Painful Changes

“You shouldn’t waste your strength unnecessarily.”

“Th-this is a fraudulent contract!”

I trembled, clinging to the frozen door, and then pointed a finger at the shadow that had approached from behind.

“I-I never agreed to this!”

“Then do you think I agreed to the imprint you performed without permission?”

“I told you it wasn’t an imprint…!”

The man, as if it wasn’t worth listening to, lowered his head and bit my neck.
His canines sank into the imprint vein.
The heat that had barely subsided thanks to the decoction spread like wildfire, and my body trembled as if having a seizure.

“Ah, hngh…”

It was a vulgar expression, but it felt like I had a genital on my neck.
He was just gently biting below my earlobe, but my lower abdomen felt heavy and tingly, as if my private parts were being sucked on.

As my strength drained and I sank to the floor, he lifted me up and laid me on the bed.

“Wh-what, is this…”

“What you did to me.”

His dry eyes looked down at me indifferently.
A gaze that held no emotion, no feeling, just that of someone doing what they had to do.

The angry iliac crest was clearly visible under his robe, and as he even unbuckled the belt that held his pants, his liberated center shot up.

Was he a special case even among the Varg?
This man had no beast-kin features to the point where he was indistinguishable from a human… except for that f*cking c*ck!

‘Disgusting!’
I was sickened by the sight of the head, which stood erect like a poisonous snake.

Veins bulged on the shaft of his c*ck, which was bobbing as if it couldn’t contain its own strength, and the bright red glans was pointed as if it would pierce something right away.

It was the second time I had seen it, but it was truly a monstrosity.
I couldn’t believe I had to take something like that again.

“…Hiccup.”

I had gasped for air so much that a hiccup came out on its own.

Hiccup.
Hiccup.
As I pounded my chest at the continuous spasms of my diaphragm, a gaze that said ‘you’re something else’ landed on me.

“Anyone who saw you would think I was going to eat you.”

“You are going to eat me! You, you…!”

“Didn’t you expect this and agree? I’m sure I told you I would do the same thing I did in the prison.”

‘…I thought it meant I just had to stick by his side like in the prison!’
I ground my teeth.

Of course, it was also my fault for jumping to conclusions.
I should have asked exactly what being a mate entailed.

“Did you come to destroy me?”

I never thought he would demand s*x with that expressionless face.
The look of hatred he had given me that day was still fresh in my mind.

“I will fulfill your conditions, so don’t worry.”

Did he know my thoughts, or was he pretending not to know?
The man spoke indifferently and took off my clothes.

Since I had to hide the fact that I was an Awakener, I was wearing a Jangot that the Sura had prepared for me.
The Jangot was tied at the waist with a single string, so it would unravel with a pull.
Just like now.

The man, who had stripped me as easily as a candy wrapper, brought his lips to my thigh.
Unlike his emotionless eyes, his touching lips were incredibly hot.

My situation was no different.
Unlike my upper body, which was trembling with fear, my lower hole was wet and throbbing.

My body reacted wildly to the man’s scent.
Water pooled below like a dog that had been starved for days and then smelled food.
I wanted to cry at my lower parts, which were getting wet as if my mouth was watering.

“You’ve done it before, what are you so afraid of?”

‘…If you were me, wouldn’t you be scared?’
I swallowed my words as I looked at his c*ck, which was as thick as my forearm.

A cool yet comforting scent emanated from the man who had come close.
A strange feeling, as if I had sunk my body into a sofa that had become cold in the dawn air.

“Hmph…!”

After rubbing his lips all over my body as if marking it, he grabbed my thighs and spread them.

His gaze on the space between my legs was sharp.
I tried to close them out of shame, but the man put my legs over his shoulders and buried his head.

He licked up along the path of my labia, which were clenched like lips, then pushed the tip of his tongue into the melted hole.
It was an indifferent and vicious movement, just like its owner.

“Hwaaah…!”

An unbelievably vulgar moan escaped me.
Even if I begged him to just put it in, he didn’t even pretend to listen and made a deep path with his tongue, then licked up and swallowed the fruit that flowed out without leaving a single drop.

“H-don’t! Don’t do that, just, …mmph!”

“You wanted me to be gentle. Wasn’t that your condition?”

“Hngh, ang, th-that, wh-what’s the… haak!”

Actually, I knew better than anyone that it was related.
If he just shoved that enormous c*ck in whole, my lower parts would surely tear, so he was giving my body time to prepare.

Even knowing that, I shuddered every time he buried his lips in my vulva.
My body twisted with excessive pleasure and shame.

