76. My Buff is a Drug
76. My Buff is a Drug
'Whoa... I came so much from a double blowjob....'
Gulp. Gulp.
Gulp, gulp...!
The frantic sounds of them swallowing semen from both sides were absurdly obscene.
"Haa."
"Hoo...."
Hee-yeon and Lanfang each let out their own moans, signaling they had swallowed every drop.
Next...
"You're making us do... this. Is it something you've always wanted to try...?"
"This is... really, really embarrassing...."
What Hye-yong had them do was a sandwich, which he considered the pinnacle of threesomes.
Himself, sitting down.
And two slits almost overlapping each other as they stimulated his cock from both sides.
Hye-yong watched it, feeling blissful, while also cooking up an excuse.
"It's not that I've always wanted to try it...."
He had definitely wanted to try it.
"It's just that, we can't exactly, you know, have full-on intercourse in this situation."
He had never had sex with Na Hee-yeon before either.
The biggest reason, honestly, was that he didn't want to take her virginity in a place like this.
"This way I can finish both of you off at once, right...?"
"That's true, haah, but...."
Hee-yeon made eye contact with Lanfang, who was moving her hips on the other side. Overcome by sheer embarrassment, Hee-yeon reflexively whipped her head away.
"Ah...."
Lanfang was just as embarrassed, so she turned her head away too.
But the key point was that neither of them stopped stimulating his shaft.
'Khhh... I never thought I'd live to see the day I'd receive a double blowjob and do a pussy sandwich.'
He thought it would forever remain a fantasy.
The sole downside was that he had to constantly keep watch for the murderer using his buffs, since he had no idea when the bastard might show up.
'Ah, this feels amazing.'
The sensation of his cock sliding against their hot, slick mucous membranes felt way better than the usual thigh job, where it was just wedged against a crotch.
Maybe it was because the visual stimulation was so intense?
'This is the life of a hedonistic king....'
Swish... schlick— swish... schlick—
He was relishing the sensations when the pace suddenly quickened. He looked and saw Na Hee-yeon on the verge of tears, speeding up.
"Hnngh, finish quickly, hurry...! Hurry up and come, this is genuinely so embarrassing...!"
Lanfang immediately matched her pace.
"I'm embarrassed too...! Hurry, hurry up...!"
Lanfang went a step further, outright grabbing and locking the tip of his glans in place.
The rapid, rhythmic friction from both sides made the urge to ejaculate surge up again in no time.
"Girls, hey... if you go at it that hard...!"
"That's why I said hurry up and come!"
"Hnngh, p-please, hurry!"
Ah, so happy times truly are fleeting.
Splurt!
Unable to withstand the pressure from the two girls, the man spat out a sticky white liquid in surrender.
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The room now reeked so strongly that even Hye-yong, who was used to it, would've guessed someone had just been going at it extremely intensely.
The smell must have thoroughly seeped into Hee-yeon and Lanfang's bodies too.
Hee-yeon and Lanfang hurriedly put their clothes back on.
Since it had been so rushed, Hye-yong was satisfied, but the two of them were still left in an ambiguous state.
He could feel from their expressions that their arousal hadn't subsided.
He felt a little sorry, but he couldn't exactly satisfy them here and now.
Resolving to just capture the Virus, he spoke to them.
"Let me say this again. That murderer bastard is extremely meticulous and cautious. He would never approach a place where people are gathered."
"Then what do we do?"
"From what I've found out, he has a thing for women with big breasts. Right now, Hee-yeon, you're the perfect bait. I think you'll have to lure him in by walking alone on a dark, secluded path."
"Hik!"
Hee-yeon immediately became terrified.
Not without reason.
If you tell someone to be bait for a pleasure killer who strangles women to death.
But he had to coax her properly.
"You're the only one who can do this, Hee-yeon! We have to eliminate the evil spirit and wake up from this place. I didn't tell you, but Ah-yeong died too. If we fail, we might never wake up at all."
"Ah, even Ah-yeong. ...Alright. I'll do it! I want to protect Ha-yoon too!"
Hee-yeon was the kind of person who could summon courage for the sake of others.
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The group moved to a secluded path that seemed truly devoid of any people.
The only light came faintly from a streetlamp.
"Ugh... do I really have to go like this...?"
Having taken off her uniform and standing in just her underwear, Hee-yeon covered her almost-bursting chest and her groin as she mumbled.
