Tutorial (7): Monumental First Creampie – She's Checked Out

It was my historic first creampie, but Ah-young was totally out of it. I laid her down and pressed my ear to her chest. Her breathing was steady. Had she passed out?

Right on cue, a message popped up in midair.

Sexual Power? Critical condition?

So basically, she passed out from the sex, and she wouldn't wake up for the next six hours no matter what. External stimuli, huh? I got curious about the threshold and gave her a light slap across the cheek. It looked like it should've stung pretty bad, but no reaction. I even hooked her nipple with my toe and tugged. Even after something that filthy, nothing.

Looks like she's completely out for the next six hours.

I'd originally planned to bust twice in a row to clear the tutorial. Her boyfriend was pathetic, but it wasn't like I'd stolen her – once the quest was done, I was gonna toss her anyway. I wouldn't touch that kind of trash with a ten-foot pole.

Guess I'll just wait till she wakes up.

I spotted Ah-young's phone on the floor. As I got closer, a chat window popped up. Just like in Love Quest, where touching backgrounds or objects brought up descriptions – same deal here.

Helpfully told me how to unlock it too. Curiosity got the better of me, so I used her fingerprint to open it. Tons of pics with her boyfriend. Tall guy, handsome too – how the hell did he end up with a bitch like her? If he'd found a decent girl, he wouldn't be getting treated like this.

He probably jerked off earlier thinking Ah-young got horny because of him. No way he imagined me outside, slurping on her pussy like it was the best meal ever.

That's what you get for being born with that pathetic little thing.

I was digging through her phone when a status window opened.

Figured it was vids of me and her, like last time. Tapped it, but something else had uploaded – not me this time, but her boyfriend Hyun Woo-jin as the star.

Date or whatever, he was bustling around from morning picking out clothes, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠searching restaurants for their anniversary and booking one, getting chewed out by his ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠dad for spending too much but still buying a luxury bag, then heading into a urology clinic – probably because of that.

So he was head over heels for Ah-young. What a fucking moron to fall for a total slut like her.

The video title was "If You Help". There were comments too.

Kinda cryptic, like a Zen koan. Was it telling me to be nice to the boyfriend? More than that, it pissed me off how Ah-young treated a guy like this – using him like an ATM.

I'm no hero of justice, no reason to meddle in their relationship. But one thing was crystal clear.

I don't want to see this bitch thrive.

Time for some proper discipline. She'd treated me like a stalker for no reason – how'd I forget that? Was I too drunk on her body?

Now the six hours had a clear purpose. No abandoning her – time to scrap her for good.

Another message appeared in midair. Rewards this time.

I used the Pluscon and Minuscon right away.

Height grew 0.5cm – finally hit 170cm.

I used to sing about breaking 170 the hard way, but here we are.

I scoured Ah-young's phone, extracting her fuckbuddy contacts, call logs, and messages. Even snagged some phone sex vids. One had her straight-up calling her boyfriend's dick tiny – perfect ammo.

Edited a few clips together and checked the clock. Still three hours left. Plenty of time. I called the boyfriend.

'Hello?'

"It's Ah-young's neighbor guy."

'Who?'

"The pig you met in front of the officetel."

'Pig... Oh! But how'd you get my number...'

"Don't worry about it. If you want to save Ah-young, haul ass to the officetel right now. You got one hour."

'What? H-Hey!'

Hung up. Address showed it was a tight one-hour trip. Just enough time to keep him from overthinking.

Stashed Ah-young in the small room and waited for the boyfriend. About 40 minutes later, the door nearly splintered open. Dude must've floored it. Shoes still on, he burst in, face beet ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠red, grabbing my collar and shaking me.

"You... you fucker! Where's Ah-young? Where the hell is she?!"

That was the end of his rampage. I jammed the stun gun into his side. He crumpled, twitching a few times before going still. Dragged him beside the bed and tied his hands and feet tight. At this rate, I'd be a pro at bondage.

Now just wait for him to come to.

"Ugh... uuurgh..."

"If you're awake, look at me."

Grunting, he lifted his head and his eyes went wide when he saw me.

"Y-You bastard..."

He thrashed to lunge, so I zapped him again with the stun gun. Dialed it down to 20,000 volts, so no blackout this time.

"Gaaah! F-Fuck... what the hell?!"

"This is self-defense mode at 20k volts. Last was 30k. Crank it to 40k and it drops elephants – wanna test?"

"Hiiik! P-Please, spare me!"

"Then stay put. I'll zap you again if you bitch out."

"U-Ugh... p-please..."

From the vids of how he treated Ah-young, I'd guessed, but yeah – total wimp.

"The guy who might save your ass, and you charge in blind? Bad move."

"Ugh, save me?"

"Yeah. The guy about to ruin his life over a girl."

"Girl? Ah-young?"

"Even after this, you're looking for your girlfriend. Touching, really."

"Where's Ah-young? I got here in under an hour!"

"She's sleeping soundly, so chill... Now let's start with some hardcore porn."

His eyes sparked with rage watching Ah-young get pounded hard on screen. He spaced out hearing her fuck with buddies and phone sex audio. By the time it got to me railing her, he was chewing his lip bloody.

"From Ah-young's reactions, you can tell it wasn't rape."

"Bullshit! No way! This is... this can't... no fucking way!"

"Then what's this vid? Was I holding a knife to her throat?"

"T-Threat? Yeah, that's it. Ah-young must've been threatened!"

Ha, what a dense fucker. How to handle this?

"You hear that phone sex and still say that? 'Money machine with a peanut dick' – that's you, you dumb shit!"

"No, nooooo!! H-Huhuhu..."

He finally dropped his head. Sobbed with those gross hiccups, so I gave him a break. Kinda felt bad seeing him cry.

A bit later, bloodshot eyes glaring, he spat:

"...Why show me this crap?"

"Huh?"

"You're an accomplice too. So why...?"

"Sex happened, sure, but it wasn't some steady fuckbuddy thing. More like... one-night stand?"

"One-night stand with a girl who has a boyfriend, and that's 'casual'?"

"Didn't know you two were dating when it went down. Fuckbuddies aren't one or two, y'know."

"Then just let it go – why show me? Wait, how'd you even film this?"

"Forget the source – point is, the girl you trusted blindly has a string of fuckbuddies. Not pissed? She calls your dick worse than a peanut."

"It's small, yeah. And she wasn't satisfied, that's true."

"Fuck, century's greatest love story. You watch this and still wanna fuck her?"

I snapped, and he looked puzzled.

"But... why do you care?"

"Care about what?"

"She's my cheating girlfriend – why're you pissed?"

"Not mad about her cheating. Mad you keep defending her ass."

"Defending how?"

"I can't stand seeing Ah-young win."

I fudged the source as dialogue logs, exaggerating to paint Ah-young as the ultimate bitch. Showing the phone stuff straight up was plenty.

"Hated how she called me a stalker – but that's chump change. I'm no saint for banging her, but this is over the line, right?"

"......"

"Picture it: you two make it work, she gets knocked up, becomes a trophy wife? Pretty face seals the deal – life's easy, huh?"

"So that's why you said you'd be my savior?"

"Kinda, but not really for you. Just happened that saving you sends Ah-young to hell."

His expression softened. Getting the picture?

"...Weird."

"What now?"

"Getting schooled by the guy who stole her... hilarious."

Self-deprecating laugh. Wonder what that feels like?

"...Feels like you're right, damn it."

Not 'feels like' – you are right, you idiot!