Chapter 105
Chapter 105
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 105
Chapter Title: 20th Floor (4)
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All done washing.
I hung up the showerhead and grabbed a towel.
‘Da-eun-chan’s towel that she used!’
It was just a regular towel scented with fabric softener, but for some reason, it felt like her intense body scent still lingered on it.
“Damn, I might cum just from drying off.”
Even if this was an ‘avatar,’ wasn’t the sensitivity way too much?
It was so heightened that it left me dumbfounded.
Not only was the dick small, but it was also premature ejaculation that couldn’t last long, and it shot out an absurd amount of semen. Aside from that, it was utterly useless as a man’s tool.
I carefully wiped off the water.
I barely suppressed the urge to rub my dick with Da-eun’s towel.
“...Da-eun-ah...?”
I didn’t have any spare underwear with me.
So I stepped out of the bathroom with just my lower half covered.
There was no way I could put that semen-soaked underwear back on, and I trusted Da-eun would understand.
“Da-eun-chan?”
I couldn’t sense any presence.
Had she gone somewhere without me?
I glanced around and slowly started exploring her place.
It felt like I’d entered a dungeon.
A real adventure.
I was curious about what Da-eun did around here.
I checked out the living room, then peeked into the dressing room and bedroom.
There were three photo albums on the bookshelf.
Elementary, middle, and high school.
‘...Is this socially acceptable?’
I felt a twinge of self-loathing myself.
Here I was, wearing nothing but a towel, sneaking into some other woman’s master bedroom just to check out her childhood photos.
‘But I can’t just let it slide.’
Since when did I start caring about what others thought?
I’d always lived by doing whatever turned me on.
I’d bungle things and end up bowing my head in apology left and right, crashing rock bottom physically and mentally as a matter of course.
I boldly opened the graduation album.
I flipped through quickly to find Da-eun.
Elementary school—there she was.
Da-eun smiling brightly.
She already showed so much potential, making me wonder if puberty had ended early.
Middle school—there she was.
Her expression wasn’t great.
She stood apart from the group in the class photo.
‘Did she get bullied?’
High school—it was similar to middle school.
All her classmates captured their final teenage years with vibrant, bright energy.
Only Da-eun had a cold, stiff face in the photo.
Da-eun in her school uniform—it had a unique charm.
Then a voice came from behind.
“...What are you doing?”
“Gah!”
The homeowner was staring right at me.
My instincts kicked in first.
I closed the graduation album and hid it.
“What were you looking at?”
Da-eun hadn’t missed my movement.
She tossed the black bag onto the bed and strode over, confiscating the album.
“...I just got curious all of a sudden, so...”
“If you looked, you looked. Why hide it? Got something to feel guilty about?”
She’d been bullied.
Wasn’t that a past she wanted to hide?
Thanks to Da-eun’s nonchalant reaction, I realized there was no need to freak out.
“Just the photos, only photos. I was curious what you looked like as a kid.”
“Yeah?”
Da-eun opened the high school album and found her photo.
She snorted at her nineteen-year-old self scowling fiercely.
“Now give me your thoughts. What do you think of high school me?”
“Uh, um...”
Did I really need to put it into words?
I clamped my mouth shut and dropped the towel.
The avatar’s 9cm dick stood straight up.
“Hm, got it.”
Da-eun nodded in satisfaction at my nonverbal answer, smiling contentedly.
No one would dislike hearing that the person they like got hard just looking at them.
“Anyway, I went to the convenience store and bought some random underwear.”
Da-eun pointed at the black bag.
“Wear it later.”
“Trunks? Or briefs?”
“Briefs. Similar to what you wear.”
She couldn’t match the exact brand or material.
“I’m gonna wash up now. Sit tight and behave.”
“What about the door?”
“There’s a double door at the entrance, so it’s fine.”
Who would have the guts to break into a current C-Rank Hunter’s home?
Probably no one.
“If you’re bored, finish looking at the albums.”
“...Da-eun-chan from ten years ago? I might already cum just thinking about it.”
“Not ten years, you psycho.”
Da-eun snapped irritably and headed to the bathroom.
I killed time lounging around until she came out.
The erect 9cm dick was amusing to watch.
It was exactly twice the difference from my original.
18cm seemed surprisingly big, while 9cm seemed surprisingly small.
‘The size difference is insane.’
Even I, attached to it, could feel the visual and weight disparity clearly.
From Da-eun’s perspective, who’d get pierced by both completely different sizes, how stark would the comparison in masculinity feel?
Especially since mine would seem pathetic.
The more times we did it, the more she’d realize the mask trash’s dick was a hundred, a thousand times better.
But Da-eun wouldn’t admit it.
‘She’ll desperately deny that fact while comforting her premature ejaculation boyfriend, me.’
Knowing she’d never yield to the mask trash made my arousal double.
“Whoa.”
Pre-cum bubbled out.
