Beauty (High)

I sat cross-legged and brought up the system.

I meant to sort, however roughly, through everything yesterday's grand undertaking had earned me.

Sixteen rounds of sex had netted me roughly forty-two hundred points. Just looking at the number was enough to put me at ease.

Turning over the advice of Chio, who was gone now, I remembered that the system's measure for points was satisfaction. In other words, the amount of points I'd earned let me roughly gauge how much pleasure I'd actually felt during sex.

Of yesterday's sessions, the only one that settled at three hundred points was my first time. After that, the payout shrank a little more with every climax, until the last bout—the one where I hadn't used the Stamina Agent—came in at two hundred and thirty. That figure proved it.

So what kind of hypnosis would earn me the most points?

…Hypnosis that lasted permanently. I had to lay suggestions with abilities whose duration ran long.

The time had come for the real thing.

Heat gathered in my eyes of its own accord.

That didn't mean I was about to burn Level 1 or Level 2 abilities, of course. Those lasted a good while too, but… the first priority was climbing to Level 3.

I wanted to check the Level 3 hypnosis items, and I wanted the Enhancement and Evolution options—available only from Level 3 onward—unlocked as soon as possible.

Which left the problem of how, and with what, I was going to fill the experience still standing between me and Level 3.

"…."

Right. Fill it with what.

I scratched my head.

Off the top of my head, there were two ways to raise experience. One was paying for it. The other was jerking off for however many days it took.

But paying for it… was out.

Motel fees, money spent at the convenience store, and a pile of other expenses had already scraped my account down to the floor.

Which left only you.

I opened the gallery on my phone.

Onto the screen came a haughty beauty with her legs spread in an M.

Figures. At a time like this, there's no girlfriend handier than your own hand.

My eyes tracked the people streaming past without a moment's rest.

Blue status windows drifted in a dizzy swarm on every side.

Even skimming nothing but Beauty Rank was more than I could keep up with.

Since the day of the grand undertaking, I hadn't missed a single day of leaving the house.

At first I'd covered the whole university district. I'd even planted myself all day in the very alley where I'd found Kim Yuna.

But I never turned up another woman of Beauty rank.

After that I admitted I'd been complacent and left the campus streets behind, widening the net slowly through the studio-apartment blocks, the villa neighborhoods, and finally the nearest shopping mall.

That was how I'd arrived, as I had now, at the closest subway station.

Today already marked a full week of this miserable grind—scouting new places, new people.

Hoo—

I wiped the sweat from my brow with the back of my hand.

Goddamn it.

I was coming to appreciate, in the most concrete way, just how lucky I'd been with Kim Yuna.

The weather was still cold, and yet here I was, sweating.

The crowds were bad enough, but this station had a problem all its own.

Even if I got lucky and spotted a woman of Beauty rank, there was no way to pin her down unless she was someone who came through the station on a regular schedule.

Follow, lose her. Follow, lose her. Over and over.

"Ha…."

I wandered the station for a long while, and only after rush hour had died did I drag myself back out.

The one mercy was that home sat less than twenty minutes from Hankuk University Station.

Nothing worth calling a result, but I'd put in the work again today.

It didn't have to be today. If I kept combing every corner of the country, she'd be out there somewhere.

Walking home, I scrolled through the college-girl videos in my gallery.

Call it a routine, if you like.

Hunt for prey outside all day, come home, put on a college-girl video, and jerk off.

A little pathetic, sure—but stacking experience that way, bit by bit, had brought the system's level bar nearly all the way to Level 3.

What should I watch today….

I walked with half my brain switched off, settled on a video at last, and lifted my head.

An apartment complex had appeared in front of me.

The route the map suggested changed now and then, so I hit the search button again without much thought.

….

Apartments.

Apartments, huh.

I turned my eyes back toward the complex.

Think about it—was there a better place to look for a beauty than an apartment complex?

Residences were fixed, so background checks would be easy, and even if they weren't virgins, other men had already done the filtering. Only women of a certain standard would be gathered here.

Maybe this wasn't a bad idea after all.

I ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠shoved the phone into my pocket and walked in through the main gate.

The entrance stood wide open, so stepping through the front gate didn't get me stopped by security.

Hss—

I drew in a deep breath of grass and glanced around the park.

It wasn't even a new build, and yet the lawn and the plantings were kept remarkably well.

More than anything, my eyes could finally rest.

