Descent into the Red-Light District
Two lovers passed through a dimly lit street at night. The underbelly of the Imperial Capital. The infamous Red Light District.
Colorful neon signs and blinking LED lights bathed the street in garish glows. A billboard flashed a woman in high heels spreading her legs wide. Flyers announcing a new host bar's grand opening tumbled in the wind. By the vending machine, scantily clad whores stood puffing cigarettes. Drunks staggered through the streets, while touts screamed to snag customers.
I walked with Rozalia cradled in my arms. A booze-soaked drunk whistled piercingly, leering at her with filthy eyes.
"Hic... What a killer body~ Whew! Cow-titted slut... Those udders are like~ Hic... goddamn balloons or somethin'..."
Bearded slobs in ragged clothes joined the whistling.
"Hey, mister~ You sellin' that pretty pussy? I'll pay top coin... Heh heh."
Their lecherous gazes slithered over Rozalia's massive tits and exposed skin like sticky tongues. Raw lust, like they might pounce any second.
"Yo! Buddy. Your girl interested in a host bar? Heh heh. Bet she'd love gettin' sloppy wild for once, right?"
A tout thrust a flyer at her. I ignored him completely—no words, no glance. He spat curses but didn't follow.
Rozalia burrowed deeper into my chest, head bowed, face buried against me. Only the tips of her ears, flushed peach-pink, betrayed her state.
We drifted into our own world, stepping onward. Deeper in on purpose. The air grew thick and humid. Sweat, cheap perfume, and the fishy reek of cum assaulted the nose. The flashy casino lights faded behind. Now only vulgar pink neons filled the street—blatant and raw.
A billboard caught the eye: a woman bent over, ass and pussy spread wide. Unnecessarily detailed and trashy.
My gaze snagged on whores lining a back alley wall, waiting for johns. One sensed my look from afar and struck a slutty pose, flashing her armpit to reel me in.
But spotting Rozalia's beauty in my arms—untouchable—she seemed to sense she was no match. She spat on the ground and snarled.
"Ptoo. Fuckin' shrimp-dick normie... Probably here to jack off alone."
These whores' outfits had devolved. Earlier, at least slutty dresses fit for the trade. Now: sheer mesh letting nipples poke through, ripped hot pants baring pussy mounds. Some topless, tits pierced and swinging free.
I side-eyed them as we passed. Areolas darkened brown from endless sucking and biting. Nipples stretched long from rough tugs and play. Sagging breasts. Heavy eyeliner dusted with glitter, thick lips smeared red.
Even elegant or cute faces turned cheap whore under that makeup. Living proof, right there.
Deeper in, the alley felt like a beast mating ground. Used condoms spilled their loads, rolling on the pavement. A john and whore fucked right in the street. Man thrusting against the wall. Woman below, moaning like a bitch in heat.
"Hnnngh... Hiiik...! Fill my pussy... Hek♥ Dump it in deep...!"
"Ngh... You fuckin'... Loose-cunt bitch! Haah... Haah, you already forgettin' the kid I knocked you up with last time!? I'll flood you today too—get pregnant over and over, you whore!!"
"Yesss ohhhhoook♥ !?!... Haa... Hoo... Haat... "
The woman shoved the man off after the creampie. Sticky cum gushed down her thighs. She didn't even wipe the dripping mess. Scooping up her yellow leopard-print panties from the ground, she slipped them on and held out her hand. A few bills slapped into her palm.
Rozalia trembled finely in my arms. The princess who'd just rubbed her tits seductively at the knight? Gone. She clung tight to my neck, head down. The skin behind her ear burned even redder.
I kept walking silently, Rozalia held close. My wallet overflowed. We could've done our first time in a luxury hotel suite. But I picked this sleazy motel on purpose. To show her this scenery crystal clear. The real world of utter sluts.
"Rozalia."
I called her name low.
"……."
No reply from my arms. Just hot breath on my collarbone.
"How was it? Think you could hack it? Lift your head a bit."
Her shoulders twitched. She didn't look up. But her arms around my neck tightened fiercely.
The motel's faded sign flickered. Red neon blinked "Room Available". I pushed the door open. Set Rozalia down. The old man at the counter dozed with nods.
Dropped bills on the counter; he grabbed a key from the wall. Room 403.
