Chapter 92

〈 Episode 92 〉OMAKE #013, A Snowy Night (2)

※ All characters in this story are adults.

In the end, no one was able to figure out the true identity of the maiden.

Amnesia and a foreigner. The infirmary was already packed with critically ill patients, and it was practically impossible to also care for someone with mental issues.

Several people attempted to converse with the maiden, but she merely blankly stared at their mouths as they spoke, not uttering a single word. Everyone shivered at her bizarre behavior.

As opinions clashed over what to do with the maiden, Heo Yoon-hwan explained that she had saved his life and was a Special Ability user capable of freezing the ocean.

Then the commander of the defense unit said—

“Are you saying that frozen sea is this kid’s doing? Did you drink too much? You’ve lost your mind!”

…and instead treated Yoon-hwan like a lunatic.

When no one agreed to take responsibility for her, Heo Yoon-hwan, who had found the maiden, decided to personally take charge of her situation.

“If we leave her like this, something serious might happen, so let’s find her somewhere to stay.”

He couldn’t possibly house her in the barracks where male soldiers’ smell filled the air, so Yoon-hwan emptied his remaining slush fund to find a place for her.

“Look, she won’t cause any trouble, I promise!”

The innkeeper glared suspiciously at Heo Yoon-hwan and the maiden standing beside him. A young man in military uniform and a white-clad maiden draped in a field jacket.

With nearly a 30cm height difference between them, they looked less like lovers and more like siblings.

“Boy, you’re not planning anything funny, right?”

“Ahhh, come on! Sir, didn’t I stay here on the 24th?”

“Don’t know.”

Despite the chaos outside, the innkeeper continued business as usual. Other inns and motels were either closed or abandoned by their owners, but only this inn remained fully operational.

“Monsters or whatever, money’s the scariest thing. So, how about it? Staying for the night?”

“…Yes.”

Yoon-hwan pulled out the crumpled cash he’d kept tucked away in an inner pocket. His entire savings, originally meant for bus fare back to Busan, consisted of bundles of thousand-won bills.

The innkeeper carefully counted each bill, frowned, sighed, and then handed over the key.

“It should cost three times as much, but today I’ll make an exception.”

“…Ah, thank you.”

Yoon-hwan sighed as he took the maiden’s hand and climbed the stairs. Following the room number markers, they entered the farthest room on the second floor. Yoon-hwan hesitated before opening the door.

“…Is this some kind of joke?”

The brightly colored hallway leading to the farthest room exuded a questionable vibe.

Yoon-hwan opened the curtains to air out the musty smell, then seated the maiden on the bed.

“Eh, um…you’ll sleep here…”

“Rusalka.”

“Huh?”

After remaining silent since awakening, the maiden finally spoke.

“My name is Rusalka.”

The white-haired maiden pointed at herself and smiled. Heo Yoon-hwan lit up and sat across from her on a chair.

“Did your memory return?”

“Partially…should I thank you for saving me?”

Rusalka squinted at him. Yoon-hwan scratched his cheek as he asked,

“How did you end up falling into the sea?”

“…I floated here while sleeping.”

“…”

Confused by her response, Yoon-hwan gave a strained smile. Rusalka sighed and grabbed his wrist.

Thump. Yoon-hwan’s heart began racing. With her index and middle finger pressed against his veins, Rusalka quietly focused.

“…Of course. That explains why you aren’t recovering.”

“What are you talking about?”

Yoon-hwan instinctively realized this foreign girl was mentally unstable despite her innocent appearance.

Kid. Kid?

“Oh yeah. How old are you? Do you remember anything else? Where are you from?”

“…Владивосток?”

“…”

Upon seeing Yoon-hwan frown, Rusalka pursed her lips and enunciated clearly:

“Vladivostok.”

“Russia?”

Rusalka nodded. Yoon-hwan imagined the scene in his mind.

A white-haired maiden drifting down the East Sea from Vladivostok while asleep and landing in Sokcho.

If he told anyone, they’d probably commit him to a psychiatric hospital. Pulling together his knowledge, Yoon-hwan made a plausible assumption.

“Wasn’t there talk of a Dimensional Gate appearing in Alaska? Maybe your ship sank while fleeing Vladivostok? Don’t you remember?”

“…”

Rusalka rolled her eyes, thinking deeply.

Then she averted her gaze and replied,

“…I don’t know.”

At that moment, Yoon-hwan finally nodded.

She must have boarded a ship to escape the chaos, only to be shipwrecked by a Monster attack, losing consciousness and being carried ashore by the waves. Her mental instability likely stemmed from the trauma of losing her family.

And Korean? Maybe she learned it as a hobby. Yoon-hwan decided not to dwell on the complexities.

“At least you’re alive. When you passed out, I performed CPR…”

“Ah.”

Rusalka moved away from Yoon-hwan.

“Pervert.”

