Chapter 673
Chapter 673
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 673
Chapter Title: Vanguard - Alien Invasion
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I was sitting on a bench.
Bzzz. Bzzzzz.
My smartphone, set to vibrate, started buzzing.
I squinted at the screen. An unfamiliar number and sender’s name were displayed.
“Black Pig? Who the hell’s that?”
I answered the call. An angry voice exploded from the speaker.
“Mr. S! Do you really have time to lounge around taking a siesta in the park right now?!”
My eyebrows furrowed. No one starts yelling out of nowhere and expects a good reaction.
‘But Mr. S?’
An old memory surfaced. Mr. S was the codename I’d been given in the world of Agent of OPLE. For reference, OPLE was a secret U.S. government agency.
‘Why’s he calling me Mr. S? This world’s setting is that I’m an OPLE agent… Oh.’
It hit me late. Vanguard was a different story from Agent of OPLE, but they shared the same universe.
‘Did my actions from the last game bleed over into this world?’
It was possible.
“Mr. S! You’re not dozing off again, are you?!”
Right. We were still on the call.
“I’m not sleeping. Quit nagging—it’s annoying.”
“You’re too cocky. I’m your boss—how about showing some respect?”
“……I’m only listening because you’re my boss.”
“Sharp tongue, but it suits you. Mission status?”
“Huh?”
“The mission! The mission!”
I’d just entered this world. I had no clue what mission he was talking about.
‘Time for a hack.’
The target was the smartphone of the guy on the line. Hack the phone first, then dig into his email and from there, his computer. The computer hack failed, but the info lingering on his phone gave me the gist.
‘I’m an OPLE agent. Black Pig’s real name is Brand, and my current mission is….’
Drug investigation.
More precisely, tailing a gang distributing drugs, gathering evidence, and handing it over to the cops. I had the basics, but no details, so I was still in the dark on next steps.
“Mr. S!”
“Ah, no need to shout.”
“You think I’ve got any reason not to?!”
“I’m not feeling well. My head’s foggy. Brand, what was the mission I was on?”
“You’re sick? Don’t pull that sick act on… Wait. You do sound off today. Maybe you really are under the weather. S, can you still carry out the mission?”
“Yeah. Brand, run through the mission again for me. My head’s a mess—I need to hear it fresh to sort things out.”
“Hoo….”
Brand let out a sigh—or maybe a groan—then briefed me again. The mission was straightforward: spot the drug dealer in this park, tail him, and collect evidence.
Lame, if you asked me.
“Got it, Brand. I’ll call if anything comes up.”
I hung up.
‘In , agents support heroes. They’re basically managers. But if I’m stuck on grunt work like this… guess that guy hasn’t shown up yet.’
Before standing from the bench, I opened the Playful Life app. I remembered getting a limited skill for this world.
“…….”
I was dumbfounded.
Pussy’s Voice? Pussy as in the pussy? That’s the only one I know.
‘Does Pussy’s Voice mean I can read a woman’s mind…?’
No clue. Best way to figure out a skill is to test it myself.
I got up and wandered the park. Not for the mission. For a woman.
Spotted a few along the way. Mostly ajummas over 40—not my type, so no interest.
‘Pussy’s Voice seems passive… but no voices yet. Some other condition?’
I kept strolling, pretending to sightsee.
Then I saw a beauty.
She wore skin-tight black workout leggings hugging her lower body. Out for a light jog, by the looks. Hoodie on top, earphones in. Her blonde bob hair swayed with every step.
My dick twitched at her firm ass and long legs.
‘Gonna fuck her.’
Decision made after three seconds of thought.
I scanned the area. Not Korea—fewer CCTVs. Follow at a distance, hit her in a blind spot, done.
‘And she’ll end up addicted to my cock. Heh.’
I shadowed her silently, keeping distance. A hunter might notice, but a civilian? No chance.
-Stuffy. Hot.
“?!”
A woman’s voice rang out suddenly. I froze, checked around. No women—or even ants—in sight.
‘No way I misheard.’
Replayed it. Direction? Eyes forward—voice from straight ahead.
-Hot. I want sex.
“……!”
Again, from the front. Only one woman ahead.
‘No way. Is this Pussy’s Voice?’
I focused harder. The voice sharpened.
-Sweaty and soaked. Hot. I want a big cock.
Only one explanation: Pussy’s Voice Lv. 3. Nothing else fit. It was her inner voice—her pussy’s thoughts.
‘The description said I could converse too… Do I talk to her directly?’
