If You Need Power... I'll Give It to You

If you need power… I’ll give it to you.

I happily pulled the Manager’s Hat out of storage and slipped it onto my head. Squeeze…

“Huh?”

Why the hell didn’t I feel anything? The protagonist had definitely twitched and jerked like he’d been hit by lightning the second he put it on. Yet here I was, standing like an idiot with nothing happening.

What the fuck is this? Why isn’t it working?

I was genuinely shocked. Nothing. Absolutely nothing happened to me. Wait… don’t tell me—

“It doesn’t activate because I’m not the protagonist?!”

So extras don’t get the special perks. How is that fair? What kind of bullshit discrimination is this?

I kept taking the hat off and putting it back on, testing it over and over. Still nothing. After a while I got exhausted and finally snapped.

“Goddamn it!”

I hurled the Manager’s Hat to the floor.

“This is too much. Extras aren’t even human now? We don’t deserve perks? Everything’s only for the protagonist?”

I was furious. Was I really supposed to live out my life as a pathetic extra? Watch my wife get NTR’d, jerk off to her pregnant ass-fucking, then just leave the house? What kind of fucked-up story was this?

“No. This won’t do. If I can’t use it…”

I’d burn the damn thing. If I destroyed the Manager’s Hat, the protagonist wouldn’t be able to use its power either. Let’s be honest—turning every woman in the villa into a cock-slave in real life was impossible. Even cult leaders couldn’t pull that off. Maybe after months or years of grooming, but instantly turning women you just met into cum-guzzling pussy slaves? No one could do that. Not unless you were a god.

So if I burned this hat, the protagonist couldn’t steal my wife. He probably couldn’t even fuck his own aunt without it. The hat was the only reason his aunt spread her legs for him. Total water pistol without it. Pure cheat item. Otherwise why would the hottest women in the villa give their pussies to a jobless discharged soldier? There was zero reason.

I grabbed the Manager’s Hat and left the storage room. I needed to burn it fast. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠I took the elevator down to the fifth floor and went inside my place. I headed straight for the bathroom to set it on fire, but I don’t smoke so I had no lighter or matches. Maybe just rip it up?

I tried cutting it with scissors.

“Ugh!”

It wouldn’t cut. No matter how hard I yanked, the hat stayed perfectly intact. I went to the kitchen and stabbed it with a cleaver. Not even a scratch. What the hell was this thing made of? Was it actually indestructible?

The protagonist had called it a devil’s hat after he fucked his aunt. Maybe it really couldn’t be destroyed…

Out of options, I grabbed my card and headed to the convenience store. I bought a lighter and found an empty lot where no one would see me. I held the flame to it for a long time.

Of course it didn’t burn. Not even a hint of smoke. No scorch marks. Nothing. This thing was completely fireproof. Should I just throw it away?

But what if the protagonist found it later? My wife would end up pregnant and her asshole wrecked. Even if I tossed it in the Han River, I had a feeling he’d somehow recover it and put it on. If this really was a devil’s item, throwing it away wouldn’t do shit.

With no other choice, I put the Manager’s Hat back on my head. I clasped my hands together and prayed.

“Please give me strength. I don’t want to get NTR’d. I already got NTR’d in real life—I don’t want the same ending here. Please save me!”

I really had been NTR’d before. Or something close enough. The girl I liked for years got taken by another guy. I don’t know if she ever liked me back, but I still lost her. That trauma made me swear off liking women again. What if I fell for someone and got her stolen too?

So I chose the coward’s path. That’s why I spent my days reading 19+ adult webtoons… because at least there I wouldn’t get NTR’d. But now it looked like I was about to get NTR’d even here.

“What do you want? An offering? A sacrifice? I’ll give you anything—just let me use this hat…”

I kept praying. I had no choice. Without the perk I was just a pathetic extra named Jo Isang. I had to try anything.

And then—!

“Huk!”

No way. A real voice spoke inside my head!

“Y-yes! I need power!”

“Thank you!”

I didn’t know what was happening, but it said it would give me power. I was thrilled, but then—

Ah, shit. Of course there was a catch. It gave the protagonist the hat for free, but I had to earn it.

Still, I listened to the deep, heavy voice. What kind of terrible condition would it be? It was probably something insanely difficult and fucked up…

“……Eh?”

What the fuck. Just fuck a lot of women? That was the condition?

“That’s all I have to do?”

I asked in confusion, but the heavy voice gave no further reply. I walked out of the empty lot and trudged back toward the villa.

