some reason, I felt the affection in his gaze increase.

“I respect your decision, but I didn’t want it to be like this so soon… You. Next time-”
“I know, I won’t use it.”
“And, from now on, you need to undergo treatment every time you visit.”
“…What kind of treatment?”
“At least enough to restore you… That way, I can face them.”

Alba rubbed her stomach, murmuring something.

-Sooner than expected… I have to give birth….

Though the sounds were indistinct, rendering comprehension impossible, it seemed as if some precious event was unfolding. As it bore no relevance to me, I paid it little heed.

I undressed, removing the garments I was clad in, and stood for a moment before the mirror. There were subtle changes—my pupils, for instance—but my consciousness remained intact. In fact, it could be argued that I was in an optimal state to navigate the situation at hand. The thought was immensely satisfying.

“…You.”
“Why?”
“No matter. Is your sexual desire not a concern?”

There was no way it could be. Sexual desire, just like magic, is a resource. From that moment on, this was the case.

At this point, it was decidedly better to be a vicious, twisted king advancing towards his objectives than a king continuously radiating weakness.

Alba observed me in this state, a melancholy smile playing upon her lips.

“This… I don’t think this is a problem I can solve on my own. I need the touch of another. More so.”
“What do you mean?”
“You’ll understand in time.”

To this day, I have yet to grasp the meaning of her words.