Experiment (2)
Even to the question Ju-hee barely managed to squeeze out, I stayed completely relaxed.
“Perfume? Nah, I don’t wear any. I sweated my ass off just getting here.” I shrugged with the most innocent expression I could muster, playing dumb.
Her eyes widened in utter disbelief at my casual toss-off. Not perfume? This sweet, alluring, cock-stirring scent? Just plain sweat smell...?
Her gaze locked onto the thick beads of sweat rolling down my neck.
“Then...” Her lips quivered. In a total daze, she murmured, “So this smell right now... is just a young guy's sweat and body odor, this sweet and sticky...?”
The moment she realized that the body odor she'd always dismissed as filthy grime her whole life was actually the ultimate aphrodisiac melting her brain.
“Probably?” I replied, running a hand through my hair.
Whoosh—the hot rush hit her nostrils with an intense wave of scent.
“Hngh...!” Her lower body bucked hard once.
A wet squelch echoed as sticky fluid trickled down her thighs onto the wooden table.
“Ugh...” Her hazy pupils now burned with feverish heat, fixed on me. Her lips twitched like she desperately wanted to say something.
Ju-hee was going insane, jumping out of her skin. This first taste of ecstasy in thirty years, this aching need—and the source of it all was just chilling like nothing happened.
Meanwhile, as I pulled out my wallet to pay, sweat dripped down my forehead, tracing my face. A bead clung precariously to my chin before plopping onto the floor.
Staring at the tiny mark on the concrete, Ju-hee swallowed hard. Her heart raced, chest heaving wildly. What if that sweat had fallen right in front of her nose? No, into her mouth—how much sweeter and thicker would it be?
Whirr—the old fan spun lazily, but even the TV droning in the background couldn't drown out her gulping.
Despite her blatant reaction, I calmly held out the money. “Could you ring me up? The ice cream and ice are melting.”
Snapped back by my voice, she tore her eyes from the sweat stain. “R-right, yeah. The total... gotta ring it up...”
But she just kept mumbling “total” on repeat—her eyes and mind glued to my body.
Her trembling hand rose slowly. The instant her fingertips brushed my hand gripping the bill...
Her last thread of sanity snapped.
Grab—! Her pale hand clamped my right wrist.
“Whoa, boss lady, what's up?” I asked with a sly grin, knowing full well.
No room for answers. Instead, she yanked my wrist toward the table, throwing my upper body off balance. As I toppled over the counter, she buried her face straight into the sweat-soaked center of my chest—like she'd been waiting for it.
She gasped huge, like surfacing after holding her breath underwater. Snnnniiiifff—haaaah—nose and lips mashed against my damp T-shirt, she started inhaling raggedly.
The amplified male pheromones slammed her brain unfiltered.
“Ha! Aaaah...! Aaaaaahng—♥” Each breath made her body seize like lightning-struck, convulsing wildly.
“G-gonna cum, aaaaaahng! Aaaah! From the smell, hngggghuuut♥” Pure brain-melting bliss—her first orgasm ever.
“Haaaaaaaahng—♥” Her fingers dug into my shirt like she’d rip it off, knuckles white. Eyes rolled back completely, whites glaring. Mouth gaping, clear drool splattered down, soaking my clothes.
“Haaa, snnff, huuuuaaaah—♥” Her hips thrashed madly. A fountain of juices erupted from her short shorts, streaming down her bare thighs to puddle the table.
“Haaa... ungh, aaah...♥” Still glued to my chest, she shuddered violently. Her hot, wet breaths seeped through the shirt to my skin. Now a total spaced-out idiot, drooling and nuzzling like a tamed pup—tongue out, licking till the fabric was drenched.
I burst out laughing at the sight. At just 50%, she was like this. If I’d ignored the app’s warning and cranked it to 100%, what the hell would’ve happened? A chill ran through me, mixed with stupid curiosity.
And that nagging doubt till the end? The terminal, the app—they were real. Grandpa wasn’t crazy or bullshitting. With this...
I could do anything.
Gazing down at Ju-hee still clinging and quaking against my shirt. Sweat-matted hair stuck to her neck, ears flushed beet-red. The neighborhood supermarket owner was dead. In her place, a bitch in heat, brain fried on her master’s scent—wiggling her ass instead of a tail.
I grabbed her sticky, sweat-slick hair roughly. Yanked her head back from my chest by force.
Her face was a masterpiece. Eyes unfocused, half-rolled back with glossy whites. Gaping lips trailed sticky saliva like spiderwebs, dangling from her chin. Yet her mouth corners curved up in bliss. No hint of displeasure from the hair-pull—just desperate longing as my scent pulled away.
I chuckled. “Boss lady. I asked for the total—what’s this?”
“T-totaalll...” Couldn’t even answer properly.
I pressed. “My smell that good? Turned into a total bitch, huh.”
“Haaa... haaa, ngh, haaaang♥” No real talk possible.
So I started simple. “What’s your name?”
“J-Ju... Ju-hee... ee, heee...♥” Tongue lolling like a tranquilized animal, total haze.
Her rational defenses? Vaporized by my body scent churning her brain.
“Lee Ju-hee.” I nodded, eyeing her tits. Reached out and grabbed one heavy mound.
Squelch—squish—the rubber-ball bounce and scorching heat filled my palm. Even the prominent nipple poking through her thin top felt vivid.
But her reaction? Lukewarm compared to the sniffing. “Ngh, hng...” No bitchy moans or frenzy—just a flushed twitch.
Then it hit me. I hadn’t touched tactile settings in the app. She was numb to touch, way more than normal.
No disgust, though. Bonus: proved the app’s control was ironclad.
Right. Play with smell only for this setting.
No more holding back.
I yanked her hair instinctively, dragging her head to my crotch—right to my dick.
Her eyes bulged. Even through fabric, the raw male scent hit hard.
Panting, her nose flared wildly. “Snff, snffsnff... haa, aaah, aaaht♥ The smell...♥”
Like zeroing in on the bliss source, instinct took over—she sniffed like a maniac.
I dropped my pants and underwear together. My rock-hard, raging cock sprang free.
The fishy, thick male heat flooded the stuffy shop air.
“A-ahh...♥” She sighed in awe, head inching closer like magnet-pulled.
“Hngut...♥” Eden chip censored it to pixelated noise in her vision, but her maxed-out smell didn’t lie. Blocked sight made her nose feral-sharp.
The cock pheromones dwarfed my sweat—brutally potent. Thoughts of living forever just sniffing this. Paying any price for it lifelong.
Her face finally pressed my dick.
“Haaaa... ungh, haaaa...♥” She rubbed her face on the mosaic blur. Soft white cheek slapped against my throbbing shaft side.
“Aaaang♥” Skin-on-skin: a shiver-inducing sweet, sultry moan. Scorching heat, veiny rough texture, dizzyingly thick scent pierced her whole body.
“Sniiiifff—haaaaa...♥” Deepest inhale yet. Body quaking.
One breath, one orgasm. Drool poured from her lips with each, trickling down my shaft to drip-drip onto the table in a sticky puddle.
Rubbing an invisible cock, cumming from scent alone, slobbering—that wasn’t a woman. Pure vulgar, slutty bitch.
Panting and drooling, she looked up blankly at me. Desperate eyes begging for more.
I read her plea easy. Only one next step she craved.
“Good girl. Suck it.”
She snapped her head up.
“Hnum—chuuuup—haaang—♥” Virgin mouth or not, instinct drove her—jaws wide, shoving my cock greedily down her throat.
“Chp, churrup! Jjuuwap, churrrrrup—♥” Wet slurps echoed through the rundown shop.