Like An AV - The Man Who Takes Away Chapter 42: Undercover Agent Nikita Romanova's Tragedy
"And why would I touch you, mister? You'd be the one groping me first."
"So you're confident, huh?"
"Nah. Hehe."
She really was an honest girl.
"What if your mom or dad walks in and catches us?"
"I'd get kicked out. Whatever. Hehehe."
She flinched a bit, so she must be scared after all.
"More like, won't your dad beat me to death?"
"Hmm... Dad's got a temper, but seeing your face, I don't think he'd actually hit you..."
"Won't he take one look at me and assume I forced myself on you?"
"Oh yeah! You're right. This is bad. I'd be a goner. When Dad gets mad, he doesn't care about anything."
The girl was brutally honest at times like this.
"I've got somewhere to be right now, so no can do. Next time."
"Okay. But definitely next time! Wait just a sec."
Jiyeon glanced around before hopping into the car. I closed the trunk and got in too.
"Since you've seen my face, you should at least give me a kiss."
But the kiss she meant wasn't that kind of kiss. Jiyeon quickly yanked down my pants and gave me a delightful service.
"It's my neighborhood, so it feels extra thrilling."
Was it good? Or scary?
"I'm heading in now. Mom and Dad should be back soon."
Jiyeon got out of the car, and I pulled the box I'd prepared for her from the trunk.
"Ugh! Wow! How is this so heavy?"
But she seemed happy thinking about sharing it with her parents, mustering the strength to carry it home.
After parting with Jiyeon, I swung by Eunhee's yoga academy next. I popped the trunk for her as she came down to the parking lot, showing off the seafood I'd brought as a gift.
"What the—it's huge!"
Anyone could see the king crab was oversized. One was plenty for a family of four.
"Divide it up however."
"God, you're the only one who does this for me. But hold on—you came all the way here, I can't just let you leave."
"Nah. I'd just disrupt your all-women academy if I went up."
"Fine. Then just a quick... "
Eunhee climbed into the car. Why are you doing this again? She beckoned from the passenger seat, so I got in too.
"It's been a while, right?"
"Like three weeks?"
"Exactly. If I don't call, you never pick up the phone?"
"Did I? Been busy lately..."
But why are you pulling down someone else's pants?
"Whoa, you're really packing."
She was eyeing me with the same gleam she'd given the king crab moments ago.
"You always bring the big ones."
Before I knew it, her hand was stroking my shaft. I hadn't brought it out for this...
"Anyway, thanks for the meal."
She devoured it without me even offering.
"That hit the spot."
Did it? I couldn't even resist—completely at her mercy.
"I feel bad always mooching like this. Next time, I'll prepare a gift too."
"What you did today is plenty—I'm grateful."
I definitely hadn't given her the seafood expecting this.
"So, how've things been?"
"Pretty good. Enrollment's up, income's better. And things with him are great too."
"Glad to hear it."
"Yeah, really. In some ways, we're closer now than before you and that whole thing."
I couldn't quite understand how, but if they were happy, that was enough.
"We've got this little rule between us. In everyday life, we don't talk about you. But when things get naughty, we always bring you up. It helps us both. Not just you—we share all kinds of sex fantasies."
"I've heard couples do that sometimes."
"Yeah. Sometimes I start it, sometimes he does. Turns out he's got way more sexual hunger than I thought. I pegged him as this uptight guy, but nope—total perv."
"Funny. I always saw him as straight-laced."
"You know how some people live the opposite of their real desires? Like someone into guys hating on gays, or a pedo pushing kid protection. Anyway, I've thought a lot about his kinks."
Her explanation made sense. Hiding twisted urges behind a rigid facade—it humanized him a bit.
"Now he even picks and shoots my SNS pics himself. The thought of other guys ogling my body makes something stir in his chest—jealousy mixed with pride. Like, 'She's mine, and you can only look.' Pfft!"
She cracked up at how silly it sounded coming from her.
"He might strip me naked for pics next. But I don't wanna go that far. Desires run wild without brakes, and we'd just hurt each other."
The woman saying this had just sucked off her guy friend and was now masturbating in the passenger seat while chatting.
"Guess I've got more self-control than him."
She burst out laughing again.
"Thanks. Really. Oh! What the—I'm cumming! Ngh! Ngh! Ngh!"
