25. Satisfying the Queen's Desires♡
Satisfy the Frustrated Queen♥
🎁 Reward:1 million won
⚙️ Note: This mission will not update any hacking skills except Female Corruption.
In the crowded subway car, I sneak a sleazy grin. Things have been going way too smoothly lately.
The recent message from the Hacking Tool means just that—beyond the mission itself, it signals the target has some interest in me. Mi-na was like that, and so was Yeon-su.
All the way here, Seon-hwa had parroted that one thing like a broken record, but I couldn't pin it down. Then it hit me—wait, no way? Really?
I'd spun out a long chain of reasoning without certainty, but now the Hacking Tool confirms it. 'How desperate must she be to call that prideful blockhead nonstop?'
I chuckle to myself, wondering what face she'll make when we meet, praying I get to the spot faster.
The guy sitting in front eyes me suspiciously, clutching his backpack, so I awkwardly hide my smirk.
The same café as before. Same time, 10 a.m., but since it's a holiday, not a weekday, it's packed. No seats on the first floor, so I head upstairs—and there's a masterpiece waiting.
Makeup even heavier than on her streams. Under that platinum blonde hair, the golden dress screams extravagance. Especially the way it slants inward up her thighs—gorgeous.
Her elegant hand sipping coffee sports milky-white nails with a pretty pin. Even her feet, which draw the least attention, are perfect in open-heeled sandals showing off her ankles and red-painted toenails.
The whole café section where Lee Seon-hwa sits might as well be a model shoot. No detail from head to toe overlooked. It's flashy enough to catch every eye like a swan's wingbeat, yet not overdone—amazing how she pulls it off so cleanly.
The guys around sneak glances, but her prickly aura forces their eyes down.
"Ah...!"
She spots me coming up the stairs, her lips parting before she pretends to look away, fiddling with her hair and staring at the wall. That suspicious fidgeting only boosts my confidence.
I saunter over and plop into the seat across from her.
"Hey, been good?"
"Hey! You're late again."
"Check the time. It's not even 10 yet—properly. Didn't you just get here early?"
"...Hmph, don't keep me waiting next time."
She glances at her phone, then sips her coffee all prickly. I'd clocked the first-floor digital clock at 9:54 when I came in—so she got here early. Expecting something.
"What's up? Thought that last meet was the end."
"Uh, well..."
"First off, what's 'that thing'? Looked super important."
I play dumb even though I know it's bullshit. Curious what the queen'll do.
Seon-hwa hems and haws unlike herself, then reluctantly spills.
"Y'know, that video from before. It keeps bugging me—did you really delete it?"
Stale old bait from ages ago. Couldn't think of a better excuse, so she dug this up.
"Told you I deleted it. Right in front of you."
"You sure it's really gone? No copies or saved pics?"
"Hey, hey, you don't trust me? I threatened you, sure, but I aim for clean relationships, no loose ends. Didn't even mention it last time you came."
"..."
"You drag me out for this? Can't trust me? Kinda disappointing."
Her ploy's as obvious as a moth to flame—hilarious. But she twists it once more.
"...Sorry."
A straight-up apology.
"Huh? ...Sorry?"
"Yeah, sorry. For doubting you. It was nagging at me. B-But as thanks, I'll grant you one wish. That square?"
She rattles it off like rehearsed. The apologizer looks a bit embarrassed but smirks like she nailed it.
'...A wish?'
Brain freeze for a sec. Then it clicks two beats late. Clever trick.
She's sharp, like I thought. She floated the setup, then slid in the curveball.
Translation: She's giving something, but not too much. Even bending her head in apology for this lame excuse, she won't say it outright. Won't admit she wants to sleep with me. The stubborn queen's vow: never fully submit to a man.
And she dolled up to steer the wish that way.
'Playing it like that, huh?'
Now I'm fired up.
"You'll grant a wish?"
"Yeah. Whatever you want from me, just say it."
"Cool. Then... let's go see a movie."
"Huh? A movie?"
"Yeah, movie. Lots out right now. Your treat."
Her face goes blank like she got slapped. Then dawns realization: something's off.
"Wait, a movie...? Th-That's all you want?"
"Plenty. Haven't hit theaters much lately."
"You could wish for something bigger..."
