Chapter 144
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 144
Chapter Title: Goddess at the Motel
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Late into the night.
A voice as sweet as honey whispered into the ear of the hotel part-timer, who had been dozing off with his phone clutched in one hand, completely at ease.
Her diction was so clear that even in his hazy state, her words pierced straight through to his brain.
"Give me one empty room, please."
"...Tch, a room? Yawwwn. Just a sec."
Wondering who the hell would show up at this hour, the part-timer scowled as he rummaged for an available key. Then he squinted and looked up—and his eyes flew wide open.
'God...dess?'
She was so stunningly beautiful that it felt like an illusion. But the scene was bizarre.
Normally, goddesses like her were the ones being dragged in blackout drunk—if anything. They didn't drag in drunken men themselves. What kind of absurd picture was this?
"Mmngh, ha. Haa."
The man slumped against the woman's shoulder was utterly wasted, breathing raggedly and drooling all over the place. Even as his saliva soaked into her clothes, she stroked his cheek tenderly, as if savoring it.
The part-timer couldn't believe his eyes.
'What the fuck? Am I dreaming?'
It was the complete opposite of his usual repertoire.
'And look at her face—she's dying to fuck him ASAP.'
Even as he handed the key to Han Aebom, the part-timer couldn't shake his bewilderment. What the hell was so amazing about that guy?
One thing was certain: it sure as hell wasn't his face. No way.
"Nngh! Hoo, hoo...!"
Han Aebom tossed Kim Hyunwoo onto the bed. She didn't have the strength to lay him down gently. A grown man, drunk and dead weight, was ridiculously heavy.
"Hoo."
She shook out her sweat-soaked clothes and gazed down at him.
"Ah, urgh! Ughh...!"
His drunken writhing should have been annoying, but it was the opposite. It was cute. The sweet booze scent wafting from his body, so unlike his usual smell, was a bonus.
She smiled and whispered sweetly.
"Hyunwoo, take off your clothes."
"Aah, so tired... Ughhh, phoo."
"You have to, if you want to sleep."
"Ah..."
After a few more gentle coaxings, Hyunwoo sat up abruptly with his eyes still closed. She helped unbutton his shirt and peeled it off.
"Pants too."
"Phoo, ngh...!"
The pants were even easier. She just lifted his legs a bit and slid them right off.
After stripping off his socks too, Han Aebom licked her lips at the sight of Hyunwoo in nothing but his underwear. The sturdy muscles she always felt when embracing him looked even more vividly defined tonight. And the heavy bulge straining against his panties—what a sight.
"How does such a small body produce all that power?"
Han Aebom beamed with satisfaction at Hyunwoo, who had already started snoring away. Even when she let her desires show around him normally, she was the type to care a lot about appearances—unlike others. So even alone with him, she held back to some degree.
But not tonight. No need.
Her hand glided stickily over his chest, toying with his nipples.
"So cute, Hyunwoo. Mwah."
She kissed his hardened nipple, and he mumbled from above.
"Mmngh, Store Manager... gotta call... ungh, uungh... Call, yeah... Nngh."
Startled, thinking he might wake, Han Aebom rummaged through his clothes and found his phone. She scrolled contacts and found [Convenience Store Manager].
Without hesitation, she dialed. After a few rings, it connected—and curses exploded from the other end.
-You fucking asshole. What the hell time is it? You been pounding booze till now? You okay?
"Hello, Store Manager. Hyunwoo drank until 2 a.m., and he's really wasted now. I'm taking care of him."
-...Huh? Who the fuck is this?
Han Aebom replied with a smile.
"I'm Hyunwoo's..."
A moment later, the manager hung up in a daze.
Confirming the call ended, Han Aebom neatly folded Hyunwoo's scattered clothes on the floor, placing his phone and wallet on top.
"Snooore, krrngh, snoooore... Mmngh."
As she finished the call, he'd fallen even deeper asleep, snoring loudly. Her lips curved up at the sight. She sniffed his panties first, as usual, and her pussy grew slick.
Maybe because he'd suffered all day from her grandfather's whims, the scent was far more intense than usual. Delighted by the nose-piercing aroma, Han Aebom climbed onto the bed, standing over him.
"Gulp."
Her heart pounded at the thrill of him possibly waking midway as she cautiously lifted one foot. Then she rubbed his cock through his panties with it.
"Eut, uu... Uuung!"
The thick heft and throbbing pulse transmitted through her toes. When she pulled his panties aside at climax, a massive load erupted, splattering between her toes and across her foot.
She smiled at the semen dripping from her foot. A perverted grin no one had ever seen.
Uuuungh. My head's foggy. Body feels heavy. Last memory: popping the third bottle with Han Seoryong. I was smiling confidently back then, thinking I wasn't even that drunk.
