The Neighbor's Utter Ruin – Raw Pleasure and the Gacha Window
Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. Thwack!
Nagaja's hips slammed into Kang Suk-hye's again and again. A physical sensation she hadn't felt in nearly ten years hammered through her — pain and pleasure fused into a single, relentless blow.
"Hah— hh— hhk. Hah, hh, hah!"
The curves she'd always been so proud of rippled like wet pudding. Calves. Thighs. Ass. Belly. Breasts. Tongue. Eyelids. All the way down to her brain.
Body and mind. She had existed for less than an hour, and yet everything carved into her across thirty-six years shattered in a single fuck.
Her cries rang through the room — loud enough that even an ordinary hotel would have drawn a complaint. The heat they generated threatened to set the night-dark hospital room itself on fire.
"Hhk...! Hhk, hh-hh-hh-hh-hh!"
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuuuuck!!!
Nagaja felt that heat. Pleasure and rage coiled together and tore toward the finish. Pacing be damned. At the edge of climax he stopped breathing entirely and started burning through everything he had.
Thwack. Thwack. Thwack-thwack-thwack-thwack-thwack-thwack-thwack!
Then the last sprint.
Thwack. Thwack-thwack-thwack-thwack! Hilt-deep!!!
"Hweeeeeeeeh!"
The impacts came faster and faster, chopping her screams short. An accelerating metronome. A heart thrashing against death.
Like a patient monitor in its final seconds...
Beeeeeeeeeep—
Kang Suk-hye came with a ringing in her ears.
"Khah!"
Nagaja came with her. In that last instant he drove his hips in as if he meant to crush her body flat.
Throb! Throb, throb!
Their bodies locked rigid, like bumper cars after a crash. But the twitch in Kang Suk-hye's lower belly betrayed the liquid still pumping into her.
"Hh... haah!"
Kang Suk-hye convulsed. What she had just felt was the most intense thing she had ever experienced in her life. No. That didn't even begin to cover it. This force had literally broken her apart.
"Haa. Haa. Hah. Haa."
"Fhh... hh."
Nagaja let out the breath he'd been holding, everything draining from him at once. The hospital room, soaked in heat and screaming, cooled fast.
That necessary moment of stillness — the one you need if you want to keep living. Kang Suk-hye lay there without a shred of will to move. Her eyes were blown wide, nothing but whites staring at the ceiling, as she assembled her shattered world piece by piece.
I was always empty. Always.
She had run away from home, changed her name, and enrolled in the Academy. She had wanted to abandon both her parents and find a path that was hers alone.
She hadn't been able to. Those were the years when humanity's crisis still raged on, and the place was packed to bursting with real warriors — the kind who poured in as fast as they could be scooped up. She could never bring herself to acknowledge her own paltry resolve.
I hated Father's ideology, so I lied to myself and ran.
And when she graduated from the Academy, all she had to show for it was a label: an Awakened woman who didn't even work as a Hunter. She couldn't stand it. So she started sleeping with capable male Hunters. She thought that might fill her up.
But she hadn't been empty. Meaninglessness had already occupied every inch of her. Pour anything into a vessel that's already full and it just spills over.
I kept meeting men. I kept feeling empty. Ignoring the fact that I was getting older. Ignoring the fact that I was turning into my parents.
And then.
Kang Suk-hye lowered her gaze. A will so fierce it had smashed her meaninglessness to pieces in a single stroke was staring her down. He was backlit. She could see nothing but those two eyes.
Rage? She almost laughed at herself. What he carried wasn't anything that simple. It was a will she didn't even have the words to describe.
It was like a black sun.
"Ah... ah...!"
She accepted it. A mind that had been shattered by pain and shock was being reshaped into something new — by the loyalty that had been installed in her, and by the madness that had been copied along with it.
"...Master. Aah. Master...!"
"What's with the sudden ass-kissing?"
"No. No, that's not it."
I don't care what happens to me. No. A "me" never meant anything to begin with. He is my meaning. Aah. I think I might die~.
Maternal love. She did not give this violently lopsided feeling a name.
Instead, a slow trickle. She let the fluid spill. From both nipples. From everywhere her body could produce it — and she did it on purpose. She lifted her breasts toward him and spoke, soft, full of love.
"Aren't you thirstyyy?"
"...Is that a skill effect? Or what. You suddenly feel like living?"
That was how Nagaja read it, in the calm that comes right after climax. But Kang Suk-hye shook her head.
"I don't mind dying. No — please, kill meee...! I'm the disgusting bitch who tried to murder you! Come on! Strangle me. Cut my arms off. Torture me. Trample me!"
Nagaja flinched in surprise. He was an Academy student originally — top of his incoming class, no less. And right now, with post-nut clarity hitting him square in the face, that intelligence was working exactly as it should.
"Kh, khhh-hh-hh, haha!"
It was delightful. He had just understood his own power. Kang Suk-hye watched him throw his head back and laugh, wearing the expression of a parent gazing at a grown child.
Once the laughter settled, Nagaja spoke.
"!!!"
