The Essence of Karma
The room was thick with the scent of Chae-kyung’s pussy and ass. If anyone walked in right now, their face would turn bright red. There was no way they’d miss that smell. Later, Jin Ha-yeong would catch a whiff of it and realize exactly what had happened between the protagonist and Chae-kyung. She’d come by Room 504 as a casual visit, only to breathe in the unmistakable mix of cock, cunt, and the lingering musk of a freshly fucked woman.
She’d probably think, “Her husband left for work early this morning… so who the hell was she with?” Then the scent of Chae-kyung’s pussy clinging to my body would give it away. Once she figured it out, she’d beg me to do the same to her. A married woman, six months pregnant with her husband’s child, yet so sexually frustrated she’d spread her legs for me anyway.
She’ll let me fuck her too. I’d never slept with a pregnant woman before, but the thought alone was insanely arousing.
I kept pounding Chae-kyung’s dripping cunt while my middle finger drilled deeper into her tight asshole.
“Haaaang!”
She finally broke. Her ass convulsed violently as I lost control and erupted inside her.
“Ugh!”
With my cock buried to the hilt in her pussy, I pumped thick ropes of cum straight into her womb. At the same time, my middle finger twisted deep in her ass like I was turning a screw. Chae-kyung squirted uncontrollably, her massive tits jiggling wildly as she collapsed with a wet thud.
When I turned her onto her side, her eyes had rolled back completely. She was gone. She’d passed out cold after gushing all over my cock and taking a massive creampie. I felt a deep sense of satisfaction.
“Hoo… That was good.”
After draining every last drop, I slowly pulled my cock out of her. Shlorp. My thick, rock-hard shaft slid free like a giant pickled radish, leaving her pussy hole gaping wide open before it slowly began to close. Thick, milky semen poured out in a steady stream.
When I withdrew my finger from her asshole, the pretty pink ring winked shut, folding back into delicate wrinkles. Staring at the mess I’d made of Chae-kyung’s ass, I felt an overwhelming wave of satisfaction and accomplishment.
So this is what the protagonist felt like. He always wore that same satisfied grin after fucking her senseless.
But… could I really just leave him alone like this? What if it came back to bite me later? The sudden worry hit me hard.
What if that bastard came back later with some new “special perk” and stole Chae-kyung and all my women? The thought of getting NTR’d myself terrified me. Of ending up as the cuck in my own story.
“Killing him would be the safest option.”
Should I just end him? Then I could live without fear. No more worrying about my women getting taken. Killing him would be easy. I could lure him to the villa, finish the job, and bury the body in the flowerbed. Inside this building, I was absolute. No one would ever know.
But actually murdering someone… even I hesitated. It felt too heavy. I’d probably have nightmares. I still remembered the bloated corpse I saw floating in the Han River as a kid. That image had haunted me for decades, and I hadn’t even been the one who killed him. If I actually murdered someone, that memory would follow me to the grave. I’d have nightmares for sure.
So killing him was off the table.
“It’d be nice if the protagonist got gender-swapped instead.”
If he turned into a girl, I could shove my cock up his new pussy and ass. I could fuck him senseless and even knock him up. I wasn’t usually into TS stuff, but turning the protagonist into a woman? That sounded perfect. I wouldn’t be the one becoming a girl, so who cared?
What would it feel like to bully and degrade a female protagonist? It’d probably feel fucking amazing. I wanted to see him crying while getting railed on my cock. I wanted to see his new pussy too. A gender-swapped protagonist would definitely have a ridiculously pretty cunt.
And if it ever felt too weird, I could just pretend he was his own twin sister and pound that pussy anyway.
I reached up and touched the Manager’s Hat still sitting on my head.
“Hey, hat. Devil? You there?”
No response.
“Can’t you turn the protagonist into a woman? Or rather, how do I change a man into a woman?”
I really wanted to make the protagonist female. If I couldn’t kill him, I’d turn him into my personal pussy slave instead. I wanted to brutally fuck both his new cunt and asshole. TS wasn’t my thing, but if the result was insanely hot, I could get behind it. And since I wasn’t the one turning into a girl, it didn’t matter.