Started to run up, then paused. Wouldn’t that defeat the skill’s purpose?
Instead, I asked mentally.
‘You what? Feeling hot?’
-Yeah. So hot.
Response came. But she kept jogging, oblivious. If she’d heard, she’d stop in shock, right?
‘Not mind-reading or telepathy, then. Makes sense—not ‘Pussy’s Voice,’ that’d be telepathy. Gotta be literal.’
No deep thought needed: converse with the pussy itself.
‘You a pussy?’
-Yeah. I’m a pussy.
‘What’s your name?’
-Reisi.
No way the pussy had its own name—must be hers: Reisi.
Now I got it. Pussy’s Voice Lv. 3 let me learn about women through their pussies. Way more useful than expected.
‘You’re Reisi’s pussy, right? You said you’re hot?’
-Yeah. Burning up. Sweaty. Need fresh air.
Trapped in prison: panties and pants.
‘Pussy, you want sex too?’
-Want it.
‘How long since you got fucked?’
-Over two months. Want sex. Want cock.
‘Saying that makes me wanna pound you. What panties is Reisi wearing?’
-Gray ones.
‘What do you like?’
-Cock.
Dumb question. Pussies love cock, obviously.
‘What’s Reisi’s job?’
-College student.
‘Favorite food?’
-Fruits. Especially mango.
I grilled the pussy with questions. It answered freely, but skipped some.
Like what Reisi was thinking now—it didn’t know. Complex or unrelated questions got no response. Limits, sure. Higher level might fix, but limited skill—no upgrades.
‘Pussy, you want sex?’
-Want sex.
‘I can fuck you. But ready to get pounded?’
-Really? Getting ready now.
She stopped mid-park. Looked around confused, glanced down. I watched from behind a tree.
‘Pussy, you wet now?’
-Yeah. So wet. Pound me quick.
‘Can you tingle her womb?’
-Can.
She shuddered, hand to her lower belly. Instant heat. Panicked briefly, then jogged faster. Probably dying to get home and rub one out.
‘Pussy, can you squirt?’
-Can. Now?
‘No. Just signal it. Make it feel like you wanna.’
-Got it.
Reisi halted, fidgeting, then veered off path. Into a secluded spot—no people, no cams. Slipped between rock wall and trees, yanked pants and panties to thighs, squatted.
-Cool. Fresh air’s the best.
‘Don’t pee.’
-Won’t. But Reisi keeps trying.
‘Keep the juices flowing. Stimulate the womb nonstop.’
-Reisi’s fingering me. Ahh. Feels good.
Masturbating. I crept closer, silent. Right next to her—she didn’t notice.
“……Ngh. Hnng….”
Reisi bit her lip, slender fingers teasing her pink pussy. Pale skin, plump labia minora, soft-looking. Clear nectar dripping. Fingers plunged inside.
-It’s in! Ah, good! But not enough! Cock! Need cock!
I snapped a photo with my phone.
Click!
“……!!”
She whipped around, eyes wide on me.
“Y-you, what… Kyaaah!”
She scrambled up in rage but tripped on her pants, tumbling ass-over. Pussy in full view.
“Fucking slut jerking off here.”
“Delete that photo! No—give me your phone now!”
“Shut up, bitch.”
I drew my pistol. Agent life—gun’s essential.
Her face drained white. Tears welled.
“P-please, don’t kill me.”
America. Shitty security compared to Korea. Civilians pack heat, so robberies and murders everywhere.
“Heh. Want to live? Stay still.”
Shucked my pants. My pride sprang free. Her eyes shook.
“Don’t want a hole in you? No funny moves. You don’t wanna die either.”
“P-please spare me. Take my money.”
I pressed the barrel to her forehead. Cold metal froze her solid. Stripped her pants fully, hiked her top. B-cups, pretty pink nipples.
“Pervy slut. Pussy’s flooded. That desperate to get fucked?”
“N-no! This is…!”
“Bullshit.”
I mashed her clit with my thumb, told the pussy:
‘Pussy! Squirt!’
-Got it!
Nectar squirted like a water gun.
“Aaaaaahhh!”
Reisi screamed in unwanted ecstasy, ass quaking. Pussy’s Voice—damn good skill.
-Cock! Pound me!
“Heh. Begging for it.”
“D-don’t put it in. Please.”
“Your pussy says otherwise. Here it comes.”
Squelch.
“Ah, aaagh!”
-Cock’s here! Feels so gooood!
Reisi shrieked. Her pussy cheered.