Chapter 61: Sexual Bribery Trip with the Association Chairman (2)
Chapter 61: Sexual Bribery Trip with the Association Chairman (2)
“I-is this okay…?”
Before heading out, I took one last look at myself in the mirror. I was in my civilian form—Do Min-jeong, not the transformed Magical Girl—wearing a fluttery, feminine one-piece dress. It was my first time wearing something like this, and I felt strangely nervous.
In a way, this is more embarrassing than my Magical Girl dress.
The Magical Girl dress was something I was forced to wear, but I had chosen to put this on myself.
To be honest, I hadn't really bothered with my appearance whenever I wasn't transformed. "Not bothering" meant no makeup and certainly no effort put into my clothes.
Whenever I wandered around my neighborhood, I always wore baggy, oversized clothes. At least, that was the case until I realized my masochistic fetish. I used to pick thick hoodies specifically because I hated the attention my large breasts drew.
Even after realizing my masochistic tendencies, my wardrobe hadn't changed all that much. I did dig out my school uniform that time I went to the subway to get molested, but that was a special circumstance. Until I started my life as the basketball club’s onahole manager, I had stuck to a very plain fashion sense at university.
I wanted to look lewd, not necessarily pretty.
I enjoyed being eye-raped, but I had no interest in receiving a sincere confession of love from a classmate. There was a surprisingly big difference between the two. I just wanted to enjoy my specific tastes; I didn't want to marry a handsome man, have kids, and live a lovey-dovey life.
Besides, my initial desire to attend university hadn't even come from a place of lewdness. I had tried it because I’d longed for the campus atmosphere since before I realized my fetishes.
Things like MTs, or just attending lectures…
Of course, after discovering activities that provided a much higher dopamine rush—like defeat play and hero work—the actual experience ended up being rather underwhelming. Still, I had tried to get along with my peers while I was there.
For instance, I deliberately avoided doing anything that might make the other female students jealous.
Like wearing revealing clothes, things like that.
I might have enjoyed the immediate thrill of being eye-raped by the male students, but over time, it would have made the female students feel intimidated by my overwhelming Magical Girl physique, leading to resentment.
This was proof that, at least while I was in university, I valued the student experience more than being lewd.
Though, to be fair, I still drew attention even when I dressed plainly…
No matter how much one tries to hide their power, the aura of the strong tends to leak out. Just before I took my leave of absence, the guys in my department had started eyeing me one by one, having caught wind of the enormous tits hidden beneath my clothes.
It’s a relief I took a break before anyone actually confessed.
In the end, I realized that normal university life was more boring than I’d expected and pivoted to being the basketball club’s onahole manager. I was forced into a semi-permanent leave of absence because of the aftermath, but I had no regrets.
As long as it felt good, that’s all that matters.
And that sentiment held true now. This dress—a bright, cheerful one-piece I’d never dared or even thought to wear before—was something I’d bought and put on purely to make myself feel good.
It’s a trip, after all.
Since becoming a hero… no, since becoming a woman, I hadn't gone on a single trip. Not abroad, not even within the country. Not only was my life as a hero busy, but since all my relationships except for my family had been reset, I wasn't even sure who I would go with.
My hero colleagues?
There was almost no one I was close enough to travel with, and more importantly, if heroes traveled together, they’d draw so much attention that they wouldn't be able to enjoy themselves. I could at least hide my identity by staying untransformed, but I had no intention of showing my civilian face to other heroes, so that was out.
University friends?
An MT might count as a trip, but not by my standards. If I’d had a normal social life, I might have gone somewhere with my classmates once in a while. But as everyone knows, I went on leave because of the basketball club incident. Returning to school seemed like a distant dream.
…The Association Chairman?
And that was how I ended up here. A trip for just the two of us. Specifically, a sexual bribery trip tied to the matter of my hero rank promotion.
I lifted the hem of my dress slightly and smiled at the lewd underwear hidden beneath. I believe they call this "battle lingerie." Plus, inside my suitcase was the Golden Bikini I’d received as a gift from the Association Chairman.
