Losing her energy, Decimilia plunged into free fall from the heights. Before she hit the ground, Il-Seong caught her. Held in Il-Seong's embrace, the girl who had once bravely faced her opponent now slept soundly in his arms. Only now, something was slightly different about her: Her breasts, which had been large, now looked significantly smaller. She was sleeping deeply, like a sleeping princess.
Back to the present
Il-Seong, still lying on his bed, heard a sound from his phone. He immediately opened it and found an unread message. A short message from Tae-Won, but it made Il-Seong wonder.
Hey Il-Seong,
Come to my place. There's something I want to talk about.
---The Genius Tae-Won
"Huh? That's not like him. He usually calls," Il-Seong murmured. Il-Seong felt something was off and prepared to meet Tae-Won. But suddenly, Decimilia appeared before him, putting on a pleading face.
"Deci..?! Ah…. Um… about this morning…"
Deci interrupted Il-Seong's words with a kiss on his lips. Deci's eyes looked pink, her face was flushed, and her body was sweating. Il-Seong understood what Deci was doing.
Energy Recharge – something Il-Seong and Decimilia had been doing for the past two years. Decimilia, having lost a large amount of magic, would enter estrus mode and come to Il-Seong to ask for a "recharge." Back when they defeated the mysterious man two years ago, Decimilia experienced a drastic loss of magic, causing her body shape to change slightly. It had taken three days and three nights of "recharging" to restore her to her original form.
Il-Seong glanced at Decimilia's breasts. Still large and firm – it seemed nothing too major had happened. The kiss, which lasted almost five minutes, began to arouse Il-Seong. His hands started exploring Decimilia's back, eventually settling on her firm buttocks. Decimilia ended their kiss, looking at Il-Seong with lust-filled eyes.
"Il-Seong…"
Il-Seong began to knead Decimilia's breasts, feeling their firmness. Different from Na-Rae's, Decimilia's breasts were a bit firmer and larger. Decimilia started getting aroused and let out a small moan; a symbol on her abdomen glowed pink. With a snap of her fingers, Decimilia made her clothes disappear, exposing her body except for her white gloves and stockings.
Before Il-Seong now hung two large breasts with large areolas and inverted nipples. Il-Seong kissed each breast alternately before finally starting to suck on the left nipple. His tongue darted out, delving in to greet the shy nipple. Meanwhile, Il-Seong's other hand did the same to her right breast. He squeezed it before his fingers slipped into the crevice to greet the hidden nipple.
Il-Seong focused on attacking both nipples simultaneously, causing Decimilia's body to tense. The symbol on her abdomen glowed brighter. Decimilia now began grinding her vagina against Il-Seong's thigh. Her shy nipples slowly emerged from hiding, erect and hard. Il-Seong easily pulled on both nipples – one with his teeth, the other with his fingers – before releasing them, making the breasts sway.
Feeling her vagina soaked wet, Il-Seong inserted his finger into her vaginal opening. His finger moved in and out, occasionally teasing the walls of Decimilia's vagina. His free thumb attacked Decimilia's clitoris, making her body tense again. Shortly after, Decimilia moaned loudly and orgasmed, fluid spraying from her vagina.
Her weakened body slumped into Il-Seong's embrace.
"That… was… enough.." Decimilia gasped, breathless.
Yes, Decimilia and Il-Seong had never engaged in penetration; only blowjobs and fingering for these past two years. Both agreed that penetration would only happen when Il-Seong could take responsibility as her husband and as the Weaver. They fell onto the bed still embracing. Decimilia's eyes returned to normal, and she smiled as usual. Her fingers reached for Il-Seong's face and caressed it before she continued:
"You remember our promise, right?" she said.
"…Has the time come?" Il-Seong seemed to understand the meaning of Decimilia's visit this time. Decimilia only nodded, and from her hand emerged a light floating in the air. This light then transformed into a red ring with black engravings. Decimilia took Il-Seong's hand and placed the ring on his index finger.
"…this…" Il-Seong looked at Decimilia questioningly, seeking an explanation.
"This is the Pass-Ring. With this ring, you can travel between my world and this Earth." Decimilia's answer shocked Il-Seong.
"Traveling between two worlds? I… understand…." Il-Seong couldn't lie; though wary, he also felt curious and excited to go to another world. How could he not? In the novels he read, all journeys to other worlds always involved dying or getting hit by a truck. But he could travel between two worlds freely. The dream of all men: to enjoy a fantasy world and live in it. However, Il-Seong paused before finally asking-
"Um… what's the catch?"
Hearing this, Decimilia gave a small laugh,
"Hm… almost none. Only, the flow of time is slightly different between the two worlds."
