25. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Will You Keep Going?

I've explained before that you get a passive when a 4-star's Alteration Rate hits 100%.

But even though the Alteration Rate reached 100%, I didn't explain it separately for a reason.

Now I'm gonna explain that reason.

Tok degurur-

<4,5>

Not a bad number.

No matter how many times I emphasize it, this is clearly a god-tier game!

The flipped passive cards land like trap cards according to the dice roll.

Pararak-!

I flipped all three cards.

No matter what numbers come up, I can only flip three cards anyway, and I just have to pick one of them.

<#Charm Emission>, <#Healthy Body>, <#Airheadedness>

"Fuuuuck! You goddamn trash game!"

I rubbed my dry face with my palm and stared at the screen.

Passives range from 0 to 6-tier.

"Haa."

Those three are blatantly 6-tier.

<#Charm Emission>

At first glance, it looks good.

You know how some people just have that vibe? They don't even do anything, but they seem attractive.

Yeah. That's it.

So, isn't that good?

Hashtag—what is it? A game, right? A 19+ game at that? Something you jerk off to?

If the face is pretty and the tits and ass are big, that's fine, but what the hell am I supposed to do with Charm Emission that the player can't even feel?

You get extra reactions like that. Overwhelming charm that draws eyes every time you appear!

Extras looking at the player with envious eyes!

<#Healthy Body>

No more minor illnesses. Stamina increases, flab disappears, and you get a genuinely toned body.

Yeah. You can do the exact same thing with <#Customization>.

You can turn your skin fluorescent and attach molars to your forehead.

Hell, you can even grow a tail from your tailbone on your ass!

Obviously, it can heal illnesses and even broken bones. Even better than before.

On the flip side, you can implant diseases too.

● - Infectious Disease Development Certification

─ Implanted an infectious disease in my heroine and wiped out 98% of humanity, mad ting?

└ Crazy bastard lololol running his own infectious disease company

└ Time for survival games now lololol

└ Look at that character lolol made Pepe

There are some vicious fuckers like that. Of course, it's blocked for normies.

The reason? Disgusting images. Apparently, making a human swell up green like a frog is the problem.

Making humanity go extinct with a plague is less sinful than turning them into fluorescent noobs.

<#Airheadedness>

Nothing to see here. It's Airheadedness, literally.

The character forgets shit like crazy. Even if you make plans, they forget and don't show up.

It's a trap passive that hinders gameplay. Too dirty—don't even look at it.

So, I have to pick one of the three.

Realistically, there's only one choice.

Healthy Body can be replicated exactly in the system, and Airheadedness is censored, so it's invisible.

That leaves Charm Emission.

<#Charm Emission>

Last time at the motel, before getting slapped, I'd already gotten the passive.

If it applied to the player too, I would've felt affection for Suyeon and wouldn't have thrown that slap.

Looks like it doesn't apply to the player.

Oh. Obviously, I have very strong affection for Suyeon.

I've liked her since the first time I saw her. That's not why I randomly turned her into a heroine with the CC.

Something like #Excellent Dexterity applies physically to Ina's body itself, so it naturally affects hand movements when giving a handjob.

I burst out laughing without realizing it at the message from Ina a few days ago.

"Puhahat! That's the stuff."

Mother and daughter watching sex videos of themselves with me and studying.

Focusing on studying what I like, how to do it.

Reasons differ, but the result is a multi-level evil structure where I profit every time.

Making both feel #Pride with one message. Peak efficiency.

Start of Semester isn't far off.

So today, I make Suyeon 5-star. That's the only way to hit 100% Alteration Rate on time.

Todok. Tododok-.

<#Story>

Every #Hashtag has one thing in common.

There's nothing about what I will do.

The moment I write what I'm gonna do, I act exactly like that without realizing or being aware.

Meaning I go through the same shit as the heroines.

That's why the #Hashtag guidebook only lists the heroine character's emotions and actions.

When writing about the playable character, you do it like "when you want to, when you're satisfied" to make them aware they're the owner of the #Hashtag, so they don't get eaten by it.

<Ha Suyeon ★★★★★>

<#Worry> - <#Pastime> - <#Pride> - <Study Material> - <Confession Material>

Now if I raise the Alteration Rate to 100%, the passive will upgrade too.

"Whew. 5-star."

Mini-games are already scary.

I can clear them with #Lee Ina who has #Excellent Dexterity, but getting 1st is tough.

Racing is easy for 1st, but the rest aren't a cakewalk.

<#Tetris>

<Get ready!>

<10~!>

...

...

...

