Chapter 40
Chapter 40
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 40
Chapter Title: Vampire Detective
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I've never been on a date.
Whether in reality or the Playful Life world, I'm no virgin, but I'm a total lifelong singleton. That's because I've never had a single girlfriend up to now. Dating? I don't know the first thing about it.
And I had no intention of ever dating in the future either. That is, if the Playful Life app hadn't come along. Ever since awakening to the Playful Life app, I've become a man who can't be satisfied with just one woman.
Jin Se-young? Sure, I'll admit she's pretty. Her body's top-notch, her personality's not bad, and she's got the skills as a B-rank hunter to boot. But I have zero interest in dating her. Sex partner. That's as far as it goes.
If Jin Se-young ever rejects my cock, I'll gladly let her go. Her world's reality, and I have no intention of raping women in the real world.
"Oppa has plenty of money, so why doesn't he buy a car?"
Hera asked as she drove. For the record, her car was a compact foreign import. She said she'd bought it because it seemed convenient to have one.
"Riding women is more fun than riding cars. Plus, I don't have a license."
That's right. Compared to my interest in women, cars barely registered with me. Oh Jun-hyuk seemed to love them almost as much as women, though.
"Getting your license isn't that hard. Cram the theory the day before the test, and put a little effort into the practical, and you'll pass."
"Eh, driving's not tough anyway. Lately, I've even started finding it a bit fun."
"...Huh? Oppa. Didn't you say you don't have a license?"
"Just because I don't have one doesn't mean I can't drive."
"No. No. It kinda does mean you can't."
"Psh. Whatever. Want me to take the wheel? I've backed into things a few times, but I did it real gently."
"...I'll drive. I need to keep in practice anyway, or I'll lose my touch."
I had no plans to get a license in the Playful Life world. Too much hassle. In reality, though, I figured I'd get one soon.
"Hera, you're a good driver~."
I said as I rested my hand on her thigh. I slipped it under her lap skirt, stroking her thigh.
"Oppa. Don't call me Hera out in public."
"Then what? What should I call you?"
"You know my real name."
"Got it. Hye-jin-ah."
I welcomed Hera's suggestion. Calling her by her real name made her feel more like the actress Shin Hye-jin.
My hand delved deeper into her inner thigh.
"Oppa. I'm driving right now. Just stop there."
"I'm just stroking a little."
"No~. Sometimes your hands feel way too good."
She was talking about the Heightened Sensitivity skill. I used it on Hera now and then, and every time, she'd let out moans of pleasure.
"I'll just touch a little."
"I said no. Your hands feel too good. It's dangerous."
"...Tch."
Hera grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand out from under her skirt. Staring at my banished left hand, I pulled out my smartphone.
"Fine. Let's play interview."
"Interview?"
"I'll film and interview you. You drive and answer. Look at the camera now and then."
"You can be so weird sometimes, oppa. Why an interview? Planning to leak it with the sex videos?"
"I told you I wouldn't do that. I just want to know more about you. And you'll interview me later."
"...Mm. Okay. I'll trust you. Our relationship's too deep for me not to."
"Damn right. Deepened by white liquid."
I started filming. I'd shot so much by now that the car's subtle vibrations didn't bother me anymore.
"Mm. First, your name?"
"Shin Hye-jin."
"Age?"
"29."
The real Shin Hye-jin was 26, five years older than me. So Hera's age didn't match. It bugged me a little, but what could I do?
"Favorite food?"
"Smoked duck."
"Least favorite?"
"Cheonggukjang. I can't handle strong-smelling foods."
"Bra size?"
"D-cup."
I fired off questions as they came to mind. They started simple and easy, but soon turned mostly naughty.
Hera seemed to be getting a bit sexually excited from answering, too.
"Left boob or right—which feels better?"
"Right side, maybe? Not much difference from the left."
"Body complex?"
"My areolas are kinda big? You know that, oppa. I even thought about surgery once."
"Surgery? What the hell kind of blasphemy is that? Your areolas are one of your charms!"
I loved Hera's big areolas. And relative to her overall breast size, they weren't weirdly large.
"You really love my tits, oppa."
"My name's Sung Yu-jin. The 'seong' from sex, the 'yu' from breasts, the 'jin' from real. I love real tits and hate fakes. In Japanese, they'd call it paizuri."
Of course, my actual hanja name wasn't Sung Yu-jin (性乳眞). That was a nickname I gave myself in middle school.
My parents named me Sung Yu-jin (成儒眞). Something like "become a true scholar"? Roughly that.
I heard from my parents that a fortune-teller named me. That quack was full of shit.
"So you can tell if mine are real or fake, huh?"
"Obviously. Sucked 'em, groped 'em, titfucked 'em—how could I not know?"
I might not be great at much, but judging women's breasts? Piece of cake.
From high school days, I'd analyzed every porn vid out there, collected every scrap of info online, and honed my eye for naturals, fakes, and sizes.
