Chapter 114
Chapter 114
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 114
Chapter Title: Invitee and Delivery Guy (2)
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This was the first time I'd ever spotted a talent called [Insensitivity] in a woman's status window. It seemed like the polar opposite of Yu-ra's [Sensitivity].
The fact that her maximum climax level was capped at just 60 was probably all because of this [Insensitivity].
And on top of that, she had the [Exquisite Vessel] talent to boot. No wonder none of the invitees had left any reviews.
They must've been too embarrassed to write one.
Damn it, what a waste of a trip...
As a man—and as a succubus contractor—this woman clearly sparked my competitive spirit. But even with my Level 1 Essence Absorption, her max climax was only 60?
'Skills.'
I pulled up my skill window to check the details on the Level 2 Essence Absorption I hadn't learned yet.
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ [Essence Absorption, R, Lv.2] Maximum climax level rises to 140. If the target's stats are higher than the user's, there's a low chance those stats will increase. (Level influence: None) 'Damn. This looks good.'
I'd only opened it to see how much it boosted climax levels, but I ended up learning some unexpected info.
Still, it cost a whopping 9,000 points.
I'd saved some skill points since Oh Jong-hyuk turned out weaker than expected, but learning this would delay upgrading [Minion] to Level 2.
And even if I did learn it, her max climax would only go up to 80. If I could barely push her to 60, she wouldn't even moan properly. What's the point?
Too bad. Maybe next time...
"...Is he not coming?"
Just as I'd decided to scrap this conquest and turn away, the woman glanced at her husband and asked. That's when I finally got a good look at her face. And there...
'Ugh. This woman!'
***
Squeak—squeak—.
The faint creak of the bed, the rustle of bare skin against sheets. And cutting through it all, the wet slap of flesh on flesh.
Slap, slap. Slap.
Lee Ha-jin knelt by the bedside, gripping his wife's hand tightly once more.
He couldn't tell if the sweat soaking his palms was hers from the intense act or his own from watching her.
Squeak, squeak.
Each fierce thrust rocked her lower body upward, making her head bob up and down against the mattress.
Unable to hold back, Lee Ha-jin spoke up.
"How is it, Ha-ni? How does it feel?"
"..."
Ye-ri twitched her lips into a smile.
The answer came from beyond his line of sight.
"Huff, huff. Huff. Ungh!"
From Young-jun, the man pistoning deep inside his wife's core, came beastly pants.
"Hoo, how about it, Ha-ni?"
Lee Ha-jin couldn't help but chuckle. The man's words were identical to his own from moments ago.
His wife smiled prettily in response.
"It feels good. Ung. Yeah."
The fake moans he'd heard every night since marriage. The man grinned at her words, but Lee Ha-jin couldn't muster a smile.
That bold grin the man thought he was pulling off? It was the exact same expression Lee Ha-jin had worn for years with her.
He could sense the bitterness and anxiety hidden in that smile.
'Yeah. That's my Ye-ri. The perfect woman for me.'
Today's invitee, Choi Young-jun. Probably a fake name.
This guy with the ridiculous nickname 'Choozer' had burst onto Jilsanet like a comet a few months back.
Every popular post on Jilsanet's main page was practically his—it was safe to say he was the site's biggest sensation.
The man who'd sniffed out a famous female user from 'BitchExhausted' and turned her into a cock slave in one go.
Their sex tapes had a raw intensity the Lee couple lacked.
The ecstatic screams of pleasure from BitchExhausted in those videos.
Sounds Lee Ha-jin could never draw from his wife, no matter what he tried. Sounds she could never fake convincingly.
The cries only a man with a woman-maddening cock could elicit! The wails of a woman lost to dick!
'Yes, those moans! That's what I wanted to hear from Ye-ri. Ye-ri, Ye-ri...!'
Like finding treasure, he'd sent a provocative DM titled 'Please Steal My Wife.' But it failed.
After some push-pull, the guy turned down the chance to have her.
Arrogant prick, he'd thought, lining up other invitees. But every time they flopped, those BitchExhausted clips haunted him.
And finally, like Liu Bei recruiting Zhuge Liang after three visits, he'd succeeded in summoning a big-dick stud.
How shocked he'd been earlier when the guy dropped his pants, revealing that massive tool.
It filled him with equal parts hope that this time would be different and dread that his wife's climax might be stolen away.
But his wife mocked those thoughts with her usual blank expression.
Squelch, squelch, squelch.
"Huff, hoo. What about this? How's this?"
"Ahng, ung. Feels good. Ang!"
"Huff, hngh. Hn."
'He's gotta be anxious. Ego bruised.'
Lee Ha-jin savored a low thrill watching the man thrust away relentlessly.
Big dick, outlasting the others by far—but that was it. BitchExhausted must've just been a slut who came for anyone.