Like last time, Eunhee's climax was intense—more than most girls. Not just moans; her whole body shuddered with pleasure.
"Ngh! Ah! I... wait! Hah!"
Even she couldn't control it. It lasted over a minute.
"Whoa... just being near you makes it so different."
Once she'd calmed, Eunhee continued.
"It's never this bad face-to-face with him."
"He'd be hurt if he knew."
By now, her stories about him didn't faze me at all.
"Nah, he loves it. That's why we click so well. Some kinda jealousy toward an unstoppable rival? It turns him on."
"Sounds like a match. You enjoy seeing him jealous?"
"That's part of it, but feeling his love in that jealousy? That's the real thrill. Like, 'He loves me this much.' Huh? Time flew. Class soon—gotta go."
We got out together, and I handed her the box with the king crab and lobsters from the trunk.
"It's massive. Heh!"
Her laugh warmed me. Whatever her future held, I supported her journey. No judgment for her choices—I had no right, and who knew what was truly "wrong"?
I was sailing my own new world; she was on hers.
"Head in."
"Yeah. Hit me up."
Even after sharing with those two, plenty of seafood remained. On the way home, I stopped by Moonhee's place near the office and gave her a king crab and a few lobsters.
"Whoa! Sunbae, thank you! I've never seen a king crab this big. And I've never even tried lobster."
"Me neither. Can't vouch for the taste. Steam 'em and enjoy with your boyfriend."
"Huh? How'd you know I have a boyfriend?"
"It's written all over your face, Moonhee-ssi."
"Hoho. Busted. Oh my."
Moonhee cutely accepted the gift and headed off. Good to repay some debts with this.
On the drive home, I got three thank-you texts. A single Gift Card expressed my gratitude to all three.
Come to think of it, three women had serviced me today. Life felt so fulfilling.
The next morning, I got ready for work as usual and waited for Bora. Her husband had left early, as always—keeping up appearances even mid-audit.
Soon Bora arrived. She eyed me briefly at the door, then stripped.
No exceptions. Naked upon entering—that was our rule.
"What's that?"
The wife wrinkled her nose at the black latex outfit, shades, and boots I'd brought in.
"Put it on."
"Tch..."
She clicked her tongue like she'd expected it, taking the clothes. Naked, she slipped into the latex uniform and boots—looking sharp.
Her slim, flawless figure suited it perfectly. Breasts a tad underwhelming—only compared to Jiyeon's—but far above average.
Black shades completed it. A whole new allure.
Damn. I never liked black latex before, never found it hot. But on Bora's sleek body? Already wanted a quick round.
It matched her icy face perfectly.
"What now?"
Of course, this alone did nothing. The key step remained.
Costume Card <Undercover Agent>
"From now on, your code name is Nikita Romanova."
I mashed up two iconic black-uniform babes. Name didn't matter.
The moment hit. Her mocking sneer vanished, replaced by steely resolve.
"Agent Nikita Romanova. Awaiting orders."
Not just her face. She stood ramrod straight, hands clasped behind her back, eyes locked on me—like she'd lived this life forever.
"Mission orders: Uncover the suspicious activity at Hower City Hall and clear Deputy Mayor Kim Hanseong's name."
I issued them gravely.
"High-risk op. No guarantees on your life."
She listened intently, posture perfect.
"Understood. I'll stake my life on it."
Undercover agent Nikita Romanova saluted with grim determination.
Nice. Felt like watching a female spy head into deadly danger.
Ah... hate to send her off like this. Time for a quickie?
But as I hesitated, she reached the door.
"Stay safe, sir."
One last salute, and she was gone—to save "her" Kim Hanseong.
Couldn't follow now. But I had a way to track her.
I sank into the sofa and activated the Active Card <Monitor> on actress Bora.
Active Card <Monitor> — Target: Actress Bora
Miraculously, her image flooded my mind—like a third eye trailing her.
At first, disorienting. Eyes on the living room, but another view in my head? Who else has felt this?
Head throbbed slightly; I leaned back, relaxed, and watched.
Close my eyes? Nah—better adapt fast, so I kept them open.
Maybe that's why—or talent?—but minutes later, it felt natural.
Like PIP on TV: main screen living room, tiny sub-screen her. Weirder than TV at first, but soon more comfy.
Could even shove the sub-view aside. Much better.
Hmm... maybe the Master Card <Eagle Eye> boosted my vision.