"Nah, I'm good. Happy with simple joys."
"No, I mean..."
"What? Got a wish you want me to make?"
I flash a grin, and she trails off.
"...No. If that's what you want..."
Frustrated, she stomps under the table. Grinds her teeth, grips her coffee handle—this ain't it. But the wish is set, dice rolled.
We leave the café for the theater. Grab two tickets for a blockbuster starting soon.
"Since it's a wish, popcorn and cola on the house too?"
"...Do whatever."
She snaps her head away, nerves on edge. If those were heels instead of sandals, she'd stomp 'em to bits.
—Whoa...
—A model?
—Wait, she looks familiar...
She glares daggers at the gawking guys—they all look away. It was admiring murmurs, but now everything bugs her. She's so pissed it's a waste of her outfit.
Announcement: movie starting. We grab snacks and head in. Back row seats.
Lights dim to black, faint glow as the film begins.
"..."
Even in the dark, Seon-hwa's profile screams irritation. She's not here to enjoy art.
Teased her too much—time to have some fun.
"Where's my cola..."
I mutter low, groping her—back of hand to wrist, shoulder, then knead her breast.
"...!"
She feels it but freezes instead of swatting. Doesn't shake off the rude hand creeping up her body. As she ponders how to react, I plant soft pleasure.
"Ah... ah...♥"
Female Corruption – Pleasure surges even during foreplay.
Skilled handling caresses her breasts and collarbone.
"Weird, maybe some popcorn."
Brazen mutter as my hand slides lower. Stroke her smooth thighs over the dress. Massage deep, inching inward slowly. No direct pussy touch—loosen her inner thighs, build a nice orgasm.
Minutes of this, and wetness seeps from her crotch. Slick vibe; I glance over—Seon-hwa's staring intently. Panting like she's sick, horny bitch lit by the screen. I ain't heartless.
Pitying her, I lean in and whisper.
"Wanna bail?"
"Yeah...♥"
Miss the opening, snacks untouched—we slip out the back.
"Haa... slurp... huff... smooch..."
She throws her arms around my shoulders, lips crashing. Theater's busy, but deep kiss in risky public spot. Tongues tangle rough, then pull back with a string of spit.
"...Kissing's improved."
"Practice makes perfect. But you look desperate—nearby motel?"
"H-Home. You treating me like some horny hooker?"
Not a hooker, but horny? Check.
Theater bathroom tempts, but she wants familiar turf. Follow her quick steps out, hail a cab fast.
Tell the driver the address; chatty cabbie chimes in, peeking in the mirror.
"Whoa~ Girlfriend? You're killing it, kid!"
"Aw, nah—not quite."
"C'mon, glued together like newlyweds. These days they call it 'sso-m' or whatever? News says herbivore men, but real guys grab chances—sink your teeth in and don't let go."
"You think? Haha."
"..."
Take his advice: hug Seon-hwa tight the whole ride. Grope her heated tits and thighs, preheat her more. She bites her lip to stifle moans.
Theater's close; home quick. Unlock the door, step inside.
She dumps her fancy bag on the floor.
"Hup! Haa... chup... slurp haa... more...!"
Fierce kiss redux. Couldn't hold back cab teasing—eels around me wild. Overwhelmed by lust, nails dig into my shoulders as she slams full force.
Switch fully flipped, bull-rushing Seon-hwa. I calm her leisurely—accept the tongue play, light back support in an embrace. Take the frantic bitch easy.
Kiss slows, we part; sanity returns—she wipes spit from her lips with her palm.
"Cute. Went nuts wanting sex but held back?"
"Sh-Shut up!"
"Coulda just said at the café. 'Fix my horny body.'"
"Don't be ridiculous!"
Face flushes beet red. Too much evidence of frustration—she gives up hiding.
"...You're one to talk. Dragged me to a movie you don't care about."
"Twas fun."
"...You bastard."
"How could I resist seeing you this cute."
Peck her cheek soothingly. High-and-mighty queen image crumpled, pained look. But she doesn't hate the kiss—lips twitch.
Adorable.
Throb! Precum swells my rising cock. Can't keep the chill act.
"Bedroom?"
"...♥"
Arm around her shoulders, she follows meekly. Might as well go all out—sweet arm-link into the bedroom.