Chapter 21
Chapter 21
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 21
Chapter Title: Main Event (2)
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Arriving at the motel, I skipped the foreplay and thrust my cock straight into Park A-young's pussy.
"Aaang!"
We weren't really lovers or anything.
Squelch! Squelch!
There was no need to be gentle.
Slap! Slap!
Besides, she wasn't even a conquest target.
"Ahuk! Yes! Right there...! Pound it harder right there...!"
As Park A-young demanded, I slammed my cock into her roughly.
Any sense of loss or emptiness from this body losing its virginity?
Nothing like that.
If anything, it felt refreshing.
Giving it to some heroine and developing unnecessary attachment would just be trouble.
It'd only distract me when conquering the others.
"Ahk!"
In that sense, Park A-young was the perfect first partner.
No emotions, no strings attached.
"Turn around."
A casual command slipped from my mouth.
But Park A-young, too caught up to care, got on all fours on the bed and raised her ass high.
Love juices dripped from her twitching pussy, filling the air with a lewd scent.
Splurt!
Grabbing her ass, I rammed my cock deep into her pussy.
"Heeik!"
Park A-young's head snapped back, her back arching like a bow.
Her slick, loosened pussy walls wrapped around my cock, squeezing it stickily.
"Aang! Ah! Aah! Aaaang♡!"
Her voice turned sweet and sticky, like she'd hit a light orgasm.
Splurt!
But I didn't stop, pounding away.
Squish! Squelch! Squish!
The sound of her ass slapping against my groin echoed through the motel room.
"Euk...♡! W-Wait just a sec, Woojin-ssi...♡! It's too sensitive!"
Of course, even those obscene wet sounds paled compared to her moans.
"Huaang! Ut! Euk! Huuung♡!"
I kept thrusting as I stretched both hands out.
Pinch—.
And pinched her nipples.
"Nghk! Ahuk! N-Nipples too...♡!"
Propping myself on her lower abdomen with one hand, I curled the other to rub her clit.
"Uuung♡! Three spots at once...♡!"
Glancing back at me with effort, Park A-young's face was no different from a bitch in heat.
"Hut! Ut! Ut! Ung...! Ah! Aang! Haaaang♡!"
She came hard again.
Squirt!
A fountain sprayed from her pussy.
"Stop, stop...! I'll go crazy...!"
Even so, as I jabbed her cervix from below, her trembling body wouldn't stop convulsing.
"K-Keeps cumming...♡! I don't know this...♡!"
Plus, with a bit of mana to heighten her senses, her orgasms chained endlessly before my eyes.
Thud! Thud!
In short, she came with every thrust.
"Heeuk♡! Ahk! Euhk! Ut♡! Don't poke the womb♡!"
Pulling her back into a reverse cowgirl, her prettily ruined face reflected in the mirror.
"Nghoooht♡!! Oht♡! Ok! Cumming so much♡!!!"
Peaks upon peaks, her pupils fully dilated as fluids poured from above and below.
Like someone on drugs.
"Hiyaaaang♡!"
At Park A-young's shattering reaction, I pulled out and shot my load on her lower belly.
And then.
Thud.
A faint, hot breath leaked from the collapsed Park A-young.
"Ha, haa... This is... my first time like this...."
I gently cradled her head and whispered in her ear.
"We're just getting started?"
"Ah...?"
Her eyes filled with terror.
"Why talk like it's over already."
"A, haha...."
But unmistakable excitement and anticipation mixed in.
"......Do whatever you want, Woojin-ssi."
Lying straight on the bed, Park A-young slyly curled her lips and spread her pussy herself.
For me, it was a pretty good experience—and a solid test run.
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The next day.
Time flowed like running water, and Saturday evening's sun began to set.
'Was I too rough yesterday?'
With a sore back and a slight ache in my cock, I walked awkwardly at times, heading to the address Yoo Harin gave me.
'......This the place?'
A four-star hotel owned by the Jeongsu Guild, one of Korea's four major guilds.
JS Murim Hotel.
The name might make you think bellhops inside roll cigars from Colombia, but here "Murim" means "Dancing Forest" (舞林).
