Steamy Sexual Service at the Host Bar (3)
To my surprise, the atmosphere ripened at a startling pace.
I had no idea what had triggered it, but Jung Sujin seemed to have taken a genuine liking to me. Things were going well enough, at least on the surface...
How am I supposed to build this up? I've managed to start touching her body naturally enough, but I can't just jump into the real thing from here.
If it were up to me, I'd already be working her tits and her pussy. But Jung Sujin was the kind of person who could snap in any direction at any moment. Push too hard and she might go stone-faced in an instant and kill me on the spot.
That could not happen. Kim Yerin was sitting right beside me, but even if she mobilized every last one of her puppets, she wouldn't be able to stop an S-class.
"Hahh..."
Sujin leaned back against her chair and twirled a lock of pink hair around her finger. The pose pushed her chest forward, and my eyes drifted there of their own accord.
"Hey, Baek..."
"Just call me oppa while we're here. I'm a year older than you, after all."
I really was a year older than Jung Sujin. Sitting side by side, we looked more like siblings with a massive age gap than two people barely a year apart. But this was Korea, land of the beautiful seniority system, and I fully intended to be called oppa. Of course, I wasn't about to drop the honorifics myself. I might outrank her in age, but S-class was terrifying. Polite speech was non-negotiable.
"Okay. Oppa!"
"So how did Dugun Dugun Heart Attack get formed, anyway?"
According to Baek Hanyoung and Kim Yerin, Jung Sujin had awakened as an S-class superhuman from the very beginning. That was supposed to be incredibly rare. Most people awakened during puberty and then grew into their power gradually.
Come to think of it, Han Yuri hadn't been that strong at first either. At best she'd been on the level of a well-trained martial artist.
When did my connection with Han Yuri even start... middle school, I think.
I would never forget the girl who drop-kicked me in the stomach the moment she laid eyes on me. Who the hell does that? And later, once her horns and tail started growing in, she'd rub herself all over me because they itched.
Honestly, it had been terrifying. You never knew when she'd flip and impale you. That was around the time she started beating the hell out of me whenever I so much as glanced at another girl.
So Jung Sujin was already that powerful from the moment she awakened... She must have been incredibly lonely.
People assume that the strong are always surrounded by those who covet their power and status. That's a mistake. Once you reach S-class, what you get isn't respect — it's fear. A bomb that could go off the second you touch it. That's how S-class superhumans are treated.
And if I play that just right...
Conveniently, I had a skill that guaranteed I'd gain affection the more I talked to someone. I could stain her as mine just by opening my mouth.
I stroked her thigh lightly as I went on.
"I want to know about your life, Jung Sujin."
"Eh, there's not much to tell... I guess I've just been really lucky. I awakened as S-class from the start, and then I happened to catch the eye of my current agency's CEO and debuted as an idol, which was always my dream."
"That's amazing! That's not luck — that's talent. Luck only sticks to people who already have the goods!"
"Aww, come on! It's not that big a deal!"
I decided to keep piling on the praise. From the look of it, this woman was starving for compliments and affection. She'd probably spent her entire youth doing nothing but performing.
Someone once said S-class beings are closer to phenomena than living creatures... but Jung Sujin still has a lot of humanity left in her.
In that case, maybe I could push a little more aggressively.
"I really do think you're incredible..."
"Y-you do?!"
"Yes."
"I don't think anyone's ever said that to me before."
Wait, seriously? Nobody had ever given an S-class superhuman a sincere compliment?
"I mean, sure, I've heard plenty of praise from other people. That I'm pretty... that I dance well. Stuff like that. But none of it was genuine. They were all just people who wanted my face and my body."
"Ahaha..."
"You don't seem like that type. I can tell you actually like me for real."
No, I was absolutely that type. That aside, so there really were people out there who got horny for an S-class superhuman. Genuinely brave souls. Of course, they were probably all dead by now. Without Baek Hanyoung and Victoria, I would have been quietly murdered myself, without a trace. Thankfully the two of them were watching my back...