The moment I finished my preparations and stepped out of my room, I locked eyes with my younger brother, who was watching TV in the living room.
“Whoa, Sis, where are you going?”
“I told you I was going on a trip.”
“Oh, right.”
My younger brother, Do Min-jae, scratched his head as if he’d just remembered and glanced at me out of the corner of his eye.
“You’re really dressed up, though.”
“Well… it’s been a while since I’ve gone anywhere.”
“Someone would think you’re going on a date with a boyfriend.”
“A-Are you kidding me?! You do remember that I used to be your older brother, not your sister, right?”
“Of course.”
I snapped at him before I could help myself. Hearing that the effort I’d put into dressing up for the trip made me look like a girl in love made me lose my cool for a second.
“If you know that, then don't say things like that. A boyfriend? That’s ridiculous…”
“Well, that’s a relief. I thought someone was stealing my sister.”
“What?”
“I don't think I’ll ever get married anyway, so just let me live off you, Sis…”
“What are you talking about? Did you fail an exam? Did you get rejected? Whatever, I’m leaving.”
There’s never any need to listen seriously to what a younger brother says. I brushed him off and left the house.
*
“You look beautiful today.”
“Ugh, so blunt…?”
And here was one more person who knew I used to be a man. Aside from my family, the Association Chairman was the only person I knew who was aware of my past.
Shin Tae-geon had only vaguely sensed that Magical Girl Floss and the subway nympho Do Min-jeong were the same person; he didn't know the full story behind Floss’s origin. This meant the Association Chairman, who knew the whole truth, was someone I was much closer to—and someone I had to keep a very tight lid on.
“But are you sure you’re okay? We’ll be moving around a lot, and that looks quite uncomfortable.”
“We’re going to the beach anyway. I’ll just be changing into a swimsuit once we get there.”
“……Don't tell me you brought the swimsuit I gave you?”
“Huh? Of course. That golden bikini.”
When I looked at him in confusion, the Association Chairman wore a shocked expression. What? What was that look for?
“If you’re about to tell me that was a joke or a prank…”
“It was half a joke.”
“Who spends this much on a swimsuit as a joke?!”
The moment I’d received it, I’d recognized it as a high-end designer brand. I’d assumed it was the Chairman’s way of showing he was serious. It didn't seem like something someone would drop that much money on for a prank. Apparently, the scale of his jokes was beyond my imagination.
“Haha, I said half. The other half of me was secretly hoping you would. Anyway, let’s get going.”
“We’re taking your car, right?”
“That’s right. When else would I get the chance to drive myself if not for an occasion like this?”
Normally, he always had a chauffeur, so he rarely drove. But today was different. He was taking me on a trip. If he had a family, he might have driven his wife or children around, but the Association Chairman had no family now.
He said he was divorced.
I hadn't heard it directly from him, but it was a well-known rumor that the Chairman had split from his wife a few years ago and lost all custody rights to her. Given his symbolic status as the head of the Hero Association, the media had dragged him through the mud over the divorce, but he remained unfazed.
But he probably only looked fine on the outside. Not to mention his subtly changed aura, and the fact that his "interviews" and frequent hero rank promotions started happening around that time.
I feel strangely weird about this.
I was currently sitting in the passenger seat, my seatbelt buried deep in my cleavage. This was the seat where the Chairman’s wife would have once sat. But now, I was the one sitting here. I didn't know for sure, but dozens of other female heroes had probably sat their asses in this seat before me.
While I was lost in those thoughts, the car started and we set off. As expected of a luxury foreign car, it ran smoothly. After about an hour, I’d forgotten all about the "sexual bribery" aspect and the divorce talk, fully immersing myself in the vacation mood.
“Let’s go on a trip~”
“Ahaha, how old is that song?!”
“Hey now, don't act like you don't know it… Oh?”