In truth, the massive banquet hall in Murim Hotel often hosted performances.
And this time, it was the site of the Hunter Management Bureau's graduation party.
Bzzz.
Stepping into the hotel, a grand lobby welcomed me.
Next to greet me was the hotel manager.
"You're Kang Woojin, right?"
"Yes, that's me."
"You made it on time. We were notified in advance. Follow me—I'll guide you."
I followed the polished mid-thirties manager up through the hotel.
So high it made my breath catch and head spin, until a dazzling VIP party hall appeared.
"Take a look around the layout. So you don't get lost later."
I nodded at the manager's words and scanned the area.
A stage for the host's speech or performances.
Circular tables scattered throughout, and a row of counters in one corner caught my eye first.
Of course, no actual cooking happened here—it was just for mixing cocktails at most.
Marble buffet tables held trays in neat rows, each dining table adorned with centerpieces and candelabras.
Not a single person in sight.
Still too early for the party to start.
But arriving earlier than anyone, thanks to Yoo Harin's "recommendation," I made it to the Bureau's graduation party smoothly.
"Memorized it? Now change into your uniform, Woojin-ssi."
Just as a one-day temp worker, though....
"Fix your hair tight and wear the mask at all times. Got it?"
After a quick briefing, I followed the manager to the staff room.
And so.
I became an extra in the party hall.
No, not even a supporting role—a lowly server, mere dust.
'Actually, this works out better.'
Yet a smile crept onto my lips for some reason.
This position was perfect for handling business.
At least better than the original protagonist groaning at home.
Hiding my awakening made attending tricky from the start.
My position was ambiguous.
Even with Yoo Harin pulling strings subtly, actually accompanying me to the party wasn't easy.
'Harin is still an academy student.'
In other words, lining up this job was her best effort.
'Her influence in the guild isn't that strong yet.'
Honestly, this was more than enough—above and beyond.
Without her help, I'd have needed far riskier, messier methods.
'Maybe this was a stretch for her too.'
Thinking that, I diligently absorbed the manager's instructions.
"It won't be too hard, Woojin-ssi. Mostly serving, occasional errands for guests."
Nothing too tough, sure.
"Understood."
Changed into a crisp suit, earpiece in, I started moving party dishes to the tables.
Thud.
But not for long.
"You're Kang Woojin?"
A piglet—no, a pig-like bastard—blocked my path with his hefty frame.
"I'm only doing this because Harin asked."
He fiddled with my temporary name tag, continuing in a pompous drawl.
"So don't mess up."
Probably around my age.
"Got it?"
Jeong Dong-woo, surprisingly the assistant manager despite his youth, flaunted his connection to Yoo Harin as the Jeongsu Guild's youngest son.
"Mask on at all times."
Ridiculous to me.
Did he know?
That Harin, so "close" to him, sucked my cock so well.
"I'll keep it in mind."
But I couldn't just blurt that out, so I plastered on a capitalist smile.
"Yeah, yeah. You're not the stars here—act like you're invisible."
A non-awakened punk strutting was annoying, but cute compared to Choi Si-hyeok.
Still, he had his uses.
"Oh, just to check."
Jeong Dong-woo clearly had a thing for Yoo Harin.
He didn't help for nothing.
The enemy of my enemy is my friend, after all. Stir him right, pit him against Choi Si-hyeok, and it'd make for a fun show.
"No way. Harin and I are just friends."
"Right?"
"Besides, she already likes someone else."
I gave a meaningful look, and Jeong Dong-woo's face drained of color.
"Anyway, back to work, Assistant Manager."
Soon, the hour struck.
Led by the Hunter Management Bureau's Director, notables entered the hall one by one.
No one blended into the background.
But among them all, our Sia shone brightest.
Her modest party dress—a serene blue—suited her perfectly, even if a bit understated.
Off-shoulder cut and mesh-lace over her chest added a subtle sexiness.
Her looks were one thing, but topping the Bureau's mandatory training guaranteed attention.
Murmur murmur.
And so, the party began.