A light sleep. Consciousness flickered out and returned atop a fur blanket.
It was a dream. A Seoul counseling center. The last session on the night before the summoning. That woman was sitting in the chair again. Her face was hazy. I couldn't remember her name, only her age remained faintly. Married. Thirty-something. Insomnia.
She looked straight up at me.
"Doctor, what did you do to me?"
In the dream, I merely worked my lips.
"I don't know either."
"You did something. You read something inside me, didn't you?"
The moment her hand rose, the room blazed white. The light of the summoning circle. The dream jumped to a laboratory, then jumped to a stone floor.
I opened my eyes.
Gaps between stones flickered on the guest room ceiling. My breath came short. The fur blanket was tangled around my body.
Thump, thump, thump. Knights rapped on the door.
"Rise. Water and clothes are prepared."
It was traditional attire from this world. A white linen shirt, brown vest, cotton trousers. Trying them on, they were surprisingly comfortable. The cotton seemed rougher than Earth's, yet the texture against my skin was soft.
They didn't give me underwear. I went commando. This wasn't the time to worry about underwear in another world.
Guided by the knight, I walked down the corridor. Clip-clop, my shoes echoed on the stone floor. The summoned arrived one by one. Everyone wore tense expressions. Only the muscular man clenched and unclenched his fists, his face full of anticipation.
Eunseo came to my side.
"Did you sleep well?"
"Not really. What about you, Eunseo?"
"Me neither. I still can't get used to there being two moons."
"What do you think will come out? A skill."
"I hope something good comes out."
"I'm scared. What if something useless comes out?"
"We're together. If anything happens, we'll just stay together."
Eunseo nodded. She was seeking comfort in an unfamiliar environment. The angle she leaned toward me, the way her eyes waited for my answer. She had already classified me as someone safe.
*Bang.* The massive double doors swung open.
A grand hall that must have reached ten meters to the ceiling. Morning sunlight poured through stained glass. Red, blue, and gold light flickered across the floor like a kaleidoscope. The nobles lined up on both sides were all in splendid attire. Gold-thread embroidery upon silk, jewel-encrusted accessories, feathered hats.
On the throne directly ahead sat an emaciated man. The King. His complexion was sickly pale. *Kheuk, kheuk.* He coughed intermittently, and an attendant quickly pressed a handkerchief to his lips. His clothes hung loose. A once-sturdy physique had wasted away, and there was no strength in the hand gripping the throne's armrest. His very presence was faint.
The very picture of a man who couldn't satisfy his wife.
Beside him was Queen Elena. A crimson dress even more splendid than yesterday's. The neckline plunged deep, clearly revealing mature curves.
Look at those tits.
Distinct volume even through the dress. The light from the stained glass shone between her cleavage. It was almost sacred. Blonde curls with a small tiara. Ruby earrings swayed from her earlobes.
Going commando meant if I got hard, I'd pitch a tent in my pants. Hold it in.
The Queen's eyes swept over the summoned. The same cold appraisal as yesterday. Today, a sliver of expectation was mixed in. What weapon would come into my hand?
The power dynamics among the nobles were also readable. The military officials on the left had eyes full of anticipation. The civil officials on the right wore complicated expressions. In the very front row, a middle-aged man in attire of a different caliber. A black coat with silver embroidery and a jewel-studded dagger. When he greeted the Queen with his eyes, she nodded almost imperceptibly.
The real power of this country was that woman. And that man was the Queen's core confidant. Their relationship seemed closer to political than sexual. Meaning the Queen's bed was still vacant.
"Heroes, step forward."
Five people mounted the magic circle. The Archmage chanted a spell. *Oooooh.* Blue light bloomed from the tip of his staff and stretched to the ceiling. The magic circle's patterns crackled with light.
Warm energy rose from beneath my feet. Something hot spread through my veins to the tips of my fingers and toes. My heart began to pound faster.
But something was strange. The hot energy flowed down my spine and pooled heavily in my lower abdomen.
My dick was getting hot.
It wasn't a metaphor; the heat was concentrating in my dick. The magic was affecting even my body.
Then my body began to change. The sensation of my shoulders broadening. The feeling of my back muscles tightening. My chest puffed up thickly. My clothes grew tight. The shoulder seams pulled, and the sleeves squeezed my forearms.
I flexed my arm. The circumference of my biceps had definitely changed. My field of vision had risen too. I had actually grown taller.
Otherworld adjustment. Physical rebuild.
A semi-transparent window appeared before my eyes.
Name: Gang Dohyeon. Skill: Mental Interference Lv.1. Effect: Weak influence on a target's emotions. Range: Contact or close range. Duration: Temporary. Limitation: Minimal effect on targets with strong will.
Mental Interference.
My heart plummeted.
The name itself was a criminal notice.
A non-combat type. "Weak influence," "temporary," "minimal effect on strong will." The drawbacks outnumbered the advantages.
Why did it have to be something like this?
Wait. Calm down. Affecting emotions meant lust was included too. A pussy getting wet was also a result of emotion.
A cheer erupted beside me, cutting off my thoughts.
"Flame Sword! Jackpot!" The muscular man ignited flames in his hand. *Whoosh!* Exclamations flowed among the nobles.
