Not Born to Rest

"Mmm..."

He opened his eyes to an unfamiliar ceiling. Alcohol stung the tip of his nose, and somewhere a machine kept up its steady beep. Min-ho blinked his heavy lids and looked around.

"Coming around, son?"

A familiar, tender voice. He turned his head. Mi-young sat in the visitor's chair beside the bed, peeling an apple, worry and relief tangled together in her eyes.

"Mom... is this a hospital?"

"It is. The VIP suite at the hospital Venus Entertainment keeps on contract. Yesterday, after the premiere, you poured blood out of your nose and passed out. They brought you in."

Min-ho dredged up what he could of yesterday's frenzy. Seven women. Fourteen climaxes, at least. And a blackout waiting at the far end of the pleasure.

"God... passing out like that. How embarrassing."

"So you do know it's embarrassing? Want to hear what the doctor said? 'Exhaustion, one step short of dying in the act.' Honestly. How hard were you going, for a healthy boy like you to drop?"

She scolded him even as she slipped a slice of apple into his mouth.

"What about everyone else?"

"They left. They were raising hell about staying until you woke, but they had schedules, so I shoved them out."

Mi-young let out a short laugh and went on.

"Thanks to you, your mother ended up holding a formal meet-the-families. Right here in the hospital."

"A meet-the-families?"

"Mm-hm. Joo Mi-ran, especially. The moment I said I was your mother, she seized my hand and goes, 'Honored in-law, you've raised your son magnificently. His stamina is quite... a force of nature. Yoon-a and I were spoiled rotten, thanks to him.'"

"Ah..."

His face burned. He could picture the scene all too clearly.

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"And Yoon-a was right there beside her, red to the ears, sniffling, 'Mother, I'm so sorry—we worked Min-ho far too hard...' I couldn't tell if I was in a hospital room or at an interview for daughters-in-law."

Mi-young brushed his hair back. A moment later her face hardened, and she spoke with a mother's severity.

"But ease up. Sex is wonderful, but you take care of your body while you're having it. Do you want a scolding from your mother? Son."

"I'm sorry, Mom. For making you worry."

"So long as you know."

"Still... it's been a while since I got to be your son again. Feels kind of new."

His eyes changed. These were not the repentant eyes of a son. They were a male's.

"Call you Mom, and... look at that. It's standing right back up."

He reached out from under the blanket and grabbed a full handful of Mi-young's ass where she sat in the chair.

"Oh!"

She startled and flinched. She did not pull away.

"You in ordinary clothes makes it even worse... Mom's ass is still nice and firm."

He dug his fingers in and kneaded her. Under the hospital pants, the tent of him twitched and rose.

Smack!

Mi-young slapped the back of his hand, sharp.

"Hey! Patient! Did you hear a single word I said? Not today. Absolutely not."

"Why not? I slept it off. I feel pretty all right."

"The doctor was very firm with me. You're badly run down. Today you take a heavy round of nutrients and you rest—absolute rest. Abstinence. Abstinence. You hold it until they discharge you tomorrow."

"Come on... how am I supposed to hold back, with something this good sitting right in front of me?"

He was clicking his tongue, openly sorry for himself, when the door rattled open and someone stepped in.

"Min-ho, you're awake?"

It was Han Ji-young, a shopping bag of porridge in her hand. She walked straight into the sight of him still groping Mi-young's ass.

"Min-ho... you couldn't even last that long, and you're already grabbing Unnie's backside? The patient?"

Ji-young clicked her tongue, dumbfounded.

"Oh—Noona, you're here?"

He let go, shameless, and grinned.

"Ji-young stayed because she insisted on waiting until you woke. I asked her to pick up some porridge."

Mi-young said it while straightening his blanket.

"You're telling me, Unnie. There's no talking sense into him. They cart a man in unconscious, and the second he opens his eyes he's in heat. I've scouted AV for more than ten years, and I have never seen a specimen this outrageous."

Ji-young unfolded the over-bed table and took out the bowl.

"And you don't give in today either, Ji-young. Understood? If he exerts himself today, it really will be serious."

"Yes, I understand. We should listen to Unnie. Here, Min-ho. Eat this first. It's a special abalone porridge."

She held out the spoon.

"Thanks, Noona."

He took a spoonful, then asked.

"But aren't you busy? Everyone else already left."

"Me? Rearranging schedules is the whole job. And... the finest star I ever discovered collapsed. Of course I'm going to watch over him."

