Happy Birthday
Half an hour more passed, and finally, the promised hour was up.
Oshia lay collapsed on the floor, utterly drained. Her entire body convulsing as she squirted love juices everywhere—the sight was enough to make one worry about dehydration.
"Hmm. Can't have the heroine dying before the movie starts, right?"
An Juri pulled a syringe from her bag on a nearby chair.
The syringe was plastered with colorful stickers, the most eye-catching one a red sticker reading [Caution].
It looked dangerous no matter how you sliced it. An Juri, holding the syringe with its thick needle, let out a deep sigh as she approached Oshia. She looked down at her with eyes laced with faint contempt.
"If you weren't the lead, I'd just leave you here."
Pfshk.
The thick needle pierced a vein in her neck.
"...What kind of drug is that?"
"Hmm. It's a mild stimulant-based cocktail. One ml could keep an elephant awake with its eyes wide open for a week—then we added futanari semen and a hefty dose of narcotics and narcotic components."
"Is that... safe...?"
"Well, it passed stability tests. One shot's fine. Anything more... you get the idea, right?"
Flashing a sly smile, she tossed the now-empty syringe carelessly into a nearby trash can and said,
"This stuff's expensive, y'know. Had the cosmetics department whip it up special... hngh. Got it from that creepy masturbation addict."
"...Sorry."
"Huh? Nah, no need for you to apologize. It's this onahole's fault for being so weak."
"Still..."
An Juri pressed a finger into Oshia's collapsed chest and said,
"It's fine, though. Just fuck her a few more times. That pig bitch reeks, so it's kinda off-putting... but for the price of this drug, it's a steal. ...Man, these tits are insanely soft. Like slime."
The last part was muttered too quietly to catch clearly, but judging from An Juri's attitude, Yoon Seoha felt a bit relieved. If it was just compensation for a few onahole uses, it wasn't that pricey.
That said, she reeks? Did Section Chief An Juri have a sensitive nose?
As Yoon Seoha pondered that, the drug must have started kicking in—Oshia's body began to twitch.
"Oh, oooogughhh♥♥♥"
Her body convulsed violently, thrashing about. She clawed at her own face with both arms, tore at her hair, her legs twisting and untwisting repeatedly, her hips bucking up and down, side to side, spraying love juices everywhere.
The scratches on her face healed almost instantly, and the cracking sounds from her joints gradually faded.
"G-gaaaoooghh♥ Kkh, hiiieeeeooooghh♥♥"
Instead, the vulgar moans continued unabated.
"Is... she okay?"
"Yeah. She'll be back to normal in about ten minutes."
"...Ten minutes."
"Cheap price for almost turning into a vegetable, right?"
"Yeah. Totally."
It was definitely a bargain compared to ending up a wreck. No— if the tradeoff was feeling good enough to die, "bargain" didn't even cover it.
From the onaholes' perspective, they'd pay billions to experience it.
"She's lucky."
"Yeah, real lucky."
The two sat side by side on a park bench, gazing down at Oshia as she intimately stacked orgasm after orgasm.
Seven minutes left.
"Wh-what was her boyfriend's name again?"
"Hm? Oh... Baek, Seojun...? Or something."
"Hng. Anyway, what do you think he'd say if he saw her like this."
"...He'd probably love it? Didn't you say he watches NTR manga?"
Yoon Seoha gave an awkward laugh at An Juri's words.
He probably preferred netori over netorare, but there was no need to correct her.
Manga and reality were worlds apart, after all.
Liking netorare manga didn't mean one's real tastes ran that way—almost never, in fact.
"How about we film a special on it sometime?"
"...Good idea. Actually, we already have."
"Oh. Really?"
"Yup. We've done every idea out there. Content drought? Please."
An Juri gave a sad smile.
"We just swap out the actors and make do... but I'm starting to get bored."
"...People are saying that? I figured everyone loved it."
"Huh? Oh, the onahole clients love it. Those pleasure junkies... The problem's me getting bored. I crave new material, fresh reactions..."
Yoon Seoha turned to her and asked,
"What've you filmed?"
