Chapter 12
Chapter 12
Maybe this is why so many people still can't let go of this damn battle royale genre, even when it's so dried up and stale?
"...Haaah, how the hell did we actually win that...?"
Even I spaced out for a moment, dizzy from the adrenaline rush.
[You have won.]
[Yahoo, let's eat some chicken today!]
The message floating above our screens felt surreal.
We did it.
Three wins in a row, three chickens in a row...
We got lucky, I was in good form today, and Seonwoo Ye-rang pulled way more than her weight—way more than I expected.
She's usually good too, but I guess I should say she really stepped up today.
Anyway, that's how it felt.
"Nice... sniff... ugh... hu-huuu..."
"You're this happy you're crying?"
Honestly, I wasn't that emotional about it.
But seeing foul-mouthed Seonwoo Ye-rang crying tears of joy like this... well, it didn't feel bad.
"No, I mean, I was worried I might be the reason we lost... sniff... you solo-killed two pros all by yourself. Meanwhile I just lay there like a pathetic mess without taking anyone down. I kept thinking, 'Am I dragging us down?' you goddamn idiot."
If you took out the curse at the end, that would've been a pretty touching speech.
"You don't need to feel bad about that. It's not like it's some rare thing in this game. I also end up lying around doing nothing plenty of times. Ah, I didn't die even once today though, hehe."
But there was something more important.
"Ahem, so shall we call it a day here?"
[Current Time]
[PM 8:49]
Not a bad time.
Since the pros cleared out everyone from the start and fights broke out immediately, the game ended in just over 20 minutes.
Seonwoo Ye-rang seemed satisfied too, so if I wrapped up here and grabbed a taxi home, I could probably get there before 10 p.m.
"Yeah, let's stop here. Honestly, I don't think I can play any better than this, and I just... I don't know how to put it. I'm too satisfied. All the energy's drained out of me."
Awesome!
I pumped my fist internally.
I did it, I did it!
I did it, I did it!
I achieved those difficult three consecutive wins and even won back Seonwoo Ye-rang's heart—the one who brings in big money for Valentia.
Today was truly a day of supreme good fortune.
That is, if Seonwoo Ye-rang hadn't added one more thing.
"How about we fuck now?"
"...?"
"I said let's fuck. Fuck. I'm so fucking worked up I can barely contain myself. Okay? I'm already satisfied to the point of death with the games, so now satisfy my pussy too."
I was quietly packing up the two premium laptops and about to head out, but I froze solid on the spot.
But there was still hope.
"Noona, are you teasing me right now?"
I said it with the most pitiful expression I could muster.
"...I can't get it up anymore, remember?"
I practically sobbed with the face and voice of a newborn kitten trapped in a rain-soaked cardboard box melting in the downpour.
This was one of my 42 signature techniques.
[Do you actually have 42 signature techniques?!]
Let it slide, that part.
[...]
Anyway, almost no woman could resist this.
Because it simultaneously triggered her maternal instinct and that uniquely female urge to take care of someone.
"Ah, sorry... right. That's why you got kicked out of the host bar. But Hyun-woo."
"Yes..."
I answered weakly, my voice like a withering flower.
If I just received Seonwoo Ye-rang's pity donation and went home now, it would be a perfect finish—absolutely perfect.
"You got kicked out of the host bar for erectile dysfunction, but the fact that you came back means you got better, doesn't it?"
What the fuck, is this bitch for real?
You're supposed to be shooting headshots at enemies in the game, not at my head. That sharpness is practically Challenger level.
'Ah, right. This bitch is a genius in the game but a complete moron in real life. Wait, no—she's the Coin Queen with razor-sharp instincts that rank among the top in the world.'
My lips were parched.
This must be exactly what it feels like when a flower blooming in the desert withers to death.
"Uh, well... you're not wrong, but I'm showing signs of recovery. I'm not fully cured yet, so I definitely won't get hard today."
"Really?"
"Before coming here today, I watched five Japanese porn videos, and I still didn't get hard. So the manager figured today wasn't happening and put me on bathroom duty. Then your reservation came in, so I decided to just accommodate you up to this point."
Wow, even I have to admit that was a perfect excuse.
At this rate, maybe I should quit being a host and become a bestselling novelist instead.
"Well then, let's give it a try just once."
No, you crazy bitch.
After all that, learn to give up. And what the hell are you trying to try?
"Tch, honestly, I feel like I might cum just from sucking on your fingers right now. No other man will do. It has to be you. It has to be your cock that fed me three consecutive chicken dinners for me to reach a climax I'll never experience again in this life. Honestly, if it comes down to it, I feel like I might even cum if you just shove your flaccid dick inside me."
Oh my god.
Oh Lord.
Are geniuses truly incapable of functioning unless they have a screw loose somewhere?
'She's too persistent, fuck.'
No lie, a challenge harder than winning 100 consecutive games of the match we just played had now descended upon me.
The problem was, I had no excuse left to refuse.
I also couldn't refuse.
Just because we'd chatted casually while gaming for a while, Seonwoo Ye-rang was still a VVIP client of the Valentia host bar.
When a client had come this far, refusing now was out of the question.
"Fine... okay. Then, noona, you try to make it stand. If you can."
