Intense Sexual Service at the Host Bar (Complete)

The sensation of her fingers clinging to my cock was beyond words. A first-rate idol — an S-class superhuman — was gripping my dick just to please me.

It was a sight that should never have existed. An idol was one thing, but an S-class having sex...?

Even with that beautiful face, she was a creature you could never predict — and right now, her cheeks flushed crimson, she was kissing me while stroking my cock.

It felt too good. I was so aroused I thought I might lose my mind. The blood roaring through my ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠skull felt like it was about to explode.

Was I actually going to burst? But nothing so absurd happened.

"Pwahhh... You know you look incredibly beautiful right now?"

"D-do I look pretty?"

"Of course. There isn't another person in this world as beautiful as you."

A long, glistening thread stretched between Jung Sujin and me — a transparent bridge connecting the two of us. It had the weakest tensile strength in the world, and yet it bound us more intimately than anything else.

"That's the first time anyone's ever said that to me."

"Huh?"

Wait. Hadn't she just said plenty of people threw themselves at her based on her looks alone? I was a little speechless, but I laughed it off. That was just how S-class superhumans were...

By the way, Kim Yerin's expression is getting uglier by the second.

The flirting I'd thrown out seemed to have gotten under her skin. Well... I'd still like her to understand.

Shut up. Things are going well right now. Don't barge in and ruin it.

"If I could make you happy, that would be nice..."

"If you just keep doing what you're doing with everything you've got... that's more than possible."

Since stroking a cock was obviously unfamiliar territory, Jung Sujin worked mine up and down with slightly clumsy hands.

Tap, tap... Slow. Even going up took her a while. But that only added to the stimulation, delivering a fresh kind of pleasure.

"Seems a little slow."

"Ah! Should I go faster?"

"Yes. But not too fast."

That would hurt. I really hoped she'd control her strength.

"I want to kiss you again."

"Hold on just a little. Right now, I need you focused on my cock."

"Okaaay..."

"That's just right. Not too strong, not too weak. You're gripping it at the perfect pressure."

Gradually, her handjob technique improved. Tap-tap-tap... Was she a genius at sex after all? She picked it up in no time and dragged me down into a swamp of pleasure.

"Move it like that. Up and down."

"Am I doing a good job?"

"Of course. You really seem like someone with incredible talent."

"Th-thank you..."

What the hell was a talent for giving handjobs even good for?

I had no idea. Either way, all I needed to do right now was go along with this reality.

Little by little, I watched those beautiful fingers clinging to me as I stroked her thigh.

It felt good. At first her technique had been terribly clumsy, but now that she'd improved, I was already on the verge of climax.

I'm about to cum... But finishing like this probably won't raise her Submission Rate all that much.

I thought back to when I'd first subjugated Han Yuri. Back then, I'd painted her face...

I should do the same with Jung Sujin.

"Hey, I'd like you to bring your face closer to my cock now."

"Huh?"

"Ah, I don't have any particular agenda. I just want to feel your breath a little more."

Jung Sujin obeyed, bringing her face to my cock.

She's yearning for me...

She wrapped my cock in her soft hands and stroked it firmly, purring like a cat. Her gaze never left me as she leaned in close, and her warm breath ghosted over my sensitive glans like a phantom.

Jung Sujin wore an expression like she'd been scorched by fire. She parted her plump lips and brought the swollen head into her greedy mouth — I hadn't even told her to. She slowly swirled her still-inexperienced tongue, savoring the taste of my cock like a fine wine.

"Kkngh! I'm cumming!"

Jung Sujin's sweet pink hair fell across her face. With a groaning moan, I fired my semen in thick, shuddering spurts toward that desperate-looking face of hers.

"Haa, haaah!"

Her pink hair and pretty face were completely filthy with my cum.

Jung Sujin sat still for a moment, then leaned back against the sofa, panting. And astonishingly, a wanton smile spread across her pretty features. She pushed the musky, cum-soaked hair away from her face, then licked the corner of her mouth with her tongue.