At her words, Yoon-hwan felt as if stabbed in the chest. He struggled to calm his erratic heartbeat as he defended himself.

“Hey, you weren’t conscious then! If I hadn’t done CPR, you could’ve died.”

“Doesn’t mean you have to grope a woman’s chest or try kissing her!”

“That’s artificial respiration… Wait, you speak Korean really well? Did you learn it before?”

“No. I just learned now.”

She covered her mouth and clicked her teeth together. Yoon-hwan tilted his head in confusion.

“What are you talking about?”

“I read your intentions through your Magic Power, analyzed the structure of the language you spoke, and compared the two to understand the linguistic system.”

“…Can you explain that in simpler terms?”

Yoon-hwan looked perplexed as he asked Rusalka to clarify. She bit her lip briefly before responding.

“That’s why humans are so insignificant.”

“You’re secretly quite rude for such a little brat, huh?”

“Shut up. Your Magic Power is weaker than a mouse’s. Who are you calling a brat? I’m a high-ranking officer of the Dark Legion—”

Gurgle. Rusalka’s stomach growled. Blushing slightly, she extended her hand.

“Hand it over.”

“What?”

“Magic Power supplement. Surely you have at least one, right?”

“…First off, I don’t even know what that is. Why would I have something like that?”

“Guess saving you was useless. Fine, time to die again—”

Rusalka tried to rise but collapsed backward. Yoon-hwan quickly caught her back.

“Your abilities are impressive, but your physical strength is weak. You need to exercise, girl.”

“Hmph. Officers can recover just by drinking water…but this world has too little Magic Power. There’s barely any magic energy in the atmosphere; how am I supposed to use magic every day?”

“…What are you saying?”

Unable to comprehend Rusalka’s ramblings, Yoon-hwan grimaced. Rusalka rubbed her hands together and smirked wickedly.

That devilish smile was breathtakingly beautiful, Yoon-hwan thought.

“Alright, kid. Let me borrow your help.”

“W-What?!”

Before he could react, icy handcuffs materialized around his wrists and ankles. Wriggling like a shrimp, Yoon-hwan fell flat onto the bed.

“Looks like you’re clueless, so let me explain. We can absorb human essence and convert it into Magic Power.”

“…”

“While I intended to descend into the deep sea to recover naturally, I somehow surfaced and drifted here. Guess my natural recovery plan went kaput.”

“Uh, can you explain that in simpler terms? …You don’t have amnesia, do you? Are you intentionally deceiving people?”

Maintaining composure, Yoon-hwan held up the ice cuffs. Rusalka knelt beside the bed and placed her finger on her lips.

“Consider it an honor. Normally, I’d extract Magic Power directly, but since I lack the energy now, I’ll have to do it manually.”

* * *

“…”

Yoon-hwan struggled desperately to move his body. But with his limbs bound by the icy shackles, he couldn’t budge an inch. Rusalka knelt and rested her head on Yoon-hwan’s thigh.

“Hungry, so let’s hurry. Otherwise, I might actually die from Magic Power depletion.”

Her tiny hand reached for the belt buckle. Yoon-hwan thrashed his head and twisted his body.

“Will you stop moving, human? Or else, kyaa?!”

Just as Rusalka was about to pull down his pants, a giant column struck her cheek, making her yelp.

“Wha-what is this…oh my.”

Rusalka’s head tilted upward naturally. The towering column rose toward the heavens, filled with righteous fury.

“…”

Yoon-hwan’s face turned beet red. The shadow of the colossal column cast by the fluorescent light fell upon Rusalka’s face, which he couldn’t bear to look at directly.

Looking at it might make it grow even bigger.

“Hmm, not bad for a human…hehe.”

Rusalka raised her index finger and pressed it lightly against the base of the column. Yoon-hwan’s head jerked backward violently.

Rusalka slowly ran her index finger up the column, causing it to quiver and grow even larger. Her hand eventually reached the tip of the towering structure.

Snap. A clear, transparent liquid touched her fingers. Rusalka licked the liquid off her index finger and marveled.

“…Thick. Good.”

Rusalka grabbed Yoon-hwan’s thighs and lifted her upper body. With both hands gripping the column, she pressed her lips to its tip.

Slurp, slurp.

Teasing the cracks with her lips and tongue, Rusalka’s actions forced Yoon-hwan to focus all his attention on suppressing the sensations flooding his mind.

‘No! Please!’

If anyone saw this, it would be straight to jail. Regardless of the impending apocalypse, society would bury him without question.

Yet, Yoon-hwan’s body ignored his rational pleas and followed pure instinct.

Slurp, chomp.

With a reverence akin to drinking holy water, Rusalka’s skilled tongue movements caused Yoon-hwan to tightly shut his eyes.

“Ahh…I’m going to—Wait!”

Rusalka tried to fit as much as possible into her mouth, though only the tip managed to enter. Despite this, she continued licking inside with her tongue.

