If I Need More, I Can Always Get It Later
Kim Nagyeong was thrown off by Song Hoon’s sudden announcement that he was heading to the United States.
Kim Nagyeong hesitated for a moment, then got to the point.
Song Hoon sounded pleased by the title without the slightest bit of restraint, and Kim Nagyeong, hearing that, quickly answered.
Kim Nagyeong grew restless when Song Hoon didn’t answer right away, panicking as if she’d done something wrong.
Contrary to Kim Nagyeong’s worries, Song Hoon wanted to shout with delight. His fist had already clenched long ago.
Nice. That’s perfect. It’s moving exactly the way I expected.
If he wanted to expand the range of women he could meet, he had to cross the fence called Z at least once.
Z girls are kind of low-spec, though.
It was a kind of paper lottery. If he really hit the jackpot, Kim Nagyeong-level. If he picked carefully, maybe B-tier. Most of the time, C-tier.
And of course, there were plenty beneath that too.
Even over the phone, Kim Nagyeong’s voice carried a pink, fluttering sweetness as she muttered.
Besides, he’d already pulled three of them out before, so being able to squeeze out additional points was actually better.
Apparently she was more worried than anything about him getting a girlfriend.
Probably she was worried he wouldn’t be getting enough sex like he had that time.
He doubted that would happen unless there happened to be an S-rank among them.
Even if the percentage was the same ten percent, the point deductions for an A-rank and anything below were numerically different.
What could he do? The more women, the better.
And the more different ways he could fuck them, the better.
What followed that trailing off was probably something like pervert.
Instead of replying, Kim Nagyeong let out a little scream, as if something had just occurred to her.
***
“Not bad.”
Money really did make all the difference.
Of course he’d gone looking for an economy seat, but then he thought, Why the hell would I take economy when I’ve got the money? and bought a first-class ticket instead.
He’d taken plenty of flights over the years, both traveling and for work, but first class was a completely different world.
A dedicated staff member handled everything and escorted him to the plane.
The security screening, too, went a little faster with the staff member accompanying him, and he was able to enter through a completely separate gate and reach his seat quickly.
And once he stepped onto the aircraft, he immediately understood why everyone kept talking about first class.
The spacious cabin, the comfortable interior, and the crew members who simply felt on a different level.
Not bad at all.
Of course, that could mean the service was incredible, but it also meant the flight attendant guiding him was incredible, too.
Her face, her figure, even the light icebreaker she made with him—she was smooth at everything.
She was the kind of woman who made the lower half of his body twitch on its own.
Check rank.
The flight attendant presently guiding him was B-plus rank.
She made a point of not showing any sign that she was close to being a first-rank woman.
Damn. What the hell. Even the pajamas… and the seat are on a whole different level from economy.
His mind kept spiraling further and further into admiration.
A flight attendant, huh.
After imagining himself fucking a flight attendant in his head until it was packed full, Song Hoon opened the shop window.
I’m sure I saw it somewhere.
After scrolling and scrolling, he found the item he wanted.
[Pheromone Perfume (Stage 1): 10 D.P.
It stokes the sexual arousal of anyone who smells the target’s scent and sees their sexual points. It makes them think about having sex with the target.]
The chance would come, for sure.
***
His destination was Chicago, USA.
The city was in Illinois, where he could receive the lottery winnings anonymously.
During the thirteen-hour flight, there was only so much he could do: eat, drink, and sleep.
Sure, there were movies and variety shows on the monitor, but even those got old after an hour or two.
He sipped wine while staring out the window at the empty blackness.
If that’s the case, Jeong Han-ah’s value goes way up.
Jeong Han-ah had been barely D-rank, but once he reached Stage 2, her value shot up dramatically.
Simple enough. From anal sex to threesomes.
Jeong Han-ah was the one who had said that if it was possible at all, she wanted him to put it in without question.
When I get back, I should contact her. Tell her we should try a threesome.
Of course, the woman would be brought by Jeong Han-ah. Ideally one who was pretty and had a good body.
