Just Be My Dick Case
After Yoo Sung left, the guild master's office. Shin Ji-hye fiddled with the coffee mug he'd brewed for her. The warmth of the coffee felt just like his.
The impulse to drink it before it cooled battled fiercely with the thought that it'd be a shame to finish it so soon.
"……Hah."
Sometimes, there were moments when she wanted to throw everything away. No, it had always been that way. Because she was just an ordinary person at heart.
People feared her but envied her too. The power of an S-rank hunter. The wealth accumulated from that power. Shin Ji-hye was now one of Korea's top 100 richest, and if you expanded it worldwide, one of the top 1,000.
The girl who'd lived in Gyeonggi-do to avoid Seoul's high prices, gone to school like everyone else, prepared for job hunting like a normal person... everything changed after she got caught in a Gate.
"…I want to die."
Words always on the tip of her tongue. She'd crawled out of the Gate because she wanted to live, gone back in for the same reason. That's when she met Yoo Sung, formed a team with him, and that team became a guild... Now she couldn't quit even if she wanted to.
The guild members who trusted her. The expectations of the nation and its people. For Shin Ji-hye, who'd once been ordinary, it was all too much to bear.
"…I don't want to do this either."
Still, she endured. Hunter life was tough, but there had been enjoyable moments. Especially back when she teamed up with Yoo Sung. In those early days with a tiny crew barely worthy of the name guild—tackling tough Gates, recruiting other hunters...
But now even Yoo Sung had retired. Truth be told, she'd encouraged it. His ability was useless in combat, and it only stressed him out. She didn't want to see her precious friend get hurt or scarred.
So she'd pushed retirement through HR. 'Switch to guide for now... promote him later.'
Even employees far higher-ranked than Yoo Sung knew it. A mere D-rank hunter—or now, something even less, a guide—but Yoo Sung was the spiritual pillar of the company.
She planned to assign him only S-ranks, show everyone he wasn't some ordinary guide, then promote him. First to director of the hunter management team, then vice-guild master.
...Maybe even guild master someday.
-Ding!
Shin Ji-hye's phone buzzed as she toyed with the innocent coffee mug. A payment notification.
Sandwich shop: 20,000 won. Cafe: 20,000 won. Convenience store: 5,000 won. Probably cigarettes.
"……."
She had more money than she could ever need—no reason to check petty transactions like this. She could live extravagantly her whole life and still not spend it all before dying. No one to leave it to, either.
Yet she'd signed up for these alerts anyway...
Because of Yoo Sung, of course. This card was in her name, but only he used it.
"……This won't do."
It started over something trivial. They'd built the guild together, but she kept growing while he stagnated. All the attention went to her. He suffered just as much but got no real reward. So she'd made him this card as a gift.
He'd refused. I'm earning my own money—why use yours?
"…This really won't do."
At first, it pissed her off. Hesitating over a single cookie at the sandwich shop, yet rejecting her gift.
Then she couldn't understand it. Yoo Sung had proposed the team that became Yuseong Guild, yet she was guild master and he a regular hunter. He could've embezzled company funds and run—no one would've batted an eye. Why not?
Now, it had twisted into something perverse.
"…Seriously, just for a little while."
So sometimes, she thought like this. What if she just handed everything over to Yoo Sung? Her wealth, the guild, her body... Everything.
"…Hngh."
She stood, unzipping her skirt. The kind so tight it clung to her, drawing glances from male staff on the commute. Yoo Sung had looked at her that way too.
She tossed the skirt aside, cool air brushing her exposed thighs. The pantyhose felt awkward. She'd started wearing them after seeing secretary Lee Chae-eun's—something she'd never done before.
"…Seriously, just for a bit, hngh?!"
Lower body clad only in pantyhose and white panties. She rubbed her crotch against the desk corner where Yoo Sung had been sitting. Hard wood pressed into her groin.
Dizzying pleasure shot up from her lower half, slamming into her brain.
"Why… hn."
Clutching the mug he'd used, she ground her clit against the desk. The small nub mashed flat under her weight.
"Why… won't you touch me…."
She wore suits because he seemed to like them, endured the discomfort. Same with the high heels.
She glanced at the mirror. Twenty-two when she became a hunter. Her appearance unchanged since. Black long hair, flawless skin. People praised her as prettier than celebrities.
"…I'm pretty, right? Why, hyah!"
She'd never bothered with maintenance before. But after becoming conscious of Yoo Sung, she started. Makeup, lipstick, mascara...
Just reach out and touch. Or grab her weakness. You know what I've done. Killed plenty, done dirty deeds. You know... so blackmail me. She'd give him money, her body—anything.
"Why are you so nice… hngh?!"
Then. The door opened.
"G-Guild master, your sandwich and coffee…."
White plastic bag with sandwiches. Coffee carrier. Pocket bulging slightly.
It was Yoo Sung.
The realization drained her strength. Her legs buckled, body pitching forward, clit crushing fully under her weight. Unbearable urge hit—tide burst from her lower half.
"Hngh…!!"
Draped over the desk, unable to steady herself, as Yoo Sung approached.
Shin Ji-hye knew instinctively. My life. It's completely over.