<1~!>

<Start~!>

My game window pops up biggest in the center, with five small AI player windows on either side.

Hwik-!

Tak-!

Hwik-!

Tak-!

Everyone stacks quickly.

Ina is still naked, face focused on the game.

Every time the AIs build something I can destroy, it flies to me and stacks.

<4th place!>

Got 1% Alteration Rate.

"Aah, yeah. It's Tetris."

<#One Card>

<Get ready!>

<10~!>

...

...

...

<1~!>

<Start~!>

Crazy AI yells <#Hand Skill> activation right at the start and steals a card from my hand.

Ina yells <#Excellent Dexterity> too and grabs the cards I need from the AIs.

Hey, I trusted you! Damn it!

<3rd place>

Alteration Rate up 2%.

<1,1>

<1,2>

At least Fatigue didn't drop much. House tech at 4 means recovery speed is meaningfully increased.

<4th place!>

<2nd place!>

This shit's fucking hard for real!

<1st place!>

If I hadn't nailed 1st every #Racing, it would've taken a week.

§

<Ha Suyeon>

Clunk-clunk-

The rattling subway was packed with commuters, pressing tight against Inmok beside her.

"......Will you keep doing it?"

At Suyeon's words, Inmok looked at her with eyes of pure innocence, tilting his head in genuine confusion.

"Yeah, why?"

"......Isn't it uncomfortable?"

"Nope."

After his short reply, Inmok turned to a mid-30s suited salaryman next to them staring at his phone.

"My wife's pregnant, you know. So I'm doing skinship with my mother-in-law—is that weird?"

"I-Inmok...!"

Suyeon hurriedly reached out to restrain Inmok.

"Hm? Yeah? Isn't that... just normal?"

The salaryman, pulling out one earbud, looked back like he had no idea what the question even meant.

Like it isn't normal? Suyeon's face flushed red at his expression.

Instead, he widened his eyes at her face.

<#Charm Emission>

It strengthened upon hitting 5-star, but Suyeon had no time to notice that gaze.

Anyway, Inmok's hand slipped under her coat, into her knit and H-line long skirt, past her innerwear, caressing her bare skin.

That hand climbed higher, lifting her bra and toying with her nipple like a plaything.

Generally, skinship is only allowed with the man who got your daughter pregnant, sure.

She still whispered love to her husband regularly, but she couldn't anymore.

Because Ina was pregnant. Skinship is generally only allowed with the man who got her pregnant.

Suyeon had thought way too simply about what skinship meant.

Holding hands or light touches while talking and smiling.

Then at the platform waiting for the subway, he grabs her ass hard.

Countless people saw it, but no one was surprised or weirded out.

Suyeon was the same.

It was so general that everyone took it for granted.

But thinking of her husband handling it alone from now on made her feel so sorry.

"Hngut."

Inmok's touch snapped her out of those thoughts.

He twisted her nipple while his other hand hiked up the H-line long skirt over her waist, slipping inside to stroke her pussy over her panties.

Thinking about it, Inmok was right. She'd had the wrong idea of common sense.

Suyeon quickly accepted his words.

This kind of skinship is so general that no one bats an eye even in public places like streets or subways.

"Hng."

But she couldn't make loud noises in public, so she held back her moans as much as possible.

Jjeok-

His fingers rubbed her pussy over her panties obsessively until he suddenly shoved them aside, touching her clit.

"Hup."

Tut- tsut-

He tapped her pussy with his fingertip to coat it in juices, then rubbed her clit.

Inmok's face was utterly serene.

Getting flustered over something general would be the weird thing.

"Hang on, just one text, Inmok."

"Sure."

Like a high confession, she typed out an explanation to her husband of what was happening right now.

He'd probably take it as normal too.

Wung-

Her husband replied with cute emoticons.

The guilt vanished, and she comfortably surrendered to Inmok's touch.

"Plus, you can't do this to Ina, right? Feels satisfying."

"Pft, really?"

Her mind at ease, laughter came easily.

Above all, she didn't feel any bad vibes toward Inmok.

Probably from getting close over the past month.

"Feels just like playing with jelly. Nice."

"H- hngut. Really?"

Above all—.

Sense of Fulfillment.

Every time her close Inmok whispered in satisfaction, an overwhelming #Pride welled up.

When was the last time she felt this?

When Hana got 1st place? When Ina was happy getting her guitar?

One thing was sure: this was fuller than any thrill she'd ever felt in her life.

Jjeok- jjeok-

Now with nothing hidden, Inmok's fingers delved into even more intimate spots.

A married woman's senses were already developed; even light stimulation made her pussy sopping wet.