She looked at him, slow and lingering. Yesterday's orgy was still in that look—sticky, and not yet spent.

Then the door banged open again.

"Oppa!"

"Min-ho!"

Two women came in with their arms full, fruit baskets in one set of hands and boxes of drinks in the other. Yoon Da-young, the youngest of the Young Trio, and Jeong Su-a, the woman from next door.

"Oh? Da-young, Su-a—you're here?"

Mi-young welcomed them warmly.

"I heard you'd been ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠admitted, and I called them. If they found out later, their feelings would be hurt. Of course they should come see you."

"Oppa... are you okay? They said you passed out..."

Da-young's voice wavered as she caught his hand.

"Min-ho... your face is half gone. What are we going to do..."

Su-a stroked his cheek as well, worry soft across her face. At thirty-two the calm of a grown woman sat on her, and under it a deep affection.

Ji-young, still setting out the porridge beside them, tilted her head at Su-a.

"Da-young I know... but who is this?"

Ji-young had been the woman next door at the old villa, before the move. Su-a was the woman next door in the apartment they lived in now. The two had never met.

"Oh—Su-a?"

Mi-young answered for her.

"She's our next-door neighbor, in the apartment where we live now. She and Min-ho are... very close."

At that, Ji-young's eyes went round. She immediately cut Min-ho a look.

"Wow... Min-ho, you really are something."

"What do you mean?"

"A next-door killer. That's what you are. A next-door killer."

She let out a dry little laugh.

"Back at the old villa you fucked the girl next door—that was me—and you've barely moved into the new place before you've fucked the new one? What, are you running a specialty in women who live next door?"

Her unfiltered mouth cracked the room into laughter.

"Ho ho ho! Next-door killer. It suits him perfectly."

Mi-young laughed until she clapped. Su-a went red, but the shy smile said she didn't mind it one bit.

Min-ho lay in the bed and looked at the four women gathered around him. His mother and his lover, Lee Mi-young, fifty-four. Han Ji-young, thirty-five, the noona from next door before the move. Yoon Da-young, twenty-one, the cute little sister. Jeong Su-a, thirty-two, the married woman next door after it. Beauties, every one of them, each flaunting a different kind of allure—and every one of them, now, his woman.

Ah...

Something hot surged up in his chest. His body, though, was still heavy. However much he had rested, yesterday's damage had been severe.

Like this, they're a feast in a painting. I can't touch any of it.

He read the hunger hidden under their worried eyes. They wanted him too. They were only holding back because he was the patient.

Right. I had points.

He snapped the system window open. The thirty points from clearing yesterday's quest, Seven-Colored Rainbow, were still sitting there, untouched.

What I need right now is recovery. Pour it all into stamina and virility.

He spent the points without a second's hesitation.

A low hum rose from the core of him. Heat surged up out of his body. Energy that had been scraped empty filled in an instant; blood boiled along his veins; a body that had weighed like lead went light as a feather.

"Min-ho? What's wrong? Your face just went red."

Su-a asked it, worried.

"Nothing... I just suddenly have more strength than I know what to do with."

He yanked the IV needle clean out.

"Oh my god! Have you lost your mind? What are you doing!"

Mi-young cried out, aghast. He was already up off the bed, her wrist caught in his hand.

"Mom. I'm all better. No—I'm healthier than I was."

His eyes burned.

"Ah..."

Ji-young sniffed the air, then swayed, her face gone hazy. Da-young and Su-a flushed hot as well.

"Oppa... that smell... it's too lewd..."

"Min-ho... my legs just... gave out..."

Caught in his arms, Mi-young dragged in a rough breath.

"You... I said no... haah..."

"There's something better than anything the doctor prescribed."

His hand slid in under her blouse.

"All of you. Lock the door."

At that low command, Da-young ran as if spellbound and locked the VIP room. In a breath, the ward became a sealed chamber where five hungers writhed.

"Su-a. Noona. Da-young. Come here."

He opened his arms, and the three women were drawn in like iron to a magnet, climbing up onto the bed.

"Min-ho... the gown... may I take it off?"

Su-a's trembling fingers undid the buttons of his top. The hard, muscled body came bare, and a shared gasp broke from the women.

"Haah... his recovery really is monstrous... I knew my eye wasn't wrong."

Ji-young stared at the tent rising under his pants and let her tongue show.

"So we ought to discharge him ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠properly. All of us. Together."

