Steel Armor: The Dual Personality (2)
"Quick on the bite, huh?"
I checked the text from Ice Queen—no, Han Ji-min—and grinned at the faster-than-expected response. Not bad. Hell, it was great. I might even conquer Ice Queen quicker than the week-long cutoff I'd set for myself.
"Haaah... Who's that text from?"
"Ow, horn! Nearly stabbed my nostril."
"Ah! Sorry!"
The succubus, who'd been rubbing her face against my chest, looked up at me. Her temple horn had nearly jammed into my nostril. If that big thing had gone in...
It would've ruined my mood big time.
"Daring to assassinate me? Unforgivable."
"..."
I said it with a playful grin, and the succubus naturally arched her back, thrusting her ass toward me. Semen I'd pumped into her pussy—stretched to my cock's size—dripped steadily. Her handprint-covered ass swayed, and her triangular-tipped tail teased me with a swish~ swish~.
They say animals show emotions with their tails. Did succubi work the same? Nah.
No way.
She was just wagging it because she felt good. Probably.
Squelch!
I shoved my cock in, and she let out a delighted moan.
"Hah! Here it comes again! This is it! This dick is the absolute best!"
"Hm? Storm of Time and Space is the best?"
"Hng~! What'd you say? Haaah~!"
"Nothing. But this is punishment—why're you enjoying it, you slutty succubus bitch?"
Smack! Smack! Smack!
I snatched her swishing tail and whipped her ass like a lash. Each strike made her moan sluttily, her pussy walls clenching.
Mark Two... no, gotta send Mark-o to Ji-min.
I'd have lunch with Ji-min using my clone Mark-o's body. And the main body? What else?
"Hng! Ahng! Hit! Haaah~!"
Fuck this slutty succubus body, obviously. Ice Queen hadn't taken my cock yet, so my lust was exploding. Until I vented it, my brain wouldn't control this body—my dick would.
"Cry, you sow bitch!"
"Hiiiiaaang~!"
*****
She showed up at the meeting spot soon after I arrived. White sneakers, loose sky-blue pants, beige loose-fit tee—she was bundled up head to toe, but couldn't hide her unique allure. Spotting me, she beamed and approached.
But dark circles shadowed her eyes, thanks to last night's abuse and training from me—the culprit.
"When'd you get here? Hope I didn't keep you waiting long?"
"An hour ago. Time's not up yet, so you're not late."
"Ha, an hour early? You're messing with me, right?"
"Well... call it a joke?"
"What? Real or joke?"
"Think whatever you want."
For the record, I (Mark-o) had arrived a full hour early and waited. The image I was implanting in Han Ji-min: a 30-year-old with a child's purity, laser-focused on one woman. To sell it, I had to stay in acting mode even without her around. Practice every detail for reflexive perfection.
Acting wasn't easy.
"Shall we?"
"Yeah."
We headed to the restaurant she'd booked. No arm-linking or hand-holding, but we'd look like lovers to others. Attractive man and woman walking together—that's the vibe.
We chatted idly en route. Lunch was gamjatang—her favorite regular spot.
"You can eat gamjatang? Ever tried it?"
"What do you take me for?"
"Rich boy?"
"I eat anything edible. Hell, anything but the inedible."
"Everything? You don't eat dog or cat, right?"
"Barbarian. How can you even say that? Filthy."
"What? Hey! Calling it barbaric and filthy is too much!"
She pouted, but wasn't really offended—just playing.
"Real talk, only if starving to death. Cheetah? Maybe."
"Yeah, that mak—huh? Wait, cheetah?"
"Cheetah's delicious. The rice cake's killer."
Maybe visit Cheetergirl today? Main body handles Ice Queen training anyway—clone can go.
"You actually ate cheetah?"
"Of course not. Where would I?"
Emily's place, way out there.
Gamjatang arrived soon after; we demolished it. Eight servings total—shockingly, three from her. My body enhancer side effect? Meals several times normal. But her? No powers, yet three bowls. Slim figure despite it—total mystery.
Dessert at a café: coffee and sweet cake. After all that, more cake...
"You could do mukbang."
"Mukbang?"
"Yeah. Eating broadcast. You eat like a champ."
"Hehe, yeah, piggy-style."