"Oppa, do you like me?"
"Of course I do. Is there anyone alive who could dislike someone as beautiful as you, Sujin?"
"...!"
It wasn't even a particularly special line, but Jung Sujin looked genuinely moved. The skill's effect really was something else, if a throwaway remark like that could land this hard.
Don't the people who only approach her for her looks usually say the exact same thing? What does she think is so different between me and them?
A woman's psychology was always uncharted territory... and Jung Sujin's even more so.
"I'm happy."
She murmured it like a whisper, gazing at my face.
Looking into those eyes, I felt like I might fall in. Pink irises, the same shade as her hair...
Now I get why she's an idol.
The languid lighting caught her pink hair and set it glowing. Through the smoke-hazed air, her figure emerged with a seductive clarity. Soft waves of pink drifted with every slight movement, and between them her pink eyes shone with a dreamlike light. Long lashes made her gaze even more alluring.
Honestly, that face doesn't even match a cute image. Sexy is what suits you.
Under the smoky lights, her skin was a clean ivory, but the apricot sheen reflecting off the haze gave it a moist, luminous glow. Her pink lips gleamed invitingly. Everything about her was perfectly at home in this smoky atmosphere. The drowsy fragrance filling the room and the lighting itself took her bright springtime charm and turned it into something far more passionate and sensual.
"Hey... um. I want to get to know you better."
"How do you mean?"
"Your body and your heart, every last corner of you... I want to know all of it. Do you agree?"
This woman was not right in the head. Saying something like that to a person she'd met today? Genuinely dangerous.
I knew it. You really shouldn't get involved with S-class superhumans... Once this was over, I needed to put some distance between us.
"You want to know every last corner of my body. Do you understand what that means?"
"Yes..."
By now my hand had slipped to the inside of her thigh. Not far from her pussy at all. That ambiguous spot where just a little more reach would put me right on it. I let the pleasure radiate outward from there.
She wouldn't be able to think straight after this. No matter what I said, she wouldn't be able to do a thing about it.
"Mmh."
I kissed her lips again. This time, the strength drained right out of those pink eyes.
"Then I take it you also know how to make me feel good."
"Yes! I'll do anything."
"In that case... what that person did for me earlier. Could you do the same for me?"
I took the back of her hand and guided it between my legs. She startled and her hand trembled. Those pale white fingers shaking was quite a sight.
"If you touch me here... would that work?"
"Yes."
"Would that be enough to make you feel good?"
I gave a slight nod. She let out a hot breath and gave my thigh a few light pats.
There was no need to answer. I lifted my hips a little and pulled my pants down. The thick outline was visible even through my underwear. A full twenty-five centimeters of cock, still dormant.
The look on her face was one of genuine shock. Was she really supposed to touch this? I said nothing, just stroked the back of that white hand.
"I'll do it."
Jung Sujin nodded with a look of grim resolve, like she'd just steeled herself for something.
I was going to wreck that face soon enough. The thought of it twisting with pleasure made me feel genuinely wonderful.
"Take this off first, please."
"Okay!"
I didn't pull my own underwear down. I made her do it on purpose — as if those hands existed solely to caress my cock.
She had no idea, of course. She peeled the fabric down slowly. The sleeping dragon reared its head and smacked the back of her white hand with a solid thwack.
"D-do all guys have one this size...?"
"No. Mine is especially large."
It would be a real problem if she started confusing mine with some ordinary man's. This was a limited edition. Custom-made.
"Please touch it."
"Okay, oppa..."
I leaned in and stole her lips. This was the third time, and it was just as sweet as the first. We shared saliva, and I pressed my body closer. After a brief hesitation, she began to move her hand slowly up and down.
From here on, she would be touching my cock to make me feel good. And she was going to work very, very hard at it.