Chapter 99
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 99
Chapter Title: Real-World Ji-min: NTR and Conquest
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Jun-chan rattled off a rough list of the friends who were at the funeral.
And when he mentioned that girls including Ji-min were there too, it completely changed my mind about whether or not to show up.
"Yeah? Who's there?"
-"Dude, do I have to say it again? Right now here..."-
"Sigh, alright. I'm coming."
-"Cool. Hurry up. The others might head out soon too. It's a weekday tomorrow, so they've got school and shit." -
"On my way right now."
I hopped in a taxi and flew there like a bullet.
I told the driver to step on it and I'd double the fare, and damn, he really hauled ass.
The power of money was incredible.
By the time I got to the funeral home, Ji-min and Mi-young were there among the girls I'd fucked inside the Tower.
Seeing Ji-min and Mi-young in real life—the same girls whose virgin pussies I'd claimed in the Tower—felt kinda surreal and thrilling.
...Fuck, these were the chicks shaking their asses and moaning for me just a bit ago. And they even got pregnant.
I went through the motions: bowed according to funeral protocol, offered condolences to the family, then zeroed in on those two.
I sidled up next to them, took a seat, and tried to wedge into their conversation. Threw out some heavy flirts.
"...Who are you again?"
"Me? You don't remember? ...Haha, well, that's awkward."
Mi-young recoiled in disgust at my blatant flirting, true to her usual personality.
Ji-min in real life, though, seemed to kinda enjoy my aggressive vibe and played along subtly.
I was so obvious at the funeral home—barely paying attention to the actual service and laser-focused on the girls like they were the main course—that Jun-chan even came over midway to give me a heads-up.
"Dude, tone it down. The others are noticing. This ain't a pickup bar."
"Got it. Got it."
But fuck, I just wanted to bang real-life Ji-min and Mi-young at least once.
Time passed, and Ji-min and Mi-young were getting ready to leave the funeral home.
Parting time had come.
I practically clung to Ji-min, coaxing her with, "Hey, one more drink?"
I'd already given up on Mi-young. She wasn't the type to fall for that direct approach.
Fuck, inside the Tower, Ji-min was grinding her pussy on me, begging for it... I even subtly showed her my massive cock twitching in my pants at the funeral, and she smirked each time. She's gotta be into me, right?
Mi-young shot me a look like, "It's your friend's funeral—know your limits," creating distance between me and Ji-min.
Maybe she was giving Ji-min the side-eye too.
Ji-min wasn't putting up a wall like Mi-young; she was subtly receptive to me.
When Ji-min and I pushed for another round of drinks, Mi-young said her place was the other way and bailed.
"Hey, Ji-min. Wanna grab drinks just us?"
"...Drinks? With you? Hmm... Sure. Let's do it. ...Pfft. Hehe."
I'd successfully lured Ji-min into drinks.
She smirked like she knew exactly what I was after, but I didn't care and kept hitting on her.
Luckily, she didn't seem to hate it. Maybe because I'd flexed my throbbing monster cock through my pants back at the funeral?
We walked a bit and ducked into a cozy-looking bar, ordered some snacks and booze, and sipped away.
Then Su-bin came up.
I casually asked what happened with Su-bin, since they used to be tight.
Buzzed from the drinks, Ji-min spilled the details—cursing Su-bin out plenty.
"That bitch... told me we should cut ties. Fucking hell..."
"Yeah? What went down?"
"Ughhh... Was it wrong that she drew those pervy comics...? I just called her out on it... Seriously... If she was embarrassed, she shouldn't have drawn them..."
So she blabbed Su-bin's secret, told others, and got cut off.
Ji-min claimed it was already an open secret at school and bound to come out anyway, but from an outsider's view, she was at fault for blowing it up.
...Not my problem anyway.
While drinking with Ji-min, I scooted right next to her and subtly showed off my raging hard-on.
The thick outline bulging through my pants screamed "huge cock" to anyone looking.
