Chapter 23
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 23
Chapter Title: Feverish Relief
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As I approached, the car door swung open.
"Wh-what happened?"
"Uh... it's handled."
I didn't have the confidence to explain properly, so I just said it was solved for now.
In reality, there was a high chance her problem was resolved.
Those guys had already been confirmed acting like villains, and I'd anonymously tipped off the heroes about it.
They'd probably show up soon to haul away the villains and investigate the office.
I didn't know exactly how it would play out, but at the very least, that brutal interest she owed would disappear.
She might even get compensation from the villain Scorpion as a victim of blackmail and kidnapping.
"..."
Looking at her now, her outfit was... incredibly revealing.
Honestly, I had no idea where to look.
"What's... that?"
The woman eyed the massive safe—I'd never seen one like it—with a puzzled glance as I hauled it over.
I plunked it down roughly on the seat and fell into thought.
Reporting to the heroes was good, but if they caught me with the safe, things could get messy.
They even loaded it into the car.
Best to move before the heroes arrived.
Problem was, I couldn't drive.
"...Can you drive, by any chance?"
"Huh? Well... it's just a wardrobe license, but yeah."
"Then let's just go somewhere—anywhere."
Unfortunately, I didn't even have that wardrobe license, so no options there.
Taking public transit with this dented safe would get us reported in a heartbeat.
And she couldn't wander around outside in that outfit either.
The woman gripped the wheel, breathing heavily as if nervous, trying to calm herself down.
I watched her, and at the same time, activated Fetish Emotion LV.2 on her.
Fetish Emotion LV.2
[Fetish: Profanity, Dirty talk, Comics, Novels]
[Level up: Easily satisfies the target's fetish emotions.]
The only change was one thing.
Easily satisfying the fetish of the targeted person.
Short, but it looked powerful.
I was tempted to test it right then, but I held back the urge.
There'd be a perfect chance to use it on Choi Ga-eun anyway, so I'd experiment later.
"Ughhh..."
The woman at the wheel trembled, hands shaking from nerves.
Her wardrobe license and timid nature were synergizing into a disaster.
The road was merciless to novice drivers.
Horns blared from behind, and people ahead stuck their heads out to curse.
We'd driven for about ten minutes, dodging people, when we finally parked in a quiet alley.
"Hoo... hoo..."
The woman panted roughly, head slumped forward.
Her breathing was unnaturally loud.
Was this hyperventilation?
The stress from driving must have hit her all at once.
Even so, it felt a bit excessive.
Her face was flushed deep red.
Her exposed skin—thanks to that skimpy outfit—glowed the same shade, drawing my eyes despite myself.
Was she sick?
"You okay? Hurt somewhere?"
"N-no... well, maybe it hurts...?"
She glanced at me with troubled eyes, lips mumbling like she had something to say.
"What is it? Spit it out."
"...Actually, before those guys left earlier, they forced some kind of drug down my throat..."
"They went that far...?"
I thought they were just loan sharks, but apparently not.
Drugging her too.
What kind of drug, though?
"Any... hallucinations or anything...?"
"No, nothing like that..."
Her eyes were unfocused and dazed, hands fidgeting restlessly, hips swaying slightly back and forth.
Ragged breaths, flushed face, slow and slurred speech.
I'd seen a woman act like this before.
No way the drug they gave her was...
"My body's so hot... and I'm so turned on..."
"..."
My bad premonition hit the mark.
She even tugged at her dress—the only thing barely covering her—trying to strip it off in frustration.
"Sorry... I, ha, just once..."
"...Go ahead."
The moment I gave permission, she yanked the dress aside and began caressing herself.
It was like she'd been holding back forever; she didn't even seem to care about my gaze anymore.
And it was the most intense masturbation I'd ever witnessed.
The moans were unreal.
I'd planned to step out and keep watch, but opening the door now would echo those sounds down the alley.
"Nng... ughh... oooh..."