"Nah. Love watching a good eater. Got my appetite up too—ate more than usual."
True. I prefer hearty eaters over pickers.
"But too fast? I was on edge you'd choke."
"Pfft. That nervous?"
"Kinda."
"Know it's bad, but can't help it. Habit from busy days—gorge when I can."
"Habit?"
"Yeah. No time for meals sometimes."
Odd for Han Ji-min alone. But as Ice Queen? Makes sense. Villains don't schedule around meals or sleep. Heroes dash out mid-bite on alerts.
Public sees only the glamour, dreams of heroism. TV heroes rake in appearance fees, ads, hazard pay. Five A-rank years? Set for life. Flashy power displays? Cool as hell. Kids' top career for a decade.
"Hate to end it."
"Sorry. Got stuff today. Next time, my treat—better food."
"Fine. Oh, when you free?"
"Huh? Why?"
"Sanctuary Armor. Gotta try it."
"Ah... I'll text. Busy now, no clue."
"Ugh, okay. I'm jobless—tons of time. Hit me up when free."
She smiled sweetly.
"Missing something."
"What?"
"Rich. You're a rich jobless guy. Everyone's dream."
"True. Car here? I can drive you."
"Brought mine. See ya."
"Yeah... bye."
"..."
I waved with a wistful smile, oozing reluctance. She hesitated turning away. I left first; she followed. Dropped shoulders too—for effect.
Acting's daily practice.
*****
We met again late night. Not Horny Guy and Han Ji-min—S-rank villain Steel Armor and A-rank hero Ice Queen.
"Right on time."
"..."
"Just checking—you alone?"
"Yes."
Her silver eyes glared coldly through the ice mask. Imagining that icy woman wailing in my arms soon had my cock hardening.
I'm a fucking mega-perv.
Not just a perv. A mega fucking perv.
"Wear this."
"What's this?"
"Think I'd train you at my hideout? No soundproofing. Unless you want my men hearing your moans—my room's open."
"..."
Biting her lip at the near-threat, she donned the hood. Confirmed, I scooped her princess-style.
"Eek! What the—?!"
"Hold tight."
"What? Gah?!"
I rocketed upward; she flinched. Even A-rank, blind high-speed like a car? Terrifying.
I circled the city 30 minutes to disorient, then hit my usual hotel. Fun training time.
Would she beg for my cock today? Or hold out A-rank style? Too exciting. Personally, hope she endures—shows conflict between Steel Armor and Horny Guy.
Heh heh heh.
*****
Like yesterday: stripped her costume, creamed her body, bound with ropes. White tits swelled taut. Hugged from behind, teasing tits and pussy.
"Ngh...! Haa... Hng! Hiiiiaang...!"
As she neared climax, I pulled my scraping fingers. Whispered in her ear:
"What do you say?"
"C-coming! I'm cummiiing!"
"Good."
Squelch squelch squelch squelch squelch!
"Hk! Ahng! Haaaang~!"
She remembered the rule. Satisfied, I unleashed honed skills on her pussy. She crested soon.
"Haa... Hng..."
"Followed rules—reward time."
"No kiss... Mmph!"
She turned; futile. Ravaged her mouth, fed my saliva. Pulled back:
"How's that? Want my cock?"
"N-no... absolutely not."
"Really? Better than fingers?"
"...Still no."
"Heh heh heh."
Her eyes flickered, but she steeled. True A-rank!
"Let's see how long you last."
"Hk! Ahng! Haaah!"
Teasing resumed.
*****
Three days passed. Horny Guy and Han Ji-min texted, called, occasional lunches/dinners.
Steel Armor and Ice Queen? Daily meets. She became my toy, moaning sweetly in my arms. Figured she was acclimated—upped training level.
Vrrr~!
"Ngh...!"
"Ji-min, you okay? Hurt?"
"N-no... gotta hit the bathroom quick..."
"Sure."
She stumbled off, face flushed. Faint buzz from between her legs.
"Hah... such a horny slut."
Last night: vibrator and chastity belt in her pussy. Ice Queen could remove them, so threats of leaking pics/vids if unauthorized. Result: Han Ji-min daily with vibe and belt.
"Must be panicking. Quiet till morning, now buzzing."
Inserted vibe powered off. Now remote-activated.