7. Narcotic Fellatio
I pressed my lips against Lee Ji-soo's drooling mouth without holding back.
Her already loosened lips parted naturally like automatic doors the moment we touched, welcoming my tongue.
"Heuu... Chuu... Hyeup..."
The hot, wet slurping went on for a while.
Every time she inhaled, the scent of strong liquor wafted from her mouth, growing thicker as it filled my nose.
"Chup... Juup... Heee..."
Midway, I opened my eyes and caught sight of Ji-soo's hazy expression.
I slowly sucked in the slippery saliva before pulling my lips away.
"Chuup..."
A long silver thread stretched between us.
I wiped the corner of my mouth roughly with my thumb and looked down.
Ji-soo was gazing up at me, her mouth slick and wet.
Her pupils were dilated wide.
Her face grinning stupidly.
Even her tits were fully exposed through her clothes.
It reminded me of some drugged-out junkie I'd seen before.
"Damn, sis, you're totally fucked up."
"Hehe... He, heee... Kiss..."
I kneaded Ji-soo's squishy tits like she was a whore, grabbing the liquor glass from the table.
Right as I went to down it in one go, I sensed someone approaching.
I swallowed the booze down my throat and turned my head.
"Whoa..."
Sera with her bleached white hair stared at me, her face saying she'd witnessed something precious.
Next to her, Yoon Kang-chul—already wasted—was nodding off, head hovering over the table like he was debating whether to face-plant.
I smirked, poured booze into my empty glass, and held it up to Sera.
She looked intrigued as she started filling her own glass.
"Wanna do a shot, sis?"
"Sure... why not?"
Sera raised her glass toward me.
We did a remote cheers over the air and chugged.
After setting the glasses down, I checked my phone buzzing away.
A little '1' had popped up over the Uhwa Doong-doong app.
'What the hell?'
I tapped the app, and my status window came up first, followed by an achievement completion notice below.
First Kiss Achievement! +5 Points
Experience Gained!
'Experience?'
A quick check showed the EXP gauge under my status at about 10/100.
Huh, I'd known this shit existed, but...
Even forcing it counts as an achievement or quest? This app's more generous than I thought.
I checked the quest tab next.
Daily Quest: Receive Oral Service - 1 Point
It was the one from earlier in the day—seemed too basic to bother with, figured buying it off wouldn't cut it.
Glancing at Ji-soo twitching and trembling as she surrendered her body, a grin crept onto my face.
'Hmm. But how the fuck do I get oral here...'
Grab her head and shove it in, sure, it'd work somehow...
But Yoon Kang-chul's eyes were a problem. Sera might shrug off a kiss, but sudden head? She'd freak.
"Hmmm..."
First day on the job tomorrow—maybe pushing it too far?
I got some social face to keep.
Right then, wasted Yoon Kang-chul staggered to his feet.
"Ugh, I'm dying..."
"Oh! Oppa, you're up! Want me to mix you some honey water~?"
"Huh? Nah. I'll grab it. Oh yeah, get one for lil' bro too?"
He rubbed his temples hard, head pounding, and looked my way.
I forced my twitching lips straight and played it cool.
"Nah, I'm good, hyungnim. You have it."
"Yeah...? Man, it's wild. How do you drink like that?"
"Haha. A real man can't go down to a little booze, right?"
"Ugh... Tsk..."
Yoon Kang-chul grabbed his jacket and shuffled toward the door.
Even snagged his phone—vibes said he'd be gone at least 10 minutes.
"Hang tight, bro."
"Sure."
The door creaked open.
Yoon Kang-chul stepped out.
Now partnerless, Sera lounged on the sofa, sipping canned green tea and scrolling her phone.
'That's right. That's how it works.'
This industry's all solo play anyway.
Better to ace your own partner and manage the guest than awkwardly butt in with cringy bullshit—that's top ace status.
Remembering Sera was an ace, I grabbed the wide cushion from the sofa corner and wedged it against my thigh.
Instantly, it created a sloppy blind spot from Sera's angle—no clear view of what we were doing.
I stroked Ji-soo's head buried in my chest.
Carefully, I undid my jeans buckle.
Not about anything else.
Just didn't want awkward bullshit if someone noticed.
Word travels a thousand miles without legs, they say.
In this gossip mill of a nightlife scene, first day out and Ji-soo slurping Pig Hyung-chul's dick? Him lapping it up?
I'd pass on that trash title.
Shh.
Jeans and boxers tugged just to my thighs.
My stubby 10cm baby dick throbbed hard.
I grabbed Ji-soo's hair and slowly guided her down to my crotch.
"Ung...?"
Like a baby seeking mom's tit, her head dipped toward my cock.
Dim lighting.
A perfectly sealed room.
Soon, Ji-soo's mouth tentatively engulfed my dick whole.
