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Min-ho's heart hammered.
Finally...!
Beside him, Seo-yeon and Ye-rin were still catching their breath. The afterglow of climax hadn't left them yet.
"Min-ho... that was... really something..."
Seo-yeon was the one who said it.
"Of everything I've ever... that was the best..."
"Me too..."
Ye-rin flushed as she managed it.
"Min-ho... thank you..."
But Min-ho's attention was locked on the Status Window.
A level-up... and a skill!
Appraisal Lv.1
View a target's basic stats.
What... is this?
On instinct, Min-ho looked at Seo-yeon.
In that instant—
What the—!
Min-ho jolted. Seo-yeon's stats were hanging there in front of him, plain as text. He turned his eyes on Ye-rin.
No way... I can actually see them!
Excitement shot through him. From now on he could read the person in front of him—their numbers, laid bare.
Then... Senior Tae-min?
He called Tae-min's face up in his mind. Nothing appeared.
So I have to be looking at them.
"Min-ho? Are you all right?"
Seo-yeon asked.
"Ah— yeah. I'm fine."
Min-ho closed the Status Window.
Points first.
Thirty-one points. He turned them over, weighing where they ought to go.
I need strength. If I'm going to stop men like Senior Tae-min from walking all over me...
When Tae-min had shoved him—when that blow caught his shoulder—Min-ho hadn't been able to do a thing.
I need strength I can fight with. Strength, and agility.
He made his choice.
Strength +10(20 pt spent) — 28 → 38
Agility +5(10 pt spent) — 30 → 35
Heat tore through his body in an instant. Muscle drew tight. Strength surged. His whole frame went light.
"Nngh..."
"Min-ho?"
"I'm fine... just a second..."
A few seconds later the heat sank away. Min-ho opened his fist, then closed it again.
Different. No question.
The strength was there in his hands, far past what he'd had a moment ago. His body felt light, his reactions quicker. He called the Status Window back up.
Strength 38, agility 35...
Still short of an ordinary person's average, but a long way from where he'd been.
Senior Tae-min... how strong is he, anyway?
He wanted to know. Next time they met, he'd find out.
"Min-ho, are you really all right?"
Seo-yeon asked it with worry plain in her voice.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Better, if anything."
Min-ho stood. He was lighter on his feet than he used to be—no question about that. He tested it, throwing a punch, twisting through the motion.
Faster. Definitely.
"Min-ho... thank you, truly, for today."
Ye-rin said it shyly.
"I... don't think I'll ever forget it."
"Thank you. Both of you. It was a good experience."
Seven in the evening.
The fan-service event was over.
Min-ho was waiting for Yoon-a in the lounge. She came out looking a little spent.
"Min-ho!"
"Yoon-a. You worked hard."
"Ten of them... God, that was exhausting. But it was fun."
Yoon-a pulled him into a hug.
"How about you? It was two, right?"
"Yeah... it was good."
"A threesome, I heard? I'm jealous."
She laughed, teasing.
"You look different, though...?"
"Do I?"
"Mm. A little more... solid? Or am I imagining it?"
"I've been working out."
"Have you? Either way, it looks good on you."
The two of them left the company.
"Min-ho, want to come to my place tonight?"
"I'd like that."
Yoon-a's apartment.
They sat on the sofa with wine between them.
"Feels good, doesn't it? The project taking off like that."
"It does. Thanks to you."
"What are you talking about. It's your talent."
Yoon-a leaned into him.
"Min-ho, I... I took ten people today..."
At that, his expression hardened.
Ten. Yoon-a, with ten men—her mouth, her hands. The scene painted itself behind his eyes.
"Hm?"
"I still want to do it with you."
"Yoon-a..."
It came over him in a tangle. Jealousy. The urge to possess. And under that, something darker.
"You're the best. I mean that."
Yoon-a kissed him. Min-ho hauled her in hard.
"Ah... Min-ho?"
"Bedroom."
His voice had dropped.
The moment they were inside, he shoved her down onto the bed.
"Min-ho...?"
Yoon-a stared up at him, startled.
"Today. Did you like it? Taking care of all ten of them."
"What?"
"With your mouth. With your hands."
His eyes had gone dark.
"You've got a boyfriend, and you liked servicing other men anyway?"