There was only one option left.
Hold out.
Whether Seonwoo Ye-rang fondled my dick for a hundred days or a thousand days, I absolutely could not get hard under her touch.
I had to endure.
Even if it meant clenching my ass so hard I shit myself, I had to endure.
"Okay! Good. That's how it should be."
Seonwoo Ye-rang's voluptuous breasts jiggled as she crawled toward me in a cat pose. Watching her, I broke out in a cold sweat, but I still saw a glimmer of hope.
Why? Why?
First of all, we hadn't showered. A host can suck on a woman's pussy even in this state as long as it doesn't smell seriously bad, but an ordinary woman would definitely feel repulsed about putting an unwashed dick in her mouth.
So at best, Seonwoo Ye-rang could only use her hands.
Hand. Handjob.
Maybe I could endure that.
'Until the East Sea's waters and Baekdu Mountain... Until the East Sea's waters and Baekdu Mountain... Until the East Sea's waters and Baekdu Mountain... Until the East Sea's waters and Baekdu Mountain...!'
With the devout mindset of a monk chanting sutras, I repeated the national anthem thousands of times in my head, trying to endure Seonwoo Ye-rang's touch.
"First, we have to take off your pants and underwear."
"...Sure."
I confidently pulled off both my pants and underwear in one go.
Showing my dick?
What was there to be embarrassed about now?
I'd already spent nearly two hours screaming, kissing, and sucking tits with a woman wearing only a single pair of panties while we played games.
"Hmm, nice. It's good, right? Don't you think you've gotten way bigger than before? And the smell seems so much better too... If this is how big it is when it's not hard, maybe you could just fuck me with it non-erect?"
"Come on, it wouldn't even go in properly. How could a floppy, non-erect dick stir up your pussy enough to satisfy you? Besides, you didn't come to a host bar to use fingers or dildos, did you?"
"Hmm, honestly I think that might be fine too... dildos aren't bad these days."
"My pride won't allow that. If something like that could work, I wouldn't have been kicked out of the host bar in the first place."
What kind of fight is this?
One was trying desperately to grab me and have sex, while I was desperately trying to avoid it.
Honestly, even I found it absurd.
If Miho weren't in the picture, I wouldn't be ignoring a beautiful woman rolling into my lap like a free gift.
"Well then, let's see. Aah, this texture after so long... it feels fucking amazing. So lewd, so lewd..."
Despite letting out small cries, Seonwoo Ye-rang's slender, long five fingers instantly wrapped around half my dick.
This was the real battle.
'East Sea, East Sea, East Sea...!!'
Swish, swish. Seonwoo Ye-rang's fingers naturally moved up and down to make my dick hard, continuously kneading without pause.
Even using my own hand like that would make my dick get hard.
What man wouldn't get hard when a woman's soft, fragrant hand did that? I could feel the blood rushing to my dick like crazy.
But I had to endure.
I desperately held on, picturing Miho in my head—who might be waiting for me.
"Hmm, so you really can't get it up?"
And I more or less succeeded.
Should I call this a human victory? I clenched my ass with determination, vowing never to get hard, and repeated the national anthem 100 times. My dick still wasn't erect.
"...See, noona? It doesn't work. I'm just sadder now. Let's just end it here? Honestly, I don't want to feel more pathetic than this. A man who can't even get hard after you tried so hard with your prettier-than-before fingers. Ha, I feel like hanging myself."
I used one of my 69 signature techniques again: 'Wet Cat Possession.'
[Didn't you say it was 42 signature techniques?]
Let the small stuff slide, I said.
That's not important right now.
"What are you talking about? We haven't even started yet. Hey, I'm a woman who can play games for 30 hours straight if I don't get a chicken dinner."
Fucking stop, bitch.
Stop!
Haven't you heard that too persistent women aren't popular? If you didn't have assets worth hundreds of billions...
I probably would have dated you since your face and body are that good, but I'd have broken up soon because I couldn't handle your personality.
[But in the end, she has assets worth hundreds of billions, doesn't she? That's why you can't move an inch here.]
Whose side are you on, you fucking bitch?
[Ahem, watching this is so entertaining... I couldn't help myself.]
"If fingers don't work, how about this?"
The relentless woman who didn't know the word 'give up'—Seonwoo Ye-rang—gathered her jiggling, voluptuous breasts together with force and sandwiched my dick between them.
"..."
I almost let out a 'whoosh' sound involuntarily.
My body trembled on its own, twitching.
Seeing this, Seonwoo Ye-rang got even more excited, pressing my dick between her breasts and rubbing it up and down vigorously.
'When the Bodhisattva Avalokitesvara practices the profound Prajnaparamita, he sees that the five skandhas are empty...!'
I even tried reciting the Heart Sutra to endure somehow.
But.
"Hmm, it feels like it's getting a little bigger. Heeung, chuurup..."
Not content with just sandwiching my dick between her breasts, Seonwoo Ye-rang spat on her cleavage, then stuck out her tongue and poked at my urethra.
And at that moment.
I had no choice but to squeeze my eyes shut. At the same time, Seonwoo Ye-rang's excited voice flowed from her mouth.
"It's hard! It's hard, Hyun-woo! I made it hard!"