But everything after? Blank. I still don't even know what I'm doing right now.
Huh, what is this. Soft, feels good...
Lost in the pleasure rising from my crotch and the soft smoothness in my hand, I habitually bucked my hips.
Slap! Slap!
"Haaaang, haeut, haaaang... H-Hyunwoo. Hnngh, it feels so good, haaaang, harder, harder. Thrust deeper, haang, so intense... Hnngh, huuuek!"
"Ugh, uu."
The voice in my ear registered dimly, but not fully. I had no clue what I was even saying.
Just felt too damn good, so I gripped the soft thing in my hand tight and slammed my hips hard.
Splurt, splat! Thud!
"Nnghaaat, haak, haaaaang... Ah, fill me up inside, Hyunwoo. Hauwk, pound my womb and cum, haang."
"Uuut, ugh!"
Inside? Obviously.
In my haze, reacting to the voice, I dumped a huge load into some woman's pussy—didn't even know who.
Spurt, spluuurt! Splurt!
"Haaaang, haeut, haauung! Ah, aaang... So hot, filling me up."
"Huu, feels good, haa, more, more. Let's do more, fuck."
Cumming in a blackout felt weirdly amazing. Body and mind detached, but the pleasure crystal clear, stimulating my brain. Less like cumming, more like pure ecstasy in high def.
"Haa, so good, Hyunwoo... Hnngh, more, more. Haaang, thrust harder. It's morning already, but let's keep going till afternoon."
"Kuuung, yeah, haa, love sex... Sex! This pussy's killer!"
"Haaang! Haaaaang, y-you're too much. Hnngh, huuueut, Hyunwoo, haaaang... You'll break my pussy like that. Haak!"
Slap, and my memory cut out again.
Flick!
Like a gadget regaining power after a blackout, my eyes snapped open.
"..."
No joke—my condition was perfect. Just puzzled: where the hell was I lying, and why naked? No memory.
"Fuck, this sucks."
I sat up, clutching my forehead. Not a single recollection surfaced. Then I noticed someone beside me. Glanced over: Han Aebom, naked, sleeping soundly.
'Holy shit! No fucking way?'
My heart dropped. Did I get so wasted I fucked her at the Hanban estate last night? Even forced her?
Cold sweat trickled down my spine. Right there, a tissue box with the motel's signature girlie ad. Only then did I exhale in relief.
'Motel. Phew.'
As relief washed over, fragmented memories hit a beat late.
'Ah, I can keep drinking till morning!'
'Hello, Father-in-law! This man, Kim Hyunwoo, greets you proper!'
'Who's your father-in-law, who!'
'If what you said was truly sincere...'
Hold up!
Han Seoryong aside, who the fuck did I call "Father-in-law"? Vaguely, last thing: Han Seoryong talking to Han Aebom?
'Haaaang, hauk, Hyunwoo. Hnngh, you're incredible.'
'Damn right! Fuck, gonna kill it. Haah, pussy feels good. Gonna thrust more. Fuck. Thrusting harder! Spread it, you slut!'
'Hnngh, huuk. Y-yes... Pound away. Haaang, pound my pussy more!'
Once they started surfacing, memories flooded in. I raked my face with both hands.
Regret, shame, embarrassment crashed like a tidal wave. Still no clue how we ended up at the motel or why naked. Did she undress me?
'You crazy bastard!'
No, more importantly.
Seeing semen still oozing with a squelch from Han Aebom's pussy, reeking of cum, I thought:
'Did... did I use Contraception Skill?'
Dizziness hit. Ironically, zero hangover. Guess the booze was top-shelf. Blacked out hard, yet fine.
"..."
Can't remember the last time I totally blanked like this. Definitely pre-army, pounding makgeolli with bros. Bragged I'd cover round 3, ended up taxi'd home with friends' help. Eight years ago.
Even recalled vomiting in the cab that cold winter and getting kicked out—took ages. Swore never again.
'Thought I'd kept that vow.'
Didn't expect it'd break like this. But unavoidable. How do you refuse Han Seoryong's insane liquor toasts?
"Ugh..."
Driving me nuts, seriously.
And now, memories of that weird blackout sex keep replaying, making my dick stiffen again.
"Wow..."
Absurd. Thought post-makgeolli, I'd never black out again. But second time? No clue how. Felt fine, then poof—gone.
'That's why they say men must beware booze, gambling, women forever.'
Gambling aside, nailed the rest in one day.
Mind sharpened.
"Mmngh..."
I rubbed my dick against sleeping Han Aebom's pussy, thinking.
What's done is done.
Contraception? Probably used it—high odds. If not, my responsibility. Even with the skill, I'd braced for creampies before.
I nodded, then plunged deep inside her pussy, reliving last night's drunken bliss.