Adultery Addiction (2)

Elena narrowed her eyes at the terminal screen, unable to even guess what lay ahead for her. She tilted her head.

"Siwoo. It's just light... nothing shows up."

At her reaction, I let out a quiet sigh of relief inside. The worst-case scenario—someone else fiddling with the terminal—was something I absolutely couldn't allow. I'd make damn sure it never left my body, but the anxiety lingered. That's why I'd casually shown the screen to her, someone who barely knew Korean. From her response, it seemed ordinary people like her couldn't even perceive the terminal's contents, except for me.

I cranked ethics, morality, and self-control down to 0%. Then I pushed the libido level well above 50%.

I'd never gone over 50% with Mom or Ju-hee. Because every time...

...that warning popped up. But this time, I ignored it and dragged the slider higher. It hit 60%.

The moment it did, Elena's body went rigid. Outwardly, nothing seemed different from before, but inside...

A moment later, she gasped for air, barely regaining her senses. The AC air felt chilly, but her body was instantly drenched in sweat.

"Hot... Siwoo... it's too hot here."

Clutching her chest, Elena panted heavily. Through her thin silk dress, I could see her heart pounding wildly.

"Haa, haa... something's wrong. My stomach... feels squeezed tight. Like I'm dying."

I didn't stop. In Sensory Sensitivity Detailed Control, I tweaked her sense of smell too.

Just like with Ju-hee: affinity, addiction, and sensitivity to my scent as the admin. Ignoring the warnings, I cranked it to 60%.

Elena lost all reason and lunged from her chair straight at me. She dropped to her knees between my legs and shoved her face right into my crotch.

With self-control at zero, her status meant nothing. She sniffed wildly, rubbing her face against my pants. Her trembling hands gripped my thighs tight.

"Siwoo... smell good. Too good. Head... feels weird."

Her already clumsy pronunciation slurred even more under the crush of lust and pleasure.

"Elena, you said you wanted to get closer, right? This is how."

At my low voice, she looked up at me. Her sweat- and heat-soaked face was blatantly obscene.

"Very... good way...♥"

I watched her nuzzling my leg and sniffing for a bit, then picked up the terminal again. 60% made her libido surge so hard it dulled her brain. No real difference from 50%, just way too focused on the smell. My finger grabbed the slider and pulled it higher. 70%.

Her body swayed and collapsed to the floor. Her spine arched like a bow in a grotesque curve.

"Hrrghiiiit—♥"

What burst from her lips was more beast than human. Veins bulged starkly against her pale skin, and her blue eyes swam unfocused in the air.

"A... ahhh, Siwoo... save me, please save me. Feels like dying."

She clawed at the floor and crawled to my feet. But her movements had no goal. Unlike Chae-eun, who'd gotten sex knowledge transmitted via her chip, people in this era had lived ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠without real ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠sex ed. Even with her brain-melting lust, she had no clue how to relieve it. She just instinctively rubbed her heated body against my pant leg.

Squelch, squish. Her thin dress was soaked from her body's heat and juices, a total mess. Clinging to my knee, she twisted her torso, slamming her thighs together, groaning like an animal. Waves of gut-wrenching pleasure crashed through her, but clueless on release, she writhed in pathetic, desperate agony.

"Siwoo... here, this place too weird. Hot things... poking, stabbing inside. Please...."

Squeezing her breasts, she whimpered tearfully. Swept by the primal urge to pounce, yet ignorant of how, she just buried her face in my thigh and mumbled.

"Friends... need help..."

"Friends. Yeah. Gotta help friends."

I chuckled softly and reached out, grabbing her breast.

"Hkkuuht—♥"

Her head snapped back, eyes rolling white. She'd groped herself earlier, but not like this good. She turned back to me, face a mess of tears and sweat, drool dripping from her open lips onto my pants. Yet her eyes sparkled with anticipation for more pleasure.

"S-Siwoo. That just now... too good. Elena needs more... help friend."

I stood from the chair, dropping my pants and underwear. My rock-hard cock sprang free, shifting the living room's she-beast scent to something primal.

"Elena, need this maybe?"

Her head jerked up at my murmur. Her totally unfocused blue eyes locked between my legs. A small gasp escaped her lips. Censorship blurred it, no knowledge of handling it, but instinct screamed it was her only salvation.

"Ah... aaaah!"

She lunged with a bestial cry. As her open mouth neared my cock, my finger pressed her forehead firmly, stopping her.

"Smell it first."

At the commanding order, she froze, panting. Like a fully tamed dog, she pressed her nose to my cock and inhaled deeply.

"Snnnnuuup—!!"

Face buried in my crotch, she sniffed desperately. Her chip-amplified smell seared my faint sweat, the musky pre-cum hint, and raw male musk deep into her brain.

"Haa, haa... Siwoo... smell, the smell... too scary. Too... good♥"

She sniffed along my shaft. A drop of clear Cowper's fluid from the tip fell onto her philtrum.

"Nnghuuuuht♥"

Her back arched bow-like again. Her translucent-white skin flushed crimson, eyes rolling up to show only whites. Her whole body convulsed in seizure. Her pussy squirted juices, splattering a puddle on the floor. Shuddering in aftershocks, she slumped against my knee, rubbing her cheek.

"Haa, haa... haaa...♥"

Through sweat-matted blonde strands clinging to her face, her hazy, unfocused eyes looked up at me.

"Siwoo... can't take it. Really now... no Siwoo smell, I... die. Not enough... need more smell. Elena needs."

"Hm."

Despite her begging, I calmly stroked my chin.

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"Up to now, that's friend-help territory. Go further, and it's not friends anymore. Could betray your husband. That okay?"

I knew the ending but wanted to hear it from her lips. At my teasing question, Elena nodded fiercely without hesitation. Tears, snot, drool flew, but no one here would call it dirty. The word "betray" lit her face with desperate need; she grabbed my hand and pulled it to her breast.

"Husband... betray... don't care! He doesn't see me! Doesn't hold me!"

Her voice trembled violently.

"Not his wife anymore! No Siwoo smell, can't breathe! Please... please make Elena yours! Siwoo smell... way more important than husband! Aaaah...!"

Then the terminal buzzed. Checking it, a new alert had arrived.

I burst out laughing as I read the alert. This app always delivered more than expected. I checked the entry.

"This is it. Thought it'd just activate existing stuff. But there's more. Gotta work hard."

"Uuuh. Siwoo... stop ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠that, focus on friend."

At Elena's whine, I finally turned back to her.

"Ah, sorry sorry."

I reached out with my free hand and ruffled her hair.

"Yeah. But thinking about it, losing my first friend here would suck too. Let's stay friends."

I pulled her up and sat her on the sofa beside me.

"Friends..."

She mulled the word over and over. Even with her brain melted by lust, her first friend in this country was too precious to lose. She beamed.

"Good! Friend who makes feel good!"

I hiked up her skirt and pulled down her panties. Her bald, slick pussy glistened with juices. I pressed my cock against it.

"Too friend-like. Let's be sex friends?"

I slammed my upright cock straight into her pussy.