19+ Drinking Game (5)
Seo Joo-hwan gazed at the two women sleeping soundly and scratched the corner of his eye. Can't push for more. He'd held back from jerking off in preparation for today and even popped some items, so his lust was overflowing. Maybe the booze amplified it too.
Ah, it's 'cause I got hit by the gas too. The girls had climaxed so fast they hadn't noticed, but thinking back, he'd blown his load quicker than usual as well. Now it clicked—they'd peaked even faster because Holy Touch and Pheromone had stacked on top of everything else.
No helping it. Yoo So-jeong and Im Su-jeong had passed out exhausted, without even washing up. With semen still dripping from between their spread legs, more was out of the question. Seo Joo-hwan gently wiped down their bodies and slipped out of the room.
But there was a fair amount of wetness pooled right outside the door.
"Whoa. Almost slipped."
He grabbed a towel from nearby and mopped it up.
"Might as well smoke one."
He snatched up his scattered panties and pants from the living room, threw them on haphazardly, and headed to the terrace. Someone had beaten him there. Sensing his approach, Lee Seok-chan turned and raised a hand.
"Yo, Joo-hwan. Have a good time?"
Lee Seok-chan grinned slyly. Seo Joo-hwan curled his lips in a matching smirk and shot up a thumbs-up.
"Had a blast, thanks to you."
"Heh. Knew you were my kinda guy."
"That line again?"
"Dude, not everyone's into this shit. Plenty try it and end up feeling empty or regretting it after."
"No kidding?"
Regret something this good? Seo Joo-hwan couldn't wrap his head around it and tilted his head. Sure, it got a bit rough, but any guy would love a setup like that, right? Apparently not, from what Lee Seok-chan was saying.
"Feels great in the moment. But afterward? Reality crashes in, leaves you feeling like shit. Kinda hollow, y'know."
"Yeah... fair point."
What was it? Pure sex without emotions just hit different from making love with a partner. He'd felt a twinge of that emptiness himself.
Then a weird thought struck him. Huh? But it was fine with Ji-kyeong and Ha-yeon. Same with Jeong So-ra and Min Ga-hee. Choi Mi-hwa too, even Im Su-hee, who he'd only lusted after physically.
That's when Lucy chimed in.
> [Master is a natural sex demon. Perfect fit for the Lust System's owner.]
Praise or insult?
> [Of course it's praise.]
Sounded like an insult... Seo Joo-hwan shrugged it off. Probably just post-nut clarity from unloading so much.
Lee Seok-chan eyed him and spoke up. "Glad you had fun, but... be careful, yeah?"
"Careful? Outta nowhere?"
"You've hooked up with a ton of girls, right?"
"Only dated Ha-yeon."
"Sex, dumbass."
"Well, yeah."
In less than half a year since regressing, he'd slept with nearly ten women. Lee Seok-chan chuckled and lit a smoke.
"That's why I brought 'em. If they were noobs, I wouldn't have. Once guys get a taste, they hit up rub-and-tugs."
"The same dude who pushed Deok-hoon into it."
"He'd say no anyway, so it was a joke."
"I don't do pros. Rather play like this."
"Heh. Right? Way better. Pros just amp up the emptiness."
Something felt off about his words. Seo Joo-hwan blinked and asked, "Surprising. You feeling empty right now?"
"A bit? Everyone does. Hits hard after. But it's fun, so we do it. Can't make it a habit, though."
Seo Joo-hwan nodded in agreement. Do this too often, and his threshold for sex would skyrocket—no normal thrill would cut it anymore.
Lee Seok-chan continued. "Tangent aside, this kinda high isn't everyday stuff. Guys who get hooked fuck up by chasing pros or stalking girls. Half-assed pursuit blows up in your face."
"Story feels vivid."
"Knew a guy who got snared by a gold digger back in the day."
"Gold digger?"
Seo Joo-hwan reflexively thought of Park Do-hee, then shook it off. She'd seemed like one at first, but turned out to be naively trusting and overly proactive. Besides, with Memory Vault, scams wouldn't stick anyway. Still, he was curious about Lee Seok-chan's tale.
"What happened? Blackmailed him for cash?"
"Yeah, fleeced him good. Like three mil?"
"Holy shit. Three mil?"
The number hit hard—even with his fat bank account, that wasn't pocket change.
"Family's loaded, so he scraped by. Lucky break."
"Who's the guy? Not you, right?"
"Nah, my big bro."
"Ah..."
Seo Joo-hwan shut his mouth. Family stuff? Nothing to say.
