Fantasy's Flower is the Orc!

"I'm heading out now too."

My stomach was full. I'd eaten like a king today, devouring rare delicacies that most people never get to taste.

"Why don't you stay and have dinner with us?"

Seol Eun-ji asked.

"Yeah, you've worked so hard today. Let us at least treat you to a meal."

Chae Song-ah chimed in too.

"I'd love to, but I've got something to do tonight."

Looking at those two women, their eyes still burned with lingering yin energy. No, it was even more intense than before. I could practically feel their desire radiating toward me. It wasn't a bad offer at all. Sticking around for more fun sounded tempting.

But I really did have business to attend to.

"Next time, then. Make some time for me."

"Sure thing."

I left the academy and hurried back home.

I had no idea how much longer the Special!! Card would last, so I needed to get home quick and test it out.

On the subway ride back, I felt the urge a few times to press the stopwatch right there in this crowded public space.

But I couldn't. The Special!! Card only affects people. And subways have surveillance cameras these days. No way.

That's one reason I chose Eun-hee's academy. No one there to handle cameras, mostly female students who hate them anyway, so no internal surveillance. Plus, it wasn't peak hours — ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠too crowded, and you'd draw eyes even slipping away discreetly.

Back home, I called for Bora.

"Your husband?"

"Not yet. Might not come home tonight."

Apparently, after that incident, Bora's husband had earned the mayor's full trust. He was busier than ever, barely apart from the mayor.

Hmm? Trust? Or had he leashed the mayor instead?

Whatever. As long as Bora believed it, fine by me. None of my business.

But him coming home late? Kinda disappointing. I had plans...

Oh well. No telling when the card vanishes. Might as well proceed.

A twinge of regret, but I used the Casting Card on Bora anyway.

Huh? Interesting.

She'd always been mannequin-like, straining not to show her pleasure. But under time stop? Totally different vibe.

First, I made her masturbate. She sat on the sofa, face twisted, fingering herself.

Normally, I'd fuck her once first to keep her aroused. Starting with masturbation cold? No excitement, no fun to watch.

But today...

"Hah! Heuk!"

Time stopped, I ravaged her, then resumed. Bora thrashed in ecstasy, lost and confused.

I repeated it several times. Her growing panic was pure delight.

Fucking her frozen felt like Love Doll play. Suddenly, that actress Yoon-young from earlier popped into my head.

Whatever. Even without her, I had Bora.

Would I see Yoon-young again? Who knows.

I toyed with Bora a while longer when the phone rang.

"Huh? No, it's fine. Just come home."

Her husband.

Thrilled, I sent her off.

Soon after, he arrived. About an hour later, I stopped time and slipped out.

I punched in Bora's door lock code — the one I'd blackmailed her into memorizing — and entered. Closed the door behind me.

Her husband sat on the living room sofa, watching TV. Bora slumped at the dining table chair. Her face wasn't bright.

Husband home early bumming her out? And why weren't they together?

Whatever. Not my problem.

I hiked up Bora's skirt, yanked down her panties, and thrust in. Already soaked from our hour at my place.

Ah, that explains it. She couldn't play normal in front of hubby right after taking another man's cock.

Didn't matter. I pounded away.

Fixed her clothes, hid out of sight, resumed time.

"Heuk! Hnng!"

Bora moaned, body shuddering.

"Huh? What's wrong? You okay?"

"No, I'm fine. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Just a chill... Don't worry."

"You're pushing too hard lately. All that stress..."

"Really, I'm fi— ahk!"

Bora moaned again.

"You sure you're okay?"

He stood from the sofa, worried.

"I'm fine."

She rose and headed to the bathroom. I stopped time and followed.

No lock, huh.

I carried her to the marital bedroom.

This was real evil. Couples' bed was off-limits. My lingering conscience whispered it.

Ignored it completely. If I listened to conscience, I'd be jerking off alone.

Fuck conscience.

