Chapter 47
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 47
Chapter Title: The One Who Laughs Last...(14)
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After changing clothes, I stood in front of the mirror.
"Hmm, it looks great."
The kind of fashion people call... the one where you don't know where to put your eyes—a leggings set.
Gray in color.
Wearing it skin-tight made it blatantly obvious I wasn't wearing any underwear.
Not just the protruding nipples, but even the camel toe below was vividly visible.
"This is ridiculous."
The real fun would start once the leggings got sweaty.
The destructive power would definitely ramp up even more then.
"Even a woman would say this is going too far."
Before heading out, I deliberately...
kneaded my breasts to my heart's content.
And that wasn't all.
I rubbed my pussy with my hand to make the camel toe stand out even sharper against the fabric.
To the point where even someone half-blind could tell exactly what my pussy looked like.
"You're fucked, you bastard."
With my battle prep complete, I stepped out of the changing room.
"You' re he... eek!"
An Tae-ho, waiting outside, freaked out the instant he saw me.
I'd half-hoped he'd just pounce right there.
"Um, Hyun-ah... isn't your outfit a bit too bold? It kinda looks like you're not wearing... any underwear..."
"Ah, I thought the same thing myself."
Seeing the unexpectedly gentlemanly An Tae-ho voicing his concern, I whipped up a plausible excuse.
"You might not have heard, but the first time I came here, I wasn't wearing panties either. Oh, and no bra, obviously."
"...!"
"Maybe it's because I remember my skills skyrocketing back then. I figured recreating that might help break through my current plateau."
"Even so, this is... a little..."
His mouth must've gone bone-dry—An Tae-ho kept swallowing hard, over and over.
His eyeballs rolling around like he had no clue where to look. Why was it so damn funny?
"Haha, don't worry so much. I didn't dress like this just to tell you not to look—that'd be insane. Go ahead and stare, Manager."
"...Pardon?"
"It's proof of how much I trust you."
Yeah, girlfriend or no girlfriend.
I'm dead certain you'll lose your mind and mount me like an animal.
"No, that's..."
"Come on, no time to waste—shall we dive in? Let's start with loosening up my flexibility. You can help, right?"
"...Yes."
An Tae-ho fiddled with the ring on his ring finger once more.
This guy must be pretty damn uneasy too.
Well, any man would be.
With a succubus pulling out all the stops like this—think any could keep their cool?
"First up, spreading my legs... Ahk... Ahng! Won't open any wider from here. For a girl, my flexibility sucks. And it's the foundation of dance, right?"
"... ."
I planted my ass on the floor and spread my legs only halfway.
Dizzyingly explicit sights on full display, even so.
"Ah, ah..."
"I said you can open your eyes, Manager. Hehe, it's fine to look. I'm not totally naked or anything."
Truth be told, it was worse than naked.
That razor-thin layer clinging on made it all the lewder—wonder if he gets that?
"From there, you grab my hands and force my legs open bit by bit."
"B-but..."
"It's fine, go ahead. Really."
I deliberately avoided saying whether pouncing was okay or not.
That way, it'd gnaw at him from the inside.
'He'll have plenty to agonize over.'
Why's she going this far?
Does she really have feelings for me?
At this point, isn't she just begging to get fucked?
But she's my idol charge—is it okay to fuck her?
The more those conflicts swirled in his head, the stronger his feelings for me would grow. Inevitably.
Humans are that kind of animal.
"Okay, then... slowly. Very slowly. My flexibility's not great."
"Yes, understood..."
An Tae-ho desperately reined in his lust.
And tried his best to do what I wanted.
"Aaaang...! I said sl-slowly! Haeng!"
The harder he held back, the more I did to stoke his desire.
It didn't even hurt.
But every incremental spread of my legs, I unleashed my peak bitch-in-heat moans.
The kind of slutty female groans that'd hit a million shorts views off sound alone.
"Haaang! Go-good... Hng, keep it... Aang! Keep going! I'm fine... Aang! Aaaang!"
"Um, Hyun-ah... tone it down. Someone hears and they'll misunderstand..."
"Haa, don't sweat it. I'll handle the explaining."
"... ."
An Tae-ho squeezed his eyes shut tight.
Couldn't even make three seconds.
He pried them open again, staring straight ahead. Couldn't peel his gaze from the camel toe between my legs, now visibly starting to soak through.
'Ah, he's looking. Staring hard.'
A man's lecherous gaze alone was enough to slick a succubus's pussy.
That's our species.
My nipples had hardened even more, jutting out more obscenely now.
Like they were announcing, "Here are my nipples."
"Haa, haa... Hold like this a little longer. They say it builds flexibility."
"Yes, got... it."
An Tae-ho fidgeted like crazy.
But he couldn't tear his eyes off me. No way.
Wasn't even considering shutting them or looking away anymore.
Knew he shouldn't—and that's what made it thrilling as he devoured my body with eyes like licks.
A gaze brimming with confusion... and raw lust.