I wiped it with the towel and waited for Da-eun.
About ten minutes passed.
Da-eun entered the bedroom in just her underwear.
Black lingerie with a striking rose pattern—it suited her perfectly.
“Noona.”
“...Calling me noona now, huh.”
Da-eun’s face flushed pink.
“What do you want me to call you?”
“...My name?”
“Da-eun-chan?”
“Fuck, drop that shitty ‘chan,’ you lunatic.”
Her shy demeanor vanished, her attitude flipping completely.
I liked this side better.
The gap between the Da-eun who treated Park Sun-woo carelessly and the one who submitted to the mask trash...
“Got it, I’ll do whatever you want.”
“Don’t lower your voice. It’s creepy as hell.”
Da-eun shuddered, rubbing her arms.
But her face looked like she wanted more, grinning wide.
“Not bad, though, right?”
“...Not bad.”
I patted the bed.
Calling Da-eun to sit beside me.
Then I confessed honestly.
“That guy told you to film a blowjob video, right? But honestly, I don’t think I can last ten minutes.”
“You can’t even do that?”
“...Yeah, can’t do that either. You’re too pretty.”
Imagine an ugly pig sucking my dick.
Unless it was pathological premature ejaculation, anyone would cum eventually.
That was the limit of men.
Let alone Da-eun sucking my dick?
The one who lasted would be the freak.
‘Unless you’re gay, you couldn’t hold out.’
Thanks to the mask trash, her blowjob skills had skyrocketed.
She’d internalized how to suck dick deliciously, how to draw reactions from a man—it was etched into her female body.
With this avatar’s sensitivity, there was no way I could endure.
“Hm, is that so? Because I’m pretty, it’s too stimulating for you?”
“Exactly. Us men are like that.”
“Not a bad answer. If that’s the reason, I’ll forgive you even if you can’t hold it.”
Da-eun smiled in satisfaction at my response.
I pulled her waist close and whispered.
“So, how about we get a few loads out before filming the blowjob video? I need to prep if I wanna last ten minutes.”
“...W-what? You wanna fuck? Didn’t I say absolutely not back then?”
“Sex is still off-limits between us. We need more time.”
She shot me down again.
Da-eun exploded almost hysterically.
“Then what the fuck do you want?!”
“...The kiss from earlier. A kiss.”
A kiss seemed possible.
“A k-kiss...?”
Our eyes met.
What on earth was she imagining to make her face that red?
“O-o-o-okay. Okay. A kiss, let’s kiss, right?”
“Why are you stuttering like that?”
“W-w-when did I? Don’t bullshit me.”
“You’re only not stuttering the curses, and it’s creepy.”
My heart pounded wildly.
We were both C- and D-Rank Hunters—we could hear each other’s heartbeats if we focused.
Da-eun gazed at me intently and asked.
“...Aren’t you about to burst?”
“Am I the only one? You’re the same, noona.”
“I said don’t call me noona.”
“Ugh, whatever.”
I gently pushed Da-eun down onto the bed.
She didn’t resist my strength and lay back obediently.
As if she’d been waiting, she settled calmly.
“I’m not holding back. Tonight, I’m turning into a wolf.”
“A wolf? More like a dog. Talking shit like that, yeah, definitely a dog.”
I covered her body almost completely.
To hide our tension, we both spouted nonsense.
Hoo, hoo—.
Our breaths mingled, so close they could shatter on contact.
Da-eun, looking up at me shyly, closed her eyes.
Her lips pursed slightly, waiting for me to come closer.
‘Should I touch? Or not? Touch? No?’
My head spun.
‘Kiss and touch at the same time!’
Two birds with one stone.
Talk peace while preparing war behind the scenes.
Kiss while groping her breasts.
Da-eun’s lips twitched.
She knew my face was drawing near.
“Chuu...”
Judging by how much she wanted to kiss me, her lips came forward first to greet mine.
She stuck them out like a goldfish eagerly taking food.
Then the phone rang.
“......”
It was my smartphone.
“...No one should be calling...”
That made it even worse.
Da-eun frowned and asked.
“Who is it?”
“Mom and Dad, Lee Hae-wan, So-ra.”
No one else would call me.
“Fuck, just answer it.”
Da-eun sighed heavily and pushed me away.
The good mood was totally ruined.
‘Whoever’s calling is dead.’
Even if it was my parents.
I checked the blaring phone screen.
Who dared interrupt my happy time?
“Lee Hae-wan...”
You’re sentenced to death.
I’ll kill you no matter what it takes.
“Fuck, hello.”
I answered and spat a curse right away.
─ Ah, Hunter Sun-woo. I’m calling because the schedule’s been adjusted.
“Yes, go ahead.”
Fortunately, it seemed he hadn’t heard my curse.
Lee Hae-wan continued.
─ We were supposed to raid the 11th floor in four days, right? Let’s move it up a bit. Start tomorrow instead. Is that possible?