"Everything worth filming. Drugs, rape, orgies... magic mirrors, wall holes, the works."
"Hmm. What about romance?"
"Romance?"
"Yeah."
An Juri wrinkled her nose, staring at Yoon Seoha.
Romance in sex videos? It didn't fit with the raw pleasure-chasing vibe.
But on the flip side, it was perfect for dopamine detox.
And above all...
"...Not a bad idea."
An Juri muttered softly, staring intently at Yoon Seoha.
Too quiet for Yoon Seoha to make out—just the sound of words. When Yoon Seoha tilted her head and asked what she'd said, An Juri just smiled slyly.
"Just about time. Gotta get ready."
"...Ah. Right."
The video department staff helped up Oshia, whose convulsions had stopped and who was now sluggishly trying to rise. They brushed the dirt off her body and straightened her clothes.
They couldn't hide the love juice stains or her erect nipples from arousal, but that would probably play as a plus.
Clutching a small gift box containing her pregnancy test, Oshia steadied her trembling heart and waited sweetly for her boyfriend, just like on some past date.
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How much time passed? A man approached from afar.
Dressed in somewhat fancy clothes, like he had a date. Smiling awkwardly, he walked slowly toward Oshia.
"He looks fine enough."
"Shh. We watch now."
The two sat on a nearby bench, hats pulled low, pretending to be random civilians.
"Not hiding in the bushes or anything."
"That'd just make us more suspicious."
"Hng."
As An Juri explained, Yoon Seoha glanced at Oshia.
"...Oshia."
"You're here?"
"Yeah. What's... this about? A sudden date?"
"It's your birthday today."
Seojun couldn't meet Oshia's eyes directly. Glancing at the ground or away, his voice trembled slightly. Oshia looked at him with disappointed eyes.
Maybe his inability to look her in the eye was his last stroke of luck.
"Why?"
"No, just... your outfit today is kinda..."
"Slutty?"
"N-no! Absolutely not...! I just thought... something might be up..."
His furtive gaze lingered on her chest.
A lustful stare, like she was in heat. But for some reason, disgust hit Oshia first, before any joy. Even though he was the one she loved—or used to love.
"Hey... I saw it."
As Seojun unwrapped the gift, Oshia spoke up.
"Netorare? Or whatever. Your computer's full of it."
"...Huh?"
"Jerking off to the thought of me getting stolen away?"
"Pervert."
"..."
"Happy birthday."
Seojun blanked out for a moment.
His brain froze; surrounding sounds faded. His mind couldn't process the info flooding in through his eyes.
More like, it refused to.
...A joke?
Was today April Fool's? No, it had passed. It was the last day of early summer, just before June began.
Just a prank, then? He'd heard of people buying used pregnancy tests with two lines from secondhand markets.
Oshia doing that?
Would Oshia pull a stunt like that? For what reason?
Maybe a false positive? No.
No way. His instincts screamed it wasn't a simple error, reason unknown.
"I... um..."
He had to speak.
Deny it. Say it was a misunderstanding. Shout that he didn't like that crap.
...His mouth wouldn't open. No voice came. Breathing hurt; his vision spun.
"Ah, hngh... ha, haaak! Kh, haa, aaah—!"
His breaths came ragged. Lungs burned like they were tearing. Inhaling, exhaling—pure agony.
Vision swirled; the world distorted.
He heard mocking laughter.
"...Ah♥"
"Ah, Oshiaaa—"
"Seojun. Say hi...♥"
When he looked up through the pain, a woman stood beside Oshia.
A bit taller than him. Even in high heels, she towered a head above Oshia.
Beautiful. And dangerous.
"This is our daddy♥"
"D-dad...?"
"Yeah. Of course, we'll raise this baby with you... but that's as a 'guardian,' not daddy?"
Wet kissing sounds filled the air.
He squeezed his eyes shut.
"No. Open them."
"...Ahh."
"Watch properly. Got it?"
Oshia's voice.
Somehow, he was on his knees.
He felt eyes looking down.
Her gaze was pure show-off arrogance.