Opposite Sex vs Same Sex (1)

"From now on, wrap your legs around me right before you finish. You didn't even use a condom."

"Today's a safe day, so it's fine. And..."

"...?"

"If it's Master... Ah, it's nothing!"

She panicked and dashed into the bathroom. What was that about?

While waiting, I searched for Oh Seung-yeon. No wonder the name rang a bell—she'd been popping up in dramas and movies sporadically since last year. She hadn't landed any major roles yet, so Seung-ah must not have known. I often check out rookie actor projects from other agencies, and that's where I'd seen the name. I hadn't realized it back then, but looking at her photos now, she definitely resembled Seung-ah. Like a slimmer version of her?

Too bad they downsized the tits.

Imagining both of them sprawled beneath me, gasping for breath, made my cock swell. Why had my mind been wallowing in such filthy thoughts lately? It was all because of my blackening.

Her bastard husband's mess was all cleaned up, and I could check the hidden cam if anything urgent came up, so no need to stick around here. I told her I was heading out to rest, but Seung-ah grabbed me with ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠a troubled look.

"Um... Master. Can we sleep together tonight?"

"I took care of the husband for good. He won't come sniffing around anymore."

"Still... I'm a little ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠scared today."

Fair enough—she'd almost been raped, so being alone would freak her out.

"Fine, just for tonight."

"Yes!"

She beamed with a radiant smile that blurred the line between slave and girlfriend—refreshing and pure.

When I came out of the shower, Seung-ah was sitting on the bed in a daring baby doll nightie, her massive breasts spilling out boldly from the low-cut top.

"You always wear something that slutty to bed?"

"Ah... It's like lingerie, but it's sleepwear. I picked the easiest one to take off."

It was definitely designed for quick removal.

"So if Master tells me to strip midway, I can do it right away..."

"Then why wear it at all? Just come naked."

"That'd be no effort at all. I heard guys like stripping girls themselves."

Still such a diligent woman. She lay down cautiously beside me, nuzzling into my side and hugging tight. Her sweet body scent muddled my mind. Could I even sleep like this?

"Haa... Master's arms feel so good."

Was it the shaky-leg effect from me saving her in the crisis? Or the slave trait the status window granted amplifying it? Either way, I hoped her feelings for me wouldn't change. Being with her just felt so stabilizing.

"Before marriage, I'd hold Seung-yeon like this to sleep... I miss it."

"You two were close back then?"

"After Mom passed, Dad barely paid attention to the house. I've basically raised her since middle school, so she probably sees me more as a mom than a sister. She'd always come to me with her pillow when she couldn't sleep."

That explained her fierce opposition to the marriage. Losing a sister who was basically her mom to some sketchy guy? Totally understandable. Reconciliation would be a pain.

It got quiet, so I glanced over—she was already breathing softly, fast asleep. When I brushed the hair from her cheek, she let out a little "mmph" and burrowed deeper. Felt like I'd suddenly gained an overgrown daughter without even marrying. And so my first night with slave number one passed.

*****

I woke up to a warm sensation down below. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Looking down, Seung-ah was eagerly sucking my cock. Answering my morning wood with a morning blowjob.

"Ah-yeoh, it'sh tho thwell."

"Don't talk with my dick in your mouth."

Thus began the day with a finish down her throat.

I learned Han Yu-jin was back in the country from an entertainment article. She only contacts me when she's horny for sex—she never shares her schedule or anything. Her favorability must still be too low.

While checking her airport fashion pics, I confirmed again: leader Yeo Eun-seo was on another level visually. The face genius never omitted from girl group beauty rankings, AI-level perfection with no uncanny valley, so pretty you don't even feel jealous—top-tier visuals. Her haughty expression suited her queenly vibe perfectly; you could probably populate a special city with guys who'd grovel at her feet.

I loved that cool beauty archetype too.

