Hunting at the Club
Love Weapon +3
Love Weapon (Penis, Hands, Mouth) Lv. 3
Contact Care
Contact Care: Resolves the target's mental issues through physical contact.
'Whoa. Jackpot again.'
In one word, just touching her skin reduces stress and alleviates mental problems. And since there's no mention of GP consumption, it seems like a passive effect.
'App Enchant. This update is insane.'
He'd gotten decent abilities from two trash apps that had been dead weight. It might be beginner's luck, but using them often didn't seem like a bad idea.
He pulled up the ongoing quest list next.
Observer the Addict 0/1
Prettier Girl Than Me 0/1
Man Receiving Affection 0/1
Woman on the 10th Floor 0/1
Oral Skill Mastery 0/1
Popular Masseur 0/100
One-Night Stand Stamp Rally 1/100
'The appearance score quests needed to be cleared before the appearance correction.'
His rising looks had raised the bar. Naturally, with a face like that, picking them up would be harder too.
He calmly checked his mind while looking at the quest window.
'Current GP stockpiled: 787.'
He made up his mind.
Sexual desire, transformation desire, and exhibitionism swell within your body.
'One-night stands with 100 women. Let's do it.'
Forgetting the GP shortage for a moment, he wanted to clear the seven piled-up quests. Meeting 100 women should clear four or five at least.
Plus, post-tutorial, reinforcement GP costs would rise. No telling when an app might update or become necessary, so stockpiling GP early was smart.
'And I need constant appearance corrections. Want to spam Love Weapon during sex without GP worries. More GP is always better.'
In that sense, the piled-up quests were a golden opportunity.
99 one-night stands left. 91 days remaining meant snagging at least one per day.
'Succeeding at one-night stands every single day.'
Impossible yesterday, but now he had confidence. He'd just discovered the fun of clubs thanks to his first success.
Succeeding in picking up a woman was satisfying and fun in itself as a man. He'd realized that.
'Even if I fail the final clear, partial completion rewards come per success, so no loss.'
No pressure of failure. Just enjoy it.
Unfulfilled sexual desire craves a new woman.
Aesthetics de Nonhyeon's morning training was wrapping up just in time.
He'd keep the routine: club at 10 PM, home by 4 AM, short nap, then to the beauty center.
The next day, after work, he headed to the department store.
He wanted to hit the club right away, but it wasn't open yet. To kill time, he'd buy clothes.
Of course, he had no faith in his own terrible fashion sense.
Wandering the store, he scanned employee profiles closely and approached a woman with "fashion sense" in her talents.
"Um, hello?"
"Yes, sir. How can I help you?"
He opened his wallet and handed her 50,000 won.
"Sorry for the weird request, but could you recommend some clothes for me?"
After that, it was smooth sailing.
Casual, dancey, hip, simple, basic—she recommended outfits by concept, and he registered them with Beauty Skin.
'Rising 1 to 5 points minimum.'
Today, baggy white tee and denim pants. A 1-point appearance boost.
It looked one step up from his first-day outfit, but now he knew: sloppy versus simple was worlds apart.
He entered the club right at opening.
Early hour meant a quiet vibe and few people. Still, a few decent one-night stand prospects.
When eyes met a woman's, he'd smile casually. If her status message was positive or affection high, he'd move in.
"Wanna dance?"
"Sure."
Dancing wasn't the goal, obviously. He subtly led her to a dim spot away from lights and placed both hands on her waist.
Crop top meant his hands touched bare skin.
Love Weapon (Hands) - Level 1
"Hng, hngh?!"
"Hm? What's up?"
Pleasure from his hands made her tremble, but he played dumb.
"N-no... nothing..."
"If the skinship bothers you, sorry. Should I let go?"
Love Weapon (Hands) - Level 2
"Haaah?! Nng... no, don't let go..."
He knew she'd refuse. She'd shown nearly 40 affection points the moment she saw him.
After that, easy. He freely used Love Weapon to send her to heaven quick, then returned to the club.
Spotted another decent one, chatted her up, got close.
At a groovy music beat, he suggested,
"Talk's nice, but I'm itchy. Wanna dance?"
"Ooh, shall we?"
On stage, he touched her exposed skin right away. She smirked mischievously at his bold move.
"Focusing on the dance, right? Hehe."
Unlike her playful words, she pressed close. He wrapped hands around her slim arms and waist, pushing his hips forward.
His half-hard dick pressed against her lower belly.
"Oh? Got a water bottle in your pocket?"
She pulled back slightly, glancing down at the heavy press.
"Ah!?!?"
Seeing the bulge through his clothes, she let out an unwitting moan.
After spotting his package, she just danced silently. But he could see it—her status message burned hot already.
'Pinpoint strike now.'
Love Weapon (Hands) - Level 2
"Ah......!"
Her blush deepened. His hand trailed from arm to waist to finally her hot pants-covered ass.
No thong fabric—just soft ass flesh.
"Haaah.... ahng... ahng..."
Her hot moans fired him up too.
"Haa. Wanna head out?"
She panted, aroused,
"Yeah? But what about my friends..."
"Say you're nauseous from smoke, stepping out for air."
"Got it."
This one had big tits, so he enjoyed longer before leaving the motel. Back to prowling for the next target.
A month passed.
25 women scored. 74 to go for quest clear.
He gripped her with both arms, hips tight, lifting her body. She slid up smoothly.
"Kyaa, oppa! What're you doing?"
Lifted, she squealed, wrapping legs around his waist where feet dangled empty.
He adjusted so his dick met her pussy through clothes, grinding circles.
"Ah. Oppa."
Overly blatant even for a club. But drowned in Contact Care's pleasure, she didn't resist.
Straight to motel, pumped full of cum.
Covered the passed-out pleasure victim with blanket, back to club.
His appearance now 73. Invested some piled GP for tweaks. With Beauty Skin, a whopping 78.
Dressed to kill, entering drew stares from countless women. He felt the following gazes on his skin.
Exhibitionism growls pleasurably. GP Bonus +10!
What was that? Clearing tutorial quests gave bonuses too.
Anyway.
'Getting attention like this is so damn fun.'
Not just looks. Conversation skills soared too.
First time, he'd fumble words and let approaching women slip. Now, smooth talk flowed.
A woman approached; he tossed a light joke from her status message. She burst laughing.
The more women, the sharper his wit. Endless chats honed improv and sense inevitably.
For example, now he instantly knew what to say or do to thirsty, danced-out women.
And how to leverage status messages for affection.
"Wanna slip out and drink more? Craving booze today."
Stiff-faced, bad-mood girl. Actually, bad day, craving drinks.
"Oh, I never leave clubs for drinks... but yeah, I'm thirsty for booze today too!"
Status-guided words hit different, even same line.
Thus, daily: approached or approachable women, one to motel.