The moans filled the car, putting me in a lewd mood too.
No helping it.
She was right next to me, lost in self-pleasure without restraint, and her eyes occasionally flicked my way.
Even now, she'd twisted toward me, giving a raw view of her fingering herself.
It was like she was using me as fap material.
"Uht... hng..."
Unlike when she started from arousal, her moans were actually getting quieter.
Her dress and body were soaked with sweat and drool, yet she wore a frustrated look, unable to climax.
"Um... hey..."
"...Yeah?"
I hadn't expected her to speak, so I answered in surprise.
"Help me a little... please..."
I couldn't refuse her desperate, pleading eyes.
It wasn't hard.
Just slide through the naughty comics saved on Han Byul's phone and show them to her.
I'd sneaked a peek at her name when I took her phone.
Basically, provide fap material while she masturbated.
The only issue: to show her the comics, Han Byul had to straddle my lap.
There might've been other ways, but I didn't give her time to think.
"Then, just for a bit... ah♡... s-sorry."
Han Byul slowly lowered herself onto my thighs.
Through the thin fabric, my raging hard-on pressed firmly against her precious spot.
Her sweet voice apologized like it was an accident, but I'd seen her adjust the angle deliberately as she sat.
"Sh-show me this one... slowly..."
Han Byul's phone gallery was... something else.
Like an otaku overflowing with lust.
Full of lewd comics and drawings, it reeked of her pent-up desires.
She pointed to one with a trembling finger—clearly her favorite.
"Okay... uht..."
She resumed masturbating.
That sticky, secretive motion transmitted straight through to my thighs.
It was an extreme comic.
Treating the woman like a mere masturbation toy, spewing rough profanity and vulgar lines.
Yet the woman in it smiled happily.
The title was insane too, now that I looked.
Rape Pure Love.
A bundle of contradictions.
"Just a bit... a little more..."
Despite masturbating harder than ever, the drug's effect kept her from climaxing.
Her sweat-glistened body was reaching its limit.
The heat radiating onto my thighs was no joke.
The car interior was heating up too, amplifying her body heat.
Han Byul staggered from the sweltering air and boiling lust.
She'd collapse at this rate.
I had a way.
I knew her fetish, after all.
"..."
Yeah, this was just humanitarian aid.
After all the crazy stuff I'd done so far, hesitating now was ridiculous.
I brought my lips to Han Byul's ear and whispered.
"Cum already, you pervert bitch."
"Uuugh!... C-cumming... I'm cumming...!"
One phrase, and she convulsed wildly into a massive orgasm.
She even screamed it to me like a report.
Her shoulders shuddered, hips bucked.
My pants got soaked.
But once wasn't enough for her.
"Ha, one more time... please..."
"Horny slut."
"Haht... yesss...!"
Her tongue lolled out.
Just that one line sent her hands into overdrive.
Pinching her breasts, rubbing her pussy entrance, whimpering.
Lewd wet sounds filled the air.
"What a slutty body."
"U-ughh...♡ cumming...!"
Every time my words turned rougher and dirtier, she hit climax easier than ever—like it was unnatural she hadn't before.
And surprisingly, the filthy talk to satisfy her flowed easily from me.
Probably thanks to Min-ji.
Not to badmouth her, but Min-ji had always flung provocative dirty talk my way at random times.
A little adaptation of that was plenty.
About thirty minutes like that.
Disoriented from the drug and heat, climaxing repeatedly, Han Byul finally passed out.
Honestly, more than once I considered just fucking her lewd body right there.
She'd been tempting me between orgasms, after all.
At some point, she started calling me "Master" like I was the protagonist in her comics.
That title was embarrassing yet stirred a man's heart.
But I held back.
For all my talk, she was out of her mind from the drug.
If she were sane, fine—but not like this.
"...What to do till she wakes—"
"What the hell is going on here?"
The door flew open, and a voice rang out.
I looked toward it with wide eyes.
Choi Ga-eun stood there.