“Have sex with lots of women? So that’s how the protagonist conquered the entire villa?”

The protagonist had slept with dozens at minimum. No—counting all their relatives, friends, and acquaintances it was easily over a hundred. Sisters, mother-daughter pairs, sisters-in-law, mothers-in-law, daughters-in-law—he’d fucked every single woman he could. The only one he hadn’t touched was his own mother, and she never even appeared in the story. She only showed up as dialogue during a phone call with Choi Hyeon-jeong while he was balls-deep in her little sister.

Choi Hyeon-jeong had been talking to her big sister while her own nephew pounded her ass from behind. She kept moaning, so when her sister asked what was wrong she lied and said she was just exercising hard… all while her nephew’s cock wrecked her backdoor.

“Anyway, all I have to do is fuck a lot of women…? Let’s get started right now.”

I went straight home and entered the master bedroom. My wife was still sleeping defenselessly in her slip. A G-cup beauty with a face that could stop hearts… my pure, obedient, gorgeous wife, Shin Chae-gyeong.

Ah, fuck. I absolutely refused to lose her. I’d rather die.

Blood rushed to my cock. Was this the power of the Manager’s Hat? It felt like my dick was actually growing. I pulled down my pants and—wow. It had really grown. The pathetic little thing from before ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠had transformed into a massive, virile monster. A huge, powerful cock!

Jackpot! So this was what the protagonist’s dick had been like! Now I had a strong, massive cock too!

Whatever devil or god this was had truly given me power. I was no longer the pathetic premature-ejaculator who’d cum just from touching his wife’s tits. I had become a well-hung stud with a big, hard cock. Just looking at it filled me with emotion. With a cock like this… the women were going to lose their minds.

First, I’d destroy my wife Shin Chae-gyeong’s pussy. Her pure, untouched cunt that had never once been properly fucked. I was going to make her cry, make her sob, make her squirt all over. And now I finally could!

I peeled off Shin Chae-gyeong’s slip. Jiggle, jiggle… Her massive G-cup breasts bounced freely. I slid her panties off too. Her beautiful pussy was split open invitingly, covered in soft, modest pubic hair. How could a pussy be this pretty? It looked exactly like it did in the webtoon panels. The artist had clearly poured his soul into drawing pussies.

Since the site was hosted overseas, there was no mosaic or white censorship. The heroines’ pussies and assholes were shown completely raw, which was why it was so popular. Korean adult webtoons always covered that stuff with white patches, so they weren’t nearly as arousing. But here? Everything was visible. Her spread pussy, the tight little asshole below it with every wrinkle on full display. My cock felt like it was about to explode. The thick, rock-hard shaft throbbed violently, surging with need.

I grabbed Shin Chae-gyeong’s huge tits with both hands and kneaded them to my heart’s content. My confidence had grown along with my cock. I wasn’t going to cum prematurely anymore. If I hadn’t put on the Manager’s Hat, I probably would’ve blown my load the second I saw her pussy. How the hell had I even managed to put it in before? The webtoon never showed that part, so I had no idea how the original Jo Isang had fucked her. But now I understood why he came instantly. There was a reason.

After playing with her breasts for a while, I latched onto a nipple and sucked hard, drinking in her sweet milk. Ah, it was delicious… Better than any gourmet meal. I kept sucking and sucking. Eventually Chae-gyeong stirred awake, twisting her body.

“Mmm… Honey… what are you doing… so early in the morning…”

“I can’t ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠hold back. Just stay still.”

“Hnnng…”

Even ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠though it was morning, she seemed to like having her tits sucked. Her face flushed pink and she didn’t resist. I shook her jiggling breasts and sucked on them greedily, alternating between each nipple until the pink buds grew rock-hard.

Would her pussy get wet too? I slid my right hand down and felt soft pubic hair, then the slickness between her folds. She was getting wet. Thank god. If she only got wet for the protagonist I would’ve been screwed. But my touch was making her pussy drip too.

Wait… was I really Shin Chae-gyeong’s husband? Was I actually Jo Isang? …I didn’t know anymore. I didn’t know if I was Jo Isang or someone else entirely. Whatever. I’d just enjoy this moment. Life was fleeting anyway. All I could do was make the most of what I’d been given.

After sucking her magnificent tits to my heart’s content, I moved lower. There it was—my wife’s beautiful pussy up close. That idiot Jo Isang! How could you lose a pussy like this?! I will never let it be taken from me!