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If he hadn’t obtained this system, he never would have ended up in a place like this, doing a job like this.
The kind of beautiful women he’d only ever seen on TV, or imagined in his head, were lying beneath him and moaning, while they cried out that his cock was the best they’d ever had.
No matter how many times he saw it, the scene remained unreal—and yet he never got tired of it.
“Ahh… deep. So deep. Nghhh—”
Even just moving his cock inside her made the walls of her pussy tighten and loosen again and again, as if the cunt itself were breathing.
“You’re pretty damn tight. The guys must’ve loved that.”
“Yes. Every man who’s had me loved Hanna’s pussy. I hope I can be your best meal tonight, too. Mmhnn.”
“Then I’ll make sure to eat you properly. Best not to think too hard about it.”
He hadn’t even gone all the way in yet. It still felt like there were three centimeters left before his base was fully buried, and still, he could already feel the wall.
“A-ah— it hurts. You hit the wall… what do I do… huhh—”
Her nipples peeked out from between her disheveled clothes, swollen and stiff, twitching as he pinched them; with pain hitting her from above and below at once, her whole body jolted like a live fish.
“Ahh-hng. Nghhh— ahk—”
At the torment of his thick, veiny cock, all kinds of moans spilled out of her.
“Feels good there, huh?”
“You’re such a dirty flight attendant. You like it because my customer cock is buried in you?”
“Y-yes. Nghaa— I like it. I like it so much. Haaah… Please keep shoving it into Hanna’s slutty little pussy for your passenger!”
The skirt that had been clinging tightly to her lower stomach and showing off the curve of her ass was now bunched up around her waist, trapped by her spread thighs like a makeshift handle.
“D-don’t… don’t stop, keep fucking me. I like being fucked by a customer. I like being dirtied.”
At Yoon Hanna’s plea, Song Hoon took out his phone and started filming the way she was being fucked.
Her skin was smooth and lustrous, as if coated in glaze, and the curve of her hips was pure porcelain.
“You’re scraping me… nghh. You’re dragging against the inside of my pussy. What do I do… this is the first cock like this I’ve ever had. Nghh.”
Every time the head of his cock scraped the walls of her cunt, Yoon Hanna twisted all over the bed.
“I’m gonna cum— nghaa— my womb hurts. Keep jabbing it in there, nghhh….”
The shaft ground against the slick, tightening folds of her sex.
And his release started building.
“Ugh. I’m gonna blow!”
This time, it came on fast. Maybe because of the place. Maybe because of her job.
“Outside… please cum outside. N-no.”
At that, Song Hoon lifted his hips slightly, as if to pull out.
If I pull out and finish outside, that’s minus 10 Sex Points.
Just as Yoon Hanna’s expression loosened in relief—
“Nngh— no… ahhh. It hurts… ahh—”
He drove his cock all the way to the hilt inside her cunt.
Pshhh— shhht—
And spilled rope after rope of hot cum deep into her pussy. At the same time, he rubbed her clit with his fingertips.
“Haaah… ahhnn. That’s cheating…”
After he emptied himself into her, Yoon Hanna trembled all over, clearly satisfied.
“Cock… give me your cock. Please put your cock in my mouth.”
Even with her strength drained and movement difficult, Yoon Hanna twisted her body toward his cock.
“You want it?”
“Yes… please give me your cock, customer… please give Hanna the chance to serve your cock.”
At the sight of her desperately searching for his cock, Song Hoon brought it slowly, little by little, to her face.
Sniff— sniff—
The closer it came, the more sharply Yoon Hanna inhaled, writhing with pleasure.
“Haa… this smell. This is it, I love it…”
She buried her face in the cock, slick with cum and her own juices, and drew in a long breath.
A soft smile spread over her face, the happiness of finally tasting the essence of that scent.
What the hell is this pheromone perfume? It’s practically pouring gasoline on sexual arousal. Damn.
To think an effect like this could happen with just Stage 1.
Then, carefully, she licked the shaft with her tongue.
As if struck by electricity, she shuddered all over, grinning as she took the cock into her mouth in one big bite.
Cum, her own juices, and saliva mixed together, lending it a briny taste, but Yoon Hanna was satisfied with nothing except this moment, right here and now.
She slurped greedily on his cock, savoring it, and sank so deeply into the strange sweetness of that scent that she seemed to lose herself in it.
After a long while of sucking and sniffing, just as his release began building again—
Ghk— ghk—
Song Hoon shoved his cock deep into Yoon Hanna’s throat and filled her mouth with cum once more.
“Hah… hah… are you satisfied, customer?”
Yoon Hanna, drained of all strength, muttered instinctively, still not even thinking to fix her half-stripped clothes.
“What are you talking about? This is just the beginning.”
Song Hoon climbed over Yoon Hanna and whispered into her ear.