This was unbearable. Yoon-hwan surrendered his body to the overwhelming sensation rising from his lower half.

“Ugh…!”

There was no sound. However, the accumulated white fluid shot out, striking Rusalka’s palate and filling her mouth completely.

“…”

While puffing out her cheeks like a chipmunk, Rusalka refused to release her grip. Amazed by the volume of Yoon-hwan’s emission, she seemed delighted rather than surprised.

Squish, Rusalka’s eyes narrowed in satisfaction. This triggered another reaction from Yoon-hwan’s column, causing more fluid to surge and press against her tongue.

“…Mmm.”

Though she managed the first wave, the second proved too much. White, sticky liquid leaked from the corners of her lips.

Quickly positioning her hand under the middle of the column, Rusalka puckered her lips. As the tip detached from her mouth, a transparent strand stretched into the air.

“…”

Rusalka’s mouth was stuffed full like a hamster’s. Closing her eyes, she swayed her head left and right as if savoring the taste. When their eyes met, the crescent-shaped curve of her eyelids made Yoon-hwan speechless.

Then, Rusalka’s next action shocked him.

Gulp, gulp. Gulp.

“Wha-?!”

…After swallowing the milky fluid in three gulps, Rusalka licked her lips and returned to the tip of the column, sucking up the remaining drops.

“…Haa, as expected. You’ve been holding back quite a lot, haven’t you?”

Waving her hand, the ice cuffs binding Yoon-hwan shattered into powder and disappeared. Quickly covering his face with both hands, Yoon-hwan muttered,

“…”

Images of his hometown parents flashed through his mind. He remembered strolling along Haeundae beach with Samdol. The second daughter of Mr. Yang from the neighboring house came to mind, who had tearfully bid him farewell.

“My life is over…”

Human Heo Yoon-hwan’s life ended before the world did. On the eve of his discharge, when the Dimensional Gate appeared as a harbinger of doom, he never imagined losing his virginity to a mysterious white-haired foreign girl around his waist level.

Virginity. That’s right.

Born in 1978, Yoon-hwan completed 26 months of army service unscathed and maintained his chastity until December 31, 1999. Enduring abuse and beatings from seniors, he guarded his purity for the second daughter of the Yang family back home.

But now, that cherished chastity was about to be broken by the mysterious sea-crossing girl, Rusalka, who happily licked the semen off her fingers.

“Hehehe. That was delicious. Thanks to you, my Magic Power is recharged. But…”

Rusalka shook the column side to side with her right hand. While Yoon-hwan’s rational mind foresaw a bleak future, his primal instincts reveled in the current ecstasy, raising the column proudly once more.

“Human, still a virgin?”

“…”

Hardly suppressing his instincts, Yoon-hwan lifted Rusalka and seated her beside him.

“I don’t know who or where you’re from, but in our country, it’s socially and ethically unacceptable for someone as young as you to engage in such acts…”

“But aren’t you dying to have sex right now?”

Each time Yoon-hwan tried to speak, Rusalka played with his member. He grabbed her hand.

“This shouldn’t hap-”

“Stop being annoying.”

Rusalka immediately punched both of Yoon-hwan’s shoulders, sending him crashing onto the bed.

“You-”

Thunk, thunk! Ice spears embedded themselves on either side of Yoon-hwan’s head. Rusalka’s eyes gleamed with a silvery light.

“Just stay still. Do you think methods to replenish such high-quality Magic Power are common?”

Rusalka stood up and threw her field jacket to the floor. The sight of her flawless white skin beneath the white t-shirt sent Yoon-hwan’s heart plummeting.

“Just let go. As a commemoration of restoring my Magic Power, I’ll specially allow you to use my body.”

Rusalka straddled Yoon-hwan’s thighs. Leaning forward slightly, the tip of Yoon-hwan’s member touched the area between Rusalka’s belly button and chest.

Yoon-hwan shook his head.

“No, you’ll hurt yourself!”

“Who are you worried about right now? You should be worrying about your Magic Power, not me.”

Rusalka placed her hands on Yoon-hwan’s chest and lifted her hips. Her intimate area brushed against the tip of his member.

“I’ll scrape everything clean, so see if you can hold on. Once I’ve fully restored my Magic Power, if you’re still alive, I’ll spare you. Hehehe.”

Crunch.

As the member entered the cave, the clock on the wall struck midnight.

January 1, 2000, 00:00.

Yoon-hwan lost his virginity on the first day of the 21st century.

* * *

“Wait…that bald kid is my mom?!”

“No way! Look at the height difference! Heo Yoon-hwan must be crazy! No matter what, how could he end up with someone like THAT?!”

“Wow, how many times has he gone already? Already six times… What? Now he wants to go directly? That’s so vulgar!”

“…gulp.”

“Wow, incredible.”

“The teacher wins.”

“Quick, quick, next!”


“What?! Is this the end?! Hey!”