Chapter 115
Chapter 115
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 115
Chapter Title: The Inviter and the Delivery Guy (3)
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"Haa, fuck. Should I just head home?"
He trudged down the motel corridor.
"Ah, ah, harder!"
Thud, thud.
"Ah, aaah! Aang!"
Thud, thud.
"Huaaang!"
"F-Fuck. Must be nice."
Every time he passed a door, women's moans leaked out. The guys fucking them could probably cum by now. But not him. He couldn't cum at all.
Bam! Bam! Bam!
Venting his frustration on the floor as he walked, a sudden thought hit him.
Sh-Should he just watch for a bit?
Yeah. Why hadn't he thought of that? He wasn't just Invisible Chu anymore—he was Ghost Chu!
A man who didn't need porn. A peeping Ghost Chu.
Having discovered a new use for [Ghostfication], his mood lifted instantly. Without hesitation, he slipped straight through the nearest door.
The moment he entered, the woman's face made him recoil! Okay, pass!
Whoosh—.
He flew through the adjacent wall!
Swoosh.
Hmm. Pass!
Swoosh.
Like that, he escaped outside the building, then dropped down a floor.
After wandering like a motel's resident ghost for a while, he finally found a couple worth watching.
A man and woman going at it doggy-style on the bed. They didn't look like twenties. Mid-to-late twenties if you were generous, early thirties otherwise?
The guy had tattoos crawling up his entire arms, screaming lowlife thug. Or something like that.
Thump, thump, thump.
The man pistoned his hips fast, relentlessly smacking the woman's plump ass.
Slap!
"Ah! Yes! Oppa!"
"Hah, hah, you like it? What do you like so much?"
"Oppa dick. Haah."
"Gonna cum. Where should I shoot?"
"On my face..."
Squelch.
The man yanked his cock out of her pussy, and she flipped over, squeezing her eyes shut tight.
"Haa, haa. Stick out your tongue."
The man was about to blow before reaching her face, so he clumsily climbed up higher in a hurry.
She stuck out her tongue, and he plastered her face with white cum.
"Ugh. Uhuhu, hehe."
"Pffuuu."
No reward for the tongue; he spread it evenly across her whole face before grabbing tissues and heading off.
Left alone on the bed, legs splayed wide, he stared at the woman and fell into contemplation.
'Should I just slip it in once?'
Aside from Yeon Du-na, he hadn't fucked any woman without some extreme fetish yet.
On a day like today, cockblocked right before cumming and left blue-balled, wasn't a little deviation allowed for one night?
Yeah. If he thrust in and out once every two seconds, even if that guy had pounded her for ten minutes straight, that pussy had been stabbed 300 round trips. 600 one-ways.
What harm was one more from him?
His unshed cum must've rushed to his brain through his veins.
While he entertained that nonsense, the couple, having wiped up, chatted about something else.
"Oppa, I'm hungry."
"What should I get you?"
"Chicken."
Chicken sounds good. Mmm.
Even as he mumbled agreement under his breath without them noticing, they kept talking.
"Order it?"
"Yeah."
She nodded, fiddling with her phone.
"Shower?"
"After we eat."
"Oh! Right. Hey, wanna do that thing we did last time?"
"What?"
"Y'know, with the pizza delivery."
Recalling at his words, she shot him a glare.
"...Again?"
"Hehe. Why not? It's fun."
"Ugh. It's getting old, seriously."
"You like it too."
"Don't you know how fucking hot it is outside? Motorcycle guys stink like sweaty balls!"
"So? Not doing it?"
"...Whatever, it's not up to me. If the guy's a pussy, we can't."
Oho?
Ooohoho?
His eyes lit up as he eavesdropped. What was this?
She smelled it. The public pounding scent!
***
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ Vroom! Screech.
A motorcycle pulled up in front of the motel. The rider grabbed a yellow bag from the box on the back.
'Yellow Chicken.'
Confirming the logo, he revealed himself without delay.
"Room 504, right?"
The chicken delivery guy glanced at the order slip on the bag and nodded.
"Uh, yeah."
"Hand it over."
The chicken was passed over.
"Thanks. Have a good night."
Dude, enunciate properly?
Hehe, anyway, time for public pounding!
Chicken bag in one hand, he rode the elevator up.
Moments later, at 504's door, his outfit had changed from when he took the chicken from the delivery guy.
Inventory auto-change system. He swapped out the shirt the real delivery guy would never wear for something simpler-looking.
Topped it off with a baseball cap. Essential.
Knock knock.
"...Yeees."
A soft voice from inside.
"Chicken delivery."
"...One sec."
The door flew open, revealing a naked woman wrapped in just a towel!
Whoa. They were really doing it.
Even though he'd known, he put on a startled act.
"Gasp."
Satisfied with his sharp inhale, she flashed a small smile.
Her eyes brimmed with sultriness as she spun her body teasingly, almost seductively.
"Can you set it inside? I'm kinda... like this right now."
Hands tied up 'cause the towel might slip, you slutty bitch!
She turned, pointing to the floor while bending slightly at the waist—her ripe brown pussy peeked, dark bush barely visible.
