It was a strange, indescribable feeling.
How could he describe it?
It was like a clumsy little rabbit nervously approaching you, unsure but determined.
When Elsa took his dick in her mouth, he could clearly feel the softness of her lips—and even more so, the delicate warmth of her tongue. The sensation was unlike anything he had felt with Rias. While Rias was fiery, passionate, Elsa felt cool and gentle, almost hesitant, yet sincere in her intent.
Despite her usually composed demeanor, there was something pure and slightly awkward in the way Elsa moved—like she was trying hard to do something right, even if she didn't fully understand it. Compared to Rias, whose every touch was bold and confident, Elsa's touch was cautious, curious, and unexpectedly stirring.
Ryuji hadn't meant to enjoy it this much, especially not while in the middle of a "professional" moment—this was supposed to be just part of the mission, part of maintaining his strange, multiversal connections. And yet, when Elsa took his cock in her mouth, he instinctively ran his hand through her hair, causing her to pause in surprise.
"S-Sorry," he said quickly, releasing her. "I didn't mean to… I just lost control for a second."
Elsa didn't say anything. She merely resumed what she was doing, more gently this time, careful not to cause discomfort. Her technique was clumsy but surprisingly nimble, her small tongue moving in ways that showed unexpected skill—though clearly not from experience, but rather from some kind of courtly instruction, maybe even royal education.
He couldn't help but wonder—was this something Disney princesses were secretly taught? Probably not. But Elsa was surprisingly good at it, despite looking like she was concentrating far too hard.
Still, there was an issue—Elsa began to feel unwell.
It wasn't that Ryuji hadn't cleaned himself properly. It was just the raw, natural taste—something unavoidable—that was proving difficult for her to stomach. The scent, the warmth, the texture… it was all too much for someone who had lived most of her life in an ice castle, isolated and untainted by such primal things.
But she continued. Determined, perhaps more out of duty than desire, she pushed through. After all, this was her choice.
She wasn't ignorant of such matters. Far from it. As queen, Elsa had received a very thorough education in matters of the body—though most of it was focused on contraception, pregnancy, and the basics of physical intimacy, not practical application.
And it showed—because now, her biggest challenge wasn't technique.
It was breathing.
The smell was one issue, but more than that, she had simply gone too far. In her eagerness to be effective, she'd leaned in too deep, cutting off her own airflow. By the time she realized she needed to breathe, she'd already pressed too far, her nose almost brushing against his skin, her throat tightening around him.
Still, she held on, trying to endure.
Ryuji, on the other hand, was already close to his limit.
It couldn't be helped. This, too, was part of the job.
Gathering energy and the power of the world—it was part of the job.
And so, in the exact moment Elsa exhaled… Ryuji ejaculated.
The sudden contrast of motion caused Elsa to gag violently. It was as if the recoil had propelled Ryuji's dick outward, and Elsa's head jolted back as though hit by a blast.
A mix of saliva and thick white fluid spilled from her lips in a way that made her feel utterly embarrassed. The worst part? Her nose was also filled with that strange, pungent, sticky substance, and it was dripping out uncontrollably.
She couldn't stop coughing, and even her breath was laced with misty droplets tinged with white. Tears ran down her face, not from emotion, but because her throat was overwhelmed. She instinctively braced herself against the floor—and in that instant, a frosty mist spread around her. The wooden planks beneath her hands glazed over with ice, and even Ryuji shivered from the cold, watching in awe as what Elsa vomited began to crystallize into jagged frost on the floor.
Despite her panic, Elsa quickly regained control of her ice powers. She hadn't lost herself—yet the discomfort in her chest was very real.
But—That suffocating, foreign sensation she had felt within this world… it had lessened.
Her fit of coughing continued. Ryuji, still shivering slightly, reached over and began gently patting her back, helping her clear the lingering fluid from her throat.
In truth, even with his blood energy training and resistance to cold, Elsa's aura still bit through him like winter steel. It wasn't just ordinary chill—it was a coldness that went beyond resistance, something fundamental and absolute.
A strange thought passed through Ryuji's mind.
Between Elsa and Skadi… who would win?
Honestly, he was leaning toward Elsa. A frost dragon might be powerful, but not exactly versatile in this sort of situation.
Though in terms of potential destruction? Maybe they were evenly matched.
But right now, Elsa needed comfort—not comparisons.
"You okay, Elsa? I'm really sorry. I didn't expect you to breathe in at that moment… I was rushing it. That was my fault."
As he spoke, he pulled out tissues and a bottle of clean water. Elsa, still a bit red in the face, gratefully took the water, swished her mouth, and spat gently to the side. She didn't seem overly bothered by the incident, waving a hand slightly. She didn't speak, though—not until her breath finally steadied.