Squelch, squelch.
Only when the space between my legs became as wet as if water had been poured, did the man get on top of me.

My breath caught at the heavy weight, and as if to calm me, he kissed my neck in small pecks and aligned our lower bodies.
Like wiping the skin with an alcohol swab before an injection, he roamed the entrance and rubbed in a circular motion.
My fluids dripped from the point of contact.

“Hngh, aah…!!”

He had poked around a few times, so now he could fit it in without even looking.
My vision spun as he pushed the pointed tip of his glans in halfway without hesitation.

“Destroyer.”

I must have lost consciousness for a moment.

As I lifted my limp head at the repeated calls, bright yellow eyes were watching me.
The hand touching my flat lower abdomen was unbelievably gentle and meticulous for a man’s.

I thought he was trying to soothe my stomachache, but on closer inspection, he was fumbling and rubbing the skin above my uterus as if to check how far his genitals had entered.
A hand gesture urging me to open up and let him in.

“Ugh, hngh, huh…”

“Relax. Don’t be stubborn.”

‘Is this a size that I can relax with?’
He was trying to shove a knitting needle into a pinhole, and I wanted to grab him by the collar and shake him, asking if it was the needle’s fault.

The sensation of slowly entering finally stopped.
Thinking it was all in, I looked down, panting, and was horrified.
I couldn’t believe something as thick as my forearm was stuck between my legs.

And it was only halfway in.
I hastily shook my head.

‘Don’t put it in further, no more, don’t come in.’
As I fumbled and pushed at his touching pubic bone, telling him that was the limit, Karvan seemed to be relieved.

Like a fishmonger checking the freshness of a fish by poking it, he confirmed that I was still struggling energetically, and then the man put strength into his hips.

Thrust.
My eyes rolled back at the c*ck that was pushed in without hesitation.

“Haak…!”

I couldn’t tell if the wet sound was the sound of him licking my fully raised neck or the sound of him slowly pumping in and out.
As the wall of my vagina, which had been stiffly erect like an umbrella stand, seemed to loosen a bit, the real thrusting began.

“Hngh, huh, ah, hmph, huh…!”

The man never hurried.
That’s what drove me crazy.
If he had been rough, if he had pounded me like he was beating me, I would have at least been able to grit my teeth and endure it.

As if he had another purpose, he persistently changed directions and gently moved back and forth inside me.
My eyes kept rolling back at the squelching sound of flesh meeting flesh.

“F-faster, hngh…!”

When I scratched his back and urged him to cum faster, he took it in another sense and increased the speed of his thrusts.
If it hadn’t been for the soft bed, my back would have been broken by the f*cking.

“Hmph, ah! W-wait, hngh, no…!”

He stabbed at my fully raised cervix with abandon.
When a place that shouldn’t be touched was hit, I think I went somewhere else for a moment.

In my blurry vision, I could see my lower abdomen bulging in time with the man’s thrusts.

Seeing that, I was horrified and whimpered that I couldn’t do it anymore, and the man hugged me with his whole body so that I couldn’t see it.

I could still feel the bulging foreign object in the gap between our tightly pressed abdomens, but I had no chance to protest.

After the act, the imprint sickness gradually worsened.

Even after drinking the decoction, I had a fever so high that I couldn’t control my body, and my body was constantly hot.

“…Why does this imprint sickness happen?”

The frequency of taking the decoction increased, and I got tired of drinking the increasingly bitter medicine and asked.

“Imprinting and becoming a mate means that you come to have the same primordial energy.”

The ‘primordial energy’ that the Varg talked about referred to mana.

Mana, simply put, is mental strength.
No matter how much stamina you have, you can’t use skills without mana.
Mana can never be shared.
It’s like an organ that can’t be transplanted.

It was the same in the game.
Even for the same party member, you couldn’t restore their mana, even if you could restore their health.

You could only recover by using the common potion, elixir, or a potion you crafted yourself.
If someone else picked it up and drank it, they would only get the ‘weakness’ debuff.

But, when the Varg imprint, their constitution changes so that they can share mana.
If one is seriously injured, the other can transfer mana to heal them.

“That’s why you get imprint sickness. Because you’re changing into Valta’s primordial energy.”
“You just have to endure it until the full moon ceremony! Then the imprint vein will stabilize…”

Tegen and Mashak explained diligently, but I only half understood.

“Ah, hngh, ugh, f-faster…”

But I knew one thing for sure.
My body was getting more and more turned on by that man.