The Room You Can't Leave Without Sex (3)

Thwack! Smack! Thud! Thwack! Thud!

How desperately had she been holding back all this time?

"Haaah! Ahh! Haaaah! Mmmhhh!!"

Wonha clung to me, slamming her moans straight into my ears.

"You can't even think straight anymore, can you?"

Then again, was lifting her like this really supposed to be this easy?

Once again, I found myself grateful for this monstrous body of mine. Back in the old days, I wouldn't have managed to hold her up at all—she'd have dropped straight to the floor.

Even pounding into her this violently, my arms were still holding up just fine.

Thwack! Smack! Thud!

Every time Wonha's pudding-soft ass and thighs collided with my hips, a wet, slapping sound rang out. The way her flesh jiggled was more than visible enough in the window's reflection.

"Nnh. Leg. My le—legs. Put them dowwwn. Nnh."

"Oh, look who can talk."

"No. N-nooo. That's not it—aaahh."

Every time I snapped my hips, she had no choice but to bump her ass right back into me, so all she could do was bury her face in my shoulder and moan, or whine at me to put her down.

Then again, do all beautiful women—cold ones and warm ones alike—turn into affection-starved brats the moment they have sex?

Thwack! Smack! Slap! Thud!

"Haaaahhn. Haaah. Haaaahhn."

Wonha's moans were growing sweeter and sweeter—it seemed she was starting to enjoy herself too.

"So when are you going to surrender?"

"Neverrr. I'm never going to. Mmmh."

"Then I'll keep pounding you until you do."

"Haaah. W-waaaait—"

I carried her around the room, her legs still locked around my arms, my cock still buried inside her.

I propped her up on the desk and fucked her there.

I draped her over the edge of the bed and hammered down into her at an angle.

I pressed her up against the wall and pistoned into her at the absolute maximum speed I could produce.

Even when I came, I didn't let her go—I just kept holding her while my cock swelled back up again.

When she raked her nails down my back and bit at my ear and shoulder begging to be released, I only drove into her harder.

There's a saying, isn't there?

Pin a woman down and fuck her hard enough, and she can't resist.

A profoundly true statement. Whenever Wonha tried to rebel, a strong, rough piston stroke was all it took to render her helpless.

About an hour and a half had passed.

She wasn't convulsing hard anymore, and no more tide came gushing out. They say you can wring water out of even a dried squid, but Wonha clearly had nothing left to give. What a woman of incredible willpower.

She blacked out twice while clinging to me. The third time her eyes fluttered open, she twisted her hand into the hair at the back of my head and pulled me into an even tighter embrace.

Not that it hadn't been hard on me too. I was genuinely worried my glans would be rubbed clean off.

The frothy mess of her juices, churned and mixed with my cum, ran down my thighs and dripped to the floor. Even as white clumps plopped and splattered below, I still didn't set her down.

Nearly two hours had passed when it happened.

Both of my arms—arms that felt like ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠they'd been grafted onto me from a monster—were trembling uncontrollably.

And that trembling wasn't coming from Wonha.

Left with no choice, I finally lowered the girl drooling slackly onto my shoulder. I laid her carefully on the bed and, for the first time in what felt like forever, pulled out.

With a lewd pop, my seed came surging out, soaking the floor thoroughly. At the same moment, a clear tide spurted from her urethra and poured down over it, and Wonha's eyes rolled back as she began to convulse.

The hologram displayed the words declaring her defeat—and returned Wonha and me back home.

"…So. You're telling me you kept me suspended in the air for three straight hours and did nothing but swing your hips around?"

"Yep."

"Tch…!"

"What? If you're a spider, you can totally zone out for a whole day."

"No I can't!"

The moment the Command was lifted, Neru started up with the clicking and whining.

"Neru. Can you keep it down a little?"

"…Why are you being so cold to me…."

"…Sorry. I'm currently the calmest man alive."

"…Whyyy."

"That's just how sages are."

I felt like I'd dumped liters upon liters of semen. As if the blood that should have gone to my brain had been converted into jizz and drained out of my body instead.

"Uuuu…."

Seemed like Wonha was in the same state.

"The junior staff… they're not still doing patrols, are they…?"

"Ah… I completely forgot about that…."

She swayed ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠as she patted through the pockets of her blazer, but apparently couldn't find her phone—she just let it go with a small thump and shuffled back to the sofa. She slumped down onto it, then rested her head against my shoulder.

Above us, the Gangnam sky was thick with stars.

Ever since the Labyrinth appeared, the nights in the city had grown quieter than anywhere else. Gazing up at that night sky, Wonha asked softly:

"So, I'm officially married off as of today, aren't I?"

"M-married off?"

"Well… I was past marriageable age anyway. I already got 'conquered' by a man I'd never even met before…. I've done things you can't undo, shown you things you can't unsee…. So yeah. Might as well call it a wedding."

"R-right, of course."

Before I knew it, I'd slipped back into polite speech.

"Hey! Are you marrying her?!"

"I don't know! Just shut up."

"Hey, don't marry her!"

"Why not…!"

Marrying her would be nice, wouldn't it? She's gorgeous and capable.

"Nobody marries their food. She's just staying where she is until I eat her."

Neru rolled up the sleeves of her hoodie as she stalked over. Glaring sideways at her, Wonha had somehow already drawn the dagger she'd hidden behind the sofa.

"I let Hoon-ie-ssi slide, but I'm not letting a monster off. Crawl back where you came from."

"Both of you, knock it off…."

Why did ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠they have to growl at each other like this?

