EP.94 The Next Morning
The next morning, the moment I opened my eyes, I grabbed my phone to check the time—and that's when I spotted the message from Seo Jubin.
Moving prep complete.
Vehicle arriving at 10 AM.
"......???"
I was floored. We'd only talked about it late last night, and in just a few hours, she'd found a place and handled all the moving logistics? The No.1 hero's assistant was beyond superhuman. No, this went past competence into outright obsession-fueled madness.
Well, can't blame her. She probably hated the idea of villains rolling around in my cramped apartment.
I sat up. No way I was making it to the office if we were moving at 10. Time to text Team Leader Choi Yura.
I hit send, and the reply came almost instantly. Normally, she'd blow up at this—last-minute notice on the day of? Career suicide. But the response was surprisingly chill.
It had that snippy edge, sure, but it felt more disappointed than pissed.
One good fuck and now she can't even pretend to be mad at me like usual.
I smirked and fired back.
And the knockout punch.
That sealed it. My touch was like a drug to Choi Yura—she couldn't resist.
A snort escaped me at her boss trying to play coy.
Bad thought, but damn, this is why power trips are addictive.
Time flew, and by 10 AM, the black van and moving truck from Seo Jubin pulled up. Not much stuff, so packing was quick.
"All set—hop in."
Yupia, Lilith, and I piled into the van. It cruised through central Gangnam into an upscale neighborhood walled off by high fences.
"We're here."
The driver opened the door. Stepping out, I gawked at the massive two-story standalone mansion. A sprawling lawn stretched across the yard, and state-of-the-art security cameras dotted the tall walls.
Whoa... this is the place she hooked us up with?
My jaw dropped. I'd pictured maybe a 1,000 sq ft apartment at best—this was a fortress. Perfect for blocking prying eyes while living in luxury inside.
"Whoaaa! This is insane!"
Yupia bolted first, flinging open the front door and charging in.
"All this is mine? For real?"
"It's Seo Jubin's house, not yours. Don't get delusions. We're mooching—and even that's a blessing."
I followed, scolding her, but she ignored me, bouncing on the plush living room sofa.
"So squishy! Huge too! Rolling around here would be the best!"
"Master! The kitchen's like a stadium!"
Lilith yelled from the kitchen. Island counter, built-in fridge, top-tier appliances—a chef's paradise for her.
"Cooking here would be so fun! I'll make you tons of delicious stuff, Master!"
Her tail spun like a propeller as she beamed. Watching the two villains frolic was oddly heartwarming... and already noisy as hell.
"Alright, gather up."
I clapped in the living room center. Yupia and Lilith scampered over, lining up in front of me.
"First, room assignments." I pointed to the stairs. "Master bedroom upstairs is mine. Next to it—Yupia, yours."
"Hell yeah! Right next to the perv stud!"
"Seo Jubin might drop by for work, so the upstairs study is hers. Don't barge in."
Yupia's face soured a bit, but what could she do? Actual owner and all.
"First floor for you, Lilith—the room by the kitchen."
"Yes sir!"
She lit up at being kitchen-adjacent.
"Rest of the rooms stay as guest space. For any visitors."
Not that I'd invite many, but better safe.
"Rules are simple. No invading my upstairs bedroom without permission."
"Whaaat? Why not!"
"Privacy. And now everyone has their own room—no sneaking in at night uninvited. Only when I call. We agreed on that before, right?"
"...Fine."
Yupia pouted.
"And the big one." I gestured at her baggy shirt. "House is bigger now, but no stripping everywhere. Tons of windows—people could see."
"Got it, naggy."
Right then—
"Moving crew coming in!"
The door swung open; staff hauled boxes. Seo Jubin's handpicked agents, no doubt, but still outsiders.
"Hot in here."
Yupia, "helping" sort boxes, started fanning herself with her shirt—then yanked it off without a thought.
Nothing underneath. Her pale naked body gleamed: massive tits swaying, smooth hairless pussy on full display in the middle of the living room.
"Hey!!!"
I yelled in horror. Movers behind her flinched, averting eyes.
"What the hell!"
I dashed, snatched a blanket from the sofa, tackled her, and wrapped her up tight.
"Mmph?! What—it's stuffy!"
"Are you insane? Everyone can see! I said wear clothes!"
I dragged her bundled form to the corner.
"It's hot! And those guys are probably that glasses bitch's minions anyway! She'd handle it so no leaks—big deal if they see!"
"Rules were just laid out—want me to kick 'em out? Strip only in front of me if you wanna!"
"...Huh?"
She froze. Peeked her head from the blanket gap. Eyes sparkling.
"Only in front of you?"
"Yeah. Don't flash that body around."
Did I just claim ownership? Her face lit up. She reached out, hugging my waist from inside the blanket.
"Hehe. Got it. Only for you from now on."
In the chaos of movers, an S-rank villain groping me under a blanket in the corner. Sweat beaded from the risky thrill.
*
By afternoon, the move wrapped up; the crew left. Just us three in the huge house as night fell. I lounged on the living room sofa with a beer, garden view poetic through the window.
This successful life vibe? Even if the price is my cum.
Footsteps from the stairs. Yupia descending—not in my baggy shirt. A deep purple silk slip clung to her curves. Thin straps precarious on pale shoulders, black lace trim accenting her cleavage. Hem barely skimmed her thighs, fluttering with each step to tease her sleek legs.
"Not asleep?"
She sauntered over, tail swishing.
"Can't sleep."
"Why."
"House too big. Kinda scary."
Lame excuse as she plopped beside me.
"Can't sleep alone. Feels like ghosts or something."
An S-rank villain whining about ghosts. Obvious ploy, and we both knew it.
"So?"
"You must be beat from moving."
She slipped a strap off her shoulder. It slid down, half-exposing one breast.
"Gotta give you a housewarming gift for this upgrade, right?"
She wedged between my legs. Silk whispered against my thighs, her heat seeping through. Hand to my pants.
"Lilith's asleep. Just us."
She whispered seductively.
"First night in a new place... skipping it would suck, yeah?"
Her fingers unzipped, slipped inside. That familiar, electric touch—I set the beer down.
No reason to refuse. I was curious too: sex in this big strange house—what would it feel like?
"Fine, housewarming fuck since it's the first night. Don't expect this every time."
I feigned annoyance, wrapping her waist.
"Gotta inaugurate the place properly."
Her eyes curved into crescents. Then she pounced, lips crashing into mine.