The End of the World and Sex Jamming
"How dare you insult me?"
The opening of Gates and the extinction of humanity. In countless web novels, Gates open and close, characters regress or reincarnate, and the protagonists wield nation-level power. But the only powers I had were the ability to have sex with any woman I wanted, and the ability to get stronger when I got aroused.
"Ah... do I really have to go to my part-time job tomorrow? The world is ending anyway. Should I just sell everything and enjoy myself?" I gulped down my beer, thinking about tomorrow's schedule.
Even knowing the world was ending, there was no real way to prepare. Honestly, if it were a zombie apocalypse or a nuclear war, you could at least stockpile food in an empty bunker or barricade your house. But a Gate Apocalypse? Preparing for that was utterly impossible.
Once a Gate opened, you were forced to fight other worlds under battle royale rules. The losers were either enslaved or completely wiped out. No matter the outcome, the Gates would keep connecting to other worlds, and yesterday's victors constantly became today's losers. You had to keep fighting, on and on. While there was bound to be a Gate that achieved ultimate victory, I had never made it that far. And if we lost? Even if we begged for mercy and survived, humanity had no future. The vampires we frequently encountered, for instance, were already busy treating humans like emergency juice boxes. No matter where you hid or what you did, nowhere was safe.
"Well, if a total war breaks out, Seoul will probably go into full-on space-defense mode, so it'll be safe for a little while." In web novels, Seoul is always the first to fall, but in reality, staying in a densely populated area made it much easier to get help than being out in the sticks. It meant you could survive for just a little bit longer—maybe a week or so.
The next morning, after staying up all night—well, staying up all night hoarding food—I rubbed my tired eyes and stepped out of my living room, which was now packed to the brim with canned goods, bottled water, and sodas. Today's gig was a part-time job as a radio show staff member. It was a sweet deal I'd managed to snag thanks to my friend's older brother, Daehyun, who was a famous radio PD. Sure, it was only a one-week gig, but the pay was great, the work was easy, and I got to see celebrities. It was the kind of job everyone else would kill for.
I grabbed a cup of coffee from a convenience store and sipped it on my way. But when I checked the text message from Daehyun-hyung, my face grimaced.
iEspa. A seven-member group where every single member was considered a "visual." They were the undisputed queens of the fifth-generation girl groups. There was a decent age gap between us, and since four of the seven were minors, I didn't have much interest in them. However, as the reigning supreme idols of the era, their fanbase—and their army of toxic, obsessive stans—was absolutely massive.
"Jongun... prepare to bleed today. Some seriously massive, strong bastards are coming..." Just as Daehyun-hyung had warned, the crowd gathered at the open radio studio was terrifying. Skinny guys, fat guys—they were all charging forward like gorillas eyeing a bunch of bananas.
"Uwoooooh!"
"Hey! You crazy bastards, stop! The studio's going to collapse!"
The moment iEspa appeared, the barricades holding back the crowd gave way. As soon as the girls waved, a guy let out a beastly roar and lunged forward, slamming into me and knocking us both to the ground. *Crack, snap.* My precious spine let out a pathetic, high-pitched scream.
"Aaaagh!"
The guy, crushing me with his immense weight, thrashed wildly as he tried to scramble toward iEspa. I barely managed to grab hold of his legs. The rancid stench of his armpits was practically lethal, but if I let go now, it would trigger a catastrophic broadcast interruption. I desperately clung to his waist and belt, pinning him down.
"iEspa! iEspa!"
"You crazy bastard! If you go any further, you're going to end up on the evening news!"
Was it sheer obsession driving him to see them even if it killed him? The motherfucker actually dragged me, a manager, and four security guards along as he crawled forward. He was finally subdued just three steps away from the members of iEspa.
Only after the bastard was dragged away by security did I notice the absolute state I was in. My clothes were torn and tattered, my elbows were scraped raw, and my face had been dragged against the floor while I was holding onto his legs. Blood was trickling down my cheek from a nasty scratch. *Sigh... this barely pays enough to cover the medical bills,* I thought, clicking my tongue. Just then, a soft touch brushed against my face.
"Oh my, are you okay? Your face is hurt badly."
I hadn't been paying attention, so her face suddenly appearing before me caught me off guard. It was a face that seemed to possess all the beauty in the world. She was gently dabbing my face with a handkerchief, her eyes filled with deep concern. *Uh... holy shit.* They say when people are too shocked, they lose their ability to speak. I was so flustered that when I tried to say I was fine, I ended up biting my tongue. "Argh, ugh, ack..." Seeing my face turn bright red from sheer embarrassment, Eun-ah let out an amused giggle.