Hye-yong thought that if he were the pleasure killer, he would have wanted to murder her without a doubt.
"It's to lure him in more reliably. The more crazed he gets for you, the higher your safety actually becomes."
Lanfang and Hye-yong both had buffs on them that concealed their scent and presence.
This would make it difficult to fail the ambush.
"...Hmph."
Na Hee-yeon pouted but followed the plan, walking slowly along the path.
"Lanfang, you just wait for my signal."
"Yes. Understood."
But, if he was going to lure him alone in the end, was there really any need for them to do that kind of thing together beforehand?
As I thought, Master just wanted to try it...
Lanfang gripped her blade tonfa tightly and shoved the thought that had entered her head deep down inside.
Clack.
In the darkness, Na Hee-yeon walked slowly in nothing but her underwear and heels.
Her face was full of anxiety.
Yet she continued to put one foot forward, summoning her courage.
About twenty seconds passed like that.
Swish!
Through his Night Vision, Hye-yong saw something move swiftly.
Hye-yong cast Night Vision on Lanfang and whispered, killing his voice.
"Do you see something?"
"It moved with a 'swish'."
"Time to get ready to pounce."
Right after he spoke, a black shadow flew toward Na Hee-yeon.
They said he'd go into a frenzy; looks like the intel was spot on.
'A shield won't work.'
What he could trust was his newly acquired temporary class: Apprentice Executioner.
Perhaps because he was an apprentice, it didn't apply to the other students, but against that guy—who was a genuine death row convict and murderer—it would definitely work.
But it would take time to get close.
Lanfang's role was to fill that gap.
"Dressed like that, of course I want to kill you!!"
"Hik...!"
Crash!
The moment Na Hee-yeon was grabbed by the neck and thrown down, Hye-yong cast a movement speed increase buff on Lanfang and shouted.
"Lanfang!!"
"Yes!!"
Thanks to having poured all her buff cost into movement and jumping power, Lanfang shot forward just like an assassin from a comic book and pounced on the murderer.
[ Assassin's Stigma ]
The instant he confirmed contact, he changed the buff page to an exclusive buff.
The buffed blade tonfa swung toward the murderer.
"!"
Clang!!
The murderer glanced at the attack coming from behind and immediately pulled a dagger from his waist to block it.
Clang, clang, clang, clang!!
Left, right, center, flank.
Even with Na Hee-yeon pinned beneath his feet, he read every single spot Lanfang targeted and blocked her skillfully.
'My role is to keep him from escaping!'
Rather than attacking to inflict damage, she swung her weapons to tie up his feet as much as possible, and because of that the murderer couldn't pull his body free.
Meanwhile, Hye-yong was sprinting over with everything he had.
'You're doing great, Lanfang! Just hold out a little longer!!'
But there were limits; after getting her shoulder slashed by the murderer's dagger, she had no choice but to leave an opening.
Rather than pressing the attack, the murderer chose to bolt.
"Khuht...!!"
"Lanfang!"
"D-Don't mind me, go after him!!"
The murderer was fleeing.
Hye-yong was running too, but his speed would never be enough to catch up.
The murderer was faster than the movement speed buff he had cast.
If he lost him now, he would never fall for the same trick again.
In that brief moment, Hye-yong's mind revved up to its absolute maximum potential.
'A gun? No. He's a Virus anyway. Conventional attacks will just get blocked in the end.'
Hye-yong created a buff as quickly as he possibly could.
[ Executioner's Knot ]
Enables use of the skill Executioner's Knot, which binds death row inmates.
'I have to do it just like that man did!'
He brought a skill he'd created in his imagination into reality.
'Please work!'
Swish!
As he focused his mind and used the skill, a noose began to form around the murderer's neck, exactly as Hye-yong had pictured.
"Kuk!"
But the murderer sensed it, twisted his head desperately, and dodged.
'He dodged that!?'
However, the reckless evasion caused his posture to crumble.
Hye-yong immediately cast the skill again, this time targeting the murderer's ankle.
Thwip!
"Hup...!!"
Crash!!
He couldn't block the noose aimed at his ankle and was slammed straight into the ground. A moment later, the noose snapped taut, yanking him up into the air.
Squeeeze!
"Keuk!"
The noose clamped tight around his ankle!
But perhaps because it wasn't his neck, it only seemed to hurt him a little—his expression was merely pained.
"Dammit, dammit! Why won't it break?!"
