Chapter 33
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 33
Chapter Title: The Choreographer's First Experience (Complete)
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"Shall I help you out a bit?"
"Pardon? But..."
Even after hearing the full story.
I hadn't expected her to step up so boldly.
Wang Im-hwan's eyes went wide in surprise, round as saucers.
"You're an idol, Hyun-ah. If you get involved and something bad gets said later..."
"Pfft, that's on her to deal with. Besides, it's a chance to get in good with you, Choreographer. Killing two birds with one stone. Two birds."
It really wasn't a big deal for me to begin with.
I'd just had sex with Go Min-cheol not long ago, and even more recently with Han Nam-do.
For a succubus, sex with men or women was like a handshake or a meal by human standards.
If anything, this felt like unexpected food walking right into my mouth on its own two feet.
'Plus, if what Han Nam-do said is true... blabbing about sleeping with me wouldn't be easy for him.'
As long as no third party caught on and no photos were snapped, it was fine.
Should a succubus avoid sex out of fear of that?
Then she'd have to rip out her pussy.
"Sigh... I still can't believe I'm asking this..."
"Hey, it's fine, I said. What matters here is your will, Choreographer. Do you really want to live the rest of your life labeled as gay? Don't you want to date a woman properly, sincerely, and...?"
Don't you want to thrust your cock into a tight, juicy pussy and creampie her? It'd feel insanely good, wouldn't it?
Especially since it's a succubus pussy?
It was torture holding back the unfiltered words bubbling up.
"...have real conversations and enjoy life a little? You think men go crazy for women for no reason? Men are creatures who get deliriously happy just from a short chat with a girl. You must've been like that when you were young."
"Haha, yeah... I do remember trailing after all the pretty noonas dressed up in the busy streets."
That might've been kinda creepy...
No, what am I even thinking?
The guy in front of me was a patient. A patient.
"...Coming from you of all people, Hyun-ah, saying all this... It gives me a bit of courage. This is incredibly shameless and brazen of me, but could you help me out?"
"Of course! How could I, as a fellow hu... person, just look the other way?"
If I weren't what I was, I probably wouldn't have jumped in so eagerly.
Erectile dysfunction hit me right in the feels, though.
Born a man, living like a eunuch? No way. Especially in a world where cute girls film free porn without a second thought!
'Sure, once I fuck him, he'll never cum with anyone but me again.'
Still better than impotence, right?
"Hmm, but even if I'm helping... how should we go about it? What would be best?"
"Well..."
Deep down, I wanted to go straight for shock therapy via full penetration...
But fear it might end him for good held me back.
"We should take it slow, step by step?"
"Yes... please."
"Mm, then let's start by holding hands while we chat like this? Have you held a girl's hand before?"
"...Not much since high school."
The more I heard, the sadder it got.
Poor guy...
Me? I'd groped women's tits and asses to my heart's content at hostess bars.
Shell out extra cash, and I'd get round two: full sex...
You've got money— what the hell have you been doing all this time?
"Here. Don't push too hard at first. Touch freely, comfortably. Fun fact: I'm surprisingly tolerant... so feel free to get a little naughty however you want."
I couldn't quite say "anal's fair game too" out loud.
'Fun fact: My first time was a 3P gangbang. Every hole stuffed at once, and it felt amazing?'
...No way I could say that.
"Whew, ex, excuse me..."
"Excuse yourself all you want. Pretend I'm a doll. Or, mm, yeah... to put it exaggeratedly, just for this moment, think of me as your sex... no, your slave."
"No, I couldn't possibly."
"..."
Yeah, figures.
That's the normal reaction.
'That's why Han Nam-do turns me on.'
He treats me rough, violent, like an object when he fucks me.
When he chokes my throat and pounds from behind, my womb drops from the ecstasy.
'Eh, this guy's just inexperienced now. Once he gets used to it, maybe he'll play like that too?'
As I thought that.
I felt his clammy, sweat-slick hand tentatively grasp mine.
He was so tense, it made my body stiffen up too.
"How's it feel? Soft?"
"Yes... incredibly. Touching it like this brings Song In-seon to mind nonstop. Never said this to a doctor, but the first time I bumped into her, she felt so soft too."
"She must've been pretty."
"Haha, yeah..."
Beauty really is power for women.
