Chapter 22
Chapter 22
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 22
Chapter Title: JUF-009 (17)
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A long time passed like that.
When I came back to my senses, the surroundings were a total mess.
Choi A-ran's fluids were pooled thickly in the sink.
The mirror was splattered with the semen I'd sprayed everywhere.
Her high heels and clothes were scattered haphazardly across the floor.
I took a quick look around before carefully getting dressed and waking Choi A-ran.
She had completely exhausted herself and was slumped blankly over the sink.
"If you stay like that, you'll catch a cold. Let's clean up and head out."
She flinched as my hand touched her shoulder.
Her senses were overly sensitive after reaching climax so many times.
She dragged her disheveled body upright like someone nursing a brutal hangover.
Then she met my eyes and hurriedly covered her chest with her hands.
A ridiculous chuckle escaped me at the sight.
"Haha, what? Playing shy now? Just a minute ago you were all 'Honey! I love you! Hold me!' going absolutely wild. Nothing left to be embarrassed about, right?"
She bristled at my teasing question and smacked my chest lightly.
But with her stamina drained, it didn't hurt—it was just cute.
It was more like a pouty tantrum than an attack.
"...Y-you, you player! How many girls have you charmed like this? Where the hell did you learn all that?!"
Her face flushed beet red, clearly recalling the ecstatic sex they'd just had.
That loving mood and delicate emotional exchange had been enough to turn her back into a schoolgirl.
Face-to-face positions were a cheat code anyway.
Unlike men who got excited by beastly poses, women felt stability and love when gazing into each other's eyes.
No matter how perverted a woman might be, raw pleasure alone couldn't draw out true feelings.
The realms of pleasure and love were fundamentally separate.
In that sense, Choi A-ran was a bit unusual.
She was plenty developed when it came to pleasure—active and responsive beyond compare.
But when it came to love, she was as vulnerable as a pubescent girl.
She had zero experience with serious relationships, after all.
In her mind, sex had just been a tool for pleasure.
So this tender, passionate emotional exchange must have been a fresh shock for her.
I kept teasing her, savoring her adorable reactions.
It was especially fun contrasted against her usual icy demeanor.
"Haha, how many? You're the first, obviously, honey. Didn't we learn in elementary school? Sex is an expression of love. My sincerity just got through to you, and you got all worked up, right?"
"...Ugh, if you can't say anything nice. Anyway, I can't move a muscle, so help me get dressed. I seriously have no strength left."
"Aww, poor thing. My honey's worn out, huh? Got it. I'll dress my baby who worked so hard climaxing."
"Ugh! Stop teasing me, you jerk!"
She got her petty revenge by pinching and stretching my cheeks as I helped her into her clothes.
Then she suddenly paused, her voice tinged with unease.
"Hey... so... we're officially dating now, right?"
Maybe because I hadn't given a clear answer yet.
She was being cautious, still thinking their relationship was ambiguous.
I neatly adjusted her bra cup and grinned.
"What nonsense is that? We've been dating since the first time we met, haven't we?"
She flushed bright red at my shameless reply—she'd been the only serious one.
"Earlier you said we had to have a proper confession to be dating! Was that a joke?"
"Pfft. What are we, high schoolers? And even if we did a confession, the guy has to go first."
"Ugh! You sly fox! You player! Perverted dog..."
Smack.
I cut off her words with a light kiss on the lips.
Then we shared a deeper one before I whispered sweetly.
"Choi A-ran. Let's date. I've liked you since the moment I first saw you."
Confessions weren't that hard, really.
No need for fancy phrases or long-winded expressions.
Just one sincere word to confirm each other's hearts was enough.
And sure enough, Choi A-ran—who'd been pouting inwardly—melted in an instant.
Her lips twitched uncontrollably.
We'd expressed our feelings countless times before.
But getting a proper confession made her heart race with happiness.
She fanned her heated cheeks furiously.
Then, putting on a prim expression, she threw my earlier question right back at me.
"...What do you like about me? My face? Breasts? Personality?"
Her tone was playful, but a flippant answer would screw me over.
Confessions and weddings were peak events in a woman's life.
I had to give her the perfect response to satisfy her.
"Not for simple reasons like that. You awaken my possessiveness. I've met plenty of women, but you're the first one I've wanted to truly have. I want to mark you as mine, keep you all to myself. I want to keep you by my side and monopolize you forever. That's why I want to date you. Because I want to own you."
My words were rough and crude.
But they held the most straightforward explanation imaginable.
For a male, possessiveness was the most primal form of love.
Sexual desire and possessiveness were distinctly different.
The woman you wanted to sleep with wasn't always the one you wanted to own.
Choi A-ran was the latter.
A pure virgin fully developed by my hands.
Our sexual chemistry was perfect, our personalities meshed well.
Her looks went without saying, and she even had financial stability.