“Unless I decide to tame Kim Nagyeong instead….”
That might taste even better.
And a threesome with cheerleaders? An anal play session? How was he supposed to resist that?
His options were overflowing. It was just a matter of choice.
Knock, knock.
The door opened.
“Oh my.”
Yoon Hanna had come to pour wine, but if it had been any other day, she would never have reacted that way.
She paused for a moment, visibly caught off guard.
But she quickly recovered, smiling professionally as she swallowed hard.
Because while he’d been busy thinking all kinds of things, Song Hoon’s cock had gone fully hard, and the pajama set provided by the airline did nothing to hide it.
But Song Hoon accepted the wine in his glass with complete composure and gave her a slight smile.
Let’s see if it works.
He figured they’d know how effective the pheromone perfume he’d bought before boarding really was by the end of the flight.
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.
Song Hoon met Yoon Hanna’s eyes with a satisfied smile.
“The effect is strong.”
He let out a little laugh.
Yoon Hanna had somehow become much kinder, and every time she looked at him, her face would flush faintly.
Of course, it was only natural that her gaze occasionally slipped down to his lower half rather than staying on his eyes.
The effect is insane. If just being able to stoke them like this is enough and not outright force sex…
The result came immediately.
Just before the long, tedious thirteen-hour flight came to an end, Yoon Hanna stopped by to say goodbye.
She pressed a note into Song Hoon’s hand.
Of course, he planned to contact her right away.
Three days sounded nice and all, but once he factored in the flight home, that really only left today and tomorrow for an overnight, didn’t it?
He checked the note, smiled, and nodded slightly while even waving his hand like a phone receiver.
An overnight in a strange city.
“I should make it the best memory possible.”
An overnight he would never forget.
“First, I should check into the hotel.”
***
“Nice.”
The Peninsula Chicago, in Chicago.
The suite in the hotel he’d booked because it had the best reviews.
“You really did it, Song Hoon.”
Even if he’d gotten it for free, it was still undeniably his, wasn’t it?
The Chicago skyline stretched out before him in the late evening.
It felt strangely unreal. Just half a day ago, he’d still been in Korea.
“Hah… does the Dice Shop have anything related to language?”
He asked just in case.
If he was going to do anything, he had to be able to communicate.
Especially when he was trying to seduce women.
[Language Pack (English): 20 D.P.
…….]
There it was. He bought it immediately.
Suddenly, with a faint headache, his body swayed.
“Ahhh….”
And when the pain vanished, the feeling left behind was simple.
Nothing short of amazing.
Just thinking in English, which had been clogged up a moment ago with no clue what to say, now let words flow out smoothly, as if a blocked channel had suddenly burst open.
Once the language barrier disappeared, he felt confident he could do anything.
After confirming with the concierge, he left the hotel.
A harsh wind rolled in, the kind that made Chicago worthy of being called the Windy City.
A refreshing wind, just like his mood.
“Powerball or Mega Millions?”
As Powerball kept rolling over without a winner, the jackpot had reached $1.56 billion.
In won, that was roughly 2.14 trillion.
Mega Millions was the same: $1.17 billion, or 1.61 trillion won.
“Wasn’t the chance of winning both something like several thousand trillion times one in a hundred quadrillion?”
He’d seen on the internet that the odds of winning both lotteries at once were 0.000000000000000013%.
That was one in 756,482,527,659,573,000.
“Fuck. Should I go crazy and set the record for winning Powerball and Mega Millions at the same time?”
Just imagining it made him laugh, but he knew perfectly well that it had to end as nothing more than imagination.
“At that kind of odds, the investigation would be all over me ages ago. Even one lottery alone is a one-in-hundreds-of-millions kind of thing.”
Besides, attracting too much attention was a no-go.
The best thing, after all, was to enjoy as much sex life as possible while drawing as little attention as possible.
“Yeah, anyway, if I run out of money, I’ll just gather points and win again.”
He wondered if this was what ease felt like.
The sort of ease where someone could look at a lottery win that most people would never land even once in their lives and think: if I need it, I’ll just get it.