The Fear Within
"Whoa. So this is what a famous actress's pussy feels like from the inside."
I tasted the inside of a famous actress's pussy.
"..."
My cock drove deep, thrusting back and forth, carving its mark into her. No pregnancy to worry about — so I came inside her, thick and messy.
I fucked the actress onahole, then every refilled onahole that came after her.
"Is this place a buffet or what."
A heaven built just for me. Stand still and the onaholes delivered themselves. Every kind of woman gathered in one place. Gallery 7 must have been a space for beauties — only gorgeous women from every profession kept arriving.
I licked my lips and swung my cock for all it was worth. I fucked every statue I could find and came inside them until they were soaked.
The head mod threatened to ban me. The gallery users piled on to stop him, and the comment section exploded. That was why a gallery with barely ten people had so many replies — the ones with nothing better to do spent all day refreshing the board.
Some of them just watched the chaos unfold. Whether I posted nudes or not, they didn't care.
With the users holding him back, the head mod never managed to ban me.
I dropped a victory declaration on the head mod and ran to the Manager.
I checked her condition. While I'd been enjoying my feast, the Manager had stayed frozen in the same pose, as if nailed in place.
"Manager, are you okay?"
"Uuuuugh..."
She looked anything but okay. I wiped down her body.
"I-I'm fiiine."
She forced a smile.
"Did you fiiinish looking at the ruuules?"
"Yes. I've got the rules figured out. Heading out now."
I'd fucked until my balls were empty. Willpower fully recharged. Even if I died now, I had no regrets.
I finished cleaning the Manager and got ready to leave.
"Be... careful..."
"Yes, ma'am!"
"Management Bureau Agent Seol In-yul. I will stake my life on resolving the current situation."
I saluted and sprinted for the only exit.
A massive door over five meters tall. I passed through the absurdly oversized entrance — hard to believe humans were meant to use it — and ran into the next sector.
Smashing a window and running was impossible.
Do not damage any facility within the art museum.
Anyone who damages museum property will be held liable for restitution.
Destroying any part of the museum was impossible. Break something and there was no telling what would happen to you.
The art museum is basically a find-the-difference puzzle.
The structure was similar to the Platform Ghost Story. You walked Galleries 1 through 20 hunting for anomalies. Find one, and you used an Error Corrector on that spot. You had to erase the anomaly with the Error Corrector if you wanted to survive without dying.
RockGiant is a security guard, so his rules might be different from mine.
RockGiant's rules weren't the same as mine. He had to follow the security guard rules — I was probably supposed to follow the visitor rules.
Except there are no visitor rules.
The only rules I could confirm were the security guard ones, and even those I'd only heard secondhand through RockGiant.
Is this even right?
I found an Error Corrector in a corner of Gallery 7. The location and features matched what RockGiant had described. But I couldn't be a hundred percent sure.
According to RockGiant, there are galleries from 1 to 20.
Among them, Galleries 7 and 10 were closed, he'd said. RockGiant had grumbled that none of the galleries had a way out.
I headed straight for Gallery 8. For now, I had to stick to the current route.
"What the hell."
I arrived at Gallery 8. As expected, artworks were on display. But the pieces inside completely defied my expectations. Not a single artwork RockGiant had described was stored here. Instead, the artworks from Gallery 7 had been perfectly duplicated and put on display.
"Me? That's actually me. And that's the Manager."
The Manager who'd been standing in Gallery 7 was now standing in Gallery 8 — taxidermied mid-fuck, with me inside her.
"Aaaah. Uuuunnngh."
The Manager's faint moans started getting a reaction out of my cock. But I'd emptied my balls so thoroughly that I was deep in post-nut clarity. A few soft moans weren't enough to get me hard.
"So if you trigger a plate, you get cloned?"
I rubbed my chin. Trigger a plate and the statue gets duplicated. One rule learned.
"But it doesn't actually do anything?"
I was still perfectly alive. Normally with anomalies like this, the moment you got taxidermied you were dead. Everything I'd been taught as a Management Bureau agent was being flipped on its head right in front of me.
It really does look like a replica of me on display.
I touched my own body. The texture of skin. The hardness of bone. The firmness of muscle. My chest rose and fell faintly. The replica of me moved as if it were alive and breathing.
"It's looping the same scene."
The exact same scene, playing on repeat.
"Aaaah? Why didn't you gooo?"
The Manager's mind hadn't been copied.
"I made it to Gallery 8. Look behind you, Manager."
"Aaaah?"
Her eyes turned toward the back.
"It's a perfect replica of me. Looks like if you trigger a plate, you get cloned in whatever pose you were in."
"I seeee."
She accepted it. True to form, the Manager absorbed an impossible situation without missing a beat.
"Manager, keep doing what you were doing earlier. I'm too scared to go any further."
"Uuuuh..."
"Can you give me a blowjob this time? I'll go grab a chair!"
"Uuuuugh."
The Manager whimpered. She looked ready to burst into tears any second. I patted her back so she wouldn't cry.
"Manager, please. Just one blowjob to give me some courage."
I was becoming something beyond human garbage. But I still had to say it. I held up a finger and asked the Manager for a blowjob.
"Hey. What are you doing?"
A hallucination. In-seo's voice — the In-seo who'd disappeared. Why was I hearing her from behind me? Hadn't she vanished out of nowhere?
I tilted my head and looked toward the sound.
"Agh—!"
In-seo was staring me down. Her razor-sharp glare made me jump and scream.
"What are you doing?"
Her voice was pure ice. Answer carefully or get torn apart.