He pulled his upper body up to try and cut the noose, but it was futile.
Inside this inner world, the Executioner was the murderer's natural predator in the truest sense!
Convinced that victory was his, Hye-yong walked toward the female student being controlled by the murderer.
"I-I won't be caught!! Never!! I refuse to be executed!!"
"Even so, you can't break free from...."
Slash!
"What the!"
The murderer cut into his own ankle.
Slice slice slice!
And then he literally started 'sawing' at it.
"Never, never, never, never!!"
Hye-yong, who had been walking, started running the moment he saw that.
'Can I only use one noose at a time!?'
He released the noose on the ankle, planning to secure it firmly around the neck instead, and the murderer immediately plummeted.
Despite having an ankle that was now ragged tatters, the murderer tried to flee with ungodly speed.
'Shit. I can't miss this time. I have to aim precisely for the neck!'
But he was too fast.
He'd thought the guy would be slow because he'd sliced at his own ankle, but he seemed even faster than before.
Did that mean his ankle was genuinely half-severed?
The bastard was running away, adding irregular movements as if he had figured out exactly how the noose worked to ensnare him.
'I need to concentrate, but he's not leaving any opening at all. Do I just have to take a wild shot!'
Just then, something like a blue flame flickered in the darkness, and a black shadow shot out.
"Haaaah!"
POW!
A refreshing fist smashed straight into the murderer's face!
"Ughak!"
Taking a clean hit, the murderer crashed to the ground and tumbled.
He'd wondered who on earth it was—it was Geum Na-rin.
"Senior Na-rin!?"
"I was passing by and saw the mess outside was no joke. I thought you might be mixed up in it so I searched around, and I guess I hit the jackpot!"
An insane assist at a completely unexpected moment!
This is why you have to live your life doing good deeds for others.
Hye-yong seized the opening and snared the noose firmly around the murderer's neck.
"Krghk...!!"
The noose tightened around the murderer's throat.
But oddly, he didn't get hoisted up.
"Kruk, kaaa... You rookie!! You've never executed anyone before!! Did you think a whelp like you could kill me?! I am protected by God!! My execution has failed three times already!!"
Not only that, but as if hypnotizing himself, he shouted those words and began to flee, step by step, even while being strangled.
It could only be described as extraordinary tenacity.
'He called me a rookie. Is it because the temporary class I received is Apprentice?'
Maybe he actually had to follow the formal execution procedure he'd heard from the Executioner.
"...Inmate number three-eight-seven-five."
The moment he spoke, the murderer flinched, his eyes snapping wide open as he looked back.
"How do you know that!!"
"Inmate number three-eight-seven-five!"
"Shut your mouth!!"
Along with a browbeating shout, the murderer approached at a speed that defied common sense.
"Choi Hye-yong!! Watch out!!"
Right before his eyes, the death row inmate was practically flying at him, dagger leading the way.
It felt like time was slowing down.
'I don't even have time to shout the death sentence three times! What do I do!?'
Just then, he felt something graspable in his hand.
The coarse, gritty texture of a prison rope.
'Don't tell me, the execution started just from immobilizing him and reciting his inmate number?'
Hye-yong yanked it violently on pure instinct.
"Kuk!!"
The murderer, who had been approaching at an absurd speed, was abruptly halted as his body was hoisted about 10cm into the air.
'Yes! So this is how it works!'
Hye-yong immediately gripped the prison rope and spun around.
As if hoisting the death row inmate to a sufficient height, he walked forward and yanked the rope, pulling the bastard's body upward.
"Uwaaah!"
He was so heavy that Hye-yong could barely take a single step even using all his strength. He let out a fierce kiai and wrung out every last ounce of energy he had.
Squeeeeeze!
"Krghheaaagh!!"
The moment he felt he had pulled him high enough.
Hye-yong yanked the prison rope toward him as if embracing it, screaming at the top of his lungs.
"Inmate number three-eight-seven-five!!"
"Krgaak!"
'No!'
"Inmate number three-eight-seven-five!!"
"Krgaagagak!!"
I... cannot die by execution.
I don't want to be unable to kill.
I am... protected by God!!
"Execution! Execution! Execution!!!!"
I don't want to die....
Snap!!
The sound of someone's neck bone breaking rang out.
Completely drained of strength, Hye-yong let go of the noose.
Thud!
The corpse of the female student, her eyes rolled back and her body limp, collapsed powerlessly to the ground.