"I'm fine. It's my fault. I'm… not very skilled yet," she admitted softly, shaking her head.
In her mind, the blame lay squarely on her inexperience. Ryuji clearly wasn't a novice—his calmness and control made that obvious. She, on the other hand, had never done something like this before. For a first-timer, these kinds of mistakes were bound to happen.
She coughed a few more times and looked at him again.
In the moonlight, Ryuji's dick was once again standing upright. Elsa didn't blame him—it wasn't just her elegant, slender figure that might cause a reaction, but also her natural scent. She'd noticed it before… there was something about being close that stirred a physical response.
She pursed her lips, still tasting something faint, and then pointed subtly at his dick. Frost instinctively flickered from her fingertip, though it dispersed quickly before reaching him.
"I'm alright now… So… shall we continue?" she asked, softly but clearly.
Ryuji glanced at his system. Elsa's effort had given him nearly [500] energy points—a massive gain. On the outside, she might've looked calm, but internally, it was clear she'd been shaken.
He looked at her again, still breathing lightly, her body trembling ever so slightly, and gave her back a gentle tap—helping her cough out the last bit of white residue caught in her throat.
"Let's leave it for now," Ryuji said gently. "You don't have to rush… The energy you gave was more than enough."
Elsa nodded. She still wasn't used to the sensation, but she appreciated how gentle Ryuji was being with her. Whether it was professionalism or kindness, she couldn't tell—but it comforted her.
She wasn't sure if Ryuji had finished so quickly because of his endurance or because he was trying to be considerate, but from how quickly he was ready again, it was likely the latter.
She understood at least that much.
Ryuji… really was a good man.
"Are you okay?" Elsa asked, pointing to his still-hardened dick. She wasn't a man, but she knew that in such a state, wearing pants was uncomfortable.
"I'll live. Honestly, sometimes I feel helpless, this is the weakness of men" Ryuji sighed, half-jokingly.
Normally, a man's sensitivity would decrease after climax. But for Ryuji, with his blood energy techniques and life-return, that wasn't the case. He could maintain full functionality like he was starting fresh each time. His stamina limit had risen—but so had his baseline.
It allowed him to switch between "work mode" and "pleasure mode" as needed.
Of course, if things felt too good, he might still lose control—he was human, after all.
"Well…" Elsa averted her gaze. She had a vague understanding of what he meant, but putting it into words still made her feel awkward. No matter how composed she might seem, she was still a young woman with no experience.
And yet… she didn't return to bed.
Her heart was pounding—not out of love, necessarily, but from the rush of emotions and hormones triggered by their closeness. The scent of a man's presence was real, undeniable.
She knew she wouldn't be able to sleep tonight.
More importantly… she had a question she wanted to ask him.
She wasn't sure if it was appropriate. But after sharing something so intimate, the barrier between them had weakened. So she hugged her knees and looked toward him. Seeing him shivering from the lingering cold, she finally spoke.
"I'm sorry," Elsa said quietly, her voice almost trembling, "but I really… can't fully control it yet. This curse—my power…"
Elsa had been distracted—largely because she was trying to suppress her power. That distraction had made everything more difficult.
Trying to help Ryuji in such an intimate way was overwhelming for her.
"…It's nothing," Ryuji said gently. "I can handle the cold."
He glanced at Elsa's hands, still releasing a faint chill. He felt a moment of envy. But when he thought of all the hardship she'd endured because of her power, he kept that thought to himself. Instead, he raised his hand, converted his stamina into magic, and conjured a small flame.
The fire glowed softly in the room, casting its light onto Elsa's pale but beautiful face.
"Fire…"
She had always wondered about the way Ryuji manipulated flame so effortlessly. Watching the flickering flame in front of her, she couldn't hold back the question any longer.
"What… how do you view this power?"
"Me?" Ryuji gave her a small smile. "My situation's different from yours. My experiences made me see this as a gift. Sure, I didn't gain this power purely through effort, but the fire magic I have now—I earned it."
He looked at the flame in his palm, lost in thought.
"I don't think it's something I was born with, and I don't see it as a curse. It's just one of the things I've chased after."
His words puzzled Elsa. But then, she remembered he was a traveler—someone who wasn't born into his powers but gained them later through his journey. That made her heart ache a little.
If she hadn't been born with this cursed power… maybe things would've been different.
"…I'm sorry. I guess I can't understand your perspective. To me, this power has only ever brought pain. It destroys warmth… and hope."
Chill radiated from her hand. In response, the magical flame in Ryuji's hand shrank immediately, as if consumed by her magic. Even when he tried to amplify the flame with all his strength, it only glowed the size of a candle.
And yet, Elsa wasn't even trying. That was just the power leaking from her—her magic was that overwhelming.
"Damn," Ryuji muttered internally, a little bitter. "Why is every woman I meet way stronger than me?"