"You should go to the infirmary. If your face scars, it'll be hard to fix."
Cameras clicked rapidly all around us. The iEspa fans looked so touched by Eun-ah's kindness that some of them even had tears welling in their eyes. Moon Eun-ah—the visual and main dancer of iEspa, daughter of a legendary actor, and the undisputed top visual of the fifth generation. Having debuted at seventeen, she was now twenty-two, her beauty in full, radiant bloom. She smiled softly as she wiped the blood from my face. As I stood there dazed, a manager grabbed my shoulder and yanked me down.
"Hey, what are you doing? Get down."
"Ah, yes. I'm going."
After getting treated at the station's infirmary, I returned to the studio, only for PD Jang Cheol-yong to call me over.
"Hey, what the hell is wrong with you?"
"Excuse me?"
"If Eun-ah goes out of her way to do that for you, you should have reacted properly in front of the fans, you dumbass! Are you completely brain-dead? Do you think we do these open broadcasts for fun? Where do you get off spacing out like a crazy bastard? Are you fucking playing with me?"
For a second, I didn't understand what he was raving about. But then I caught sight of Moon Eun-ah staring at me from a distance, her eyes cold and sharp. *Ah, so that's how it is. I'm getting chewed out because of her.* She was looking at me as if I were a piece of trash. I never knew such a beautiful face could contort into such an ugly, disgusted expression.
"Hey, where are you looking, you piece of shit? If iEspa's agency gives me grief because of you, are you going to take responsibility? Huh? Are you going to take responsibility, you motherfucker?"
PD Jang Cheol-yong went on a furious tirade about how important the Big Four agencies were to him, and how much of a loss it would be if XM idols stopped appearing on his show. In the end, the matter was only settled after I practically groveled on my knees to apologize to Moon Eun-ah. I would never forget the last words she whispered to me.
"Fucking beggar. Absolutely zero goddamn tact. Ah, seriously, so fucking annoying."
The angelic Moon Eun-ah from TV was nowhere to be found. How could someone who smiled so angelically transform like this? Rather than being angry about getting cursed out, I felt a wave of bewilderment and dizziness wash over me. In the Broadcasting Station Restroom, Daehyun-hyung patted my back.
"Hey, don't let it get to you."
"I'm not."
"There are tons of two-faced celebrities in this industry, not just one or two. Honestly, Moon Eun-ah is actually on the milder side. Some of these kids barely in their twenties get pampered so much they treat staff like actual slaves. I'll make sure you get paid properly for today."
"Thanks, hyung. I'm fine, you can go back to work."
"Hang in there. I'll talk to PD Jang Cheol-yong and make sure your pay is taken care of. I'm really sorry, man."
"Don't worry about it. Why are you apologizing? It wasn't you who yelled at me."
"I wanted to look out for you, but... sigh. Alright, once I become a powerful PD, I'll definitely take care of you, okay?"
I couldn't bring myself to tell the hyung patting my shoulder that the world was going to end very soon. He would probably never get the chance to become a head PD, and Moon Eun-ah would never get to enjoy her massive fortune. Honestly, the only reason I even showed up for this part-time job was because I couldn't break a promise to a close friend. In reality, I had wanted to just no-show and stay home jerking off. I wanted to put my house on the market, try high-end omakase, travel abroad, and do everything I'd never gotten to do.
"Ah, what a reality check."
Dammit, the Gates were about to open, and my only abilities were getting stronger when aroused, and having sex with whoever I wanted if I jerked off? Scattered memories flashed through my mind, making my head spin. *Wait... the ability to have sex with whoever I want if I jerked off?* I smirked as I recalled the skill I had forgotten about: Sex Jamming.
"Hyung, you're busy, right? Sorry, go back to work."
"Yeah, I should. Get home safe, and I'll make sure your pay is deposited as soon as possible. Go on."
"See you later."
After he left the restroom, I opened my status window to confirm that Moon Eun-ah was still inside the broadcasting station.
Name: Moon Eun-ah
Age: 22
Status: Ordinary Human
Reading the information on the status window, I resolutely unzipped my pants.
The B2 restroom of the radio station. Connected directly to the underground parking lot, this restroom was famous for being practically deserted. Three minutes later, Moon Eun-ah walked into the men's restroom, her eyes completely vacant.