Naturally, gripping the pole, she stuck her ass out backward.

Jjeok- jjeok-

In the quiet morning subway, lewd squelching sounds echoed.

Quiet but persistent, obsessive, relentless.

He twisted her nipple as his fingers plunged into her pussy.

The zipper on the side of her long skirt was already open, letting his hand move freely and even more stimulatingly.

"Thanks to you, I'm super hard."

She glanced at Inmok—utterly satisfied face.

Umchil-!

"I-Inmok, shouldn't we stop now hng! Al...?"

But Inmok didn't stop.

He pushed his fingers deeper into her pussy, curling them.

Then he precisely pressed the upper wall of her vagina.

His hook-curled fingers pressed that spot and moved fast.

"Ah."

His whisper in her ear was similar praises.

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Vulgar words, but his confident, satisfied voice didn't stop, like his fingers.

And Suyeon knew this outcome better than anyone.

Tears welled in her eyes like she might cry any second as she whispered pleadingly to Inmok.

"Hng...? Inmok, if you do this......"

"Your face is so pretty."

Inmok beamed, making another satisfied expression.

Umchil-!

"Huuuung-!"

Gripping the pole tight with both hands, ass thrust out, head bowed low.

She tried enduring with superhuman patience, but her squirting juices leaked out.

Jjoreok- jjoreorok-

Vision went white.

Then #Pride-filled pleasure wrapped her whole body.

Swik

Inmok subtly shielded her from behind.

Bureur-!

Suyeon trembled nonstop gripping the pole. A bit more and it wouldn't have leaked—it would've gushed.

Like last time.

"Haaa...."

She finally sighed in relief, straightening up.

Not just her panties—her stockings under the long skirt were soaked down to her thighs.

Kkokip-!

"Hup!"

A hand over her shoulder slipped ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠into her collar, lifting her knit to pinch her nipple.

It was too general to even get mad.

"Teach Ina this later too. I like doing it like this."

"Hng."

Even then, she memorized things to teach Ina as her #Pastime.

Studying about Inmok, then teaching Ina those study materials.

That's why she met Inmok separately and got close.

The 1-star to 5-star hashtags harmonized, turning Suyeon into a completely different person.

§

Suyeon's eyes kept shaking nonstop.

When walking, he draped his arm over her shoulder, slipping his hand into her collar to tease the gripped nipple.

Her bra had already lost purpose, sloppily draped inside her knit.

In between, she confessed to her husband, leaning on me with a comfortable mind.

Her face wasn't comfortable—it was melting.

"Isn't this cute?"

At Insadong Samjigil shops, eyeing cute accessories and items, he steadily slipped his hand under her skirt to tickle her pussy.

Lewd whispers in her ear.

Skinship is general, but sex talk isn't, so he had to whisper.

That's why he did it on the subway too.

Jjeok-jjeok-

When she stopped to look, he fingered her pussy while whispering fast praises of satisfaction in her ear.

"Hang... on...."

When his fingers inside her pussy squeezed, it stopped dead!

"Haa, haa."

"Shall we go that way?"

Walking again? Hand in a married woman's warm chest instead of a hot pack.

Bonus: nipples fun to play with.

Repeating this, not even an hour in, she looked at me with a face about to burst into tears.

"Inmok. Wanna sit for a bit?"

"Sure?"

No matter where I touched Suyeon—no, to everyone—it was taken as common sense.

So sitting on a street bench, openly lifting her skirt and shoving into her panties? Passersby didn't give a shit.

Jjeok-

"Huuung."

Same whispers as I seriously pistoned fingers in her pussy—Suyeon's arms wrapped around my neck.

Ttok!

But again, stopped right before she came.

Suyeon, who'd endured so far, glared at me with dissatisfaction, eyes narrowed like she was pissed.

But with her mouth half-open like ~, drool about to drip, melted face glaring? Not scary—fucking hot.

"Suyeonie, why~."

"......"

I thought we'd gotten close, but Suyeon glares. Hurts my heart after all I've done.

Not even fixing her disheveled clothes.

"Suyeon. Look. My fingers are pruney. Your pussy's got so much juice. Fucking hot, right?"

"Ah."

Her complaint about me not finishing her off turned to #Pride, a faint smile forming.

I scratched the back of my head, like oh well.

"Wanna hit the motel then? I could let you cum there."

"Huuung-. Shall we?"

"I planned the date course nice, kinda sucks to miss it."

"We can... do that after......"

Looking at the melted married woman's face, looks like my carefully prepped date course ends here.

Not that it existed anyway.