Double Sensitivity: The Stranger's Assault and Bitch in Heat
I board the Shinkansen heading back to the city and check the mission window.
Time until renewal: 6 days 12 hours
[MISSION COMPLETE][CLAIM REWARD]
Eh? Mission rewards are a new thing I've never seen before?
I can't hold back my curiosity and tap the claim reward button.
Sexual Sensitivity x2
"Fuck? Sexual sensitivity doubled!? No, I just clicked to check, what the hell is this..."
"Wait... sexual sensitivity doubled means the pleasure I feel is twice as much? That's gotta be amazing? Ehehehe... ohohoho~"
As I step out of the station, the sun is already dipping low, and the air has turned chilly. Drained from hunting variant species, I just want to crash into a soft bed right now. But every hotel has a "full" sign at the entrance, and after checking five or six places, I come up empty. At this rate, I'll be sleeping on the street.
Sigh, this is like those runaway girl tropes from Japanese manga. If I ask for a place to crash for the night, will I really get a bite?
Thinking there's nothing to lose, I open SNS and run it through the translator, carefully typing out the post.
My smartphone starts vibrating the moment I post. The notifications flood in with dozens of comments and messages. Skimming them, every single one reeks of ulterior motives. If I followed any of these creeps, my regenerated hymen wouldn't stand a chance.
"Ugh, screw this. I'll just keep searching accommodation apps."
I squat in front of a convenience store, desperately hunting for vacancies, staring holes into my phone screen. Suddenly, a shadow falls over my head.
"Ano... daijoubu desu ka?"
I look up to see a man in a suit standing there. He looks like the typical overworked Japanese salaryman, exhausted from a full day of drudgery. He keeps talking, but I can't understand, so I shake my head.
"Um... I'm Korean..."
The moment I say I'm Korean, his eyes go wide. He panics for a second, then speaks in very slow, broken Korean.
"Ah... I'm Suzuki."
He introduces himself as a huge K-pop fan. His pronunciation is rough, but we can communicate. Mr. Suzuki asks why I'm out here like this, and I explain I couldn't find a place and might end up homeless.
"Come to my house. Stay... one night."
His sudden offer makes me squint at him suspiciously.
"For real? But Mr. Suzuki, no funny business at all. You okay with that?"
"It's fine, it's fine. Come on."
Mr. Suzuki reassures me, gets me in his car, and takes me to his Japanese apartment.
"You eat dinner? Here, have this."
He microwaves some convenience store napolitan spaghetti for me.
"Wow! Thank you."
Who knew there were still people this purely kind...
We chat over dinner and beer. As time passes and I get tipsy, I slip into the bed he prepared, the pleasant buzz and fatigue pulling me toward sleep in an instant.
Mmm...
Just as I'm drifting off, I hear careful footsteps on the floor. Mr. Suzuki is approaching me.
"Nng... Mr. Suzuki...?"
Before I can even open my eyes fully, a hot, wet tongue pushes into my mouth.
*Chuuup, churuup*
"Hmph! Mr. Suzuki! Stop it! No... mmp... please...!"
I startle and try to push him away, but he pins me down and forces his lips against mine. He climbs on top like he's been waiting, crushing me under him.
His saliva mixes with mine as he kisses me roughly, choking the breath out of me.
"Let go! Mr. Suzuki... don't do this! Hnng!"
I whimper and thrash, but the alcohol makes my body wobbly. He strips off my clothes and bra, then ties my wrists with prepared cord. With my sexual sensitivity doubled, every brush of his hands against my skin sends electric shivers racing up my spine.
Mr. Suzuki whispers coldly in my ear as he binds my wrists.
"You shouldn't trust men so easily. Make this a good lesson."
I tremble in feigned shame and fear, tears welling up.
"Ah... no... please don't...! Haeung!♡"
I pretend to resist and sob outwardly, but when Mr. Suzuki roughly sucks my nipple, a pleasure far stronger than usual slams into my brain.
Haaah... feels so good... no, I have to resist!
I steel myself and twist my body, but he doesn't budge on top of me.
*Swiik, swiik*
"Ah... aaht! No! Please... Mr. Suzuki... stop...!"
He starts rubbing the tip of his glans against my pussy entrance.
Every friction and pressure makes me try to clamp my legs shut. But he forces my thighs apart with his knee and keeps grinding.
*Julpuk, julsheok*
"Are you a virgin?"
"Y-yes... it's my first time... so please... don't put it in... Mr. Suzuki..."
I plead tearfully, but he smirks coldly and positions himself.
"Jackpot."
I shake my head desperately beneath him, writhing.
"Ah, no! Please.."
He aligns his cock with my tight entrance and slams his hips upward with full force.
*Jijijeok, puuuk*
"Haaaaahhh! It hu... no, it hurts! Pull out! Please! Hweeeuk!"
