Chapter 674
Chapter 674
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 674
Chapter Title: Vanguard? Alien Invasion
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“Ahh! Ahng! Haaak!”
I grabbed Lacy’s shoulders and shook my hips. Every time I thrust my cock into her drenched pussy, she let out a moan.
The synergy between my skills ‘Sexual Sensitivity Boost’ and ‘Voice of the Pussy’ was incredible. Their effects stacked perfectly. Thanks to that, Lacy was panting beneath me in ecstasy before even ten minutes had passed.
“You perverted bitch. Are you always this slutty?”
“Haaah! Harder... thrust harder!”
“Fine. I’ll give it to you!”
I kept fucking her until she passed out. As for what to do with her unconscious body, I decided to take her along. She was a decent beauty, so crashing at her place and having fun for a while didn’t sound bad. Rifling through her belongings, I found her car keys and ID.
‘Mission failed... blame it on bad health. They’ll give me leave then. No way they’d force me to work while I’m sick, right?’
I hoisted the unconscious Lacy onto my back. Then I asked her pussy.
‘Hey, pussy. You passed out too?’
Even with Lacy out cold, her pussy still responded to me.
I called out to another pussy passing by.
‘Hey, pussy.’
A pussy belonging to a woman in her forties answered. After a few tries, I’d figured it out: focusing made their voices clearer. Concentrating on the target sharpened it even more.
Age didn’t matter. As long as it was a woman with a pussy, I could communicate.
‘Any hot babes worth fucking around here...? Nope.’
I headed to the parking lot and found Lacy’s car. A red sports car. A college student driving that? Definitely rich.
‘Her place might have family... maybe a nearby hotel.’
I’d just buckled her into the passenger seat and gripped the wheel when a voice rang out.
A pussy’s voice. I’d usually ignore it, but “drugs” caught my ear. Wasn’t I on a drug investigation?
I got out and stealthily approached the source, presence fully suppressed.
In a dim corner of the park parking lot, by a black SUV, a man and woman were talking. The woman had black hair and a pale, sickly face. With some care and makeup, she’d be a knockout, but not my type right now.
The man, on the other hand, was a burly black guy in a tank top, arms bulging with muscle. Tattoos covered over half his upper body.
“Hand it over quick...”
“Sorry, but prices went up starting today.”
“What? Why all of a sudden? You didn’t say shit last week.”
“Demand’s up. Supply’s short.”
“Just bring more then.”
“You think we just grab this stuff? We risk our asses for it. Can’t ramp up production on a whim. Boss won’t allow it. Take it or leave it.”
Drug deal, plain as day. I’d planned to ditch the mission for pussy, but results were dangling right here. Mind changed.
“...How much?”
“20% hike from last time.”
“Fuck... This is the last time. For real...”
The woman muttered, opening her handbag to count out a wad of dollars. The black guy grinned at her.
“Could knock it down a bit for you.”
“...What do you want?”
“Your body. Fuck right here, and I’ll cut 20%.”
She hesitated, then replied.
“...You mean that?”
Her pussy was chanting “drug sex” nonstop. Not hard to get. Drugs plus sex multiplied the pleasure several times over.
“Would I lie to a valued customer? And us—you and me—we’ve known each other over four months now. We’re basically friends, right?”
“Just once. Goods first.”
“Here.”
He handed her something wrapped in black plastic. Drugs.
I stepped forward and snapped a photo with my smartphone.
Click!
Evidence secured.
Mission complete.
“Fuckin’ shit!”
The black guy spotted me and yanked a pistol from his pocket. But I was faster.
Bang! Bang!
Holes in his right hand and thigh.
“Aaaargh!”
He screamed and collapsed, crawling for the dropped gun. I put one in his shoulder too.
“Cut the pointless struggling.”
“Die!”
The woman whipped out a small pistol from her bag and fired at me. No hesitation. Sloppy stance, but ballsy. Too bad her opponent was me.
I dodged every shot by reading the muzzle flash, not the bullets themselves.
“M-Mutant?!”
This world had superpowered folks, and “mutant” was a slur for them. Unlike reality, they were rare, and normals feared them.
“Dodging bullets doesn’t make me a mutant... harsh.”
“Hiiik!”
She spun to flee. I charged and dropkicked her. Her back probably snapped, but not my problem.
I glanced at the fallen pair, then called Brand on my smartphone.
“Brand. Caught the dealer and his customer.”
“...You mean caught, not just gathered evidence? You raided?”
My mission was evidence collection, not arrests. Lame agent work.
“Only one guy. Customer was a woman. Probably came solo thinking he’d fuck her. He shot, but I didn’t kill. Self-defense, of course. You get it?”
“Oh. Damn. Just one? Worst-case scenario! Kill him now! He’s a mutant!”
“Ah.”
I looked down. The guy with holes in his shoulder, hand, and thigh was standing. Flames erupted over his body, wounds sealing instantly. Superpowered.
“Was he? Could’ve warned me sooner.”
“I did! Don’t approach if there’s just one dealer!”
