Performance Bonus
Grind... squish—. “Hah...!”
No matter how many times I thought about it, this was such a weird situation. ...I was just eating tteokbokki. How did I end up grinding my ass against a dick? And why did this keep happening over and over?
I didn't know, but whenever I snapped out of it, things had somehow turned out like this. So this time, I just wanted to get it over with quickly—but there was one problem.
Squeeze—.
“Nngh...”
It was the moaning right in my ear that had started a little while ago. Hearing it so close from behind was making me feel strangely good, too. And unlike yesterday, when only one person could get stimulated, this was a whole different story now.
It's... it's squeezing my pussy every time I move...
Exactly—every motion rubbed against it, sending jolts of pleasure straight to me.
“Eut...”
“...What's wrong?”
“N-nothing...”
If this kept up, I was the one who'd lose it. At this point, grinding with my ass didn't seem like such a great idea after all. So as a stopgap, I decided to change the subject.
“B-by the way, why was the hiring condition 'cute girl'?”
“Huh? What brought that on..., hngt.”
“D-did you do it on purpose? To make me do stuff like this? R-rub your dick like this?”
Yoon Yerin struggled to keep talking amid my constant movements.
“N-no, it's not like that. I just wanted someone delicate...”
“Delicate...?”
“Someone stronger than me could be dangerous...”
It was such a practical reason that I had nothing to say.
“Then...”
Squeeze—.
“Ahut...!”
“Why is the closet full of the same clothes?”
A pointless question. But they really were all so similar, so I was curious. Even now, the outfit I was wearing looked just like Yoon Yerin's.
“Nngh, that's... just 'cause they're comfortable...”
Another perfectly reasonable explanation—I was out of comebacks. But I had to keep talking somehow. If I stopped, weird noises would slip out, so I had to keep going, keep going.
“Nngh...”
Yeah, sounds like that would come out, so stay sharp...
...Huh?
“...Lee So-yul-ssi?”
I'd zoned out for just a second, and a thin whimper escaped my lips.
“What was that sound..., ahng...!”
I couldn't admit that I'd let out a moan while moving myself. So I mumbled something and ground down even harder on her dick.
“Ah, are you close yet?”
“Y-yes, it's... coming soon...”
“Then hurry up and cum already? Th-this is sneakily tiring, you know?”
“Nngh, but it's not like I can control...”
Grind, grind—.
“Eut, w-wait...!!”
Squeeze, squeeze—.
“W-wait, if you press now...!!”
Squiiiish—!
“Ahng♡♡♡♡♡!!”
Splurt—, sploosh—.
Sploosh—, splurt—.
“Haaah...♡♡♡”
Her dick erupted under the pressure of my weight, semen bursting out like it was exploding. An enormous moan echoed from behind, and Yoon Yerin's body leaned into mine. As it did, the soft, squishy feel of her breasts pressed against my back, and I could sense the ongoing twitches vibrating through her.
When the vibrations finally stopped, the warmth of her cum seeped onto my ass. It had even trickled inside my thighs.
It's so hot...
I only got up from my position once the last spasms died down.
“...Feel refreshed?”
“Yes...”
Yoon Yerin had already turned her head away to answer. Her head was turned, but the bulging dick on her thigh and the semen were still right there.
“...I-I'm gonna go shower.”
Only then, as the afterglow faded, did she say she was going to clean up.
“Ah, then I'll do the dishes.”
“...Okay.”
She paused—.
“...Oh, I left my phone on the table during the body check yesterday. I charged it for you, so feel free to use it.”
“Ah.”
Oh right, the phone. With everything that'd happened since I got here, I'd totally forgotten about it.
“Thank you...”
Yoon Yerin said that and vanished like a shot. I watched her go, then hurried to start on the dishes.
“A hundred percent.”
By the time I finished the dishes, my mind was full of thoughts about the phone. I turned it on, and sure enough, the screen showed 100%.
“Not a number you'd see from a power bank. It must've fully charged while I wasn't looking.”
The sweet taste of electricity after so long. A cheap charger had nothing on a proper fast charger.
“No way news has updated, obviously...”
So, the community was probably my only option. Tap.
I logged into the Survival Gallery to check on the outside world. It'd only been a day, but it felt like forever.
“It's even more depressing than last time...”
The gallery was a total wreck. The recommended posts were packed with despair and negativity, and the rest reeked of gloom. A living hell, plain and simple.
“Still tons of posts about the Angel.”
I tapped on one that caught my eye.