What would it feel like to torment a gender-bent protagonist? It sounded incredible. I wanted to watch him sob while getting impaled on my dick. I bet his new pussy would be gorgeous too.
Suddenly, a voice echoed in my head.
One million.
“What?”
The answer came out of nowhere. One million. One million what? Points?
“What do you mean?”
Karma. One million Karma. That is the price to change gender.
Karma… So it was possible. But one million? How much was that, really?
“You’re not telling me I have to fuck a million women, are you?”
The Manager’s Hat had already told me to sleep with as many women as possible. That must be how Karma was generated. The devil inside the hat fed on it. We were basically in a symbiotic relationship.
I will show you.
Suddenly, a vast torrent of information flooded my mind. It felt like I was staring into the endless expanse of the universe, filled with countless charts and records. My vision spun.
“What the hell is this?! My eyes—!”
It was too much. It felt like I was looking at an Entropy Record that stretched on forever. My head spun so violently I thought I might throw up. It was like hurtling through space at lightspeed.
“Huk… haa… haaa…!”
The moment passed. I braced myself against the bed with both hands, gasping for air. Fuck, I nearly died. This thing really was a devil from the cosmos. The scale was insane. It felt like the Akashic Records or something. The information was so vast I couldn’t take it all in, but I caught the general idea.
Fucking one woman generated roughly 10 to 20 Karma. The devil inside the Manager’s Hat took it all. It was literally his food. He sustained himself by feeding on the Karma created from me devouring pussy. What a disgusting parasite—living off the sexual energy of women’s cunts.
How dare you!
“Ah, sorry!”
I apologized immediately. No need to piss him off and get screwed over.
But one million Karma? That would require fucking anywhere from fifty thousand to a hundred thousand women. That was impossible in a single lifetime. Even the greatest sex demons in history couldn’t pull off that many before dying from exhaustion.
You will not die from exhaustion.
“Oh, so no death by orgasm? That’s a relief.”
No wonder I never felt drained no matter how much I came. If I died from shooting my load, I couldn’t generate more Karma. So the hat had maxed out my sexual stamina as much as possible.
Even now, Chae-kyung was passed out face-down, her pussy and asshole still on full display. She’d been completely worn out from getting her cunt pounded and her ass fingered at the same time. Most women could only last twenty to thirty minutes before they started pissing themselves and begging for mercy.
I chuckled at the sight of her messy ass and slid my middle finger back into her asshole. It went in easily. Even unconscious, her sphincter had gone completely slack. Yet her asshole still instinctively sucked on my finger, gently nibbling and squeezing. It was pure female instinct. Whether it was a pussy or an asshole, once something entered, it welcomed it.
I swirled my finger around inside her ass, and her pussy below began to twitch and spasm, pushing out the thick white cum I’d pumped into her earlier. It was like pressing a button. Stimulate the ass and the pussy squirts out semen. I couldn’t help but laugh.
The greatest beauty in the entire Welfare Villa, reduced to showing off her filthy asshole like this. It was almost a shame to enjoy it alone.
“One million Karma is impossible. Even if I fucked until I died, I’d never reach that. Isn’t there another way?”
Come to think of it, maybe that was why the protagonist kept sleeping with so many women in the original story. The webtoon never showed this devil, but he must have instinctively realized that constant sex powered up the hat.
Stimulation. Endless stimulation. That is Karma…
With those final words, the devil vanished. I could feel its presence disappear.
I kept my finger buried in Chae-kyung’s twitching asshole, slowly rotating it as I thought.
I think I get it now. Stimulation. The thrill of fucking a virgin. The thrill of stealing a married woman. Mother-daughter pairs, sisters, all of it counted as stimulation. The more taboo, the stronger the Karma.
Fucking a virgin gave several times more Karma. Fucking a married woman gave even more. After all, she belonged to someone else. And nothing tasted better than another man’s wife. That was why Cao Cao only ever went after other men’s wives. Even if there were plenty of virgins around, other men’s wives were simply more delicious. So he spent his entire life relentlessly hunting them down.
He really knew how to eat. He understood that stolen goods always tasted the sweetest.