Black Market (2)
Even after entering the black market, we had to walk quite a ways further.
The problem was the uncle's hands. One gripped my slender waist, while the other rested heavily on my chest.
'Ugh, be a little gentler...!'
Rub, rub. Pinch.
The uncle groped my breasts obsessively, his face twisted in anger.
What had started as a soft pleasure soon spread like wildfire.
Even while walking, whenever he twisted my nipples, my body jerked involuntarily, making it impossible to move properly.
"Ah, hng, U-Uncle...!"
Just like the excuse I'd given the gatekeeper, I leaned against him as if I were truly his slave.
I had to, or my legs would give out and I'd collapse right then and there.
The uncle kept kneading my breasts like they were squishy toys.
Finally reaching my limit, I grabbed his thick wrist with my trembling hands.
"Haa, ngh... Uncle, please... stop now...♡"
He froze.
Only then did he still his fingers at the sound of my quivering voice.
The rough pressure on my chest vanished, but the heat lingering there refused to cool.
Still clinging to his arm, I barely managed to catch my ragged breaths.
"Why the hell did you make that kind of noise?"
His voice was low and heavy. In the shadowy depths of the alley, his face hardened into a fierce scowl I'd never seen before.
His intensity reminded me of a stern father scolding his wayward daughter.
Well, yeah. For a regular cop like the uncle, that slave play must have been a total shock.
'But I had no choice. It was the only way to save you.'
I bit my lip hard and met his eyes squarely.
My face burned with embarrassment from all the pleasure his hands had wrung out of me, but conveying my sincerity came first.
"In that situation... it was the best option. And more than anything..."
I paused to choose my words, then decided to let him know just how much I trusted him.
"It's okay because it's you, Uncle."
Choi Cheolho was a righteous policeman. I believed he wouldn't do anything bad to me, even in a place like this.
"...What did you say?"
His eyes widened in shock at my words.
He clearly hadn't expected that level of absolute trust.
Feeling exposed for spilling my innermost thoughts, I blushed and averted my gaze, twirling my hair idly.
But.
I had no idea back then how my pure trust had been twisted and distorted as it reached him.
We shook off the awkward air and started properly exploring the black market.
The uncle took in the sights and let out a deep sigh.
"Eunha. You sure this is okay? I never imagined it'd be a place like this."
"That's black markets for you..."
It was too stimulating a scene to brush off that easily.
Right as we stepped deeper into Paradise, sticky moans filled the air.
Gaudy lights dazzled the eyes, and the streets hosted all sorts of lewd acts disguised as hawking.
This was leagues beyond the pixelated feel of an 8-bit RPG Maker game.
"This is... less a market and more a back alley."
The academy might allow "healthy" resonance, but this place went far beyond that—for those craving even more extreme thrills.
No need to sugarcoat it.
Paradise was packed with sex and outlandish fetishes that transcended ordinary acts.
And if you had the right info, you could score big here too.
"Don't worry too much. I know exactly where we're headed."
There were heaps of gear not in the original game, but I ignored them all.
My Insight skill gave me the gist of their info.
Take this necklace on the stall right in front of me, glowing with a faint pink sheen, for example.
Succubus Womb Necklace (A): A gem crafted by a depraved alchemist from a succubus's womb. Looks like ordinary jewelry, but it bonds parasitically to the wearer's skin.
Effect: INT +200, massively increased mana recovery speed.
Penalty: Constant heat in the lower abdomen, forced estrus every hour. Can only be neutralized by semen in the womb. Cannot be removed voluntarily.
"...Isn't this insane?"
"Huh?"
"No, nothing. Uncle, absolutely do not touch anything here."
I recoiled in horror after reading the description and backed away from the stall.
That monstrous INT boost, and it was only A-grade? Now I knew why.
Forced estrus... probably way stronger than any aphrodisiac from slimes.
And the only way to relieve it? Semen in the womb. Straight to onahole hell.
The material? A succubus's womb?
Even steeped in hypnosis, turning a womb into jewelry? The world was vast, and weirdos were plentiful.
I narrowed my eyes at the seller, who pointed at the necklace with an oblivious grin.
"Hey, miss! How about this necklace? Suits you perfect—I'll give you a deal!"
"...No thanks."
"Aw, c'mon, just try it on!"
I fled the spot. Who knew what'd happen if it touched my skin.
This world was brutally harsh on women.
I hurried toward my planned destination.
"Found it! This is the place."
After wandering forever, I finally spotted the armor specialty shop.
The reason I came here specifically? One piece of gear that utterly broke the balance.
"Boss, I'll take this one here."
I deliberately didn't say the name. Thanks to my original game knowledge and Insight, I knew what it was, but the shopkeeper didn't.
Libido Skin (B): Mysterious gear of unknown origin. Synchronizes with the user's mana waves, freely altering its form. In base state, it perfectly syncs with the skin for natural movement.
Effect: Physical defense and magic resistance increase proportional to mana capacity.
Rated B-grade, but its performance rivaled S-grade—total cheat gear.
'Hit the right dungeon level, and it's endgame for that bracket. By the true ending, it outclassed most S-grade armor.'
Plus the look customization from form-changing. Tons of Hypnosis Academy players loved it. I was one of them.
Rumors even said devs made it as a cheat for cosplay content.
'Call it battle gear, wrap up tight, and exposure worries are gone.'
No matter the laws against covering up too much, awakener battle suits were exempt.
I cheerfully tossed down 2 million won and headed to the fitting room.
Standing before the mirror, I froze for a long moment.
'...So how the hell do I change its form?'
In-game, a few mouse clicks swapped cosplay outfits. But this was reality.
No one to ask, so I shoved myself into the suit blindly.
"Ugh, it's tighter than I thought..."
The liquid-like Libido Skin had surprising elasticity.
The smooth fibers squeezed my legs, clamping my hips hard.
I threaded my arms in, grunting as I yanked it up over my shoulders.
The moment I zipped the back, a creepy pressure hit—like someone hugging my entire body without gaps. Goosebumps rose.
"Eek... feels so weird."
The legs were a high-leg cut with no fabric there, making it oddly exposed.
I'd definitely put something on. But it felt more naked than bare skin.
A glance in the mirror showed an utterly obscene version of me.
My face flushed hot on reflex.
No clue what material it was, but my skin showed through clear as day. I'd stripped off my underwear to fit the tight suit, so faint pink hints asserted themselves.
Was the suit too small, or designed this way? My sideboobs wouldn't fit, spilling out. The taut fabric crushed my ample flesh, emphasizing it to bursting.
And the cherry on top: mysterious holes right at the chest front.
Pure h-game protagonist attire.
I stared blankly at the mirror, entranced, then snapped out of it.
...Wait, so how do I change the form?!