“Good… I want to taste your cock more, too.”
Even with her eyes half-lidded, Yoon Hanna’s hand reached for his cock.
“It’s delicious, customer… your cock is so delicious.”
It had only just passed midnight. And there was still more than enough time before Yoon Hanna had to leave this room.
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Song Hoon, leaving the naked Yoon Hanna asleep in the bed, went into the kitchen and gulped down some cold water.
The late-night sex had finally ended at dawn, and Song Hoon considered getting some sleep himself—but there was one important thing he still had to do.
Chime-rattle—
He took the lottery tickets out of the safe. Just like the last time, when he’d made 120, he’d found that taking care of related business during or right after sex seemed to go better, so it had become part of his routine.
“Eighty should be enough.”
If it didn’t work, he’d have to spin a sixty-point die with his stored points.
“It’s a shame there’s no way to see the values at Stage 2.”
Stage 2 value-check item can be purchased for 50 D.P..
“I don’t have the points to buy that yet.”
He’d have to purchase it later. For something like stamina, for instance, or appearance.
He’d need it for raising abstract values like those—absolutely. And it would also be necessary when adjusting other people’s numbers.
Otherwise, it would be like trying to pour water into a glass with your eyes closed.
“Phew… let’s get started.”
He had a total of ten lottery slips, bought individually.
Would you like to invest 100 D.P. into this lottery ticket?
Would you like to invest 75 D.P. into this lottery ticket?
Would you like to invest 85 D.P. into this lottery ticket?
Would you like to invest 75 D.P. into this lottery ticket?
One bust. Bust. Bust.
So 100 Dice Points meant he wasn’t matching a single number at all.
As for the rest, even if they hit, it seemed like he’d only be matching one or two numbers.
“Damn, this is hard.”
He’d tried to infer the winning numbers from how many points were invested, but he couldn’t figure out what kind of structure required Dice Points in the first place.
“If there are six numbers, then each one would be 16.666 points. And it’s weird how they’re divided into five-point intervals.”
He’d tried to use as few points as possible to win.
Would you like to invest 60 D.P. into this lottery ticket?
“Hm….”
After testing all ten slips, the minimum amount of Dice Points required seemed to be 60.
“I’ll invest.”
In an instant, 60 points vanished.
A faint light rose from the ticket in his hand, then faded away.
“That’s… it?”
Unlike when he invested points into his body, nothing obvious had changed, so he was a little confused.
“I’ll store it for now.”
He threw away all the tickets that required 100 points.
He casually tossed the rest aside, then carefully placed the single ticket he had invested points into back in the safe before lying down on the sofa.
The winning numbers would be announced tonight. Saturday, 10:59 p.m.
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“You like it that much?”
“Y-yes!”
Yoon Hanna, wearing nothing but a robe over her naked body, happily stuffed her face with room service and kicked her feet in delight.
She’d fallen asleep near dawn, then woken up late in the afternoon.
“Huh? My uniform….”
When she realized the uniform she’d been wearing so sloppily before passing out was gone, she started stomping her feet in panic.
“I sent it to laundry service. It should be back before you leave. You weren’t planning to wear it home all wrinkled and covered in cum, were you?”
“Reaally? I’m so touched!”
Moved by Song Hoon’s thoughtfulness in even taking care of something like that, she sat on his lap and showered his cheek with kiss after kiss.
“You’re so much more considerate during the day than you are at night.”
“I can turn into the night version even in broad daylight.”
“No more! I mean it!”
Remembering what she’d been put through all night, Yoon Hanna shook her head hard.
If they did it a few more times, she really felt like she’d collapse and not care about work tomorrow or anything else.
“Aren’t you hungry?”
Growl—
Her stomach answered the question for her, and Yoon Hanna blushed.
“Pick whatever you want.”
Song Hoon held out the room service tablet and said, “Order as much as you like.”
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Yoon Hanna, looking blissfully happy, took photos here and there while she ate.
“Do first-class flight attendants get to do this kind of thing a lot?”
“N-no! Never. You absolutely shouldn’t do this. It’s against flight attendant rules. This is my first time too.”
It was truly insane. He had no idea what had gotten into her.
What he could say for certain was that scent—an aroma so overpowering it seemed to paralyze her brain.
“Just seeing a cock and smelling that perfume-like scent made my reason stop working.”
Just remembering it made his face heat up.
“I guess I already had a bit of pent-up sex drive to begin with, but then I kept thinking about it even in the galley. I started wondering what it’d be like to have sex. If they caught me, I’d be in huge trouble. Huge trouble.”
“Hm. So that’s how it is.”
Just as the system had explained, it seemed to act like a kind of stimulant.
The kind that could make someone break the rules.
If this is what Stage 1 can do… then the shop skills are all absurdly effective.
And after saying she’d contact him, Yoon Hanna left with one last deep kiss.
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