Finally Crossing the Line
The Clarte Family had set up shop in Calabria, a region in Italy.
The Earth in this novel wasn't much different from the world Ivan had known, but at first, he'd struggled to memorize all the European regions.
'I never even left Korea in the first place—how the hell was I supposed to know them?'
At least the guy he'd transmigrated into, this Ivan, wasn't a total idiot. Small mercies.
Ivan, with Rosa in the back seat, drove to their usual pub.
"……."
Glancing in the rearview mirror midway, he saw Rosa furiously tapping away on her phone.
'...Something urgent she needs to handle?'
Or maybe it was personal business.
Before long, Ivan's car pulled up in front of a rundown building.
Goddess' Tears
The neon sign flickered, announcing the pub's presence.
Ivan got out first and opened the back door; Rosa stepped out naturally and they entered together.
The pub felt more classic than modern.
The old man wiping glasses at the bar looked up, nodded familiarly, and greeted them.
They grabbed seats and ordered their usual.
"Feels like it's been ages since we came here."
"You're right, ma'am. Things have been busy lately."
There were never any slow days, but recently work had come flooding in like the tide.
The boss and underboss had it better since they weren't out in the field. The rank-and-file running around on the streets were dropping like flies amid the groans.
But the pay made up for it handsomely.
Soon the old man brought two glasses of Godfather.
Rosa lifted hers the moment it arrived and took a sip.
Ivan waited a beat after confirming she'd drunk, then sipped his own.
"This feels like the first time drinking with just the two of us, doesn't it?"
"...Yeah, probably."
Digging through the memories, there was no record of drinking alone with her.
"Seems like just yesterday we were the only two in some podunk outfit, and now look at us. What do they call this in the East—격세지감, a sense of disparity between eras?"
"Exactly, ma'am."
The Clarte Family hadn't started out as a powerhouse.
Now they were the strongest in Europe, but their history wasn't that deep.
Which was why plenty of families still held grudges against them.
'The old-school mafias, that's who.'
Those who clung to ancient traditions.
Everyone pointed fingers calling them outdated relics, but they were still a force no one could ignore.
"Back when we were young, you were scrawny with barely any muscle... You've changed a lot. Me too, for that matter."
"……."
She knocked back her glass quickly, then seamlessly ordered another.
Ivan had no choice but to match her pace.
Going slow alone would just invite snide remarks.
"By the way, weren't you the type who couldn't hold his liquor?"
"I'm not great at it, no."
Average drinker, at best.
Rosa's lips curled into a playful smirk.
"A real man should at least outdrink any woman. Makes you wonder if you can even call yourself one."
"...I'll manage."
It felt like subtle provocation, but Ivan brushed it off.
No interest in arguing here.
"You're mid-twenties now—shouldn't you start looking for a partner?"
"……."
"Check around you sometime. Who knows? Your match might be closer than you think?"
Kikikik...
She drained her second glass and laughed it off alone.
Ivan matched her, emptying his second.
'Keeping up is rough.'
Her legendary tolerance was infamous.
She probably planned to get him blackout drunk relying on that rep, then pull something like last night.
'What to do...'
There were ways to defuse this, but did he even want to?
'Even if I give in tonight, she won't stop there.'
Fail today, and she'd ply him with drinks again soon enough until she succeeded.
To end this, he had to flip the board and take control.
"But shouldn't you be looking for a partner too, ma'am?"
"W-what...?"
"It's true, isn't it?"
Ivan decided to drown her instead.
Best defense is a good offense.
'Don't want to get eaten? Then don't dodge—eat her first.'
He hadn't wanted to go this route.
But with no escape in sight...
"We're not that far apart in age, so it felt a bit off hearing you say that, ma'am."
"I have no plans for that... I'm swamped as it is."
"Same here."
Flustered, she kept ordering and downing drinks.
Ivan sipped along, but slower than her.
Their drinking session heated up.
"Urk...."
Deep into the night, they staggered out.
Both wasted, but Ivan more so.
'What a booze hound...'
She'd drunk more, but tolerance won out—no helping it.
At the parking spot, a family member waited as instructed.
Ivan and Rosa piled into the open back seat, and the car soon departed.
"...Head to the boss's mansion. No need to drop me home first."
"Got it, ma'am."
The guy seemed mildly surprised but nodded without question.
The pub wasn't far from the mansion; they arrived quickly.
Ivan half-carried Rosa out as the door opened.
'...I'm drunker, so why am I the one supporting her?'
She wasn't steady either, but seemed in better shape than him.
They stumbled into the mansion and straight to the bedroom.
Should shower, but too smashed to care.
Everything was just too damn annoying.
The bedroom screamed medieval nobility luxury.
'...Lives like royalty.'
Ivan's place was basic; the difference was staggering.
Plop.
He laid Rosa on the bed and turned to leave.
Then—
"Ugh...."
Sudden dizziness hit; his body collapsed onto the bed.
Too abrupt for just the booze.
He racked his brain for the cause—nothing.
Heavy eyelids drooped shut; as something mounted him, Ivan blacked out.
"Haa... haaah...."
The moment Ivan passed out on the bed, Rosa sat up and straddled him.
"Why'd you drink so well tonight... Almost ruined everything."
Her plan: get him hammered beyond waking, ravage him senseless.
But he'd held out better than expected; she'd overdone it riding the vibe.
So while he was in the bathroom, she'd spiked his drink.
Colorless, odorless—made specially for this.
Her head spun a bit, but she was close enough; no stopping now.
Rosa stripped Ivan down to his underwear.
"I've loved you since way back... your body, your personality, everything...."
She rubbed her face against his chest, inhaling deeply.
"Huuuub... huuaaa...."
Like a drug.
She'd snuck sniffs for years without him noticing, but it hooked her deeper each time.
"Body's perfect... face is totally my type. Can't give this up...."
She kept sniffing, grinding her breasts against his chest.
Soft, massive tits squished obscenely, but she didn't care.
Sniffing was all that mattered now.
He wouldn't wake tonight anyway.
"……."
Gulp.
Convvinced he was out cold, the urge to go further crept in.
Stripped, straddled, sniffed—stimulating enough, but greed knew no bounds.
'Just a peek, just a little...'
Not every day like this; crossing the line once wouldn't hurt.
Resolved, she slowly peeled off his last piece: underwear.
As it slid down, thick male musk assaulted her nose.
"Huuuh... nngh...!"
Her lower belly tingled, but she ignored it, stripping him fully.
"...!!!"
Undies off meant seeing his cock—inevitable.
She knew, yet did it anyway.
Big guy, so decent size expected... but this was beyond imagination.
'What the hell, like a python—is this really a dick?'
Not even hard yet, limp—and it could get bigger.
'If that went inside me...'
What would happen?
It'd mercilessly stretch her pussy, scrape her walls, casually press her womb.
Breathing impossible, belly skewered like a kebab.
Cock outline bulging in her gut.
'Okay, seen it—time to put the underwear back on...'
She wasn't going further.
Push too hard and he'd wake—game over for her.
Yeah, that's right...
"Haa... huuuuh...."
Her body disagreed.
Just looking at the flaccid monster made her react.
A little taste couldn't hurt, right?
No experience with men, but porn had taught her plenty.
'...Yeah. This is just checking my subordinate's health.'
She rationalized: duty as boss to manage her underlings.
Yeah. Just that.
Purely professional concern from the boss.
She leaned down, gripped the limp shaft naturally, and began licking slowly.
She dove in eagerly, savoring his cock to sate her selfish cravings.