No wonder people loved sneaky peeks.
Even after seeing her wide-open clam earlier, this felt sexier, more arousing.
He snorted hot breaths, sneaking glances, when she whipped around.
"Ahem."
Her piercing gaze fixed on him.
"You saw."
"Huh?"
"You saw my body just now."
"Nooo."
He shook his head vigorously, but she pressed her body right up close.
"Be honest... Hehe."
Her body... smelled like chicken.
"Gulp."
Was he salivating for her or the chicken? He couldn't tell.
At his gulping swallow, she giggled.
She peeked under his cap and whispered intimately. Casually, too.
"How old are you? You're cute."
Of course he was. Today's body had [Beauty] buff plus [Plastic Surgery] buff. Neighborhood hunk with BB cream!
Bolstered by that confidence, he brazenly replied.
"Twenty-three..."
Not an unbelievable age for someone looking mature.
"College student?"
"Yeah..."
"Whew."
Haah, chicken scent.
Every time he saw chicken from now on, he'd think of her. One-chicken bitch.
She leaned in closer, slapping a hand on his chest. Her index finger zeroed in on his nipple instantly.
"Ack."
Ah, first time with such a blatant slut!
Until now, he'd always initiated based on their kinks. Never had one come onto him first.
It started as an act, but he felt his earlier pent-up load stirring, refluxing up his urethra.
"Want noona to suck you off?"
"Haa, haa. Ah."
Deep in the role of tempted young part-timer, he even nailed the hesitant stutter.
Moments like this made all those concept pornos with So-eun shine.
"What's wrong? Dick-budding?"
Her finger circled his nipple, then slid down his abs, pressing firmly. It seemed headed straight for his cock but paused at his belt buckle.
"If you don't want it, you can go."
"Ah, noona."
"Haaa, you're so cute."
What a dumbass act.
She was getting turned on too, her playful face flushing pink.
"What's your name?"
"Young-jun. Choi Young-jun."
Second time using that alias today. She finally gripped his buckle tight and slid her hand down!... Or pretended to, then turned away.
Agh, tricked again.
"Come in."
He followed her swaying ass inside like he was mesmerized. The vixen deliberately lifted her towel just 1cm—exactly that much.
Revealing the thick bush he'd glimpsed earlier, swaying seductively.
It reminded him of childhood, crouching low to peek under the TV during fashion shows.
Trailing the bush's trail, he spotted her boyfriend on the bed waving.
"Whoa!"
He'd known the guy was there, but acted shocked, jumping back.
"He was staring at your ass the whole way in. Didn't even see my shoes?"
"Oppa, stop teasing the kid."
"Hehe. Must like what he sees. Hey, take off the cap. Lemme see your face."
"Uh? That's..."
As he made a troubled face, the guy raised his fist. Tattoo side up. See? Told you, thug.
Meanwhile, the woman started undoing his pants.
Clink, clink.
Riiiip.
"Good boy for listening to noona? Here's your reward. Gasp. Oppa, oppa, look at this. Not joking."
"What?"
The tattoo guy dropped the fist prank instantly, relaxing as he eyed my crotch. A gasp escaped him too.
"Holy shit."
Then he grinned at me.
"Yo, what is that? What'd you do to your dick? Wow. This guy."
Sizing it up, he told his girl.
"Ji-yeon, you hit the jackpot."
"Jackpot my ass. Not even gonna fuck it."
"You never know. Might go all the way."
The guy smirked at me.
Yeah. All the way.
"...All the way, total jackpot. Gulp."
"Fucking slut, showing you've played before. I can hear you swallowing from here."
"Slurp. Did I?"
She actually wiped drool from her lips, then knelt before me. Finally.
"Name was... Young-jun? Noona's sending Young-jun to Hong Kong today."
Her nipples poked out above the towel as she squatted.
"Gulp."
"Oppa, hear him swallowing? So cute~."
"Hehe."
Yeah, yap away. I'm getting blown.
Smooch.
She gazed lovingly at my cock, pressing her lips to the head.
"Heuk."
His body shivered at the sudden stimulus.
"Oppa, it's getting bigger, bigger."
"I see, bitch. It's poking through your skull. Tilt a bit, lemme get a good shot."
The guy grabbed his phone propped by the tissue box beside the bed. It had been recording since he entered, apparently.
"Yo. Filming this, cool?"
"Huh? Oh, no. W-Wait, mosaic?"
Kuh. Good acting.
"Cap covers it like a mosaic, dumbass. It'll be fine."
Fuck, ego bruised. Almost laughed.
"Ah, okay."
"Oppa, so lame."
Lame? It was peak comedy. Dad jokes only work on fellow dads, huh.
The couple snickered. And her blowjob restarted.
"Smooch. Slurp. Glurk."
"Heuk."
"Slurp, glurk. Glorp, slop, shluuurp. Hrrlglrk."
"Oah, haa, ah."
His girls had top-tier pussies, but their tongue skills couldn't match this experienced woman's.
Even Pomi with succubus buffs was the same. So he was tasting tongue techniques he'd never felt before.