Kang Suk-hye climaxed at that single sentence. The fluid beading at her nipples surged out in a sudden spray.
"Khhhk!"
Nagaja caught one of those nipples.
"Hiiit!"
He tugged her breast toward him to the sound of her moan and drank from it the way you'd drink from a faucet, wetting his throat.
"Tastes good. The original the same?"
"Yes, yeees... I've tasted it, though I was young."
"Haha. Right, right. Hey. Ajumma."
"!"
Under any other circumstances, she would have felt murderous toward anyone who put that word in their mouth. Right now it didn't bother her at all. She was so happy she could barely stand it.
"Yes, yeees! I'm Ajumma!"
"I'm gonna get revenge on the woman next door. Your original."
The original...
The only difference between the original Kang Suk-hye and her was that she had been made loyal to one man. The skill hadn't inserted any knowledge into her, the copy, or rewritten her self. It had simply locked loyalty toward one man into place.
Which meant this attitude was purely, entirely Kang Suk-hye's own.
"Yes! That old hag...! Destroy her!"
That was when it happened.
A notification suddenly popped up in Nagaja's vision.
"!"
His finger was already lifting toward it.
...Nah. Let me think for a second.
Any other time he would have mashed the button without a thought. But like I said — he had post-nut clarity right now. Before the heat could climb back into him, he scanned the window his ability was showing him.
According to what he'd learned at the Academy, this kind of "window" was an element of the world itself. The window didn't describe the world. The window was the world. It could be vague. It could not lie.
And luckily, his was the System type — structured around a gacha, complete with a manual.
Yeah. It's built on the concept of a "gacha game." I've got a summon, for one thing. There'll be other windows too.
His prediction was right. When he probed with his senses, a few other windows were there too. He sorted through the information fast.
A gift from the affinity spike... skip for now. The x1 means multiple summons are possible, yeah? Skip that too for now. How to earn points... not now either.
"Umm, excuse meee... is something troubling you, Master?"
"!"
Nagaja lifted his head and looked at the face of a disgusting woman — and, at the same time, the face of his adorable summon. She was his summon. He had no reason not to share the information.
"...My ability only manifested just now."
"Th-that can't be. But stillll... if that were true, you would have been doing this next door... no. No! I didn't mean to dismiss you, I only meant the old hag Kang Suk-hye from the past...!"
"Drop it. If you're gonna interrupt, shut up."
"That's not what I meaaant... I mean. Perhaps there was a condition? It is a Unique Skill, after aaall?"
"That's what I've been looking for, but... I'm not seeing any restriction like that. I didn't actually accomplish anything, either."
"So the window simply never appeared..."
"...Yeah. It's been like that since I awakened the skill at the Academy. Then all of a sudden. Today."
Nagaja turned it over, his spent cock still dripping.
"Hah. Fuck. Pull my dick out for a second. I can't think straight...!"
Kang Suk-hye clapped her hands in delight and immediately started jerking him off. Nagaja used the wet, slapping sound as white noise and kept thinking.
Nothing came to him. More precisely, he had no lead solid enough to lock anything down.
After a somewhat subdued ejaculation, Kang Suk-hye spoke up out of nowhere.
"Could it be because your arm was cut off?"
"..........What?"
That was, without question, the biggest change. But Nagaja didn't have the underlying knowledge to push that suspicion any further.
"I've heard of it. It was a rumor going around the Academy in my day — that if someone placed a curse on you during awakening, it wouldn't leave any trace at all... I overheard gossip like that."
"...Source?"
"I-I only heard it...! I did hear it from the professors at the time, but... it never went beyond the children's backbiting..."
She had been the one who started that particular piece of slander. She didn't bother mentioning that.
"...Someone put a 'curse' on my arm. So the ability awakened, but I couldn't see it. Then today. My arm got cut off and it broke?"
Kang Suk-hye half-closed her eyes and pulled a face, a small eugh in her throat.
"Of course, another student would have had to be right next to you when the skill unlocked, but..."
"!!!!!!!"
Nagaja's whole body shuddered.
He had originally possessed a Unique Skill, and his willpower and mental strength had been exceptional besides. By pre-awakening standards he had been a prospect — not just at the Academy, but in the Hunter industry itself.
Then that skill had been ruled defective, and everything had twisted completely out of shape.
Because of three women.
"Hah. Kh. Khahaha!"
A short laugh, but a deep one. He muttered under his breath.
"So I got saved by that stacked bitch next door, is that it?"
The woman softly wrapped around his cock — a woman who looked exactly like that stacked bitch — disagreed.
"That can't be right. That bitch deserves to die."
"Hah. Then what about you?"
"Whenever you wish. But... well. The crime belongs to that bitch. Perhaps the gratitude should go to me — I am your hands and feet, after all? I am, quite literally, a part of you, Master...!"
"!"
The tone was so calm, so unhurried. It suited the name Bronze Bulleteana perfectly. This time Nagaja didn't laugh. He just nodded.
"Right. The original first, then. Perfect for a tutorial."
"Heheh~♪"