I'd come from the chaos of a subway station into the quiet of an apartment park, after all.

…Peaceful. Slow, and unhurried.

From a nearby playground came the bright, lively voices of children.

On the benches sat the adults watching over them.

Adults?

Right.

I'd walked into this complex privately hoping for a sexy mature woman, and yet there wasn't a married woman in sight—only grandmothers and grandfathers minding the kids.

"…Tch."

A shame, honestly. The novel I'd been reading right before I nearly died had been about hypnotizing a married woman and having her, too…

But I gave up quickly. I was sure that lingering here wouldn't get me anything.

I turned my steps back toward the gate.

"…?"

That was when a woman's back, far off, caught my eye.

A status window had come up, but she was so far away the letters were only a blur.

A cardigan hid her waistline, yet the ass and the hips alone told me that rear view was anything but ordinary.

I closed the distance until the words on the status window came clear.

"…Hup."

A meeting written by fate, you might say.

I'd wondered about this once before.

If the status window's looks scale had Ordinary, and above that Ordinary (High), then by the same logic, shouldn't there be a Beauty (High) sitting above Beauty?

The answer was right in front of me.

I already knew how rare a woman of Beauty rank was, and how beautiful. And this was Beauty (High)?

I couldn't even begin to imagine what her face looked like.

Thump, thump—

Would she be on the level of a celebrity?

Hah. I'm getting nervous for no reason.

Now and then, when she glanced down at the child, a sliver of her profile showed, and every time that slender bridge of a nose stood out sharp in my sight.

I was already hard. Fuck.

I slipped along behind the trees lining the walk, careful to stay out of view, and tailed what looked like a mother and daughter. The closer I got, the more cleanly the status window's text resolved.

That little High, stuck right beside Beauty.

How far I'd walked to find this. Tears nearly blurred my eyes.

I read the line that dominated the window more than any other.

"Ninety-four… E!"

An E-cup.

A chest size so far past the average Korean woman it barely made sense.

That alone was merit enough in this married woman. And on top of it, a pretty face? This was a woman God had built to be taken.

The trouble was, I couldn't confirm that un-East-Asian physique from the outside—the very thing stoking my expectations—because she was wearing a cardigan that swallowed her waistline whole.

Before long she took the little girl's hand and left the walking path.

I fixed her retreating back in my eyes one last time as she opened the entry door and went in, then turned away.

I knew which building she lived in. That was enough for today.

Lingering too long in an unfamiliar complex could turn ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠into a problem if I wasn't careful.

Building 203.

Once I'd finished noting the address and the building, I headed for the underground parking garage.

Clack—!

Home again, I bought a Level 1 Awakening Agent and a libido enhancer with practiced ease.

Spending a mere two hundred points on a straight ticket to Level 3 could hardly count as overinvesting.

Lord, you do understand that if the Level 3 hypnosis item is garbage too, then we're truly out of options, right?

I poured every ounce of desperation into it and downed the Awakening Agent like a man at prayer, palms pressed together. A ticklish wind climbed my spine; I shuddered, then pulled the phone from my pocket.

"Ah, ah…. Mic check. Ah…."

Kim Yuna's fresh, clean face filled the screen beside her ID card.

Even if I was the one who filmed it, this was a genuine masterpiece…

Here we go again.

In a spirit close to reverence, I wrapped my right hand around my erect cock and started working it up and down.

Slap, slap, slap—

.

.

.

Splurt—!

Cum back to back in that short a span, and no matter how fast the body remakes semen, it can't keep up. Not even when the Stamina Agent's effect is absolute.

On the last shot, what came out was semen already separating into sperm and clear fluid.

Fifteen minutes of climaxing like a rabbit on a turtle's stamina. Seven ejaculations in a mere fifteen minutes. If I'd done it once a day, that would have been a week's worth.

My balls burned as if I'd stuck a hot medicated patch on them. Thankfully they didn't ache or throb.

Seven in a row… didn't that belong in the Guinness Book?

I tossed the tissues I'd used to clean up into the trash and blinked three times.

Level 3!

Whether the masturbation had done the work or not, the experience bar that had been ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠so close was full at last, and I'd finally crossed into Level 3.

The truth was, the time that mattered was only just beginning.

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Forgetting even to pull my underwear back on, I dropped cross-legged onto the floor and pressed the hypnosis option.

At the critical moment, cold sweat ran down my back, the way it does when you sneak a look at your tiles.