Who's the lucky bastard who'll melt that arrogant face in bed? Some third-gen chaebol or hot celeb? Lucky fucker.

Right as I was thinking that, Hyun Woo-jin called.

Hyung, where you at?

"Where else? The office. Where's a working stiff supposed to be at this hour?"

Got somewhere to go with me this afternoon.

"Not before I clock out."

You said Cocktail Entertainment, right?

"Yeah."

Got it.

He just hung up. What the hell?

I was confirming the next shoot date and location when the team lead called me over.

"We've got a guest from outside. You guide 'em."

"A guest?"

"Yeah. Down to the first-floor lobby in 30."

"Sure... but who's it?"

"They said they know you."

Down in the lobby, Hyun Woo-jin waved at me.

"Hyung, over here."

"What brings you here?"

"I'm the guest."

"What?"

"C'mon, let's go. You don't need to come back to the office today."

What the fuck was this guy's deal?

"Where we headed anyway?"

"My officetel. It's small so I don't use it much, but I've got business there today."

Probably the officetel from Yu-jin's first conquest round. But this was round two timeline, so it should be my first time.

At the officetel, Yu-jin was waiting.

"Whoa, oppa, what happened? You've slimmed down a ton!"

Her eyes were sharper than Woo-jin's. Duh, I'd dropped nearly 10kg—Woo-jin was the weirdo for not noticing.

"You're ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠still in your airport outfit. Came straight here?"

"Eh? How'd you know, oppa?"

"I was just reading your articles."

"Counting the days till I got back, huh? But were you waiting for me... or this?"

She patted below her waist teasingly. Such a temptress.

"You didn't rush here for this too?"

I touched the same spot, and her eyes narrowed. She even licked her lips.

"Knew coming here first was the right call."

*****

"Ooh, this got bigger too? What the hell have you been up to this past month?"

She knelt between my legs, playfully tapping the glans. Sex must be a fun game to Yu-jin. Ah-young was all passion, Seung-ah pure devotion, and Yu-jin treated it like playful teasing. Every girl had her own style. With the quests forcing me to meet more women, comparing them like this could be fun.

I dumped 20 of my remaining 50 available points into Sexual Power.

As the status window had previewed, crossing 120 unlocked the rest of the Sexual Power reaction list.

Libido Scout showed Yu-jin's level unchanged. Now I could handle her without items.

She teased the glans with her tongue, then licked up from near the urethra. A sharp tingle shot up—nothing ordinary from the start. She'd really built up a ton.

—Lick lick, slurp... schlurp schlurp

The moment she engulfed the glans, she pistoned at top speed. Her opening sprint was like a 100m dash. Meanwhile, she groped below, warming herself up. No room for me to take the lead—like a star striker on the attack. Over on the side, Woo-jin was groaning and jerking off hard too. Cheerleading with his dick.

"Ngh, you suck dick so fucking good. Shit, I'm losing it."

I let a curse slip amid the storm of suction.

"Haa, keep going. Yu-jin does it so well—keep cursing me slutty like that."

She loved this stuff, from her sexting habits.

"Fuck, slut, your mouth-cunt tastes so damn good? That lower cunt's gotta be tight and chewy too? Ngh, not a single worthless hole on you."

"Ahaha, oppa's dirty talk got me dripping."

She pulled off my cock and crawled up on her knees like a leopard pouncing from the brush. Straddling my face, she shook her hips seductively. What a vixen.

"It's your fault I'm this wet—clean it up with your tongue."

She spread her labia slightly with her fingers. Wet petals glistened. A sweet, musky scent tickled my nose—the smell that called for sex. Gladly.

—Lick lick, shluuurp... slurp...

One thing was clear: even at the same Sexual Power 145, her reaction differed from last time when I'd doped to 100+45 versus building it purely with points now. She felt it way more intensely. Doping couldn't beat real skill, after all. Today, I'd uncovered another lesson the status window hadn't taught me.