Bu Ye-ji

Ah~ I wanna fuck.

Ever since Eun-byeol joined Rose Gold, my cock hadn't been inside a pussy and had been pathetically spurting cum all by its lonesome. She was staying at the guild house dorms for training, so that was why.

Of course, if I messaged her on KakaoTalk to come over, she would, but I didn't feel like going that far. She'd be back here for the weekend anyway. I could just pound her senseless then.

...I wanted to smack the shit out of myself for thinking that.

Fuck, I wanna fuck so bad~.

Back in the day, jerking off was enough to satisfy me, but now that I'd tasted pussy, there was no going back to solo handjobs.

But calling Eun-byeol back didn't feel right either. She needed to establish herself as a hunter quick so I could leech off her. To enjoy the sweet life of getting allowance from a girl, I had to let her go for a bit.

'Maybe I should make myself a fuckhouse.'

With that in mind, I decided to create a fuckhouse. One I could rail anytime, day or night, whenever I got horny. Perfect timing too—I'd hit level 2, so it was time for another apostle. Leaving the slot empty was SP loss.

I flopped onto my bed and activated Diorama. Then I started scouting the nighttime streets for a girl to make my apostle.

I briefly considered snagging one from Rose Gold, but nixed it. Too far away for a fuckhouse, and I doubted I could sponsor already-awakened chicks anyway. No reason to go blabbing about a guy like me existing.

So, I focused on girls near my place. Ideally, one in a spot perfect for daily pounding.

"Ugly bitches, begone."

First filter: leave it to my dick. If she could get me hard just by looks, she passed round one.

"What the fuck."

But passing round one didn't mean automatic approval. I couldn't waste my last apostle slot on a non-virgin. I wasn't a unicorn, but my apostles had to be pure virgins (pretty ones only).

Sure, if she offered up her pussy, I'd slam it greedily, but still...

"No, why are there so many non-virgins?"

I had no idea how the world ended up like this. When the hell were these sluts losing their virginities that even scrubbing the streets wouldn't turn one up?

Fuming at this filthy world, I kept combing the streets via Diorama. Whenever I spotted dirty non-virgins fucking in motels,

I'd spend SP to poke holes in their condoms one by one. Turning consequence-free pleasure into responsibility-loaded bliss—a magic trick. Also the secret to turning dirty non-virgins into moms.

As I purified the filthy world bit by bit, I spotted a familiar face passing by.

"Huh, why's she out this late?"

A high school girl with yellow-dyed wavy hair tied back. The slut I'd messaged the shit out of before. Still in uniform, so she'd probably been out partying since school without going home.

Fucking high school bitch crawling into Daehak-ro—what a cheeky slut. But even more outrageous was her skirt hiked so short her pussy was practically flashing, and those perky tits bulging under her blouse.

Every time I saw her, I thought the same: born to use her pussy loose as fuck.

I used Observation to check her name, at least.

"Pfft. No way, lol."

A person's name can't be PussyTight, right? Lololol. I burst out laughing at the slut's name without meaning to. What the fuck kinda name is PussyTight...

Wait a sec.

I was laughing at the name when I belatedly caught the key fact. This bitch was a virgin?

Poke.

"Kyaaak!"

I instinctively grabbed Ye-ji's—no, Bu Ye-ji's—tits. She shrieked at the sudden pressure on her chest.

"What's up?"

"What happened? Something wrong?"

"Ah, no, my chest just suddenly hurt..."

"Probably 'cause you cinched it too tight, hehe."

She looked around in shock, then tilted her head like she'd imagined it and kept walking.

"See you at school tomorrow then."

"Not going, bye."

The pack of high school girls headed to the bus stop. Ye-ji waved her friends off onto the bus and turned to head home.

'Time to say hi.'

Long time no see—might as well mess with her a bit. I changed my nickname ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠and messaged her.

Twitch.

Ye-ji's body jolted hard. She let out a ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠deep sigh and kept walking, deciding to ignore it.

'Heh, cute.'

I kept spamming messages. No cooldown on spam, so why stop? I had over 20,000 points left—like having ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠2,000 bullets.

Bu Ye-ji ignored me steadfastly. She plugged in earbuds, fiddled with her phone, and walked on. Amazing she could KakaoTalk through my message terrorism.

"Oh ho, look at this bitch."

Her ignoring skills were no joke. Fine, let's see who wins.

I made sure she couldn't ignore me anymore. Spent SP to grab and pinch ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠her tits.

Squeeze.

"Kyaaak!"

Bu Ye-ji screamed. Everyone stared. Her face flushed beet red with embarrassment.

She hurried away. Didn't matter if she walked fast or ran—she couldn't escape my Diorama.

I groped her tits, poked her pussy, pressed her tongue. Brushed my cock behind her ear, pressed my hard-on against her lower back and humped. About 1,000 points vanished in a flash.

But the effect was worth every point.

"Hngaaah... Uhngh..."

Bu Ye-ji, toyed by Adam Smith's invisible hand, writhed lewdly, leaking moans. Realizing ignoring me would turn her into a total mess, she ducked into an alley and finally messaged me.

Any longer and she'd have hiked her skirt herself—wise choice.

"You fucking bastard, what the hell are you?"

Her voice was small but dripping rage. Properly pissed.

But what're you gonna do about it?

"You crazy fuck. I'm reporting you to the cops. You're done for, for real."

"Where the fuck are you, you loser? Some awakened ability made you cocky, huh?"

"Cops got good tech these days?"

"Mana trace'll nail you in one..."

"Aaaahk!! Stop it!! You fucking bastard!!"

She finally snapped mid-ramble, stomping and yelling like she was losing her mind.

"You fucking bitch..."

She pulled out her phone again and opened the dialer to call 112. Reporting wouldn't catch me anyway, but it was annoying. No good if word of me got out.

Had to stop the call. I slapped her phone out of her hand with my power.

Smack.

Thud.

"..."

Her iPhone spun through the air and smashed screen-first into the ground.

Ye-ji silently picked it up. Brand-new iPhone 13 from a month ago. Screen cracked to hell.

Oof. No idea if she had insurance. If not, RIP. She looked like the uneducated type who sucked at English. Repairs would cost a fortune.

"You... fucking bastard... I'm gonna kill you."

Ye-ji muttered blankly. Tears welled in her eyes. She'd probably bragged about her shiny new toy nonstop, and now it was shattered in under a month—heartbreaking.

I felt a twinge of guilt. Maybe I went too far on a high schooler?

Nah, not my dick's fault. If not the dick, then it wasn't. I swept away the faint guilt.

Anyway, time to stop tormenting her. I planned to take Bu Ye-ji as my apostle. I'd whipped her enough—now for the carrot.

First, got her number for smooth comms. I called her.

Vrrr.

The phone in Ye-ji's hand buzzed. She stared blankly at the shattered screen, face like she'd lost everything.

She weakly answered.

"Hello..."

"Sex."