Lee Seok-chan burst out laughing. "Snapped out of it now, works at the company. Gets props for talent."
"G-Good for him."
"Kek. Anyway, guess it was meddling for nothing with you. Get it? Hate seeing a buddy fuck up 'cause of me."
Could come off nosy, sure. But Seo Joo-hwan took it fine—Lee Seok-chan meant well.
He chuckled. "Appreciate the concern. But worry about yourself first—you're the player."
"Nah. I'm seasoned—no gold diggers snag me."
Seasoned at twenty-two? Somehow it tracked. What kinda life you lived, Seok-chan?
Seo Joo-hwan slung an arm around his neck, cackling. "Seok-chan."
"Urk. Why so touchy all of a sudden?"
"Call me next time there's a spot like this."
"Heh. Knew you were my type."
"What type's that?"
"Just a perv who loves fuckin', duh."
"Puhahaha."
Under the hazy moonlight filtering through the clouds, the two pervs' bond deepened.
*
Seo Joo-hwan finished his smoke and crashed on the living room sofa. The bed in his room was cramped with Yoo So-jeong and Im Su-jeong, soaked in cum and juices—gross for sober sleep anyway. As he lay there drifting off...
"Joo-hwan oppa, you asleep?"
"Hm? Who?"
"It's me."
Me who? He cracked his eyes. A woman's silhouette. Blinked a couple times to focus.
"Mi-jeong?"
Why was Kim Mi-jeong here, when she should be bunking with Lee Seok-chan? She loomed over him in just her underwear.
"What's up?"
"Uh, well..."
Kim Mi-jeong flushed, fumbling for words. Her ponytail was down, hair cascading cutely.
Seo Joo-hwan eyed her a moment, then chuckled, grabbed her waist, and tugged her close.
"Wanna?"
"...Yeah."
She nodded shyly. No need to drag out if Lee Seok-chan satisfied her or not.
She peeked earlier while I was railing the others. Mid-thrusts with Yoo So-jeong and Im Su-jeong, he'd sensed eyes through the cracked door. The presence vanished quick, but he knew it was her. That doorway wetness? Her doing too. Part of why he'd picked the sofa—hoping she'd show.
Didn't think she'd actually come. If not, he'd make time later. Same department, plenty of chances.
"Mi-jeong, you wanna climb on?"
Things got easier. He stripped, shifted to make space, and pulled her atop him. She straddled without resistance.
Lucky the sofa's big. He reached up, unhooked her bra with a flick. It fell away, revealing solid tits. She ditched her panties herself. Naked now, she lined up his rock-hard cock at her entrance.
"Whoa... it's huge."
And hard. Even after two girls, no give. She ground it against her folds a bit, then sank down slow.
"...Hnnnght."
"Yell loud and you'll wake the girls. Seok-chan too."
Seok-chan waking? No biggie—he'd asked about her during smokes, got a firm "not interested."
But Kim Mi-jeong fretted over it. Seok-chan? Nah, the others said she'd mostly given up. Just embarrassment, probably.
"Hah... so hard to hold back..."
"Here, bite this?"
"Y-Yeah."
He grabbed a nearby cloth rag and stuffed it in her mouth. She took it willingly and resumed moving.
Squelch-squelch-squelch...
Even careful, the wet slaps rang clear. Quiet darkness amplified it. She stifled moans, slamming her hips; he caressed her body. Slow pace, but heat built fast. Pheromone gas long gone, yet excitement scorched them.
"Ngh. Mmph. Ahng...!"
"Hoo. Gonna thrust up too."
"Mmph."
She nodded, cloth wobbling in her mouth. Seo Joo-hwan glanced—eyes widened in dark-adjusted vision.
Fuck, that's my panties. No wonder it felt thin for a towel. He'd made her bite his underwear.
He grinned awkwardly, then bucked up. Unintentional, but the sight was hot—panty-gagged and bouncing.
Squish-squish-squish-squish!
Her body jolted harder. From below, prime view: naked girl, tits jiggling, panties in mouth, moans leaking out.
"Mmph! Hnnght! Mmm... grrm...!"
"Cumming?"
No answer, but her body's spasm told all. She collapsed into him.
Squish-squish-squish-squish!
He thrust fierce, yanking her hips down. Post-climax, she yelped and blacked out.
Spurt! Spurt-spurt!
Who knew how many loads today. Even for him, fatigue crashed in. No energy to shove her off—he shut his eyes. Her soft warmth enveloped him, lulling to sleep.
A+ Rank Talent: Lucky Hand
Three in One Day
10,000 LP awarded.