"Absolute Defense!" A semi-transparent shield. The Archmage fired a magic bullet and—*bang!*—it bounced off.
"Hand of Healing!" A wound vanished slowly. *Clap, clap, clap.* Applause burst out.
"Time Stop." When Eunseo cast it, dust particles froze in midair before releasing. The nobles stirred. "Isn't that legendary?"
Flame Sword, Absolute Defense, Healing, Time Stop. Every single one a powerful and flashy skill.
And finally, me.
The Archmage read the result. A voice mixed with bewilderment.
"The fifth summoned. Skill: Mental Interference Lv.1."
The hall went quiet as a dead mouse.
One second. Two seconds. Three seconds.
Murmuring began.
"Mental Interference?"
"A mental-type?"
"Isn't that forbidden magic?"
"Could it be the Mental Emperor's..."
The Archmage's face hardened. The joy from moments ago had turned to terror. *Shhk.* The knights' hands went to their swords. Metal clanked from scabbards.
Three hundred years ago, Valtor the Mental Emperor. The worst mage in history who had turned hundreds of thousands of humans into puppets. Since then, mental-type magic was taboo. Those discovered using it were executed on the spot.
Cold sweat trickled down my back. But I managed my expression. Harmlessly. Only slightly disappointed.
"Quiet."
*Clack.* Queen Elena. One word quelled the disturbance.
The Queen descended from the throne and walked toward me. *Clack, clack.* The nobles smoothly parted to make way. The closer she got, the thicker the scent of flowers mixed with wine became.
Up close, she was more overwhelming. She was slightly shorter than me, but her pressure was incomparable. Violet pupils stared straight at me.
At this distance, her tits were a work of art. But if I let my gaze wander now, my head would fly off. I dragged my eyes up to meet the Queen's.
Cold violet eyes. Inside them, disappointment, wariness, and a very faint curiosity intersected.
"Mental Interference, Level 1. Demonstrate it."
It was an order. I activated Whisper on the knight standing beside me. Using it on the Queen would have been a provocation.
*Relax.*
A weak wave. The knight's expression loosened slightly. The tension around his eyes disappeared, his shoulders dropped. The hand that had been on his sword loosened.
Two seconds later, he was completely back to normal.
"Did I nod off for a second?"
Sighs of disappointment flowed from the nobles.
"That's all there is?"
The Queen's eyes narrowed.
"Is this all?"
"Yes."
Silence. A courtroom silence.
The Queen turned around. At that moment, her lips moved. Without sound.
Trash.
I read it from her lip shapes.
Good. I'd make that pretty mouth produce different sounds later.
I'd reclaim the humiliation later. With interest.
The Queen declared to the nobles.
"Assign the four heroes to the Hero's Residence. Provide them with the finest training and treatment."
Four. Not five, but four.
The hall's gazes converged on me. A mixture of pity, contempt, and relief.
"Assign the fifth to the palace annex. Await further orders until a utilization plan is decided."
The annex. A corner of the palace. Servants' quarters and storerooms.
I bowed my head without a word. Resistance was meaningless. Being outside their attention meant I had freedom.
Eunseo looked back at me. A worried gaze.
"Mr. Dohyeon..."
"I'm fine. Go on."
"Are you really okay?"
"This isn't something for you to worry about, Eunseo."
I smiled. Eunseo hesitated, then followed the knight. Turning back to look at me several times. *Clack, clack.* Footsteps faded into the corridor.
The hall was empty. The light from the stained glass laid colorful patterns across the vacant floor.
I opened the status window again.
Mental Interference Lv.1. Whisper. Weak influence. Temporary.
It was useless in combat. If I used "Relax" on an enemy? They'd yawn for two seconds and pick up their sword again.
But I was a psychology major.
Human behavior starts from emotion. When anxious, judgment clouds. When feeling fondness, wariness loosens. When feeling trust, secrets are revealed. When feeling desire, taboos are crossed.
And lust is an emotion too.
This world didn't have modern psychology. Hypnotic induction, anchoring, rapport formation, micro-expression analysis. This was knowledge that didn't exist in this world.
What happens when you combine a magical tool with scientific technique? Even a dull scalpel, when aimed at the exact right spot, severs an artery.
A trash skill?
I laughed alone in the empty grand hall. Laughter echoed off the ceiling.
"Just you wait."
My dick twitched. The cock that had shriveled earlier was raising its head again. This cock sure is optimistic.
Just before leaving the grand hall, a civil official noble pretended to pass by and stood beside me. A middle-aged, slender man. He spoke without looking directly at me.
"A piece of advice. Do not stand out in the annex. For the time being."
"Why?"
"The moment the name 'Mental Emperor' was spoken, more than half of them wanted you dead. Consider yourself lucky to have received annex confinement instead of summary execution."
The man smoothly disappeared into the crowd. I replayed the brief conversation in my head several times.
There was a faction within this country that feared the name Mental Emperor. And it was uncertain whether that faction was on the Queen's side.
A power structure full of weaknesses. Nobles watching one another. And an outsider with a skill no one could understand.
Mental Interference. The name itself was a criminal notice. But let's try using it.
Otherworld MILF hunting, starts now.