"Min-ho... that's..."
"Answer me."
"That was... work..."
"Work?"
Min-ho started pulling her clothes off. Roughly.
"Min-ho... are you angry?"
"Yeah, I'm angry. Of course I am."
He stripped himself as well.
"My woman, with other men..."
"Min-ho, that isn't—"
"Shut up."
At the order, Yoon-a closed her mouth.
"You gave it to ten of them today. So you're going to do better for me."
He caught her by the hair and brought himself to her lips.
"Suck."
"Mmn..."
Yoon-a opened her mouth. He pushed in.
"Deeper. All the way."
Min-ho pressed her head down.
"Nngh—!"
She took him to the back of her throat. Tears sprang to her eyes.
"Felt good, didn't it. Sucking ten of them off today."
"Mmn..."
"Can't answer? Mouth's full?"
He gripped her head and started to move, rough about it. Saliva spilled down her chin.
"This how you did them?"
"Mmn..."
"Still can't talk. Then we keep going."
He didn't let up for several minutes.
"Now. On the bed. Face down."
"Hah... hah... Min-ho..."
Yoon-a dropped onto the bed, gasping, and lay prone. Min-ho stood behind her.
"All ten of them came on your face today, didn't they."
"Min-ho... that was work..."
"And work makes it fine?"
His palm cracked across her ass.
Smack!
"Ah!"
"My woman gets other men's cum all over her face, and I'm supposed to be all right with it because it's work?"
"Min-ho... I'm sorry..."
"Sorry?"
He took her by the waist and drove into her in a single deep stroke.
"Nngh—!"
Yoon-a cried out.
"Isn't this what you wanted?"
"Ah... Min-ho... you're... too rough..."
"Of course I am. I've got all ten of them to wash off you."
He started to move, hard, the wet crack of each thrust coming sharp and fast.
"Ah! Ah! Min-ho!"
"Feel good? Better than the other men?"
"Yes... it does... you're... the best..."
"Sounds like a lie."
Smack!
His hand came down on her ass again.
"Ah!"
"Say it like you mean it."
"I mean it... only you... you're the only one I want..."
"Yeah?"
He drove harder, faster.
"Then prove it. Prove you only come apart like this for me."
"Ah... ah... Min-ho... it's too... good..."
Her moans climbed.
"You took ten, and you still want more?"
"Yes... yours... I want to keep going..."
"Greedy."
Min-ho turned her over and hooked her legs up onto his shoulders.
"Like this."
"Nnh... so deep..."
He started moving again. Deeper. Harder.
"Min-ho... I'm... close..."
"Don't hold it. Come."
"Ah... aah...!"
Yoon-a shuddered into her climax. Min-ho didn't stop.
"You think once is enough? You took ten. You can give me ten."
"Min-ho... I can't... it's too much..."
"You can. With me."
He kept going—shifted her, changed the angle.
"Ah... again... I'm coming again..."
"Good. Keep coming."
A second. A third.
Yoon-a broke again and again.
"Min-ho... please... no more..."
"I'm going to come too."
"Inside... inside, please... fill me..."
He buried himself to the hilt one last time and let go.
"Yoon-a...!"
"Min-ho...!"
A long while later, the two of them lay side by side, soaked through with sweat.
"Min-ho..."
Yoon-a looked at him.
"Tonight... you were different."
"Sorry... too rough?"
"No."
She smiled.
"I liked it. You being jealous... I didn't hate it."
"I was jealous. Badly."
"I know. I felt it."
Yoon-a pulled him close.
"Min-ho, I'm your woman. The other men are just work."
"I know..."
"You're the one I want. For real."
"And you're the one I want most."
They passed the night like that. Holding her, Min-ho turned it over.
Jealousy... possessiveness...
Feelings like these were natural, too. Yoon-a was his woman. All he'd wanted was to be sure of that.
The next morning, Min-ho woke in Yoon-a's apartment.
She was still asleep, exhaustion slack across her face. He rose carefully and faced the mirror.
He looked different. There was no arguing with it. Firmer through the body—the muscle those points had bought him.
He closed a fist and threw, fast. The air broke once, then again.
Faster. Definitely.
That was the agility, paying him back.
Now... this is where it really starts.