As we drank alone, Ji-min's phone rang—her boyfriend calling to check in now that the funeral was wrapping up.
Ji-min glanced at me, then lied to her man.
Said she was still at the funeral home.
Your girl's here alone with another dude in a bar. Heh heh.
I eavesdropped intently.
-"Babe, it's noisy there. You still at the funeral home? Hard to hear." -
"...Yeah, some guys here started drinking and it's getting loud..."
Damn, she lied smooth.
Bar's noisy, fair enough.
-"Want me to pick you up?" -
"No, you've got work tomorrow, oppa. Go to bed. I'm with friends... gonna crash at a friend's place. You know Mi-young? From last time."
-"Oh... yeah, I do. You're with her?" -
"Yep. She's right here. Want me to switch?"
-"Nah, no need. I trust you, babe. I'll head to bed then. Have fun with your friend." -
"Okay. Thanks, oppa. Been a while since I caught up with Mi-young. I'll head back the day after tomorrow. Dream of me?"
-"Yeah. Got it. Heh. Don't stay at the funeral too long either." -
Ji-min ended the super lovey-dovey call.
From what I gathered, she was living with her older boyfriend and had told him to crash early.
Said she'd stay at the funeral then sleep over at a friend's.
Mi-young as the cover... She was no rookie at this.
If he'd asked to talk to Mi-young, probably would've said she was in the bathroom. Impressive.
I downed a shot and asked Ji-min,
"Heh... All good? Didn't sync up with Mi-young? You sure?"
"...... Did you... hear the call? ... This happens a lot, so it's fine. Not your concern."
Ji-min brushed it off like it was routine.
No rookie indeed. Poor boyfriend. Heh heh. Must've been thrilled dating a hot younger babe, but turns out her lower half spreads wide for anyone. Total slut pussy.
Anyway, Ji-min and I kept drinking, then moved spots for round three at another joint.
A bit of a hassle, but after that boyfriend call, she seemed eager for more booze.
In the Tower, I'd have just railed her already.
We drank and chatted more at the third place, then she said let's rest a bit... and we ended up at the motel, our final destination.
Whether it was the booze or just wanting to fuck Ji-min ASAP, I stripped naked the second we hit the room.
Ji-min eyed my massive throbbing cock, licked her lips, and swallowed hard.
I deliberately stood close, proudly showing it off. Fully erect, precum dripping steadily.
Ji-min started peeling off her clothes too, now that we were in the motel.
We locked eyes with heated gazes, drew closer, and started making out.
Embracing tight, deep kissing—my rock-hard monster pressed right against her lower belly.
Ji-min subtly ground her belly against my cock and its precum, clearly loving it.
I went to dive right into sex, but Ji-min stopped me, saying she needed to shower first.
She'd been out all day without washing, worried about the smell.
Girls get sensitive about that with guys they're about to fuck.
I barely held back, about to tell her to go first, when Ji-min stared hard at my precum-soaked beast and teasingly said, "Wanna shower together?"
Couldn't resist that. We showered as a pair.
Ji-min's naked body in the shower was just as stunning and gorgeous as in the Tower.
Two years had passed, though—unavoidable. The 20-year-old Tower Ji-min was perkier, firmer.
But the 22-year-old real one felt riper, more mature, like sweet, succulent fruit.
We showered together, eyes meeting, kissing again... groping each other, getting heated... and we couldn't wait for the bed. We fucked right there.
"...Hey, have we... ngh... ever fucked before...?"
Ji-min asked if we'd done it in real life.
I said no, since we hadn't.
"Nah. Why?"
"But, ah... you know exactly... ngh♡ where I like it... ha♡ hea♡"
We fucked tons in the Tower. Her weak spots, body, sensitive areas—all identical. Heh heh...
Suddenly, I wondered if real-life Ji-min would submit to my cock like in the Tower, turning into my obedient, horny bitch—a total pussy slave.