The pain of my regenerated hymen tearing converts straight to pleasure with this insane sensitivity, leaving me unable to think straight.
"Heeeuk!♡ Nooooo!♡"
As I fake resistance and scream, Mr. Suzuki suddenly slaps my cheek.
*Chalak*
"Be quiet. You're being a hassle."
He latches onto my nipple and bites down hard with his teeth.
"Haaak! Hweeeut! Please... hweeeuk... stop...!"
Every shake of his hips scrapes my inner walls, delivering a pleasure crazier than any sex I've had before, draining the strength from my body and making me feel like I'm in heaven. Love juices gush out way more than usual from my hypersensitive walls.
*Julsheok, julpuk*
"Haauk... ah... aaa...!"
*Jjigudeok, jjigeok, jjigudeok, peok peok*
My pussy squelches like it's full of water, the sounds echoing through the room. With every thrust, juices splash up, mixing wetly with the slap of his balls against my ass.
*Chuurup, jjigeok, jjigudeok*
"Ang!♡ Ang! Hwaang!♡"
I stare unfocused at the ceiling, pretending to tremble in resistance, but really I'm lost in bliss, clenching my walls tight around his cock to savor it. The room fills with my overflowing juices, producing foamy squelches on every insertion that never stop.
*Julpuk, jujujuk, peok*
He pounds relentlessly, then unloads a massive flood of hot cum straight into my womb entrance.
*Ulgeuk, ulgeuk*
"Ah... aaa... no...!"
"Hek, hek... haa... you're killer..."
He looks down at me satisfied and keeps ravaging my precious place. The hot, sticky sensation of semen flooding my belly amplifies twice over.
"Heeeuk.. haeung!♡ hweuk.. nooo.. ang!♡"
The ultimate pleasure of a stranger's seed filling me completely makes me roll my eyes back, squirting as my body shakes.
"Nooooo!♡.. hiiiiiik!♡"
I lie limply on the floor, desperately suppressing the smile creeping onto my lips while shedding tears of joy.
After being fucked senseless for hours, I come to in the morning, not sure when I passed out. My whole body aches heavily, like it was beaten with waves of ecstasy. Mr. Suzuki must have gone to work already—the house is quiet, and the spot beside the bed is empty. Traces of last night's torment linger all over my body from evening till morning.
Whoa... with sensitivity doubled, I nearly lost my mind.
I stretch big and get up, heading to the bathroom to turn on the shower. I rub away the sticky trails of Mr. Suzuki running down my thighs. In the mirror, the red marks on my neck and cheek are still vivid. Touching my cheek lightly brings back yesterday's pain—or pleasure?—and my pussy twitches wetly, but I calm down and get dressed. Transforming back into virgin-pussy Haneul, I pack my bags and slip out of Mr. Suzuki's place. I head straight to the airport and board a flight back to Korea.
Japan was stimulating, but not understanding the language was a hassle. I doze off on the plane and arrive before I know it. After immigration, I hop in a taxi and turn on my phone. The portal site main page is chaos. Breaking news and articles keep popping up, grabbing everyone's attention. It's a huge report on the common sense alteration criminal I caught last time.
I stare at the news and scroll down.
Below that, another article catches my eye.
Excluding some female awakeners, others aren't touching tentacle-types at all, so their numbers keep exploding. But the reactions in the comments below are ice cold.
I frown at the thought of those expensive surgery costs too. Even if the government guilts us with patriotism, awakeners holding back makes sense when you consider the bills. With sexual sensitivity doubled, the pleasure from tentacles ravaging me would be guaranteed, but that price tag keeps my feet planted.
Before long, I drag myself home and flop onto the bed after dumping my bag. My earlier vow flashes through my mind.
I said if I lose my virginity again, I'm a total slut...
Curiosity strikes. I wonder if Body Transformation can give me dog features. I focus my mind on top of my head and the base of my butt.
*Fussh*
Fluffy ears sprout from between my hair, and a long tail pops out above my ass. The mirror shows a perfect bitch in heat.
"It actually works!?"
Watching my tail swish fills me with a weird thrill. Is it the doubled sensitivity, or has my pussy turned into a dog pussy? My lower belly tingles.
"Qu-quick... I need something inside me, woof!"
I frantically open the drawer, grab a thick dildo, stick it to the floor, and straddle it, shoving it into my pussy.
*Jjigudeok*
"Kyeng! Kaeng! Woof! Woof woof!"
Twice the usual intense pleasure surges up my spine. Like a real dog, I scratch the floor and shake my hips back and forth. My tongue lolls long from my lips, drool dripping.
*Julpuk, julsheok*
"Kyaeng! Kaeng! Kahung!♡"
The dildo scraping my inner walls makes me lose my mind, barking wildly. My tail wags like crazy, and from my hypersensitive pussy, juices pour endlessly, soaking the floor.
"Such a horny dog pussy! Kaeng!♡ I wanna get pregnant!♡"