"Why am I... here? What... did you do to me...?"
Consuming one day of my lifespan to have wild, messy sex for two hours. Moon Eun-ah looked utterly bewildered, but she couldn't stop herself from walking right up to me.
"Hey! What is this?! Why am I doing this—hey!"
She dropped to her knees in front of me. Her sharp, cursing voice was instantly replaced by the wet, sloppy sound of her sucking on something. I ignored the muffled protests that occasionally slipped out between her greedy, disgusting slurps.
*The* Moon Eun-ah was sucking my cock. Watching her—the girl who spoke to millions with a sweet, angelic voice—wrap her mouth around my shaft was pure ecstasy. Soon, my seed erupted. With her mouth full of my warm cum, Eun-ah's eyes welled with tears.
"Hey. Swallow."
At my command, she gulped down the semen. Her face immediately crumpled, and tears began to stream down her cheeks.
"You son of a bitch... you bastard... I'm going to report you to the police! You motherfucker!"
I remained completely unfazed by her tearful, venomous threats. I didn't know how long I had left to live, but honestly, if I sacrificed just three more days of my lifespan, she would forget everything she did and why we even had sex. So what did it matter? It was a powerful mind-control ability stripped of all utility except for sex. Feeling a surge of absolute omnipotence, I ordered her to suck it again.
By the second round, Eun-ah's mind was in complete disarray. *Why am I sucking this bastard's cock? Why can't I stop?* Yet, she began to suck it with even more gusto than she had with BTTS member Riwon's dick not too long ago. Her body flushed hot. To Eun-ah, the cock of this lowly broadcasting station slave tasted far better than Riwon's tiny, pathetic excuse for a dick. She eagerly licked around Jongun's glans with her tongue. Her hips twitched as she let out choked, gagging noises. A massive load of cum erupted right onto her face.
"Ugh, I'm cumming!"
Along with Jongun's groan, thick white ropes of semen splattered all over her. Eun-ah shrieked as she realized the clothes she had to wear for the broadcast were getting soaked.
"You fucking lunatic! This is my stage outfit!"
"Yeah, I don't care."
Jongun shoved his even harder, throbbing erection back into her mouth. The face of the girl hailed as the cutest in the world contorted as she gagged violently. After being forcefully throat-fucked for about a minute, Eun-ah coughed and sputtered, spitting out the thick shaft that had penetrated all the way down her esophagus.
"Cough! Hack! Blegh!"
"Eun-ah! Where are you? The show is about to start!"
The voices of female writers echoed from outside as they ran around looking for her.
"Please, let me go... I'll do it next time, okay? I'll do it again later..."
I still didn't like the venomous glare in her eyes.
"Hey. Present your ass."
Obediently following Jongun's command, Eun-ah's body forced her to place her hands against the restroom wall and hoist up her skirt. She tried to resist, but her body, completely enslaved by Sex Jamming, was already spreading her cheeks wide.
"Stop! I said stop! Hey!!!"
Pulling down her safety shorts, Jongun slid her panties aside and pushed his thick head into her tight slit. She was obviously no virgin, but Jongun was thoroughly enjoying the tight, warm interior of the nation's most coveted idol.
"Mmm, Eun-ah's tight little ass grips so well..."
As he hammered into her mercilessly, Eun-ah's screams gradually dissolved into sweet, high-pitched moans.
"Ahhn! You motherfucker... ahng! You bastard, why is your dick so fucking huge...?"
Her eyes were completely unfocused as her body bucked against mine. Forced sex in a public restroom. The staff members searching for her outside never imagined she would be in the men's restroom, and their fading voices only served to heighten her arousal. Eun-ah, now completely out of her mind, turned around to kiss and lick me. She pushed her small breasts forward, begging me to suck them, her hips writhing and twitching like a wild mare.
*Ah, it feels so good... you bastard, it feels too good...* Normally, anyone would wonder why the dick inside them was growing larger and larger, but Eun-ah was no longer capable of coherent thought.
And then, the climax. Eun-ah's mind went completely blank as she rolled her eyes back in a mind-melting orgasm. The cutest idol in the country, who had been in the spotlight since her days as a child actress, was now squirting and pissing herself at the peak of her pleasure. White semen began to ooze out of her pussy, dripping down her thighs past her pulled-down black safety shorts and pink panties. I had filled her up to the absolute brim. Watching Eun-ah twitch as she continued to squirt, I pulled out my phone, snapped a few photos, and let out a deeply satisfied smile.