Chapter 41
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 41
Chapter Title: How They Compete (1)
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“Ahh, ngh, huuaaa...!”
Surprisingly, the one screaming on the bed right now wasn't me—it was Choi Ju-eun.
“What... Sis, is that all you've got? You're really pathetic...”
I looked down at her with disappointed eyes and an expression to match, my tone dripping with condescension. And all the while, I kept thrusting my hips into her.
“You're totally lame... You don't seriously want to get knocked up by my cock with a pussy like that, do you?”
“Ngh, hnggh... Haaang...♥”
“What?♥ All you can do is moan, you pathetic slut?♥ Just a brainless bimbo obsessed with getting pregnant and pleasing cock?♥”
Choi Ju-eun twitched and spasmed with faint moans, as if she could endure all my verbal abuse without a problem.
Her face was utterly melted in ecstasy, drool streaming from her slack open mouth. Anyone seeing her would think she was cumming her brains out.
“Haa... This is boring. Sis, I'm gonna cum now?”
“Yngh, haaaang...!”
Splurt—!
Soon my cock spewed out its thick, gooey load, and I just watched as the semen leaked from her slit.
“Cut. Do-yun, great acting.”
“Ah, th-thank you...?”
Of course, Choi Ju-eun's expression crumbled instantly at Seong Ha-neul's signal from behind the camera. She muttered with a hollow look on her face.
“...What the hell are we even doing?”
“Why, you hate it?”
“...Not hate, but am I the only one coming off like a total idiot here?”
“It was your concept.”
“...True.”
Seong Ha-neul's so-called hobby was amateur AV filming. Why were we suddenly doing this? It all started with something Han Yu-rim had offhandedly mentioned before.
“So, when's our hierarchy battle?”
“...Huh?”
Ju Hana, who usually stayed so composed, and Seong Ha-neul, who treated everything lightly, both froze up in an instant.
“Huh? Hierarchy battle? What's that?”
“Oh, well...”
Choi Ju-eun, the newest addition to the group, asked what it was, and Han Yu-rim started to explain—but
“That's enough.”
Ju Hana cut her off, and Han Yu-rim shut her mouth quick. Ju Hana's face at that moment was downright murderous—like she wanted to rip someone apart.
Han Yu-rim clammed up the second she saw it.
“That was half a scam anyway... No other options?”
“Hmm...”
The conversation shifted like that, eventually landing on the videos they'd shot in the gate last time.
“Oh yeah, we have those videos from the gate.”
“Yeah?”
“They've got pretty high views. #1 has the most, #3 the least.”
“...What?”
#1—the video titled ‘#TAKE 1’—was the one with Han Yu-rim. The content... yeah, her dragging me around like a dog in the grass and fucking me.
And #3 was the pure lovemaking with Seong Ha-neul. No idea why, but women in this world seemed clueless about sweet romance.
The second things got a little romantic, they'd flip out and demand you just shove your dick in already—like total crazies.
...Not Ju Hana, Seong Ha-neul, Han Yu-rim, or Choi Ju-eun, of course. But most of the comments on Seong Ha-neul's video said stuff like that.
More precisely, if a woman showed a guy even a hint of affection, the reactions were like, ‘Why bother? Just suck his dick already, right?’
I figured the prevalence of coercive sex up till now was part of that cultural gap.
“Tch, no real men around, so these basement-dwelling losers jerking off in the dark get all hot and bothered.”
“But you lost.”
“You little bitch...?”
Apparently, it hit Seong Ha-neul hard. She'd planned to indulge her personal desires under the guise of ‘video content,’ but her no-penetration pleasure torture lost views and likes to Ju Hana's concept.
For me, though, Seong Ha-neul's was the best. Even if the sex still wrecked me, at least it gave some emotional comfort.
“...I don't get why mine got fewer than the deflowering sex.”
“Don't make me laugh. It still beat yours, at least.”
Choi Ju-eun had blended seamlessly into the group, sniping at Ju Hana with attitude. Probably because she hadn't expected her first time to end up on camera as a video.
‘Wouldn't this be risky in my old world?’
The thought crossed my mind, but hey, multiverse—probably fine.
“Look at this. Isn't it good?”
“...What?”
And Han Yu-rim, watching it all, dropped her usual crazy idea.
“If you hate hierarchy battles, do something else. Everyone shoots a video in their own concept, highest views wins the weekend prize. Sound good?”
“...So what prize?”
At Choi Ju-eun's question, they all chimed in unison, like it was obvious.
“The trophy.”
“Meaning... Oh.”
Choi Ju-eun trailed off, glancing at me.
“......?”
Of course, I had no clue what they meant. Not yet.
“I did say I wanted it... Hmm.”
“Right?”
After that, their AV project got a few more rules.
First: Even though it's amateur and competitive, everyone cooperates fully when it's one person's turn to film. Single account, after all.