We climbed the steep stairs together. I draped an arm over her shoulders. Swept aside the pale pink hair cascading down her nape.
Squelch-squelch—slap-slap—wet friction sounds.
"Ahh aang haaang♥"
The whole hallway echoed with women's moans and sticky flesh smacks. Creaking beds, even voices from inside rooms.
"Fuck, you heartless bitch? Pussy's so loose I feel nothin', and you still want my cash?"
"Hmph. Your dick's too small, dummy. You loved it when I kissed and sucked earlier."
"Oh yeah? Brainless whore talkin' back to a godlike customer? Fuck. Picked you for the face and got screwed. Fine, payin' just for that mouth-pussy and out."
"W-wait! Sorry, I'll cut the price more—just once... No, at least use the TV before you go!"
Their bickering spilled into the hall. Zero soundproofing in this dump. Shook my head and hurried on. Rozalia's shoulders quivered faintly.
🌸 Rozalia and I finally slipped into Room 403.
A wave of cheap air freshener hit on entry. Center of the room: a round bed bathed in red light.
"Wash up first. You stink of sweat."
"Uh, yeah... Okay!"
Pushed her into the bathroom. The door was frosted glass. Lock? Shattered long ago.
Shhh—water rushed inside. Her silhouette projected on the glass. Plump massive tits. Deep-carved waist. Flaring hips and ass curves.
I splashed cold water on my face, averting eyes—but my crotch throbbed like it might burst.
Click.
"K-Karn... This towel's too tiny..."
Water-darkened cherry-blossom hair. Rozalia emerged wrapped in a pathetic scrap barely hiding half those violent tits. Areolas peeked teasingly at the edge, ready to spill.
Insane.
I dropped my gaze. 'This is straight-up criminal...'
Snow-white skin glistened damp. Waist so fragile it might snap at a touch. But crushed beneath: tits and ass of brutal size. Unreal proportions that could've screamed fat—but perfect golden ratio. No dullness, pure sculpture.
Sudden suspicion hit. 'Hold up.'
My eyes narrowed instinctively.
"Tell the truth. You modded your body to match my tastes, didn't you?"
She flinched hard.
"Hic?! N-nooo? It was like this when I woke up!"
She whipped her gaze away.
"You're overthinking it! As if any girl in the world would remodel herself for her lover...!"
'With you? Totally plausible.' My instincts from childhood friend days screamed it. Her shaky voice? Suspicious as hell.
I held back from checking her status window.
"A-anyway, get in quick! Bathroom's free!"
"Yeah, sure. Be out soon. Gonna wash."
Shhh—cold shower to cool off. Toweled my wet hair roughly as I stepped out.
Rozalia sat on the bed, sheets pulled to her chin. Her golden eyes fixed on me. Damp chest. Abs. Solid shoulders. Now her eyes bulged.
"……."
Lips parted. Audible gulp echoed in the room.
Even before possession, she'd do this. I swallowed a laugh.
Grinned slyly, sauntering close.
"Heugung... Ripped muscles... My one and only male lead...♡ Huh? Wait... Uuuh, what do I do..."
Her eyes melted hazy. Sweet breaths leaked out.
I met those fully dissolved pupils. Knee on the bed. Loomed over her, shadows merging.
"E-eh... Th-that... H-hot, your face is too close, Karnnn...♡"
"What. Don't I look like those otome game hunks you love? Tastes hittin' hard?"
Rozalia hunched her shoulders. Face tomato-red. Clutching sheets, she scooted crab-like to the bed's corner. Buried her face in the pillow.
"Uuung...! Driving me crazy... Too handsome...♡"
Her feet kicked wildly outside the covers. Blinded by perfect face and abs, drooling like a fangirl.
But I couldn't stare straight either. My trashy ideal body on a girlfriend who got my NTR walls. Up close, the sheets slipped—revealing vulnerable shoulders. Massive tits squished below.
A onahole body built for my netorare fetish. And she pulled that gap-moe aegyo with it.
Heat flooded my face—uncharacteristic. Brain stalled.
Our tastes struck dead-center. Faces burning under the red light.
"……."
"……."
Bed's opposite ends. Eyes wandered lost in air, waiting for who would touch first. The man and woman frozen there.