While we were driving along, singing and clapping, the Association Chairman let out a small exclamation. I wondered what was wrong, and it turned out we were low on gas.
“I’ll have to stop at a gas station.”
The nearest station was an old-fashioned one, the kind you don't see much these days. It wasn't a self-service station; it was the old kind where an attendant pumps the gas for you. It was small, and unfortunately, there was another customer ahead of us, so we had to wait.
“Looks like we’ll have to wait a bit.”
“I guess so. By the way, Min-jeong, have you eaten?”
“No, I haven't. Why? Are you going to buy something at the convenience store while we’re here?”
I looked out the window at the convenience store attached to the station and then turned back to the Chairman. Suddenly, his lower half was exposed, and something that definitely shouldn't be visible in a place like this was dangling there.
“A-A cock…?”
“Oh, it’s nothing much. I just thought that since we’re fueling up the car, I might as well fuel up our Min-jeong too.”
What kind of buildup was this? I was so flabbergasted I couldn't even speak. I’d expected him to ask for something like this, but we hadn't even reached the resort yet, and there was no natural flow to the situation…
Why is it so big?
In the meantime, I couldn't take my eyes off his cock because it looked so strange. It was my first time seeing his raw dick, and it was shocking to see such a heavy, sweet-potato-like thing hidden in his pants. It wasn't as long as Michael’s or Shin Tae-geon’s, but it was as thick as my forearm.
“Don't… slurp… joke around! I’m not some onahole you can just use… shlup… whenever you want…♡”
I swallowed the saliva that was about to leak out, my eyes glued to his cock as I answered. What would happen if something like that went inside me? Could I even fit it in my mouth? Would my jaw lock?
“Haha, right. Min-jeong is such a cute girl, how could you be an onahole?”
The Chairman seemed quite satisfied with the look on my face as he naturally began kneading my breasts.
“But seeing your body suddenly made me hard. If I don't blow a load right now, it might interfere with my driving.”
“Interfere with your driving?”
“You used to be a man, so you know. It hurts when your cock gets this hard, and the horniness makes it hard to concentrate…”
“O-Okay, I get it! I don't mind, so… I mean, it’s not like we’re having actual sex, right?”
“Haha, then I’ll leave it to you. You said you were hungry, so this is perfect. This is a type of protein, isn't it?”
My nipples hardened on their own as he kneaded my breasts. But I didn't beg him to touch them.
Similarly, no matter how I looked at it, asking for a blowjob just because he was erect was an incredibly abrupt request. Yet, I couldn't bring myself to refuse. We’d already agreed to do lewd things, and above all, this was strictly a sexual bribery trip.
What do you mean it’s "not like that"? You brought me here to treat me like an onahole…♡
I was the one he’d brought along to relieve his urges whenever they struck. That was my role. If so, I had to be loyal to that role. Even if it meant being caught by others and shamed.
Because this is a sexual bribery trip.
Even though I didn't strictly need the S-rank hero title right now, I lied to myself for the sake of immersion, telling myself this was all for the rank promotion.
……Slurp♡
With my tits being savagely squeezed, I finally gave in and bent over. I took the smelly middle-aged man’s cock between my lips, licking it with my tongue and sucking hard to coax out the semen. I felt like a bitch who needed to be fueled with semen to live, just like the car needed gas to move.
“Sir, how much gas would you—h-huh?!”
“Shlup♡ Haa, ngh♡ Slurp-slurp♡”
“Just thirty dollars’ worth, please.”
The Chairman nonchalantly rolled down the window and gave his order to the gas station attendant. The attendant, looking into the car through the window, must have seen it. A woman with her head buried in the man’s crotch, making loud slurping noises as she sucked on something.
I’m definitely not looking up…♡
Unless he was a total idiot, he’d know exactly what was happening. If he saw this and thought I was just sleeping in his lap, he’d have to be brain-dead.
I didn't look up, but I could tell from the voice that the attendant was a man. Realizing that, I naturally became curious about what he was thinking as he looked at me.