The lucky bastard chosen by the Angel must be living it up right now, huh? Eating delicious food, taking hot baths... I'm so jealous it's pissing me off. Anyone know the Angel's address?
The post I tapped was overflowing with envy and jealousy. Especially toward the person the Angel had chosen, not the Angel herself. It made my skin tingle, and the reason was simple.
H-honestly, it feels pretty damn good.
These people envied me, and yeah, it really was that good. Right now, even. They were probably shivering somewhere, choking down hard scraps (if you could call them food), but not me. I was lounging on this warm floor, and I'd had tteokbokki for breakfast.
“Hee hee... I-I had tteokbokki...”
My lips kept twitching into a grin, and a dumb laugh bubbled out.
...Makes me wonder what would've happened if I hadn't been picked.
Not that I was curious. I didn't want to know. Obviously, I'd have been trapped in that semi-basement, starving my ass off. Compared to that, ending up here was insane luck, even now.
“Turning into a girl has its perks.”
...But what if she kicks me out?
I bolted upright, my goofy grin vanishing into sudden anxiety. Why was I so emotionally all over the place? No idea, but unease flooded me anyway.
“N-no way, right? I just have to do the chores well?”
Nod, nod.
“Yeah. She even said my cooking's good, and I handle her dick well...”
For a second, it hit me that I'd jerked her off more times than I'd done actual chores, and that felt weird.
...I'm not gonna end up just doing that, am I?
Anyway, the outside world was still chaos. I closed the gallery and looked around for other chores.
“Even for two people, there's not much to do. Might as well do laundry early...”
Zing—.
“Eut...!”
Just as I went to check the laundry basket, a sharp tingle shot through my lower half.
No way, again...
Sure enough, peeking into my pants, there was a little wetness.
“Why does this keep happening...”
I knew the answer even as I asked myself. It was obviously because of what I'd just done. Hell, I'd ground on her dick so blatantly—it was only natural.
“...Gotta do something.”
Before I got weirder, I subtly rubbed my thighs together. Anything more would show, so I'd tough it out like this.
“J-just until dinner... then I can use the showerhead like yesterday...”
But could I hold out? I was already fidgeting like crazy—how?
No way I could endure this easily. Before I knew it, my fingers had slipped inside my pants, fiddling with my pussy.
“Hnght...”
...Another weird noise slipped out. I'd almost gotten caught by Yoon Yerin earlier—that was close.
Maybe I should've taken care of it properly last night before bed. Who knows. Right now, all I could think about was touching it more and more.
But...
H-how do you even touch this thing properly? Just poking around randomly wasn't helping at all...
Shouldn't genitals all work basically the same? Right?
It's just getting more frustrating...
What should I do? How do I make it feel good? How do I...
“...make it feel good?”
“Hiiik!!”
A voice whispered right in my ear, startling me half to death. It was Yoon Yerin.
“...Lee So-yul-ssi, what are you doing right now?”
“N-n-nothing...”
They say you can't talk straight when you're too shocked. Guess it's true—words wouldn't come out.
“...Were you maybe masturbating?”
“N-no, it's not that...”
“It's okay. Better to be honest in times like this.”
Embarrassed, I covered my face with my arms, but she stopped me. And then, as you can see, I confessed the truth.
“...A little.”
“Pardon?”
“J-just a little itchy, so I touched it. Not masturbating or anything...”
When I glanced at Yoon Yerin after saying that, a bad feeling rose up. Her eyes were sparkling right at me—maybe that's why, or maybe I was just guilty.
Crash—.
“Ugh!?”
By the time I came to my senses, she'd tackled me.
“Wh-what are you doing?”
“Felt like you needed help.”
“What do you...”
Slide—.
“Ahut!?”
“You're soaked. Like, really soaked.”
“Th-that's not...”
“You know? When you were shaking your ass on top of me earlier...”
Yoon Yerin leaned in close and whispered in my ear.
“I could feel such a warm, wet spot left behind.”
“......”
My mind went blank—I had no idea what to say. I'd kept denying it verbally, so should I just say it was a misunderstanding?
...Grind—.
But this body was blocking that idea with all its might. It was just telling me to stay still.
“I get it. You're human too, and I've put you in a tough spot.”
Rub—.
“Eut...”
“So no need to feel weird about it. Remember what I said earlier?”
“What...”
Then Yoon Yerin's hand slipped inside.
“Ahng...! W-wait...!”
“...Performance bonus. I'll give it to you right now.”