Second: No revealing abilities or looks that could ID anyone. They said it was for my sake more than theirs, but then why not cover my face? They disguised themselves, even changed hair and faces with powers or whatever.
“You never see sunlight anyway.”
“......?”
Did I just hear something terrifying?
“N-No, that's not—uhm...”
“Ha-neul, you're such trash...”
“Ah, fuck. Shut up? No, Do-yun, it's not...”
Bonus: Got to watch Seong Ha-neul fluster around.
“Let's film the next scene. Ready?”
“Yeah. Change the space.”
Seong Ha-neul flicked her hand, and the scenery shifted instantly. No longer the bedroom where I'd been fucking Choi Ju-eun—it was now an antique study packed with old-world charm. Choi Ju-eun's naked body was covered in a cozy sweater and jeans.
She sat in front of the camera, putting on a tormented act.
“This won't do...”
This video's concept: ‘Disciplining the Arrogant Brat.’ So far, I'd been mocking her casually, acting all superior. Now it was her turn to strike back.
“There has to be a way...”
Choi Ju-eun slammed the bookshelf in frustration.
Creeeak—.
“...Huh?”
The shelf swung open, revealing a hidden space. Dim, ominous—like something might jump out any second.
“...Isn't this forced?”
“Shh. It's a classic trope.”
...Really?
I doubted it, but apparently it was common. Like a fated encounter.
Gates or old Awakeners hiding stuff for the next gen. Of course, AV-style, so the ‘treasure’ was different.
Choi Ju-eun cautiously entered. Seong Ha-neul paused the camera and snapped her fingers, flipping the space.
The entrance became the exit, the study now the hidden room.
“...Where is this?”
Choi Ju-eun scanned around, composing herself naturally.
A room filled with pink haze, misty and surreal. Definitely weird.
“What's this?”
She picked up the book in the center like she'd never seen it. Camera zoomed in tight.
The title on the cover:
...No clue why the title was that cringey, but Han Yu-rim's taste, probably. Choi Ju-eun lifted it carefully and flipped through.
A sly smile crept across her lips. Final monologue, scene over.
“This'll do it.”
“...Cut!”
At Seong Ha-neul's signal, Choi Ju-eun irritably chucked the book.
“Are you kidding? At least write some text—it's all freaky drawings!”
Curious, I picked it up—and nearly dropped it.
Cosmic horror shit, like Cthulhu-level. Cow bikini on a boy with a raging boner, bunny girl... Ugh, enough.
‘The abyss... it's the abyss...’
“Yu-rim brought that.”
“Figures. I can already picture what she'll film.”
“Her fans'll lose their minds.”
...Suddenly dreading the shoot with Han Yu-rim. And my face is exposed. Normal life over?
“Next scene. I can't wait anymore.”
True enough, juices were dripping from Choi Ju-eun's pussy. You could tell how fired up her body was.
“Got it. Do-yun, ready?”
“Y-Yeah...!”
Shooting made it less chaotic than full orgies, so I appreciated that. Victory obsession had Ju Hana and Han Yu-rim brainstorming ideas nonstop.
They'd still jump me if stuck on concepts, but less often—definitely easier.
“Action!”
I started: Lounging on the bed, kicking my legs idly, then turning at the door opening.
“What, Sis back again?”
“...Strip.”
“Ehhh~? Again? Pathetic pussy♥”
...This dialogue never gets easier. Nasal whine feels emasculating.
“Strip. Now. Don't annoy me.”
“Hehe...”
I smirked, peeling off clothes seductively—wiggling hips and ass teasingly.
“Lie down.”
“Hmm, no thrusting from me?”
“...Shut up and lie down.”
A flicker of fear—prey realizing the easy mark is stronger.
“...Fine, whatever.”
Grumbling to save pride, I flopped onto the bed and spread-eagled arrogantly, like ‘go ahead.’
“There. Your turn, Sis?”
“...You'll regret it.”
Choi Ju-eun growled, stripping. Her jiggling tits and slim waist on full display.
“Ahaha♥ Sis is horny again.”
Snarky as ever, I gulped, praying she kept control.
“Hmm... First...”
She mounted, spreading her pussy with fingers and easing down.
“Hng~. Same as yesterday. What'd you prep? This ain't enough♥”
“Don't... look down...!”
Squelch, glurk—.
My cock throbbed inside her slick walls, begging to blow already.
“Useless~.”
I ignored it, taunting breezily.
“Gonna... shake like this...!”
Panting hard, Choi Ju-eun started rocking her hips wildly.
“What?♥ Same as yesterday♥ Gonna cum quick again?♥”
“...Hngh!”
“Wh-What...?”
Now. A pale pink aura poured from her body. The ‘fated item’ effect, probably.
Suddenly, she clenched hard—wrinkled walls squeezing with otherworldly intensity.
“Wha, what is thiiiis...!”
“You arrogant little shit...!”
No... it's just filming... but this feels too real...♥