"Yours are real. Pure natural—no surgery. I've felt them up enough times to know."
Hera chuckled. I kept the interview going.
"Favorite position?"
"...Changes every time, but lately? Doggy."
"When did you start pussy grooming?"
"Pussy grooming? Oh, pubes. About two years ago? One day it looked so messy, so I started. But lately, I'm thinking of letting it grow out."
"Huh, why?"
"I heard ungroomed looks more innocent? Non-models or celebs look kinda slutty if they groom."
"Keep it up anyway. Shame. First time?"
"After college graduation. Met a boyfriend at work, dated six months, then broke up."
"Guy sucked at sex?"
"...Compared to you, yeah. Dick was small too. But we split over personality. He got clingier and clingier."
"Masturbate how often a week?"
"Used to be once a day sometimes... But now with you, oppa, no need. Even if I do, it doesn't feel good without your cock."
"Mm. Can I grope your tits? Light's red."
"...Just till it changes."
"Hye-jin's tits are the best. So soft even over clothes. I could grope forever."
"...Hngh. O-, oppa. Green light. Hands off."
"Restaurant's coming up. Last question: pussy shape, color, smell?"
"......Oppa, you're such a perv."
"Answer quick."
"My pussy's... normal, I think. I wash daily, so no smell. Right?"
"......"
"...Oppa. Tell me."
"No smell."
Hera used feminine wash and scrubbed clean, so no odor. Though when super aroused, her crotch gave off a faint lewd scent. Human nature. And I remembered Hera's pussy smell perfectly.
"Your cock always smells like night-blooming flowers."
"I cum every day."
???
We had pasta for lunch, then took a walk to digest.
Hera and I linked arms. Anyone seeing us would've pegged us as a couple. I felt great—guys kept stealing glances at her. Superiority surged through me.
'Beauties like Hera are rare.'
We strolled till we hit a café and ordered coffee. We sat by the floor-to-ceiling window overlooking the street. Started facing each other, but I slid over to her side.
"What?"
"Let's kiss."
"Oppa! Hold on. This is a café!"
"Location doesn't matter for kissing. Counter can't see us, and not many people around."
"Still... Mmph!"
I grabbed her shoulders and kissed her. Despite her words, she kissed back eagerly. Tongues, of course—I don't count no-tongue kisses as real. That's just a peck.
Bitterness of coffee on her lips. I reached out, rubbing her ample tits over her clothes. Glanced outside—a college guy passing by stared right at Hera's chest in my grasp.
I opened her cardigan wide for show. Blouse straining to burst, black bra faintly visible underneath.
Just as I gripped one breast and started circling slowly... the female server approached.
"Excuse me. You can't do that in the café."
I clicked my tongue and pulled away. Hera shot me a glare and sighed.
Afterward, we killed time at karaoke, then caught a movie.
Bad timing—only rom-coms worth watching. There was a blockbuster, but I'd seen it in reality already. Total time-waster flop.
Theater was near-empty. Weekday, and not a big flick.
'So fucking boring.'
Acting was solid, but the plot was predictable. Barely any skinship between leads, and the comedy was worse than a Sunday variety show.
Even watching for reference had limits.
Finally, I reached for Hera's thigh next to me. Stroked it slowly.
"......"
Her slender hand, facing forward, stroked my thigh in return. Hera wasn't into the movie either.
'She learned the joys of sex after meeting me.'
I couldn't hold back anymore. Boldly, my hand invaded her skirt. I wedged between her tightly pressed thighs, parting them. Swear, no force used.
Intruding under the skirt. Heat built the deeper I went. Soon hit panties.
Palm rubbed over her mound. Felt her pussy shape through the fabric.
Hera wasn't passive. She unzipped my fly, slipped her hand in. Her cool fingers softly stroked the front of my drawers. Blood rushed to my cock.
'Can't lose.'
A spark of rivalry hit; I activated Heightened Sensitivity.
"...Hng."
Hera moaned. Her hand froze. Keeping the skill active, I focused on her clit area over her panties.
Wetness seeped onto my hand; panties soaked fast. I released the skill.
Heightened Sensitivity never let me down.
"O-, oppa. Do it right... Hurry."
"Do what right?"
I grinned slyly.
This wasn't new for Hera. She knew what I wanted without me saying.
She glanced around. Back row, other couples over 10 meters away.
"Finger... fuck my pussy, oppa. Can't take it..."
"Huh? Whose pussy?"
"......Put your fingers in Hye-jin's pussy."
"Let's see. Hye-jin's pussy... here it is."
I pulled her soaked panties aside. Heat and moisture hit my palm. Covered her pussy, feeling every contour vividly.
Neat pubes over stiff clit, soft labia minora, hole oozing fluids.
"Oppa, what're you... doing."
Hera squirmed. Since I just held still, she rocked her hips for friction herself.
"No helping it."
I slid index and middle fingers into her drenched cavern.