He tried not to take it personally. Of all the women he'd encountered across worlds, the only ones he could definitely defeat in a fight were Hermione and Toph. Hermione lacked combat training, and Toph had her bending abilities suppressed—and she was blind.
Sure, she might be a prodigy in her world, but… a blind girl? How strong could she be? Ryuji laughed to himself at the thought.
But the others…
Mai Shiranui had fought monsters and maniacs for years. Against her, it'd be an even match at best. Winning was uncertain.
Robin's powers could defeat him in an instant—arms growing from his body to choke or immobilize him? He couldn't think of a single counter.
Rin Tohsaka? Top of her class. Strong in theory and deadly in practice. She wasn't on the level of a Heroic Spirit, but Ryuji couldn't beat those either.
And Elsa? That was a more complex case.
He looked at the candle-sized flame in his hand and sighed.
This girl… no, this queen… she could be a main character in any action anime—at least in the early arcs. She was just lost right now. But someone this intelligent wouldn't remain lost for long.
Ryuji knew the rough story of Frozen. Elsa had once embraced her power as a child, before fear twisted it into a burden. In time, she would reclaim it.
So he asked, quietly but sincerely, "Do you think you can escape it?"
"…What?"
Elsa blinked in confusion.
"I mean… can you escape this life, this power?"
He gazed at the strange, blocky moon outside the window. He hated this world. It was fun in game form, but not like this—not after everything he'd been through. He didn't want to keep surviving just to survive. He wanted to live, love, and be with the girls he cared about—not spend his days building walls and waiting for monsters.
But he still had to adapt. He didn't enjoy the hellish zombie world either. But promises were promises, and he had things to protect.
"…No. I can't." Elsa turned her face away.
Her power had been with her since birth. The pain it brought—real. Unavoidable. She couldn't run from it. She could only hide, live in fear, and be alone. Because anyone who got too close… would suffer.
No warmth. No peace.
"Then learn to control it, Elsa," Ryuji said softly.
He hated his world-hopping power too. He suspected it was the reason he ended up drifting between worlds. But now—he'd accepted it.
"If you believe your power only brings pain… then take control of it. Force it to bend to your will. Use it to do what you want to do. That's what I've tried to do."
He exhaled deeply.
"I can travel between worlds… but I can't find my way home. I can send others back, but not myself. I don't even know where my home is anymore. My ability—it's the reason I'm lost in this endless sea of worlds."
It pained him. Earth wasn't a magical paradise. It didn't offer immortality or divine powers. But it held his parents… his memories… the things that made him who he was.
The person named Ryuji wasn't born in a fantasy world. He grew up on Earth. That was his origin. His pain, joy, and dreams were all tied to that place.
You can give up what you've gained—or what lies ahead. But how can anyone give up where they came from?
Everything he did now… it was because he was Ryuji from Earth, not some chosen multiversal traveler.
Elsa's heart ached as she listened. She could sense his sadness—and it resonated with her. Though his fire power was earned, this ability to travel through worlds… was like her ice. A cruel, inescapable gift.
And yet… Ryuji had used it to save others.
He had turned misfortune into good.
And she…?
She looked at the mist gathering in her palm. Her breath hitched.
"Don't suppress your power, Elsa. Master it."
Ryuji extinguished the flame and reached out, taking Elsa's hand in his. The cold bit into his skin, spreading up his arm like needles of ice. But his blood energy and life-returning techniques pushed warmth back through his veins.
"Even if it's just for the sake of going back—back to the people who love you. Power only becomes a curse when it controls you. When you learn to control it… it becomes your strength. A strength that helps you do what you truly want."
Despite the chill seeping into his bones, Ryuji spoke with conviction, his voice steady.
He believed in her.
And perhaps… for the first time in a long while, Elsa believed—just a little—in herself too.
Ryuji had genuinely been terrified just now.
Elsa's ice powers weren't limited to her hands—it was just something she unconsciously believed.
In other words, if she had lost control of herself even slightly during that moment...
His dick—his precious dick—would've been shattered into ice shards on the spot.
If her emotions had flared up even a little more, Ryuji himself would've exploded like a mistreated popsicle.
And as for resisting her?
Not a chance in hell.
Even when he used all his strength, his fire had been crushed by her casual, passive cold. What could he possibly do if she unleashed her magic in an emotional outburst?
And worst of all—he still needed to do it with her at least seven more times.
That meant seven more close encounters with the Grim Reaper himself!
This was flirting with death. Literally.
Which left him with only one choice—an absolute necessity, not just for Elsa's sake…
But for the survival of his own manhood.
Ryuji clenched his jaw and swore to himself:
He had to help Elsa gain control over her powers.
No matter what.
For peace, for progress… and to avoid being turned into a human icicle.