"Hm? Different? How big is the difference?" Il-Seong asked curiously.
"hmm… let's see, one hour on Earth equals one year in Trhaedal."
Il-Seong was instantly shocked and sat bolt upright.
"One year??? Isn't that difference way too big???"
Decimilia laughed softly again-
"It's no problem, right? I can spend a year with you, and you'd only be gone for one hour from Na-Rae's perspective. Win-win situation, right?"
Il-Seong nodded in understanding. Indeed, if that were true, they could do a lot in Trhaedal without worrying about disappearing from Earth for too long. Then he remembered something and quickly asked again.
"Erm…. What about fighting? I'm hunted by the High Human race. Can I… umm… use magic?"
Just one nod from Decimilia made Il-Seong ecstatic.
"WHOOHOOOO FINALLY! THE DREAM OF ALL MEN! MAGICCCCC"
Il-Seong struck a pose, one hand pointing up and the other on his hip. A moment later, he realized Decimilia was looking at him with a smile. Il-Seong sat back down on the bed, his face flushed.
"Uh… ignore that…"
Decimilia then made a gesture as if teasing Il-Seong.
"Ututu Il-Ceong wanna do magic huh? Il-Ceong dlim wanna yus magic? Owooo my baby sweetie hanniepie~~"
"Ugh… stop that please… you sound so stupid. I-im not a kid okay!"
Il-Seong's face flushed tomato-red this time. He felt slightly annoyed because he often fell for Decimilia's teasing. Maybe because he had once been her fiancé. Then Il-Seong remembered the figure who had appeared and helped Decimilia fight two years ago.
"Ah, what about that muscular woman… will there be many like her?"
Decimilia paused for a moment, sighed, and then continued.
"Yes, of course. All my subordinates will meet you later, including Arka, that woman you called muscular. But… it will be a little different…"
"Hmm? Different how?"
"She won't remember you at all…"
Il-Seong was stunned. With a confused face, he voiced a question.
"What do you mean….?"
"….sigh…. I think you need to know so you won't be surprised later. You know? My brigade members are merely embodied souls. They are no longer living beings; they died long ago. Using ancient techniques, I bound their souls to immortality. However, two years ago, when we performed a special technique to defeat the High Human attacking us both, not only my energy was consumed. The life energy binding Arka's soul was also nearly burned out.
After she returned to her place of origin, her soul slept deeply to recover. Her memories, from the moment she was resurrected until the moment she fell asleep, would vanish as the price to pay."
"Wait a minute! So you mean all this time, you've been facing your brigade members who… will forget you?"
"Oh... no… their memories of me before they died won't disappear. Only the memories of events that happened after their death become unstable. So don't be too disheartened if one day that happens again, if one day they ask your name for the second time…"
Il-Seong was stunned. Decimilia said their memories of her before death didn't disappear, but wasn't that still sad? Imagine going through struggles and experiences together, only for them to be forgotten after their energy is depleted. Il-Seong's heart was moved with pity. He stroked Decimilia's hair with a gentle expression.
Decimilia, understanding Il-Seong's intention, grasped his other hand and enjoyed the caress on her head.
After giving the ring and the "energy recharge," Decimilia informed him that tonight she would take Il-Seong to cross over to the other world.
Now, Il-Seong was preparing to go meet Tae-Won. Riding his vintage motorcycle, Il-Seong headed to Tae-Won's apartment. Tae-Won, a multi-millionaire, lived in a luxurious apartment. The tall, towering building and the luxury cars parked in its lot indicated the kind of people who lived there.
Il-Seong arrived at the lobby, where Tae-Won was already waiting for him.
"Woah, here he is, the man of the hour! My friend Il-Seong! Long time no see, buddy!"
With round glasses, a white shirt, and light brown pants, Tae-Won looked like an upper-class gentleman. They hugged before continuing to talk.
"Hey Il-Seong! Your message was outrageous, buddy! Is my masterpiece game really that bad?"
Il-Seong pretended to spit and then cursed.
"Pahhh…. Masterpiece? Masterpiece of your broken brain! No matter how many times I play that damn game, it never ends well! Honestly, I'm impressed by the incredible graphics your trash game offers! But please fix the AI of the characters! They act like they're possessed by demons!!!"
Tae-Won frowned and wondered.
"Is it really that bad? As far as I know, the AI is confirmed to only follow the predetermined storyline, and I don't think it's that bad. And which noble lady do you mean turned yandere? I swear I didn't program any feature like that!"
Il-Seong paused for a moment, then his eyes locked onto Tae-Won's.
"You… serious?"
Tae-Won nodded. The two of them fell silent. They entered the elevator, each lost in their own thoughts, but the same sentence overlapped in their minds,
'Impossible...'