Chapter 30: How to Hunt in the Club

As the number of women I'd slept with grew exponentially, one realization hit me hard.

The old me had made a mistake. I'd made my dick too big.

More often than not, when I dropped my pants, women who liked me were outnumbered by those who recoiled in terror at the thought of it ripping them apart. Not just scared—straight-up horrified. There were times we'd built up enough rapport through conversation, headed to a motel, only for her to bolt out the door, making all that effort pointless.

'Not that I'm thinking of shrinking it.'

It was excessively large, sure, but sex wasn't impossible. The tighter grip made the pleasure I got even more intense. Which meant more GP earned.

'Plus, forcing my way into a hole too small for it and stretching her out against her will? Way too fucking fun.'

A privilege unique to my massive ultra-sized cock, something no average guy could experience. No way was I giving that up.

Anyway, I already had a solution for women who refused.

"Hngh? Hnngaaah! Oppa, too thiiiick!!♡♡♡"

A quick pinch of her nipple with my left hand and a rub of her clit with my right, and she squirted like a fountain. That was already the third time I'd made her cum just from foreplay. Her eyes were half-lidded in a daze.

'Scared of the size? Make her too blissed out to even think about measuring it.'

If she passed out, I'd leave her at the motel and hunt for fresh prey. Hitting the clubs every day meant running into repeats—they'd cling to me or silently shoot me dirty looks for being a player. Either way, I ignored them.

Honestly, any normal person would feel guilty. But I closed my eyes and looked inward.

All I saw was the roaring blaze of desire, burning fiercer than ever. No room for other emotions.

I reaffirmed it once more.

'The top priority is fulfilling desire. Let conscience fuel the flames. Let morality be the firewood.'

I kept devouring new women, clearing quests nonstop.

Years of pent-up lust was exploding like a dam breaking.

This quest alone burned two weeks. To clear the One-Night Stamp quest too, I'd need to bag at least two women a day for the remaining ten days.

But during it, I hooked a 79-pointer that triggered my lust, unlocking a new app update. Worth the grind.

Kept clearing quests.

Hunted new women relentlessly. They say a man's most alluring sex partner is a first-timer. True enough.

Every day brought fresh conquests and triumphs, GP piling up fast. Once I had a decent stock, I'd tweak my ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠body with reality correction bit by bit.

Muscle mass increased steadily, shifting my model-like build toward a hulking gym beast. I grinned in satisfaction—then frowned at a sudden thought.

'Ah, shit. Gonna need new clothes again.'

Two months of punching the clock at Club Hexagon every night. I was starting to feel the burnout creeping in.

Even with stamina boosted post-looks correction, my body was hitting its limit.

'Quests might suffer soon.'

Mirror check: face looked pale and drawn.

'Need health or stamina skills. Shim Uran's desire was for a balanced, healthy life.'

The Inbody Care app added through her. The name screamed health management.

'Holy shit, 500? Back in tutorial days, it was like 200 max.'

But health and stamina boosts were essential. Gritting my teeth, I upgraded.

'...Kinda underwhelming.'

It delivered, but the effects were too vague. I needed something more sex-focused.

So I used App Enchant on Love Weapon, sourcing from Inbody Care.

"Ooooh, perfect."

Now, the more I fucked, the stronger my stamina got.

Another night deepened, and I headed out to hunt. No motel tonight—quest clear on my mind.

I turned to the woman beside me, arm around my shoulder, slurping her cocktail.

"Ah, I'm a bit buzzed... Jiyeon. Wanna hit the bathroom? Drank too much."

"Yeah? Let's go, oppa."

Obviously not just to piss.

At the men's room door, timing it empty, I yanked her inside. She panicked at first but melted into my kiss without hesitation.

*Smack... smack... slurp... mmm... slurrrp...*

I pinned the sleek beauty against the bathroom wall and kissed deeper. Tongues tangled, lips ground together.

Activated my new trick.

"Ngh...? Hnnngggghhh...♡"

Kisses usually just build mood and mental arousal—no direct pleasure. But Love Weapon changed that.

Drunk on the raw sensation from my tongue and lips, she sucked mine eagerly.

I let her go awhile, then pushed her head back.

"Mmm... phew. You're cute."

"Haa... haa... What the hell...? More kisses...♡"

Ignoring her plea, I hiked up her top and bra, grabbing both tits with my hands.

"Hnnngh..?! Ah...! Hngk! Hnnnghk!!! T-Tits...!!! Haa, h-hngh, hnnngoooh!♡"

Hands roamed wild—back, shoulders, waist, arms—every inch of bare skin teased.

Once her whole body was aflame, she ground her crotch against my dick.

"Wanna fuck you?"

"Yessss...♡"

Flushed and eager, she flipped up her skirt, shoving her sexy T-back aside.

*Squish!*

"Hnnnnghh...!!"

My cock sliced into her pussy, her body shuddering hard.

No holding back—I fired up Love Weapon (Penis) and pistoned away.

*Squelch squelch squelch squelch squelch squelch squelch!!!!!*

"C-Cumming! Cuuuuming! Hngk! Haa, haa, haaahk♡♡!!!"

Under a minute, she climaxed.

Legs buckled from pleasure, I sent her off and checked GP.

'Only +2.'

At some point, GP gains started slowing. Days packed with ecstasy, but efficiency tanked.

'Why the slowdown?'

Thinking it over, I got it. Satisfaction was dropping.

For me, desire fulfillment and GP absorption scaled together—mental thrill mattered.

'Getting bored.'

That was it.

'Hooking new girls for one-nights? Fun once or twice.'

Blasting through multiples dulled the thrill. Clubs were losing their shine. More precisely, easy lays were.

Over 90 conquests, top 10 by ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠looks—I'd swapped numbers with. They were still Kakao-ing me for hugs and dickings.

In this setup, mechanically banging subpar girls for quests wasn't fun.

'Never thought I'd be spoiled like this.'

Old me would've bowed in thanks to any slut or hag.

'Thought I liked open-minded girls.'

Nope. Turns out, I didn't.

'Maybe average me didn't like sluts—he just thought they were his only shot.'

Now I knew. I craved breaching iron fortresses, forcing my way in.

'Gets why hardcore gamers love hell modes.'

Like visual novels: conquering tough main heroines beats easy extras.

Anyway. Day 99 of the One-Night Stamp quest. One day left. Five bangs to go.