Was he wondering why a woman like me was latched onto an old man’s cock? Or did he recognize the Chairman’s face and feel envious that the head of the Hero Association could use a girl much younger than him as a mouth-pussy onahole?
If I had to choose…
Both were good, but beyond curiosity or jealousy, the most arousing thought was that the attendant himself might want to make a woman like me suck his cock while he was driving. To have a woman in the passenger seat who would do any lewd thing he asked.
How wonderful would it be if I were seen not as an equal human being, but as a kind of essential accessory? Just as it’s common sense for a car to have an accelerator, a brake, and a steering wheel, it would be common sense to have a woman in the passenger seat sucking your cock while you drive.
Wait, this is so hot…♡
It was dangerous to come just from having lewd fantasies while giving a blowjob. He still saw me as a daughter figure, so he was being relatively gentle, but the moment he realized I was a pathetic, premature-ejaculation pussy who came just from sucking a dick, the Chairman would stop holding back.
……Wait, shouldn't I just go ahead and come right now then?
Amidst my internal conflict, my sensitivity continued to climb. Just the act of performing a blowjob in front of a total stranger and having lewd fantasies had turned my body into something that could come from the slightest stimulation—like my rock-hard nipples rubbing against my bra or my soaking wet pussy clenching against my panties.
Clunk!
Right on cue, the gas nozzle was inserted into the car. Through the connection, the fuel began to pour into the car with a rush. Because I was bent over and practically lying forward on the seat, I felt as if I could feel the vibration of the fuel surging in.
“Ngh, hnnngh!”
“Mmph?!”
The car being fueled felt like a premonition of what was about to happen to me, and I flinched. Seizing the moment, the Association Chairman trembled and grabbed my head. While the attendant was at the back of the car busy with the gas, I received a fueling of semen directly into my mouth.
“Don't swallow yet.”
When I looked up at him, hesitating on what to do, he spoke in a tone that was gentle yet somehow overbearing, like a command. Overwhelmed, I could only cover my mouth, which was full of semen, and watch his reaction, even as some of it spilled onto my cleavage.
“Uh, the gas is done, sir.”
“I just need to pay, right?”
“Yes, but…”
The attendant, having finished the fueling and come back to the front, looked at me and asked cautiously.
“Is the lady there… okay?”
“Pardon?”
The Association Chairman seemed confused, but I think I knew what the attendant meant.
……Does this guy think I’m being threatened or raped?
If that’s the case, I’m a little disappointed. But it seemed my hunch was right. He must have misunderstood because of the semen on my cleavage and my apprehensive expression.
After a few seconds of silence, the Chairman also realized the intent behind the question and squeezed my thigh hard, leaving a handprint.
“What are you doing? Tell him.”
This was permission. Permission to swallow what was in my mouth. Permission to finish the semen fueling.
There was no reason to hesitate now that I had permission. With one—no, several—gulps, I managed to swallow all the thick, jelly-like semen and opened my mouth.
“I-I’m fine… hic♡”
But the moment I opened my mouth, a small burp escaped. It was a tiny sound that might have gone unnoticed if one wasn't listening closely, but it popped out right as I was trying to finish my sentence.
“A-Ah…”
My face turned redder than it had ever been in my life. I prayed he hadn't heard it, but since he was focused on me and had perked up his ears the moment I opened my mouth, there was no way he’d missed it.
I’d been through all sorts of humiliation play, but this was a first. When I saw the attendant grimace at the smell of semen I’d exhaled, my shame doubled.
“She says she’s fine. Are we done?”
“Ah, yes, yes…”
The attendant grimaced and backed away. Leaving me unable to say a word, the Association Chairman calmly drove the car out of the gas station.
But just as we were pulling away, the attendant’s voice drifted in through the still-open window.
“She was just a pervert bitch, fuck.”
At that contemptuous remark, I could no longer hold back the wave of climax I’d been suppressing and collapsed into a heap.