The woman’s touch was palpable, even through my underwear and the hospital gown.
A shiver ran down my spine.
I couldn’t remember the last time a woman’s hand had touched my dick.
“Ah, ajumma.”
Honestly, I was having a hard time understanding the situation.
The ajumma was a married woman with a family.
A person who was faithful to her household, never wasting a single moment.
I couldn’t quite believe that this same woman was touching the penis of a man who wasn’t her husband.
“Just think of it as a reward. If it weren’t for you, Dojin, I would have died, so….”
On the surface, it sounded plausible.
A heart wanting to repay her savior.
But why did her words sound less like an explanation for me and more like an excuse to convince herself?
My mind was a whirlwind of turmoil.
Is this right? Is it really?
Can I really just let my body go with the flow in this situation?
While I was lost in thought, the ajumma took another step forward.
Her hand, which had been resting on top of my pants, began to slide inside.
Ah, screw it.
The ajumma had made up her mind to do this for me. It would be rude of me to refuse at this point.
Just as I decided to let go of all my worries and enjoy the moment…
“W-w-wait a minute!”
I hastily pulled the ajumma’s hand out from my half-entered pants and shot up from my seat.
“D-Dojin…?”
The ajumma stared at me, her eyes wide like a startled rabbit, surprised by my sudden action.
“I-I need to use the restroom!”
I hitched up my half-lowered pants and rushed straight into the bathroom, locking the door behind me.
“Huu, huu…!”
I gripped the sink, gasping for breath.
“That was a close fucking call.”
Just as I was about to give up and sink into pleasure, I remembered the modest size of this body’s penis, which didn’t match its massive frame.
Size isn’t everything, but even considering that, it was a size I didn’t want to show anyone.
Unless I solved this, making any more progress was next to impossible.
I hurriedly opened my status window and checked my mana stats.
「Strength: 7, Stamina: 5, Agility: 3, Mana: 11」
「Tainted Mana: 3」
[Time remaining until purification: 14:32:11]
“Thankfully, I have mana.”
When I fought the orc, my mana stat was 9.
But now, excluding the tainted mana, it had increased by 2, reaching 11.
Stats show a significant sense of growth each time they cross a multiple of ten.
Perhaps because of that, the mass of mana flowing through my body also felt noticeably larger.
“I can do it now.”
I made a decision.
I would enlarge my penis, right here, right now.
There were two secret arts I had spent five years perfecting for my daughter.
One of them, the art of enhancing growth potential itself, I had used successfully on Seoyeon. But the other, the ‘Art of Metamorphosis,’ I had never been able to use.
Its effects were undeniable, but the method of use was simply monstrous.
“Huu, I can do this….”
Those Chinese hunters, who called themselves martial artists rather than hunters, claimed that once they reached a certain level, they would experience a metamorphosis.
What was this metamorphosis? They said the bones throughout the body would shatter, the muscles would tear, and the skin would melt away before being reconstructed, transforming the body into the most ideal form a human could possess.
I didn’t think such a thing would happen naturally just by reaching a higher level.
But the idea of reconstruction they spoke of seemed plausible enough.
So I tried it.
The insane act of destroying and reconstructing my own body.
If you asked me to do it now, I’d rather die.
Back then, I was able to do it only because I was utterly obsessed with my daughter’s health.
The method I discovered after countless trials and errors was this:
First, you shatter the bones and muscles.
Not just break them, but grind them into a powder so fine that their original form is almost unrecognizable.
Next, you pour a high-quality potion—the kind that could reattach a severed arm—or a high-level healer’s healing skill onto the limb.
The shattered bones and muscles then begin to slowly regain their form. That’s when you use mana.
You use the mana in your body to arbitrarily change the shape of the bones and muscles as they are being restored. If you then let the healing complete, the new form will take the place of the old one.
“I created it, but it’s truly insane.”
The reason I couldn’t use it on Seoyeon was because it was just that—insane.
The effect was certain, but the pain was beyond words.
Even for a body that had built up a tolerance from being beaten by all sorts of monsters, it was enough to make me want to die. I couldn’t possibly put my delicate daughter through such agony.
To be honest, I’m scared even now.
“Ah, this is going to hurt like hell.”
Reconstructing bones and muscles required potions or a healer, but the penis was a different story.
The method for it was slightly different.
The size of the penis is determined by the corpus cavernosum.
More precisely, it’s determined by the corpus cavernosum and the tissue surrounding it, called the tunica albuginea.
This corpus cavernosum is normally soft, but it becomes hard and large when filled with blood. The tunica albuginea surrounds it, determining its shape and size. All I had to do was use mana to stretch them.
This was possible because the corpus cavernosum is a highly elastic and durable tissue.
If you’re asking whether it can be stretched infinitely to any desired size, the answer is no.
There’s a limit, as you’re literally forcing an elastic muscle to stretch.
The moment you force it beyond that limit, you can kiss sex goodbye forever.
“Huuu….”
I sent the mana dormant in my core down toward my penis.
My excitement had subsided slightly, leaving it half-erect.
I made the mana surrounding it penetrate into the corpus cavernosum.
Then, I slowly began to expand the volume of the mana.
“Keuk…!”
Since this was being done by force, a considerable amount of pain followed.
I clamped both hands over my mouth, thinking I might scream my lungs out otherwise.
“Heup, eup…!”
Even while enduring the endless pain, the process of stretching the corpus cavernosum had to be extremely slow and deliberate.
I slowly stretched the muscle while simultaneously enveloping the blood vessels within the corpus cavernosum with mana, making them stronger and enabling them to extend into the newly stretched areas.
The blood vessels had to be strong and capable of delivering more blood for the erect penis to maintain its hardness.
