3. Rent Gets Collected in Fixed Monthly Loads (2)

Did it work?

The notification confirming the alteration had taken effect was still hanging in the air when Ryu Ayoung's eyes went hazy for a moment before snapping back to their usual sharpness. In the same breath, she stepped one foot inside the entryway and started hurrying me along, irritation thick in her voice.

"I said I'm here to collect the rent, so what are you just standing there for? Hurry up and take your pants off."

As if to scrub away the last flicker of doubt still smoldering in me, Ryu Ayoung kicked the front door shut with a thud and pointed straight at my lower half. There wasn't a trace of strangeness in the way she carried herself—nothing to suggest she was doing anything but acting exactly according to 'common sense.'

A heartbeat later she sank into a crouch in front of me, smooth as anything. Which meant, naturally, that the drop-dead gorgeous face of the landlord's daughter ended up level with my crotch—and more than half of her creamy tits spilled into view, the deep valley between them and the plump thighs peeking through the slit of her dress hijacking my gaze outright. She didn't appear to have rubbed on any lotion or oil, and yet her soft, generous curves gleamed with a glossy sheen all the same.

"Gulp..."

I was sinking deeper and deeper into that mouthwatering sight when—

Thump-thump!

Fucking hell, not again...

A cold lurch seized my chest, goosebumps raced up my spine, and a crushing wave of ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠tension came flooding in. The old culprit that ambushed me without fail the moment things turned suggestive with a woman—the wretched anxiety that had kept me a virgin all these years—had come calling once more.

Ryu Ayoung, of course, had no idea any of this was happening, and her expression was stiffening by the second. She was impatient at the best of times, and my dithering in the face of her urging must have grated on her something fierce.

"Ugh, seriously..."

Sure enough, her brow had barely creased before her hand shot out and seized my waistband. Then, with merciless efficiency, she dragged pants and underwear down past my knees in a single pull. Shffk! Jangle-jangle...

My cock, freed at last from its fabric prison, sprang out swinging every which way. It was utterly limp—not a hint of an erection—and even so it ran a solid fourteen and a half centimeters, thick enough to more than fill a woman's hand.

A moment ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠later, as my pale pink head stopped its swaying and drooped downward, Ryu Ayoung's fingers wrapped around my shaft without a second's hesitation. She squeezed and kneaded it as though measuring its size and heft, a strange look crossing her face.

"What is with you, 302...? You've got such a sweet, honest face, and then this thing is downright vicious."

"I, um, that's—"

"Anyway, you're going to cooperate with your rent payment properly, aren't you? You're not planning on staying all soft and useless like this?"

Her expression had brightened enormously compared to a moment ago, and there was even a faint thread of warmth in her voice as she demanded my cock stand up hard and proud—all while gazing up at me with big, dewy eyes.

She's actually unreal.

That already gorgeous face, now lit with a smile I'd never once seen from her—the instant the two combined, every last infuriating memory I had of her wiped clean out of my head, and even with anxiety still gnawing at me, I felt my heart pounding with a filthy little thrill.

But the thrill was short-lived. The pressure clamping down on me bore in harder in answer to it. Grit!

My teeth clenched down on their own, and just as the dread of throwing away this precious chance came crashing in alongside a hollow, sinking despair, my own reflection in a nearby mirror drifted into view.

And right at that moment, it came back to me—the description of the common-sense alteration ability I'd read back in the underworld. Specifically, the part about who it could be cast on. The phrasing that said 'whatever target you desire,' not merely 'others.'

Then what happens if I cast a common-sense alteration on myself...?

Clutching at straws, I fixed my eyes on the 'me' in the mirror and invoked the ability. Just as it had with Ryu Ayoung moments before, a window materialized in front of me, asking whether to apply it.

A warning marker I'd never seen before sat pinned to the cost, but desperation made the choice for me—I selected 'Yes' on the spot. A faint tug pulled at the base of my skull, and then the suffocating tension that had been squeezing my whole body melted away like snow in the sun.

And in exact inverse proportion, my lust came roaring up for the first time in my life in front of a flesh-and-blood woman. A jolt ran through me, and blood came pouring into my groin.

Shloooop— THWACK! THWACK!

Within moments my cock had hardened fast and furious, its head tilting up at a forty-five-degree angle. Watching it hit full mast while cradled in a woman's hand... I honestly felt reborn.

Yeah... that's right. It was as good as a second birth. I'd gone from eunuch to a real man—a male in every sense of the word.

