Stifling Heat of Copulation
The motel suite room, thickly filled with the sticky heat of suffocating intercourse, had its clock ticking past 10 p.m. long ago.
The beastly rutting that seemed like it would never end had dragged on for a grueling four hours.
The wide bed sheets where we'd rolled around were soaked through with the hot sweat and slimy fluids from both of us, stained and unrecognizable in form.
"Haa... I'm seriously gonna die."
Minseok, who had been panting like a beast on top of me while shaking his hips wildly, finally reached his absolute limit, with no stamina or even a single drop of semen left to squeeze out.
His vicious lower half, which had been mercilessly pounding into my guts just moments ago, now hung limp and shriveled, utterly spent and powerless.
Having poured out every last bit of energy, he collapsed his heavy bulk defenselessly onto my delicate body like a man completely drained, snoring loudly as he plunged into a deep sleep.
"Ugh, you're heavy."
I pushed hard with both hands against Minseok's sweat-drenched, slumped shoulders pressing down on me and barely wriggled out from underneath him.
Leaving the sticky, fishy semen streaming endlessly down my pale thighs, I headed to the bathroom.
I twisted the shower handle wide open, and ice-cold water poured down from my scalp to my toes.
"Haa... so refreshing... my head's clearing up..."
The cold water roughly slapping against my flushed skin from the heat of pleasure sparked like electricity through my hazy, intoxicated mind.
My brain, melted white from the mad heat of copulation, slowly regained its normal temperature, and the rationality devoured by ecstasy came rushing back into my head at terrifying speed.
Flashes of my vulgar self, panting and submitting completely to physiological pleasure while entangled with that otaku pig bastard, crossed my mind.
"Aaaah, I'm insane, totally insane! I must've lost my fucking mind!! What? 'Impregnate me'? 'Oppa, your cock tastes so good'? This goddamn body..."
I clutched my flushed face with both hands and thrashed under the shower spray, screaming in horrific shame and self-loathing.
"I must be crazy—how did I end up like this, moaning like a slut for that pig bastard just one day after turning into a woman?"
Tears welled up from the overwhelming humiliation as I let out a lament, but what was done couldn't be undone by turning back time, and my body still remembered the intense afterglow of the rutting in every single cell.
Standing there dazed, the constant tickling sensation of fluid leaking from between my legs made me slowly lower my head and look down.
I carefully spread my thighs and blankly watched Minseok's semen dripping plop-plop from my secret slit onto the bathroom floor.
"Damn, you came a ton, you pig bastard."
Staring at the sticky traces washing away, I let out a hollow chuckle and muttered shortly.
To check the results of this sex session, I quietly summoned my status window into the air.
Mana: 25
"What...? Squeezing this much out of one guy is actually a huge amount... Yeah, I've got plenty of mana now... Good is good, right?"
I tried to look on the bright side and rationalize it to myself.
I quickly rinsed off the sticky, unpleasant grime clinging all over my body and finished my shower.
I roughly toweled off the water and stepped out of the bathroom, where Minseok was still snoring away on the bed in the exact same position as before.
I hurriedly started getting dressed.
While fixing my messy hair and straightening my clothes in front of the full-length mirror, I spotted a motel-logo memo pad and pen.
After a moment's hesitation, I grabbed the pen and scrawled a short note and my phone number in blocky handwriting.
Minseok oppa, heading out first. 010-XXXX-XXXX
It was a thoroughly pragmatic, calculated decision—since things had gone this far, better to keep a sugar daddy on standby for when I need mana again.
I tossed the memo next to Minseok's phone as he snored, then quietly slipped out the door on tiptoe.
I escaped the motel room still thick with the heat of pleasure and stepped out into the night.
After four straight hours pinned under that massive guy, getting rocked every which way, my whole body ached with muscle fatigue.
But strangely, it wasn't exhausting or painful—it was a pleasant, throbbing soreness.
Even the lingering ache in my lower body felt oddly comfortable, putting me in a weirdly good mood.
Dragging my languid body along, I walked slowly home, savoring the fresh night breeze.
Following the streetlights through familiar neighborhood alleys, I safely reached the rundown one-room building where my studio apartment was.
I climbed the stairs slowly, punched in the door lock code, and slipped inside.
I rummaged through the kitchen cabinet and pulled out a cup ramen stashed in the corner.
"Ugh, starving to death here. Bon appétit!"
As soon as the noodles were perfectly cooked, I snapped apart some wooden chopsticks and shoved a huge mouthful of chewy strands and spicy broth down my throat.
Slurp, nom nom.
"Whoa, this is pure honey—melts right in my mouth."
Chewing the hot noodles till my cheeks bulged, I continued my meal with a blissful expression like I owned the world.
With my stomach warmly filled, a euphoric fullness spread through my relaxed body. Patting my full belly, my now-clear-headed eyes finally noticed the shopping bags I'd bought earlier that day.
Piled in the corner were everyday clothes to wear right away, plus pretty lingerie and pajamas tailored to my new female body.
"Belly's full, sweat's all washed off—time to try on those pajamas I bought."
I stepped up to the large full-length mirror, stripping off my clothes and underwear in a heap.
Rummaging through the bags, I carefully pulled out the sheer panties and see-through pajamas I'd picked out with care today.
In the mirror stood a dazzling beauty with flawless white skin and perfect proportions—no trace of my past male self anywhere.
Sure, my breasts were meager A-cups, but the sleek, slender figure without an ounce of fat was so lithe and toned it even drew a gasp from me.
"Gotta ditch the bra at home... Ugh, now I get why women hate wearing them."
I slipped on the freshly unpacked panties and checked myself out from every angle in the mirror.
The straps softly hugged my hips, and the fluffy fabric felt like down against my pussy. Perfectly clinging to my hip line, the panties made my flawless figure even more dizzyingly seductive.
"Whoa, this body's insane—no joke, is this really me? Hehe."
Layering on the soft black see-through pajamas, my delicate collarbone and shoulders stood out through the deep neckline, giving off a moody, girly vibe.
I struck poses in front of the mirror—hand on hip, sweeping back my soft hair—and couldn't hold back the admiring exclamations spilling from my lips.
"Honestly, even I think I'm drop-dead gorgeous and hot as hell. No wonder that pig bastard lost his mind, drooling and pouncing earlier."
Gazing entranced at my overwhelming beauty and perfect slender body in the mirror, a thrilling, satisfying narcissism bubbled up in my chest.
The stress of adapting to this sudden unfamiliar body faded; possessing such perfect, beautiful looks brought a subtle sense of superiority, quietly covering the self-loathing from my shattered male pride.
After spending a thoroughly satisfying time posing and admiring my stunning appearance in the mirror, a flash of today's shocking events crossed my mind, hardening my dreamy expression.
"I gathered mana through a paid date today... Gotta do it like this again next time?"
Calmly reviewing the situation, what I'd done at the motel was just part of a thorough survival strategy to gather enough mana for the mission.
Sure, my body reacted on its own to that otaku pig bastard ravaging me on the bed, making me scream in pleasure—but that was just a physiological response from this perfectly engineered female body, not my true feelings. Probably...
Above all, I'd gained 25 mana and a whopping 1.5 million won as payoff—what a profitable deal.
"Right, this is just the perfect, rational process to stock up mana for missions! I'm not some pleasure-addicted slut falling into heat—I'm smartly exploiting my situation 100%! Yeah, that's it."
I nodded firmly, reaching the self-victorious conclusion that this kind of paid hookup was the most rational way to get enough mana for gate raids.
Brushing off the complicated worries with grand self-justification, I once again lost myself in admiring my own beauty.