Everything I'd said was sincere.
Where else could I find a more perfect partner?
She sensed my burning possessiveness and gave a shy, beaming smile.
Being so intensely desired didn't feel bad at all.
"...Hng. You want me that badly?"
"Of course. Why else would I chase you around? Love at first sight."
"...You'll keep liking me the same way after we start dating?"
"No. I'll like you even more. You're my woman."
She nodded at that, placing both hands on my cheeks.
Looking into my eyes with her pretty ones, she accepted the confession.
"...Congrats. Exclusive contract signed. No refunds, so brace yourself."
Then her moist lips met mine.
A sweeter thrill than ever before washed over me.
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◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ The day was already drawing to a close.
After finishing cleanup, I headed down to Facilities Management, where the friendly auntie greeted me as always.
"Oh my, young man. Good work today. Wasn't it too tough for your first day?"
"Haha, tough? Gotta stay in shape or I'm a corpse."
"Such a fine son-in-law material. By the way, you became a star on day one?"
"...Huh? Star?"
"Around quitting time, some female employee was asking about you. Wondered if you'd clocked out already."
"...Really? That's weird. Don't think I messed up anything today."
"Ho ho ho. Not like that—she seemed interested in you. Want me to put in a good word?"
"Haha, I'd be grateful, but I've got someone I like."
"Oh dear! Sorry, I was being nosy."
"No, no. Treating a stranger like a son—I'm just thankful."
"You're just so likable. Good character, straight answers. Anyway, great job today. Head home."
The auntie had already finished preparing to leave and hummed her way out of the break room first.
I changed into my brought t-shirt and jeans, then headed to the underground parking garage.
This was at Choi A-ran's request.
Her quitting time was soon, so let's leave together.
When I asked what if people saw, she said it didn't matter anymore.
'She has her own car? Never seen her drive.'
In all my observations, I'd never seen her use one.
She mostly took the subway, calling cabs when rushed.
As that small question arose—
My phone buzzed with a message from her.
From the lovey-dovey contact she'd force-saved.
<My Honey♥︎>
[Honey. I'm done. Heading down now.]
She was calling me "honey" as a pet name now.
Though her sassy tone lingered.
I sent her my location and immediately opened the tablet.
I was dying to know what she was thinking right now.
The screen lit up to show Choi A-ran waiting for the elevator.
She was cutely touching up her makeup with powder.
I opened Mind Chat to check her thoughts.
🧠 MIND CHAT 🧠 [Hehe. What should we do for dinner? Suggest a movie? Park stroll? Shopping?] [No, first feed him something. He worked so hard today. Ho ho.] [He's such a beast. How many times did we go at it today? Like ten?] [Looked it up—average max is five. He didn't even seem spent after ten.] [As expected of Choi A-ran. Charming guys like him just by breathing. Ho ho ho. Can't help it.] "...She's super excited."
Chattering cutely to herself while fixing her makeup—she looked every bit the girl in love.
The elevator doors opened soon after, and she stepped out.
She must have showered before leaving; a fresh scent wafted from her body.
"Mmm. Honey, you wait long?"
She ran straight into my arms.
A woman truly in love could change completely.
The once prickly Choi A-ran, now full of cutesy gestures.
Of course, only I got to see this side.
That sense of superiority lit a fire in me.
"My honey's calling me honey now too?"
She rubbed against me and playfully nipped my neck.
Like a small animal biting its favorite person—an instinctive act.
"Why? Too much? Should I call you oppa? Or honey?"
"Haha, all good. Let's experiment with them."
She pondered her lines for a moment, then smirked slyly and recited.
"Mmm♥︎ Oppa Min-hyuk♥︎ Please love A-ran's pussy♥︎"
She kissed my cheek, and my dick twitched instantly.
"...You're a genius. Insane talent."
"Hehe, studied up before."
"Good. Next one."
She teasingly stroked my crotch and whispered again.
"Mmm♥︎ I want honey's cock♥︎ Punish A-ran's pussy with it♥︎"
"...Hah. How am I supposed to choose."
"Want more? I got a master version."
"Let's hear it."
She guided my hand to grab her breast and let out seductive moans.
"Hah♥︎ Master♥︎ A-ran's nipples are hard♥︎ Hnng♥︎ Pinch them♥︎"
"......"
"So? Which one's best?"
Impossible to pick.
Too much talent was a curse too.
After agonizing, I left it to her discretion.
With her sense, she'd use them perfectly to turn me on.
Her current performance already showed insane potential.
"...To me, honey, you're a natural. Purebred bitch genius."
"Mmm♥︎ A-ran turns you on that much?♥︎ Tell me anytime you can't hold back♥︎ A-ran's yours now♥︎ Use her as a fucktoy all you want♥︎"
Should I just bust one here?
I seriously considered it.