That realization triggered another squirt. Fluids gushed uncontrollably. Her pussy twitched.
"Hey, Shin Ji-hye."
"Uh… yeah?"
"You tempted me first, right?"
……Ah.
If she'd known, she'd have gotten caught sooner.
# I'd known for a while that Shin Ji-hye was aware of me. Only an idiot wouldn't.
Nearly ten years together, thick and thin. The subtle cleavage or collarbone flashes, wearing outfits or shoes after I complimented them...
Above all, I'd peered into her desires multiple times.
It wasn't pink. If it was her holding my hand, kids and happily ever after, I'd have confessed on the spot. It was just too twisted, so I held back.
Peering into monsters' desires had dulled me a bit, but her naked on my corpse? Terrifying.
'Not anymore, though.'
I'd checked before heading for sandwiches. Shin Ji-hye wasn't in a dangerous state now.
Skirt on the floor, caught mid-desk-edge masturbation. Even with me watching, her hips didn't stop.
Fucking slut. So damn hot.
"Hey, Shin Ji-hye."
"Uh… yeah?"
"You tempted me first, right?"
Smack.
I slapped her ass with my palm.
"Hyak…?!"
Like a cat with its tail stepped on, she arched her back. I grabbed her white shirt collar.
"When someone's talking, you answer."
"Ah, uh, ah…?"
"You tempted me first, yeah?"
I confirmed, gentleman that I am.
"N-No."
"No?"
"J-Just a mistake…! It just happened…!"
"Yeah?"
I yanked her shirt collar, pulling her body up.
"Hik…?!"
Then gripped her throat.
Infused mana, activated my ability. Peered into Shin Ji-hye's desires again.
'Well, well.'
Not the ruined wasteland from before.
The guild master's office—where I was now. But trashed, unlike her neat style. Scattered papers. Toppled coffee machine. Shattered flowerpot.
In the center, Shin Ji-hye at the desk, staring at the monitor.
News articles and internet posts detailing her scandals in full. She reaches for her own throat.
If the earlier ruinous desire was physical destruction, this one was social annihilation.
"What if it was a mistake?"
"Kek… haak…! Heuk…!!"
I knew she wouldn't die, but loosened my grip anyway.
"I saw you strip your skirt, rub your pussy on the desk corner in panties."
"N-No… pr-proof…!"
"True. No proof."
I smirked, reaching for her desk.
"But I can make a witness."
"Hik…!!"
"This summons Secretary Chae-eun if pressed, right?"
The call button. One light tap, and Shin Ji-hye plummets.
Chae-eun's too nice to blab, but still.
"N-No… no, don't. Not that…."
Her eyes trembled, head shaking. Eyes completely gone. One more push, she'd press it herself.
Bad for me too, so I withdrew my hand.
"Then admit it, you fucking slut!"
"Hngh!!"
Slapped her ass hard. Her fingers clutching my collar curled; fluid sprayed through her pantyhose.
"You tempted me first. Did you or not?"
"Hngh…!"
"Answer."
Slapped again. Each smack like turning a faucet—pussy juice squirted.
Crazy bitch. So fucking hot.
"Y-Yes…."
"Yes what?"
"I tempted you… knew you'd come… hik!"
She squirted saying it herself. Hopeless slut.
If it wasn't a gentleman like me here, what then?
"Shin Ji-hye."
"Uh… yeah?"
"Open your mouth."
Pulled her body by the shirt. Gotta start with a kiss, since she's a pure maiden and all.
Hesitant but parting lips—I kissed her.
"Hn… mmph…♥."
Her tongue was hot. Not mine. It invaded, grazed my teeth, wrapped my tongue.
To an outsider, looks like I'm forcing her. Reality: she's way more aggressive.
"Haa… mmph…! Hnmm…!"
Practically ripping my tongue out. Meanwhile, reaches for my hand. Fingers dance pleadingly on my knuckles.
I know what she wants.
"Kgh…!!"
Mid-kiss, gripped her throat again. From her view, felt like death—thumb crushing her windpipe.
"Kkh, kek, kgh…!"
Choking, gasping, but her tongue stays wild in my mouth. Face turning blue, then I released.
"Haa… haht… you crazy bastard…♥."
Eyes fully rolled back, clinging and squirming.
"Choke like that and people die♥."
"I know."
Said it while gripping again.
"But you don't, slut."
"Hik…♥."
"Can rip the pantyhose?"
Didn't wait. Tore the stockings wrapping her legs and ass.
Rip rip.
Sticky fluids poured over the shreds.
"I know mood too…."
"Hyah, hek, kek…."
"This? Already soaked—no foreplay needed."
Freed my poor dick trapped under her writhing body. Pushed aside the drenched, discolored panties.
"Hey, Shin Ji-hye."
"Heuk…♥."
Gentlemanly, got consent—released her throat. Tongue lolling, panting like a bitch in heat.
What to say? Not be my girlfriend. Her inner desires wouldn't settle for vanilla—pure destruction.
Crude, filthy. Something to satisfy the her who jerked off to her own sex scandal news while choking herself….
"Just be my dick case."
Yeah. Perfect.