Fidget, fidget...
Wang Im-hwan caressed my hand with agonizing caution.
It was frustrating me to no end.
'Patience, patience. He's a patient. One who's lived eunuch-like for over 15 years from woman-induced PTSD.'
I had to remind myself over and over or I'd snap.
I mustered maximum patience.
'If only he'd get hard now—I'd suck him off, titty-fuck him... or just fuck outright.'
That instant.
I felt Wang Im-hwan's body twitch repeatedly as he groped my hand.
Sensing something, I glanced down.
Right at his pants crotch.
"...It got hard?"
"..."
"Don't be shy—speak freely. It's okay, really. That's how it'll heal."
As I pressed excitedly.
Wang Im-hwan nodded, face beet red.
"Song In-seon's still in my head, but feeling your fingers amid that... suddenly blood rushed down there."
"Oho."
Was it just a crush on Song In-seon?
Makes sense—guys go nuts for pretty delinquent girls. That's why those types top webtoon polls.
"We're going further anyway. No need to be embarrassed."
I could do it right now if he wanted...
"F-Further?"
"Yep, of course. You can't get it up for anyone else anyway. Might as well take you all the way. Completely, perfectly."
"N-No, even so..."
"Pfft, no worries. I'm the type who commits if I commit, man or wom... anyway. Leaving it unfinished bugs me. I'd lose sleep over it."
"...Thank you so much."
Wang Im-hwan looked deeply moved.
Like he'd hand over his liver and gall bladder.
'Winning people over is a breeze.'
As a porter, building connections was brutally hard.
Impossible, really.
No matter how nice or good I pretended to be.
The porter label blocked everything.
But as a succubus? Different story.
'Way too easy.'
Fake a little care, and they flock to be my allies.
And it barely takes effort for a succubus like me.
"If this works out... I'd love to work for you from now on, Hyun-ah."
"Eh, you don't have to go that far..."
"No, let me. I've made enough money. Like you said, time to live for fun."
"...Haha, if you're set on it, who am I to stop you?"
"Thank you."
His goodwill was almost overwhelming.
"Oh, right—how's the erection feel?"
I steered the topic deliberately.
Better to talk dirty.
Suited me more.
"H-How could I say that out loud..."
"Hey, it's all rehab. Gotta own it in front of a woman—especially me—for your dick to gain confidence and get healthy."
"I-Is that so?"
"Totally!"
I nodded firmly.
Wang Im-hwan relented and spoke.
"It feels weird..."
"How so?"
"Good, excited, and blood keeps pooling down there, nerve-wracking."
"Whoa, fully erect!"
I cheered gleefully.
"Next, wanna touch somewhere besides hands? Anywhere you want. Really, anywhere. Hehe."
I permitted with a sultry smile.
To my shock, Choreographer Wang named an unexpected spot.
"Could I... go up from your hand slowly? To your armpit...?"
"Ah, armpit... Sure, of course. Go ahead."
Not the usual suspects like tits, pussy, or ass—threw me for a loop.
But I agreed readily.
Armpits are hot too. Mmm.
"Ah..."
Choreographer Wang let out involuntary moans as his hand crept from my palm up to my armpit.
Stroking my wrist, kneading my arm, finally reaching the inside of my sleeveless top.
And...
"Hngh!"
"Eh?"
He spasmed like a jolt of electricity.
His waist arched back slightly, upper body bending into a '' shape.
Twitching in place...
"No way, did you... cum?"
"..."
"Choreographer?"
No answer, frozen like death.
Worried, I prodded again.
"...Yes."
A choked, whimpering reply from Wang Im-hwan.
"..."
I was genuinely stunned.
First time seeing a guy cum from armpit touching.
'If I stick him in my pussy, won't he drop dead on the spot?'
Serious concern.
"Can you... keep touching?"
"Is that... okay?"
"Yeah, yeah... of course. Touch all you want. Oh, and your wet pants—let me wipe them..."
"Hnnngh!"
He came again.
Just a bit more armpit fiddling—second load already.
"Ah, ahh..."
Wang Im-hwan groaned faintly, flustered.
"Thank you. I think that's enough for today. Can I ask again next time?"
"Ah, sure... of course."
He looked truly blissful.
If he's happy, that's what matters? Probably.