A good sign. Oh, absolutely. It was proof that I'd be able to handle Jung Sujin however I wanted before long.

Just a little more!

I smiled at the fact that the perfect opportunity had arrived.

After it was over, Jung Sujin headed back to the dorm first. Well, she was actually just heading to the baseball stadium.

Kim Yerin used the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠excuse that she had business in the area and stayed nearby with me. According to her, she had something to take care of...

"Mmm."

"Why do we have to be here?"

"Mmm!"

Kim Yerin didn't answer. She sat on a park bench beneath a night so dark it felt thick enough to touch, and slipped a cigarette between her lips. I had to pinch my nose shut. Damn, that was harsh.

"They should be showing up any minute now."

"Who? Yuri? Hanyoung?"

"Not those two. Just wait. You'll know."

I'd thought she was suggesting we fuck in this park, but the atmosphere was strangely off. It didn't seem like that was the reason after all.

I had no choice but to sit quietly and wait.

"Mm!"

"You know, there isn't really a reason we need to be in a place like this..."

"They're here."

Here? Who was here? Before I could even ask, she stood up. Kim Yerin flicked the cigarette from her mouth onto the ground with a tap and stepped forward.

"Sehyun."

"Yeah?"

"When I give the signal, duck your head. Now!"

BWOOOOM! Something tore the darkness apart, screaming in at tremendous speed. I dropped flat instantly, so I never saw what it was — but from the sound alone, it was clearly a heavy chunk of metal.

A bone-chilling whistle of displaced air passed over ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠my head. If I'd stayed sitting there, I would have actually died.

"So you finally crawled out."

"Wh-what the hell was that just now?!"

"Government bastards who try to kill anyone who gets close to Jung Sujin. They don't usually do much, but they approach people who habitually leave hate comments and make them disappear without a trace."

Kim Yerin answered my question helpfully, then flicked her fingers. Something hidden in the darkness began to move.

"Victoria and Baek Hanyoung have gone to the Hero Association to fake your death."

"Th-then!"

"Meaning the only one protecting you right now is me. Don't worry, though. I've got more than enough."

Killer dolls that had appeared from somewhere, sharp blades affixed to their hands, hurled themselves toward where the metal chunk had come from.

CRAAACK! Another horrific whistle of displaced air. The sound of doll remains raining down.

"Looks like they underestimated me. Sending just one person. And a B-class, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠at that."

"Uh..."

"Watch closely. This is how your noona fights."

The dolls kept getting destroyed. Remains rained down, filling the park floor.

From where I was sitting, it looked like Kim Yerin was getting absolutely crushed. Was it okay to just leave this alone?

"Hmm. Hmm."

"Heeey..."

"I told you it's nothing."

The dolls kept charging. I had to wonder where this many of them even came from.

They rushed in with those expressionless faces, charging to their deaths — like a swarm of mayflies hurling themselves into a flame. The tedious war of attrition looked like it would never end.

"Kkngh!"

But that was my misconception. Suddenly, a pained groan rose from the darkness, and someone staggered forward.

"Kim Yerin. Wh-why are you here..."

"Ah! It's you."

"You know each other?"

"Hmm. My direct junior? We were pretty close. Ate together a bunch of times back in the day."

The opponent was a man with a clean-cut look. He'd apparently taken quite a beating from the dolls — his clothes were badly torn, and his whole body was covered in scratches and cuts.

"Sorry! But an inferior male like you daring to try and kill a superior male? Junior or not, you're gonna have to die."

"You crazy..."

"Don't worry. The government'll give your family a pension. I hear it's about twenty-five hundred bucks a month? You hit the jackpot."

The man's words didn't continue. Surrounded by dolls charging from every direction, even his scream became inaudible.

"Uh, um..."

"I did good, right?"

She'd clearly done it for me.

But I couldn't bring myself to say she'd done well.