Pheromone Monster

The Misunderstood Drug's effects far exceeded anything I'd expected.

Who would've thought the President of the United States would be executed in just three days.

Not impeached — executed. Every single opinion had aligned, and the whole thing raced through without a hitch. It felt like the world was rewriting itself with each passing day.

Juji Boshi was dead.

Not a single person on Earth — American or otherwise — mourned him. They celebrated. Americans sang songs of joy. More than a few shops ran execution-day discounts in his honor. There was something almost manic about it.

Even after Juji Boshi died, the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Misunderstood Drug's effects hadn't worn off.

Sophia, the first to expose his corruption, was hailed as America's hero. Her popularity soared by the day.

"Are you leaving?"

Sophia asked me.

I nodded. I'd only come to America for a short visit, but I'd stayed longer than planned. It was time to go home for real.

"I got what I came for. Jupiter is nothing but a criminal now — he needs to disappear from the United States."

"No one thinks of you as a criminal. Go outside right now, grab any stranger off the street, and ask them. Every single one of them will call you a hero."

"Civilians, sure. But the police and the Hunter Association will never recognize me as one."

"…No one knows Jupiter's real identity. You could live a normal life. I'll help you. So… do you really have to leave?"

"I've shown the world too much of what I can do. The Hunter Association and the police aren't incompetent. The Association has Hunters specialized in tracking. If I stay in America any longer… they'll catch me eventually. Leaving ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠is the smartest move."

Sophia frowned. She kept trying to persuade me to the end, but when she saw the resolve on my face, she let out a sigh.

"Which country will you go to?"

"Haven't decided yet. I'm pretty impulsive. I'll probably figure it out the day of."

"True. I've never met a man as impulsive as you. …What will you do there? Hunt? You're not going to commit crimes, are you?"

"I'll do whatever I feel like. What about you, Sophia?"

"I'm going into politics. I never would have dreamed of it before… but with the popularity I have now, it's possible. If I said I was aiming for the presidency… would you laugh?"

"No. If anyone can do it, it's you."

I pulled a Spatial Transfer Scroll from my inventory. We'd already had sex, and I had no intention of clinging to her any longer than necessary.

"…Will we meet again?"

"Maybe we will, maybe we won't. Either way — take care of yourself."

Even if we did meet again, she wouldn't remember me. I pushed the lingering regret aside and tore the Spatial Transfer Scroll.

Riiip.

Back home, I immediately used Information Erasure.

The information to erase: everything about my activities in America.

It was so simple I almost doubted whether it had actually worked.

I pulled out my phone, connected to the internet, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠and searched for Jupiter. Jupiter — the name of the planet, and another name for Zeus, the chief god of Greek mythology. There wasn't a single scrap of information about the dark hero Jupiter. I checked community sites. Nothing about Jupiter there either.

No videos of Jupiter existed. Every piece of information about him had been wiped clean from the world.

Still, browsing through online posts, a handful of people seemed to feel a vague sense of déjà vu about Jupiter.

They were a tiny minority — nothing worth worrying about. At most, they were only guessing.

That settled everything related to America.

I'd been lying on the floor resting when I suddenly sat bolt upright.

I used the Pheromone Burst Perfume and headed for Han Harin's place. I was curious how she'd react.

The stronger someone's libido, the harder the pheromone perfume hits them. How will Harin respond?

Harin and I ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠hadn't had sex in over ten days. We hadn't even seen each other while I was in America. Looking forward to how that haughty woman would behave, I opened the front door and walked into her apartment.

She was sitting on the sofa reading a book — something related to her gravity abilities. She was wearing pink dolphin shorts and a white tank top. The tank top clung tightly to her chest, the shape of her nipples and areolas clearly visible through the fabric. Her long legs were crossed, as if that were the only natural way to sit.

The outfit was almost scandalously revealing, but this was Harin's home.

I approached the sofa slowly. Even though she knew I was there, she didn't spare me a single glance. Part of it was familiarity, but more than that — I'd vanished without a word, and she was clearly sulking.

I can read Harin's moods like an open book by now.

I sat down on the sofa — right next to her.

Her body flinched. The usual Harin wouldn't have reacted at all. This had to be the Pheromone Burst Perfume at work.

"Harin. I'm back."

I draped an arm over her shoulder. She lowered her book slightly and glared at me.

"And?"

Her voice was ice-cold. I flinched despite myself.

"Nothing… just saying. You know what I've been up to? I toppled the President of the United States. Juji Boshi. The reason that bastard got executed is because I got involved. If I wanted to, I could rule America."

