Club, Drugs, Kidnapping
Now only one day remained in the time limit. Five one-night stands left.
Time was running short, so he'd taken the day off in advance. With barely any schedule to speak of, it hadn't been an issue. The final five—he planned to hunt them down on the streets starting from the afternoon. He'd clear this quest no matter what it took.
...Can I really do it?
He steeled himself. The man he was now could do it.
And a day passed.
"Hngh... Hnngoooooh♡!!!"
The woman lay on her back in missionary, legs splayed wide with her feet positioned by her head, moaning as if she might pass out any second. He pounded down into her from above. The official name was the mating press—a position commonly called the breeding press in 19-ban manga.
"Ngh, I'm cumming!"
"C-cum, cuuuuumiiiinggggooooh♡♡♡"
He pulled out and shot his load across her stomach. His sixth ejaculation of the day.
As soon as he finished, he rolled off onto the bed.
"Ah... This is my limit..."
QuestOne-Night Stand Stamp Rallyhas been completed.
Even as his waist trembled from the excessive sex, he grinned. One-night stands: 100. He'd done it.
Ridiculously, he'd cleared the quest with street hunting alone, without even stepping foot in a club.
He shoved the passed-out woman to one corner and took a rest. Once his stamina recovered somewhat, he left the motel. His destination: the club.
It had once been a noisy, unfamiliar place, but after visiting every day for 100 days, he'd come to enjoy the vibe itself. Still, ridiculously, he'd never actually enjoyed the club—not once—because he was always hunting.
Someone might say hunting was enjoying the club to the fullest, but whatever.
On this final day, he wanted to relax: dance a bit, soak in the atmosphere, have some drinks.
I probably won't feel like coming back for a few years, so just today.
From 100 days of experience, not only had he learned how to dress up, but he'd changed as a person. People often said top actors had a different aura. Human charm included vague, abstract elements beyond looks and personality.
100 days ago, his enhanced looks lacked that aura. But now, he could feel it. He was different.
How he presented himself, how he treated people, the ease in relationships—all coalescing into that vague, abstract vibe radiating from him.
Thanks to it, women were flocking to him without any effort on his part.
A person noticed just for existing. One of his biggest childhood desires.
Exhibitionismis smiling pleasantly.
Come to think of it, I'm 24 now.
He'd been so busy with quests for 100 days that he'd barely registered the new year. 23-year-old him and 24-year-old him felt worlds apart. Satisfaction and accomplishment welled up.
He'd taken a step closer to the ideal self he'd dreamed of since childhood. He felt really, really good. Happiness filled the air around him.
His current mood was so high that GP ticked up even without doing anything. Just living brought joy. This must be self-love.
With that, he gently turned down women drawn to his looks and enjoyed the club's vibe.
That's when he spotted a woman just entering the club. She'd come with a friend, clutching the other woman's hand nervously.
Her outfit didn't suit the club at all, and plump cheeks peeked from her long black hair. But he couldn't look away.
Shin Yeona?
No, not her. Unlike the plain girl she'd been, this one stood out even without knowing how to dress up.
Intrigued, he observed her more closely.
Definitely a newbie.
Unlike her friend, she screamed first-timer. Her outfit, for starters. Short and petite, she wore a fluffy, loose-knit baggy sweater that made her look adorable—but totally wrong for a club.
Young-looking face, no clue how to do makeup.
Then he realized something and chuckled. 100 days had ingrained the habit of analyzing women at a glance. Conclusion: a fresh 20-year-old with that raw, unpolished charm.
He wanted to read her profile, but she was too far for the text to show, so he edged closer.
Prefers big due to body type.
Sexual Experience: 0 times.
Exceptional art talent, but unaware.
Kind and obedient, but occasionally lost in weird fantasies.
14 layers?
Layers measured social standing—looks, background, abilities, status, potential, all combined. Lee Eunseo had to be a rich girl or a power player's daughter. No way a regular college student hit 14 layers.
He scanned her appearance again.
Pretty chubby. But 71 points anyway.
Not the kind of beauty or aura that naturally awed. But he could tell. She was a flower bud not yet bloomed.
Her plump cheeks, the babyish features everywhere—it screamed unopened potential.
The more he looked, the more she reminded him of his first experience, Shin Yeona. Same club first meeting. Clueless about dressing up. True beauty hidden under fat and cheeks.
Curiosity stirred. What would her score be once she bloomed?
Pulled by her friend to the stage, Lee Eunseo hesitated visibly. He didn't approach. He gently rebuffed another woman hitting on him and took a sip.
His eyes drifted back to her.
Just 71 points, but she keeps nagging at me.
None of his current GP-farming partners—still buzzing his Kakao—scored below her. Why this one?
Then it hit him. He was projecting Shin Yeona onto her.
Back when he'd nearly despaired despite the Desire Fulfillment App, his savior—his first. Gratitude and fondness for Yeona were overlaying onto this similar girl.
Raw and inexperienced, she still stood out. Guys around were playing the eye-contact game.
...Just talk to her. Gotta clear the 10-layer woman quest anyway.
He didn't want to regret hesitating. Self-justification locked in, and his mind raced.
She was stiff with nerves. Better to prepare an icebreaker than approach cold.
Beer? Nah. Non-alcoholic cocktail. Alcohol would freak her out right now.
He ordered from the bartender. Busy crowd—10 minutes wait.
"Hm? Where'd she go?"
In that short time, Eunseo had vanished, leaving only her friend. No sign anywhere. Her friend scanned around too.
Worried since she wanders off alone...
She hadn't gone home. He searched briefly—no luck.
Place too big?
He checked her profile on his smartphone.
Current Location: Near VV Motel, Sinsa-dong, Gangnam-gu, Seoul
"What the?"
Suddenly at a motel. Her position kept updating—finally settling at VV Motel Room 407.
A total newbie, awkward even from afar. No way she'd hooked up and gone to a motel that fast. Suspicion thickened.
He checked her status message.
....
[....]
Blank. Meant unconscious.
A girl with 0% chance of quick hookup, now at a motel, unconscious. One conclusion.
"No way... Kidnapping?"