He sat Mi-young down between his legs.

"Mom. Open your mouth."

"Mmn... baby... there's really no stopping you..."

She drew his pants down and took the thick, upgraded length—Virility 75—into her mouth.

"Slurp... mmph..."

"Haaah..."

His moan was the signal. On his left, Ji-young teased a nipple. On his right, Su-a sucked at the nape of his neck. Down at the foot of the bed, Da-young licked his toes.

"Oppa... me too... put it in me too..."

Da-young couldn't stand it any longer. She hiked her skirt up. He drew himself out of Mi-young's mouth and pulled the girl up.

"Yeah, Da-young. Get up on Oppa and ride."

She sank down onto him, woman on top.

"Haaang! ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Oppa! I think it's even bigger! It hurts... no—it's good!"

Slap. Slap.

Flesh met flesh, and the sound filled the room.

"Su-a, turn around."

He lifted Da-young off and bent Su-a over, facing the head of the bed. Her slim ass was small, but it rose in a pretty curve.

"Hhk! Min-ho... you're too deep...!"

He drove into her from behind and, at the same time, kissed Ji-young where she waited at his side.

"Mmph... mm... Min-ho... raising you was worth it... the finest cock there is..."

"All of you this pretty... how am I supposed to hold anything back..."

On stamina at 65 and virility at 75, he shook the hospital bed as if he meant to break it. He had come fourteen times yesterday, but the rise in his stats had already charged his seed and his energy back to full.

"Mi-young... I'm going to come..."

At the last, he called for Mi-young. During sex she was not his mother. She was a woman. At his call she climbed onto the bed and sat facing him.

"Yes... baby... give it to me... I'll take all of it..."

She took him in, deep.

"I love you... all of you..."

He looked from one woman to the next and wrung out the last of his strength. It broke from him in a hot, endless rush—a tremendous flood of semen pouring into Mi-young. At the same moment Ji-young, Su-a, and Da-young ground against his body and came.

"Aaaaah!"

Five voices of pleasure braided together and rang through the room.

An hour later, the room was still full of heat. The sheets lay soaked with sweat and slick, and a briny musk, like night-blooming flowers, hung thick in the air.

"Haah... you really are something, Min-ho."

Ji-young straightened her clothes and clicked her tongue, half in awe.

"Keep this up and it won't be a discharge. You'll be admitted for good. Cause of death: the act itself."

Mi-young wiped the sweat from him, the worry creeping back into her voice.

"This won't do. If we stay here, he's going to come at us again. Let Min-ho actually rest. We're leaving."

"Yes. We should. His eyes are still wide awake."

Su-a agreed, coloring.

"Oppa, rest well. We'll see you when you're out tomorrow."

Da-young kissed his cheek.

"Baby, today you really just sleep. And don't do anything strange to the nurse."

Mi-young delivered the last warning and led the women out. Min-ho was left by himself. After the battle just fought, the room reeked of perfume—someone's attempt to cover traces that would not quite stay covered.

The door slid open.

"Sir? I'm here to check your IV... kyaa!"

The nurse who stepped in screamed. The IV line lay ripped out and sprawled across the floor, and the bed was soaked through. They had tried to erase the evidence. The scene refused to be erased. The women had left knowing perfectly well he was about to catch hell.

"Good lord! Sir! What is this? You're supposed to be resting, and you've pulled your IV out—what on earth have you been doing!"

She came closer with her face pinched and poured the scolding over him. Min-ho didn't so much as flinch. He caught her by the waist where she stood beside the bed and hauled her down on top of him.

"I'm sorry. I had so much energy I couldn't hold it in."

"Oh! What are you—mmph!"

He covered the struggling nurse's lips with his own and pushed the weapon that still hadn't gone down up under the skirt of her uniform. The moment the pheromone reached her, her eyes went slack.

"Haaahn... sir... you're too big..."

In the end she melted under his so-called special service. Far from making an issue of the wrecked room, she tidied up after him with a flushed face.

And that night, she used overtime as her excuse and slipped back into the room in secret.

"Sir... I'm here again..."

All through the night he gave her one more burning injection. When he was discharged the next morning, her note was in his hand.

He tucked the note into his pocket and walked out of the hospital. A short laugh escaped him at the sight of himself—a man who, even from a hospital bed, had managed to add another woman.

Figures. I just wasn't born to rest.

He climbed into the waiting van with a light step. Body and mind were both charged to the full.