"Could you cut the nonsense? I'm trying to read. Don't interrupt me."

She went back to her book.

Despite the cold words and colder attitude, she didn't shrug off the arm resting on her shoulder.

I did as she asked and stayed quiet, watching her without interruption. Time passed surprisingly fast — just looking at Harin's beautiful face after so long was enjoyable enough on its own.

Hm?

I noticed something. Harin's nipples were slowly stiffening. Even through the white tank top, the presence of her fully erect nipples was unmistakable.

They're completely hard.

When it came to Harin's nipples, I was already an expert. The ones I was looking at now only appeared when she was thoroughly aroused.

At this point… I don't even need to check between her legs. She's soaked enough that I could push inside her right now.

I held myself back from grabbing her chest.

At some point, the pages started turning more slowly. Harin was losing her concentration on the book.

She crossed and uncrossed her legs repeatedly. She was growing restless.

"…Why did you come?"

"To see my woman."

"You came for sex, didn't you? Just do whatever you want, like always."

I looked at her with a straight face.

"Sex isn't everything in this world. Just looking at you like this is enough to make me happy. And right now, you're supposed to be reading. I won't interrupt. Keep going."

"……."

Harin went back to her book. The pages still weren't turning. Before long, she set it down on the table.

"Not reading anymore?"

"That's enough for today."

"Then what should we do next? It's a little early, but want to go grab dinner?"

Harin twirled a strand of hair around her finger.

"…A massage. Give me a massage. You used to do it every day, remember?"

Her face was flushed as she made the request. When I smirked, it only got redder. Harin almost never asked for a massage first — usually I was the one suggesting it.

"Sure. But I have a condition."

"…A condition?"

"It's fine. Something simple. You don't have to if you don't want to."

"…What is it?"

I immediately pulled down my pants and underwear. Having held myself back so hard, I still wasn't hard yet — and her eyes went wide at the sight of my cock.

"Suck me off."

"I figured as much."

Harin stood up from the sofa. She walked over, then dropped straight to her knees on the floor in front of me. I could feel her breath against my cock.

That surprised me. I'd expected her to push back a few times. Prideful as she was, she almost never granted a lewd request right from the start — though once sex was underway, she followed my lead well enough.

Kneeling on the floor, she gripped both of my thighs and stared intently at my cock. Her nose twitched as she took in the scent. Then those pretty lips parted.

"Harin. Start by kissing it."

"Why should I?"

She furrowed her brow.

"It's not hard. Please."

"……."

She quietly pursed her pink lips and pressed them against the tip of my cock.

Smack.

The soft, moist sensation of her lips made my cock twitch.

Smack. Smack. Smack.

She planted kiss after kiss on the head, looking up at me with a calm expression — but her eyes burned like they held fire.

As my cock swelled, she opened her mouth and took the entire head in one go.

"Mmm…."

She licked the head like a lollipop, sucking and rolling it with her tongue. Her right cheek bulged out. Then the head rolled to the other side and her left cheek puffed. She was sucking with far more passion than usual.

Once I was fully hard, she swallowed me down to the root in a single motion.

"……."

She held there, only her tongue and lips moving. With her nose buried in my pubic hair, Harin's face looked obscenely lewd.

Then her head began to bob. The filthy wet sounds of her sucking filled the quiet apartment.

"Hah… I'm gonna come. Is that okay? Harin — swallow all of it."

My hips shuddered as I came in her mouth.

"Mmph! Kh… hnn…."

Harin's throat worked as she swallowed every drop of my cum. I watched her reaction carefully. Her eyes went unfocused, her body trembled — her ass in particular convulsed in spasms. She'd clearly climaxed herself.

Slurp. Smack. Smack.

Harin sucked and milked my cock until she'd wrung out the very last drop. Only after confirming nothing more was coming did she pull her mouth away.

I cupped the cheek of the heavily breathing, thoroughly aroused woman with one hand.

"Harin. Open your mouth. Say ah~."

"Ah~."

Harin opened wide. Her scarlet tongue was slick with saliva, her white teeth flawless. No matter how carefully I looked, there wasn't a single drop of cum left in her mouth. I plucked a stray pubic hair stuck to the corner of her lip and stroked her hair.

Harin snapped back to her senses and glared at me.

"You… I told you not to treat me like this."

"Treat you like what?"

"Don't treat me like a pet. I'm not your pet."

Is there really that much of a difference?

Talking back would only invite a lecture, so I just nodded vaguely.

"Got it. Sorry. My turn for the massage now, right? But do you really need one? We could skip straight to the next step if you want. What'll it be, Harin?"

"……."