"Jurrrurp..."
'Fuck, shit.'
My body shivered hard. Just her mouth on my dick and I'm shaking?
Super sensitive? Or no experience?
Pig Hyung-chul's cock was brutally honest to pleasure.
I gently stroked Ji-soo's head as she drooled rivers, working my dick.
She rolled her tongue like it was candy, devotedly sucking and licking my glans.
"Haum... Jurup... Jup... Juup..."
Every touch of hot, sticky saliva on my glans dulled my brain like numbness setting in.
I pinched her thick nipples, tugging and rolling.
Her already sensitive body jerked reflexively from the intense stim.
But the more she did, the more devoted her sucking got.
"Jurup... Jururup... Jup..."
Like a robot that learned sucking dick made her feel good.
"Huu..."
A heavy groan slipped out from the thick pleasure.
Glans already beet red.
Balls twitching, aware of impending cumshot—like a volcano on the verge.
I glanced over; Sera was sneaking peeks, pretending not to.
The slurping was getting loud.
Not planned, but unavoidable.
Our eyes met.
I grinned at her, put a finger to my lips—signaling to shut up and stay quiet.
She looked a bit miffed, averted her eyes.
Probably cursing me inside.
'You'll get it soon enough.'
I sank my head back into the sofa, gripped Ji-soo's hair, rocked her head back and forth slow—then couldn't hold it and blew my load.
Blub, blub... Spurt...
Hot liquid gushed relentlessly into her onahole throat.
I timed it with Sensory Disturbance, pumping in extra dopamine.
She might forget by tomorrow, but from now on, swallowing my cum would feel good.
Her brain might not know, but her body would remember unconsciously.
"Huu."
I grabbed Ji-soo's head—still sucking my stretched-out dick post-cum—and forced it up.
Lipstick smeared on her mouth perfectly captured her sleazy fate.
I grabbed tissue, roughly wiped her messy mouth.
Then activated the ability again, reeling back all the disturbed senses so far.
Thud.
Ji-soo collapsed onto the sofa like she'd passed out.
I casually fixed my pants, pulled two 50,000-won bills from my pocket, and handed them to Sera.
"Here, sis."
"Huh...?"
Sera took the cash without even pretending to refuse.
Then shot me a puzzled look.
"Take care of me from now on?"
"...Huh? Me too...?"
She answered without grasping the meaning.
But it didn't matter.
Shoving the bill quick into her cigarette case? She'd figure it out tomorrow.
Creak—
"Ugh, killing me. Bro, more booze?"
"Nah, time for shimai."
"Alright, let's go. Grab some grub downstairs, say hi to the crew."
"Sure. Oh, Sera sis? Take care of this one?"
"Uh... Yeah!"
The bone soup joint on the main street by the shop's first floor.
We ordered gamjatang right away and finally got to introductions.
"Say hi. This is Deok-ki. And this is Hyung-chul."
The second Yoon Kang-chul finished, Yoon Deok-ki shot up, bowing sharp.
I gave an awkward smile and stuck out my hand.
"Nice to meet you. Yoon Deok-ki."
"Yeah, Kim Hyung-chul here. Take care of me."
Deok-ki gripped my hand hard once, sat, and stared right through me.
Yoon Kang-chul grinned satisfied, scooped gamjatang with a ladle, and spoke slow.
"Deok-ki's a bro I've known since my street days. Was in Yeongdeungpo, transferred here. Dude's all fists, no clue on this biz yet. Take him around, show him the ropes, Hyung-chul."
"Uh, sure... whatever."
"And Deok-ki."
"Yes, hyungnim!"
Deok-ki straightened ramrod stiff.
"Treat Hyung-chul like me.
"Treat Hyung-chul like me from now on. Got it?"
"Understood, hyungnim!"
"Not lip service. Can't always be glued to the shop. Can't dump it all on the madam either. When I'm gone, Hyung-chul is me. No slacking 'cause he's young. Clear?"
"I'll keep it in mind, hyungnim."
Deok-ki snapped a stiff reply to Kang-chul's warning.
Kang-chul nodded, loaded a big scoop of gamjatang meat and passed it to Deok-ki.
"Can't fistfight forever. Let's make bank together this time. That's why I asked Hyung-chul."
"Yes, hyungnim."
I sipped water, eyeing their vibe.
My assigned thug sidekick.
180cm, judo-build tank.
Yoon Deok-ki: my watchdog eyes from now on, heavy blade to handle messy shit whenever biz got complicated.
Wanted to slip him a few 50ks for grub...
'That'd fuck me up, right?'
Pig Hyung-chul's barely-20 ass pulling that first day? Even with hyungnim, wouldn't end pretty.
"I'll toast you proper! Kang-chul hyungnim! Hyung-chul hyungnim!"
"Go for it."
"Do it."
The drinks kept flowing.