No matter how large and firm the tunica albuginea was, if the blood flow supporting it was insufficient, it would all be for nothing.
“Kkeueoeolk…!”
I had reached the final stage.
The pain intensified, but I forced myself to endure it with the thought that the end was in sight.
Rather than stretching it to its absolute limit, I stopped the process at a reasonable point.
At the same time, I overlaid it with mana to enhance its growth potential, completing the procedure.
“Huaah…!”
I finally removed the hands covering my mouth and let out a ragged breath.
Then, I stood in front of the mirror to check the changed size of my penis.
“Hmm….”
In terms of length, it was about 14cm.
Considering its size before the ordeal was a mere 8cm, this was a transformation worthy of the art’s name: Metamorphosis.
Furthermore, since I had enhanced its growth potential, the size of the tunica albuginea would continue to grow over time.
With a little more time, it would finally reach a size I could be satisfied with.
For now, this was enough.
It was at a level where I wouldn’t be ashamed to show it anywhere.
“Huu….”
Finally, I washed my sweat-stained face and opened the bathroom door with a trembling hand.
With stiff movements, I sat back down on the edge of the bed and faced the ajumma.
She had a somewhat dejected expression.
“Um, well….”
How should I start this conversation?
If I just said, “Okay, I’m ready now, please continue,” wouldn’t she think I was a lunatic?
As I was contemplating, the ajumma spoke first with an awkward smile.
“If you don’t want me to do it, you can refuse….”
“No, that’s not it!”
I quickly cut her off.
It seemed she had misunderstood my dash to the bathroom as a sign of disgust at her touch.
“S-so, the reason I went to the bathroom just now was… I was sweating a lot earlier, so I was worried I might smell….”
I trailed off, forcing an excuse.
At that, a smile spread across the ajumma’s lips.
“Pfft! So that’s what it was.”
The worried look on her face melted away in an instant.
I don’t know why, but she also seemed relieved that I hadn’t rejected her.
“Then….”
The ajumma’s hand reached out again.
Unlike before, her movements had a certain ease to them.
“Ugh.”
The excitement that had subsided due to the pain surged back in an instant.
Simultaneously, my hospital gown shot upwards.
If before it was a two-person tent, now it looked big enough to comfortably sleep at least four.
“Wait… can you stand up?”
I obediently followed her words.
I lifted myself off the bed and stood on my own two feet in front of her.
“I’m going to take off your pants.”
Her two hands moved to my waist.
My pants slid down, following her hands.
Finally, my penis was revealed.
“Oh my.”
Freed from the elastic waistband with a snap, my penis swayed in front of the ajumma’s face.
The ajumma, who had been covering her mouth in surprise, had a slight haze in her eyes.
“This might sound strange, but, Dojin, yours is… quite beautifully shaped.”
Yes, this is it!
The ajumma’s words made me feel that the pain from moments ago had not been in vain.
When I was in the bathroom, enduring the pain to enlarge my penis, I had paid close attention not only to its size but also to its shape.
As they say, a rice cake that looks good also tastes good.
The penis I had meticulously crafted had a very ideal form.
A moderately thick head, with a shaft that stretched out straight and cool beneath it.
Even the veins, visible on the surface like a symbol of power.
“W-well, I’ll begin.”
“…Yes.”
The ajumma swallowed hard and reached out with her right hand, gently grasping the shaft of my penis.
“Ah….”
My whole body trembled involuntarily.
The first touch of a woman on this body.
Even for my soul, it had been who knows how many years. My body and soul cried out in unison at the sensation.
As she slowly began to move her hand back and forth, the texture of her touch became clearer.
The ajumma’s hand wasn’t entirely soft.
From all the housework, a few calluses had formed on her otherwise soft hands.
Even that was a great stimulus for me.
The hardness of the calluses brushing against me after the soft skin felt like a variation in a classical piece of music.
Ah, this is driving me crazy.
When I looked down, I could see the ajumma.
She was completely focused on stroking me, her eyes fixed on my penis.
Below that, I could see the cleavage formed by her ample breasts pressing together between the loose-fitting hospital gown.
Along with all the visual stimulation, a strange sense of transgression followed.
The fact that a married woman with a family was secretly holding and stroking my penis was extremely exciting.
As I was busy stealing glances at her chest and face, lost in pleasure, our eyes met.
Her lips, moist from being licked, parted slightly.
“My breasts… do you want to see them?”
Like someone struck mute, I couldn’t answer and just nodded my head vigorously.
Finding my reaction amusing, the ajumma chuckled softly and, with her other hand, began to unbutton her gown one by one.
Once all the buttons were undone, the gown fell open to the sides, revealing the breasts that had been hidden.
They sagged slightly due to their size.
“They’re not that great, are they…?”
At her question, I shook my head vehemently.
“They’re the best. So much so that I want to touch them right now… hup.”
This damn mouth of mine, like a colt with its reins cut, had blurted out words that should have stayed in my head.
I quickly covered my mouth, but the words were already out.
At my blunt remark, the ajumma’s face turned a shade redder.
“…You can touch them.”
“Really…?”
“J-just for a little bit.”
Watching the ajumma hastily add that condition, I slowly reached out my hand.
My trembling fingertips touched her skin.
I want to touch them, I want to squeeze them.
I cupped the breast my fingers had touched.
“Aah….”
A faint moan escaped the ajumma’s lips.
“Wow.”
This was the third time I had touched a woman’s breasts.
Not the number of times, but the number of women.
The first was, of course, my wife, and the second was an accident.
And now, as I kneaded the ajumma’s breast, the third, I finally realized something.
That even if women’s breasts are similar in size, their shape, texture, and feel are all completely different.
And that by only realizing this now, I had been living life at a great loss.
Ah, what a waste