I sat the two of them down side by side and explained my skill, Feminization, all over again—along with its special privilege, the Conquest Battle. I also asked Wonha about my body having gotten stronger. She looked shocked and said she'd never once heard of such a case.

"Anyway. I'll contact you if I need more information. Let's call it a day and head home."

"…"

Wonha just stared up at me with a dazed look on her face.

Was she hurt that I was telling her to go?

"I-if you don't want to go, you ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠don't have to. W-we have plenty of spare rooms."

"I want to go, but I honestly can't move a muscle."

"…Right. Rest up here tonight, then."

"…Okay."

There was Neru, whining that she was starving, and there was Wonha, making no effort to stop her—quietly backing her up from behind.

Grrrrrowl—.

And my own stomach joined the chorus demanding food.

I opened the pantry and pulled out the canned ham and tuna. I was just getting the meal started when—

"I'll do it! Sit down!"

"Shut it."

"No!! I can do it!! I know human common sense too!!"

"Please, just get lost."

"…Master. I'm really hurt, you know? You brought me home and then rolled around all night with another woman. Wouldn't it be nice if you spoiled me a little too…?"

Master, she says. I guess monsters don't have any trouble spitting out words like that.

I could feel my face burning hot enough to notice.

"F-fine, you do it then…!"

I handed her the ham and tuna and sat back down on the sofa.

And so Neru, practically emptying out the entire lower cupboard in her search, produced a kitchen knife. It was so rusted over it looked like it came with a curse attached.

"U-use a spoon…!"

"Why? Aren't you supposed to use a knife?"

"No."

Neru beamed brightly, scooped the ham out with a spoon, and then just tossed it carelessly onto a pan glowing hot as if it had been sitting in molten lava. She dumped the tuna in on top of it, over the black smoke already curling up from the pan.

"W-what are you doing…!"

"Cooking. Sit still."

Wonha craned her neck, trying desperately to keep an eye on the situation, but her legs clearly weren't taking orders. And of course, I tried to help around Neru too, but—

"Master. If you keep it up like this."

"Ah—okay, okay, I get it."

And so dinner began.

"…That took forever."

"I poured my heart into it. Eat up."

A dinner completely devoid of a single trace of good humor ended precisely after three bowls of rice.

My precious ham. Why on earth did it taste contaminated when that cursed knife never even touched it?

When you're hungry, you should just sleep it off. I was exhausted anyway.

I showed each of them to an empty room.

"I'm the senior here, why do I get the smaller one!"

"Fine, fine. You can have the big room."

"Hehe."

Neru picked fights with Wonha over the pettiest things imaginable, while Wonha responded with nothing but derisive little snorts and cold silence.

Even in a pitch-black room with the lights off, Neru moved around just fine. Spider perks, I guess.

After I closed Neru's door behind her, Wonha said she'd sleep in my room with me tonight.

"Y-you're not going to… do anything tonight, right…?"

"…Yeah. No. Yeah."

"Which is it…."

"I don't know. Ask me when we're in bed."

I lay down side by side with Wonha on a bed as wide as the Pacific Ocean.

What was she thinking about?

She'd staked her life on sex with a man she'd met today. For well over three hours, she hadn't said a single meaningful word—yet she'd accepted the fact of her own defeat with almost unsettling ease.

She didn't call me "Master" the way Neru did, but she seemed to agree with everything I said, even the things I tossed out offhandedly.

"Um…"

"Yeah?"

"Are you okay with this?"

"Yeah… well… it's honestly less of a mess in my head than I expected."

"R-really…?"

"Yeah… enough that it surprises me, honestly."

"Ah."

This bastard talks so goddamn slowly. A genuine urge bloomed in me to sit it down someday and give it a proper scolding.

"Wonha-ssi…. No. Actually, let's get the basics out of the way first."

I sat up straight in the middle of the bed and introduced myself all over again to the girl lying obediently under the covers.

"I'm Kang Hoon. Twenty-nine. Unemployed bum, but there's a little money in my account."

"Okay. I'm Kim Wonha. Thirty-two. Exactly what it says on my business card."

"Right. Nice to meet you, haha. I, um. I have absolutely no idea what I'm supposed to say here."

"…Same."

If I'd seen that smile even a few hours ago, I'd have called it cold as ice. But somehow, without a word being said, I understood that her smile carried a surprisingly warm temperature.

So this was what a master-and-servant bond felt like—all tangled up and clinging.

"Alright, time to sleep."

"Mm."

Right up until I drifted off, I kept kneading her plump breasts. She let out soft, whimpering moans, but apparently the shock of being "conquered" had been significant enough that she bit her lower lip and endured it.

Then again—I'd gained myself some powerful backing. A slave at team-leader level in the Hunter Association, no less. For some reason, I had a feeling things were about to go very smoothly for me.

BANG—!

"Hey! Master! I think that emergency ration ran off! It's not in its room!"

"…Neru. Come here."

"What? Hey, if there's emergency rations, why didn't you tell me?"

"You only get an answer if you actually speak. Why are you squeaking like that? Like a damn rat."

"You're mean."

Mouth clamped shut, Neru snatched away the hand I'd been kneading Wonha's chest with. She laid her head on my forearm, nuzzled into the crook of my armpit, and giggled.

"…Ah. Is that so?"

The only way to knead the breasts of the women on both sides of me in a comfortable position was for me to be the pillow for both of them at once.

"Both of you, come here."

Had there ever been such a happy(?) night in my life?

I'd gained a skill, and I'd gained women. All that was left was to find a new place to move into tomorrow.