"I was asking the Manager to give me a little courage."
Should I lie? But what I'd just been doing was clearly about to fuck her. An obvious lie would only make things worse.
"That's what that was? What you just said?"
In-seo's eyes narrowed. If looks could kill, I'd already be dead.
"I— I put up with Seong Eun-hwa, but... I can't take any more of this."
She ground her teeth. In her face I saw her father, Seo In-ha. I had to talk my way out of this carefully or she'd destroy me. Regression rolled everything back, sure — but I still didn't want my girlfriend chewing me out.
But what do I even say?
What do you say to a girlfriend this furious? I tried to move my mouth. Nothing came out.
"Manager! You say something too!"
In-seo snapped, unable to take it anymore.
"Uuuugh... okaay... this tiiime... be gentle...?"
The Manager currently being fucked by my statue asked me to go easy on her.
"Manager, why are you suddenly acting all soft and girly? The Manager I know was never like this!"
"Uuh... sorry... my head's... weird..."
The mind control was still hammering at her brain. She couldn't think straight.
"In-seo. I'm sorry."
I stepped toward her and apologized. Openly cheating like this, at my level, was clearly unforgivable. But I had no other way.
"I will keep all of you alive. I swear. So just... let me have some affair sex for a bit!"
I skipped the whole setup and went straight to the point. No time to spill every feeling in my heart.
"..."
That wasn't enough. To fully convince In-seo, I needed more.
"When I came to, I was the only one left. I'm so scared I can barely take a single step forward. I need fuel to push past the fear and keep going."
My faith. My salt. The light of my life. Sex was the driving force that let me overcome anomalies and move forward.
"...."
In-seo squeezed her eyes shut.
"Fine. Just this once. But you have to solve the anomaly. Got it?"
Whoa. My girlfriend just gave me permission to cheat. Elated, I ran to the Manager.
"Manager, she said the blowjob is allowed."
"Uuuh."
Tears in her eyes, the Manager opened her mouth. My cock carefully slid into her warm, smooth mouth-pussy.
"Manager, I think I'm getting my strength back. As a thank-you, can I come inside?"
"Uuuh. Uuuh."
Permission granted! Without looking back, I came inside the Manager's mouth.
"In-seo, sorry for making you wait!"
I ran to her. I caressed and soothed her with everything I had so she wouldn't feel left out. I came until my balls shriveled, then moved on to Gallery 9.
"Hah. Hah..."
I felt like I was dying. But I couldn't rest. Driven by the hunger for more sex, I pushed into Gallery 9.
Same as before.
This time I didn't trigger a plate. In-seo and the Manager were displayed exactly as they'd first appeared.
But isn't it getting close to evening?
I checked a clock set in a corner of the museum. The time was nearly evening.
That's weird.
Something was off. By now, something like the Mannequin Anomaly should have shown up. But nothing appeared — not an anomaly, not anything.
Is there some other reason?
I had no idea what it was. I moved to the next gallery.
"What the hell is this now."
I arrived at Gallery 9. A space more than three times larger than before. The statues had multiplied several times over. At this scale, there was no way to tell who was real.
"Excuse me? Manager? Which one of you is the real Manager?"
"I'm the real one." "No, I am." "I'm the real one."
I asked the hundreds of Managers. Their voices spread like an echo. This method wasn't going to identify the real one.
"Look at the wall."
Following the Manager's words, I looked at the wall.
A rulebook?
A set of rules was carved into the wall. I spoke them aloud as written.
"Speak the fear within your heart."
My head went blank. The voice rooted through my mind and dragged out the truth. From the deepest part of me, I pulled up the Mannequin Anomaly — the fear buried there. If I had to name the scariest anomaly of my life, it was the Mannequin Anomaly and nothing else.
"Is that the fear within your heart."
"Yes..."
I answered the voice at my ear.
"Understood. I will erase your fear."
The voice vanished.
"What."
When I came to, the only things around me were collapsed mannequins.
I could've sworn there was a rulebook or something.
There had been something like a rulebook on the wall. But now the wall was clean — nothing there at all. What just happened? My memory cut out in the middle and wouldn't reconnect.
Just keep moving for now.
I ran for the only exit. Down the corridor, I opened the door to Gallery 10.
Two anomalies were crawling across the floor, screaming.
"...?"
I flinched and hid in a corner. Two mannequins stood in the center of Gallery 10. Every time a broadcast played, the anomalies' limbs were torn off.
The Mannequin Anomaly?
That was definitely the Mannequin Anomaly. A carbon copy of the one in my memory.
Creeeak.
The broadcast drifted away from me. If that broadcast was real, it was better to follow it. I ran forward at a quick pace.
At the end of the straight corridor, I reached Gallery 15.
"What the hell is going on."
Every anomaly that had existed along the path I'd taken was dead or collapsed.
"Excuse me? What's happening right now?"
I couldn't answer Emily. I didn't know what was going on either.
"Aaaah... oh God..."
A middle-aged man crawling out across the floor. His body burst open. His left leg and right leg shattered. The Mannequin Anomaly had torn his limbs apart.
"Director?"
So this was the director of the American branch. I looked closely at his face. Not an anomaly — a human like me, under mind control.
Thud. Thud.
Something shattered overhead, and light flashed from the ceiling. The American director was reaching toward the light.
I had no idea how any of this was unfolding. But one thing I knew for certain.
This was not the art museum where RockGiant was trapped.
Through the shattered ceiling, an anomaly crawled down.
"Give me your right arm."
The winner was the Mannequin Anomaly.