“Don’t remember... Anyway, call the cops and an ambulance.”
“S?!”
Phone cut off. The flaming bastard charged me.
‘Physicals around D-rank Hunter level. Fire powers for sure... but raw. Even an E-rank could drop him.’
Bad matchup for him. I was B-rank.
I smashed a kick into his head as he lunged.
“Kaaak!”
He slammed into a car, screaming. Hood dented, windows shattered. Flames spread from his body to the vehicle.
“Just stay down, you annoying fuck!”
I ignored the fire and kept kicking. Even when it licked my legs, no danger—strong, fast swings snuffed it out.
Thud! Thwack! Thud!
“Gaaargh! St-Stop! Aagh!”
“Fire out! Fire!”
“It’s out!”
“Good. More beatings!”
I pummeled until cops and paramedics arrived. Didn’t kill him. Agent code.
Handed them off to police, texted Brand I was clocking out, and went for Lacy’s car.
“...Gone?”
No red sports car. She’d woken up during my fun and bolted.
‘Gonna report me? Eh, I’ll run or deny. Still... wanted more fucks.’
I fiddled with my dick through my pants and browsed for a nearby hotel. Maybe call an escort.
Bzzzzt.
Text from Wife J: Coming home early today?
Brain freeze.
‘Wife means married wife, right? ...I’m married?’
I scratched my head. Not weird. This world’s me could be hitched.
Me: Yeah. Heading home. Miss you. Send a pic.
Wife J: Bathing now... Okay.
Wife J sent a photo.
No hesitation.
I gawked at it.
Wavy brown hair, porcelain skin, sexy face. Tits over F-cup. Pussy hidden by those massive jugs.
Not stunned by her beauty. I knew her.
‘Jenna from the [OPL Agent] quest! The one I fucked!’
Jenna Wiley.
From the [OPL Agent] world. Fucked her there. Codename Miss J. We married and lived together.
I steadied myself.
Jackpot. Fuck her again.
Me: Babe. Dinner out? Restaurant.
Wife J: Sure. Didn’t wanna cook. Where?
I sent a nearby spot. Close enough—no complaints.
Me: No panties. Got it?
Wife J: ...Okay.
“Jenna... damn. Memories.”
Honestly thought I’d never fuck her again. Quests ended at credits—no reset like Play Worlds.
‘Already excited.’
Met her at the hotel.
Black skirt, plaid shirt. High-end sedan. Striking beauty.
Tested the waters.
“Miss J! Still gorgeous.”
“Saw me at home yesterday—what? And I said don’t call me that.”
Doubt crept in. Went direct.
“Jenna. How many years since you retired from OPL?”
“Forgot that too? Two years. Kinda hurt. Retired for you, and you forget when...”
Mood soured. Bad. Hugged her.
“Sorry. Don’t be mad. I’ll make tonight fun.”
“Sigh. Fine. But why hotel?”
“Has a restaurant. Stay over.”
“...What? Hotels cost a fortune! Good salary, but save it. Cancel. Home’s close.”
Jenna glared.
I addressed her pussy.
‘Jenna’s pussy. Your master commands: Get wet. Now!’
Jenna twitched. Her face flushed in confusion. Arm around her shoulders, I whispered.
“Sometimes this is nice. Reminds you of dating days, right?”
“B-But...”
“Babe. Hotel tonight. Please.”
Pulled her close. Glanced down—droplets trailing her thighs, nipples poking through the plaid shirt. No undies, as ordered.
“...Just tonight.”
I leaned in, kissed her lips. She didn’t pull away.
After a steamy night with Jenna at the hotel, I dragged my sleepy ass up. Past noon already.
Bzzzzt. Bzzzzt.
Phone buzzing nonstop.
“Ugh... babe. Who is it?”
Jenna mumbled into the pillow beside me, half-asleep and cute. I kneaded her ass while answering.
“Brand.”
“Oh shit! It’s not your day off! Answer!”
Took the call at her urging.
“What, Brand.”
“Mr. S! Why so late?! Know how many times I called?!”
“Body’s not great.”
“Ahhhtang?!”
Jenna moaned, clamping hands over her mouth. My finger had slipped into her pussy, full of sticky cum.
“What was that?!”
“Cat. My cat.”
“Cat? You got one?”
“Yeah. Anyway, what’s up? Been calling...”
“Emergency! Get to HQ now! Other agents assembled! Director’s pissed at you, grilling me!”
“Brand. Quitting as agent.”
“Wha-what?! Outta nowhere?! April Fools?”
“Body sucks. Hassle.”
Jenna’s eyes widened. I shoved fingers in her mouth, rubbing her tongue, palate, teeth.
“You’re OPL’s top agent! Quitting throws us into chaos!”
“Serious.”
“...Come to HQ first. I’ll handle Director.”
“Yeah. Might be late. Body.”
“No helping it. Hurry as you can.”
“Ok.”
Dropped the phone and pounced on Jenna.
“Ahhng! Haaang!”