His wife was different from trash like that.
A secret smile crept over Lee Ha-jin as he eyed the invitee's strained expression.
The man biting his lip, lost in torment.
'Sing the national anthem or something.'
Unable to endure, Lee Ha-jin reached to pull down his panties. But then—
"Eut!"
Lee Ha-jin clutched his side and jerked his head up. Ye-ri still smiling at him.
'...No way. Must've misheard.'
"Ung, hng?"
His head dipped again, but froze. His widened pupils fixed on his smiling wife...
Her smile was twisting.
"Ung? Eut. Yeah. What's... wrong? Eut. Eut!"
Ye-ri asked with quivering lips. But that voice, that face—he'd never seen it before.
"Ye... Ha-ni."
Enthralled, Lee Ha-jin repeated his question.
"How is it, Ha-ni? Feels... good?"
Bob, bob. Bob.
Squelch, squelch, slap.
"..."
Her voice drowned in the sudden louder slaps of flesh.
"Huh? What? Couldn't hear."
"...The... sound's the... same, right. Eut."
"Ha-ni... Ha-ni?"
"Ueut. Hn. Yeah?"
Lee Ha-jin gripped her hand desperately again.
She clasped back like always. But it was different. From the clasp onward, different.
Squeeze, squeeze, tight, squeeze.
Earlier, her hand had just held his passively.
Slap, slap, slap.
Tight, squeeze, tiggght.
Now it clenched in rhythm with the man's pounding.
"...!"
She realized her own change, lips pressed shut to stifle moans.
But that reaction was confession enough.
"...! ...Haak!"
The moan slipping through her lips was exactly what he'd craved...
Grind.
He felt strength surge into his hand.
His vision blurred. He twisted his face to hold back the cloudy tears welling up, but ended up blinking both eyes shut.
Trickle.
"Haa, haaa. Ha-ni."
"...!"
As thick tears spilled, his sight cleared, revealing his wife's face again.
A familiar face, yet brand new.
She shook her head fiercely at him, tears pooling in her eyes too.
He reached to wipe them, then realized both his hands still gripped hers.
Her hands, crushed white from lack of blood.
Slap, slap.
"Huff, huff. Ugh."
The man's vulgar grunts snapped Lee Ha-jin awake.
Turning left, he saw the beast-faced man stabbing into his wife.
"Huff, huff. Haa."
Squelch, squelch, splash, splash.
From his wife's core came a sweet slickness unlike her usual lotion.
The man's thrusts grew wilder, pounding like he meant to break her.
And with it, her choppy moans sweetened.
"...Haak. ...Hn! Hng, eut, ng. Honey. Ho..."
"Eung. So good."
"Stoooop! Stop it!"
***
Huh? Huh? What the hell? Why?
Thud.
"Ugh?"
I'd just been about to creampie the married woman when I tumbled backward, utterly dumbfounded.
Her husband, suddenly flipping out and shoving me, opened his mouth.
"Stop... just stop."
"What? No, what the—"
The real asshole's over there, so why's he growling at me?
He ignored my protest, grabbed his nearby clothes, and rummaged pockets. Figured—paying me off.
Sure enough, he found his wallet, approached, and shoved a thick wad of bills at me.
"Sorry. But my wife's not feeling well. Please stop."
Fuck me. I'm not some stray dog—interrupting mid-fuck when he begged for it!
I'd thought no reviews because of her insensitivity, but nah. Hubby's a nutcase; must've soured his mood and skipped writing.
Shit. I'd burned 9K points mid-fuck for this bastard. My 9K, you fuck!
What changed my mind after spotting [Insensitivity] and ditching the conquest? I knew her.
The woman lying there slack-jawed amid the chaos.
Ma Ye-ri... fuck. Name fits a total bitch. The one who axed me in that interview.
Great minds think alike—fake name 'Ha-ni' too. Ha-ni my ass.
Damn, how do I keep running into her like this?
Acting all high and mighty with insensitivity issues? Explains the bitchiness. Frustrated from bad sex.
Birds of a feather—hubby and wife both screwed me over.
"Hoo, hoo."
I swallowed a torrent of inner curses as the guy bowed politely.
"...Please."
My dick had already gone limp.
Fine. I'll bail today. Next time, I'll fuck your wife raw at the office.
Her not moaning once pissed me off enough to level up Essence Absorption on impulse, but max climax only hit 80. Quest's busted anyway—savor the moans I got.
Putting hypnosis on them to bust a nut here would be lame, so I just got up.
Swish.
Rustle, rustle. Click.
Creeeak, swing.
I dressed in silence and left without a word. Pocketed the 50K stack, though.
Combine with yesterday's earnings—treat the kids to beef. Horns and all.
"Tch. Feh."
I just smacked my lips.