Laid her on their bed and fucked her. Briefly resumed time.

"Hauk! Heuk! Huh?"

She moaned, spotted me, eyes wide in shock. Stopped time again.

Pounded. Resumed, flashed my face. Stopped.

Twice more. Her face filled with horror each time.

Good enough. Creampied her.

Conscience kicked in — grabbed a towel, tucked it under her ass. Most cum soaked it.

Dressed her, carried to bathroom. Closed door, hid, resumed time.

"Hnnng!"

Bora's moan echoed loud. Intense orgasm, huh.

"Honey?"

Her husband hovered outside the bathroom, worried.

"Sorry. Not feeling great today."

She emerged after a while, apologizing.

"Yeah? Go to the doctor if it gets worse."

"I will. I'll tell you if it's serious."

He fretted back to the sofa, turned off the TV.

"I'm just worried. Anything bothering you?"

"No, really."

"Okay... I worry about your health. And we haven't slept together in a month and a half, right?"

A month and a half?

About when I started with her...

She really that loyal? Avoided sex with him 'cause she felt dirty?

Yeah, that sounded like Bora.

"Sorry. Bear with me another couple weeks."

"No, it's not that I want... I'm just worried..."

He bowed his head apologetically.

A huge pang of guilt hit me. Tormenting a loving couple like this...

So I face-fucked Bora once more. Sorry, Bora. But I don't think I can let you go when the time comes.

Sincere apology delivered.

Stopped time, slipped out, back home.

The stopwatch vanished like it was waiting for the moment. Sigh... such a shame. So much more fun I could've had.

Time stop experience over. Regret lingered, but a fulfilling day nonetheless.

Historic, even. Six women in one day. Uploaded two adult vids. Yoga/Pilates stuff separate from Bora — couldn't bundle 'em.

Fine by me. Double revenue.

And committed a ton of sins. So before bed, I absolved myself and crashed.

Next day, Sunday. First girl-free day in ages. After yesterday's marathon, needed a wholesome break for mental health.

Ate breakfast, lounged on the sofa, flipped on the TV for the first time in forever.

Suddenly thought of yesterday's actress Yoon-young. Watch one of her movies?

Healthy enough, right? Scoured IPTV for her films.

Then, out of nowhere, a prompt appeared. Never seen this before.

And a card materialized in my hand.

Hmm... what's ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠this?

I read it.

What the hell? Cinematic Card? Grand cinematic AV? All gibberish.

Quest? Rewards? Destruction? Time ticking down while I pondered.

Blackmail much? Unknown reward, use in an hour or lose it...

No choice. Gotta try. Cards never screwed me before.

One hitch: Requires Costume .

Orc? Why orc? I hate orcs. That's why I sealed it...

Damn. Curiosity about the reward wins. Pulled out Costume Card .

Orc's a monster, right? Shit... Women already call me all sorts. Even "monster" today. Now literally become one?

Read the card again.

Why's orc fantasy's flower? Hero, mage, sage — something cool!

Grumbling, I tore it.

Hm? Felt my height surge. Apartment's old, but ceiling's high — now my head brushes it.

How tall am I? Real monster now. Normal orcs are human-sized or a bit bigger, right? This is ogre territory.

Headed to bathroom mirror, ducked low fearing I'd punch through the ceiling. Shoulders barely fit the door...

Too damn big. Irritating. Already stressed about height. Tall guys get girls in Korea — if handsome. Me? Plain... scary face plus tall? They fear me.

Maybe why I'm ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠always smiling, yielding. Frown a bit, people freak.

Don't love being tall. Now monster orc? Unsettled.

Sidled in sideways, head down, checked mirror.

Real monster... Huge face to match height, fist-sized nose, sharp fangs... Muscles everywhere.

Not chicken-breast gym rat — decent fat too. Decade of training, eating anything: muscle pig? Upgraded version?

Skin's healthy bronze, not my usual. Tanning oil sheen from bodybuilding comps.