Ryu Ayoung, meanwhile, was having her own reaction. Her eyes blew wide with astonishment, her lips parting slightly—then, wonder plain on her face, she began stroking my thick column of flesh, which went beyond merely filling her hand and left a two-centimeter gap between her thumb and middle finger.

"Wow... this thing is an actual weapon..."

Twenty-two centimeters at full erection, thicker than a soda can—my monster cock. As that heavy slab of meat bobbed to the rhythm of Ryu Ayoung's hand, her fingers traveled up the veins bulging along the shaft's surface until they reached the head. Already sensitive past all reason, and never once in its life touched by a woman, my cockhead—

Squeeze♡

"Ngh..."

It was, literally, the barest grazing contact, yet her touch existed on a completely different plane from my own hand. The dizzying, never-before-felt sensation wrung a moan out of me, and I instinctively rocked my hips back—so Ryu Ayoung curled the corners of her mouth into a sly smile, tightened both hands around my cock, and reeled me back in, until my swollen, throbbing head hovered right under her nose.

"Someone's awfully sensitive here, huh? Perfect. Looks like I'll be collecting this month's rent faster than I thought♡"

By now her thumb, slicked with precum, was gently circling the ridge beneath my head as she committed herself to the business of 'extraction' in earnest. There was something in the way she moved that went beyond the detached efficiency of rent collection—something warmer—but I didn't have a shred of bandwidth left to wonder about it.

This was the touch of a woman I'd only ever imagined since puberty. Ryu Ayoung's milky-soft hand, so pliant I couldn't feel a single bone in it, stroking up and down every inch of me—the dizzying pleasure of my first handjob was bleaching my brain white at the edges.

So this is a handjob... my cock is seriously melting.

While I was being devoured that fast by the pleasure welling up from below, Ryu Ayoung kept working—her left hand rocking the veined column of my shaft, her right zeroing in on my slick, slippery head.

Schlick-schlick-schlick-schlick♡

"Yours twitches like crazy, 302. And it just keeps leaking♡"

With her honeyed voice drizzled over the top of it all, my body—touch-starved and dateless for a lifetime—burned hotter still, and the urge to cum swelled beyond all containment in the space of a breath. One slip of concentration and I'd dump my load right then and there.

I can't humiliate myself by blowing it this fast... but the stimulation is way too—

So I gritted my teeth and endured, fighting for every extra second of this blissful stretch of time—and that was when a flicker of curiosity crossed Ryu Ayoung's eyes, and she brought her lips in close to my cockhead, which was drooling precum without pause.

Then she stroked the head faster still and murmured, almost as if to herself:

"Come to think of it, I need somewhere to put the load once I've collected it... Oh!"

No sooner had realization dawned on her face than she began stretching her lips apart as wide as they would go. And the moment her mouth gaped just barely wide enough to admit my thick head, she leaned forward without a shred of hesitation and swallowed my cockhead whole.

"Hwup! Shlurp♡"

"Hngh!"

I'd been barely hanging on through my first handjob, and now my first blowjob had ambushed me on top of it. A ragged groan leaked out between my clenched teeth as a hot, slick, clinging wetness wrapped around every inch of my head.

Shlurp—schlick-schlick-schlick

With her lips locked tight around my crown, Ryu Ayoung's scalding tongue laved hungrily over my slit and every hypersensitive spot around it. The next instant, her relentless teasing probed so deep it felt like the tip of her tongue was actually worming into my slit—and the fraying thread of restraint I'd been clutching finally snapped.

At the same moment my balls wrenched upward, contracting hard, and a ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠pleasure unlike anything I had ever known locked my entire body rigid.

A heartbeat later, thick, ropey cum came erupting from my cockhead, still clamped in the hot sheath of Ryu Ayoung's mouth, with overwhelming force.

GLUUUURK!! Bwuuush—spurt, spurt, SPURT-SPURT-SPURT!!

"Mmph?!?"

There was so much of it that not only Ryu Ayoung, catching it full in the mouth, but even I was stunned. In mere seconds the sticky flood had puffed both her cheeks out round and full—but only for a moment.

"Gulp... gulp..."

Her soft hands began milking my shaft, and her throat rippled over and over as she swallowed down the cum brimming in her mouth. Gulp by gulp, her cheeks shrank back down, again and again—and as her face slimmed back to its usual delicate lines, the violent pulses of my climax ebbed away, and my cock finally settled, spent and docile.