Bet his head was freely picturing my tits and pussy under these clothes.
'Maybe even dirtier.'
Might already be imagining ramming his cock into my pussy.
And who could blame him?
'Swelling up so nicely.'
This bastard's dick was rock-hard, tenting his training pants unmistakably.
'Once you're here, it's game over.'
Any man who gets erect in front of a succubus can't beat me anymore.
Not today, maybe—but he'd fall to me eventually.
"Okay, now pull me forward a few times to loosen my waist?"
"Ah... forward, right?"
"Yes, like this... Haang! Sl-slowly! Slowly! It hurts, Manager."
"Hek! S-sorry!"
I poured out bitch moans nonstop.
Tailored to make anyone with a cock react.
'Even a girl would get wet at this.'
Muttering that inside, I kept watching An Tae-ho's reactions.
"......Gulp."
His gaze, once glued to my pussy,
now locked on my tits every time I bent forward, blatantly on display.
Arch back, lean forward—breasts jiggled every time without fail.
No bra meant wilder motion, and leaning showed off obscene cleavage.
And his cock throbbed like it'd burst... now leaking precum too.
Doesn't even notice his training pants slowly staining?
"Hueung, heut... Shall we move to the next warm-up then?"
"Wa-wait!"
"...Yes?"
Suddenly, An Tae-ho—who'd been gripping my wrists—bolted to his feet.
"Come to think of it, today was my date with my girlfriend. Really sorry, but... mind if I head out early?"
"Ah... You have to go, Manager?"
"Th-think I do."
Tried clinging one more time, just in case.
But An Tae-ho bolted like he was fleeing me.
"Hmm, too pushy maybe?"
Once he was gone, I headed back to the changing room.
Tossed the leggings—wet just at the crotch—and muttered under my breath.
"Nah, timing was fine. Even more chill approach wouldn't have changed a thing."
It was a must-pass stage anyway.
Guy's got a girlfriend.
"Gotta feel the guilt, do the agonizing first."
That's how the fruit ripens sweetest.
"Hng, but he got hard looking at me... the more he fights thinking about it, the more it'll haunt him. Humans can't help it."
I grinned and caressed my slick, pleased pussy.
An Tae-ho's doom was just a matter of time.
Don't hate me too much?
"What outfit next time?"
「That bitch is a siren—be extra careful, got it? If you catch feelings, I won't let it slide. That's why I picked you.」
Panting as he burst out of Purem Entertainment, An Tae-ho recalled Go Min-cheol's repeated warnings.
"Haa, damn... Now I see why Go Min-cheol hammered that."
Forehead against the cool utility pole, his overheated body started cooling a touch.
"This is straight-up absurd... unbelievable."
Hard to even vent to anyone.
Who'd buy it?
His female idol charge asks for practice help—comes out no-bra, no-panties, just leggings.
Pussy outline crystal clear...
...Couldn't even tell his girlfriend.
Basic reaction: psycho. And zero defense if slapped with harassment charges.
'Ah, fuck... shoulda filmed it.'
Not just for personal jerk-off sessions.
Might've been slim proof if shit hit the fan.
"Haa."
An Tae-ho sighed, fiddling with his ring again.
Erection still raging.
Tried summoning his girlfriend's face—but the harder he did, Kim Hyun-ah's dizzying poses, her usual smile... her lewd moans echoed relentlessly.
"Driving me nuts, seriously."
"She into me too, right?"
"Fuck, at this point she's begging for it."
"Ah... Just dump the current bitch and date Kim Hyun-ah? Problem solved. Go Min-cheol wants a collar on her neck anyway. 'That guy' is after someone else."
Tsking, An Tae-ho scratched his head.
Pulled up his most frequent contact.
[Wi Seo-young♡]
Rrring.
She picked up before three seconds.
"Yeah, Seo-young. Can we meet today?"
-Huh? Sure, but didn't you say no go today?
"Yeah, but boss okayed early out. Couldn't hold back—missed you, had to call."
-Yay for me! Where to?
"OO-dong then."
-Got it! Heading out now! Hehe, can't wait!
Click. An Tae-ho smirked.
"Fucking gullible idiot."
Why he haunted bookstores for her type.
Number seven he chatted up—boom, girlfriend.
"Prissy high-value bitches are the absolute worst."
He needed easy pussy whenever he wanted.
Better if she bent to him.
Wi Seo-young was perfect.
"Free sex? Nothing beats a convenient girlfriend."
An Tae-ho muttered, nudging his painfully hard cock—still Hyun-ah-haunted—to the side.
"Ha, fuck... Bit unsatisfying, but gonna rail Seo-young till my balls are drained tonight."
First-aid vibes.
'Haaaang, Tae-ho oppa... Haak, harder! Fuck me harder! Ng, hng, pussy's gonna break!'
Damn, now fantasizing solo.
An Tae-ho bit his lip bloody and stormed off.
Couldn't swear if the face he pictured was Kim Hyun-ah... or Wi Seo-young.