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"Huaang... I can't anymore."
Ha Hui-ryeong collapsed face-first into the pillow.
Her utterly spent body was soaked with sweat, and reddish marks the size of bug bites were scattered shamelessly across her skin.
The most striking image, as always, was the way the milky semen trickled back out of her swollen vulva.
The aftermath of four hours of merciless pounding looked like nothing less than an obscene painting.
"....."
Incidentally, Kim Ha-yoon had already been in a half-dead state for a good while.
She lay there, legs splayed wide like a frog's, eyes rolled completely back.
I checked to make sure nothing was seriously wrong, but mercifully there were no symptoms worth mentioning.
Breathing was normal.
Pulse was normal.
Only her consciousness had fully departed for Hong Kong.
Ha Hui-ryeong, with her exceptionally fast recovery, had been the only one who kept up with me to the end.
Just in case, I'd popped one more stamina enhancer, and the bitch had withstood even that without much trouble.
At this point, it was getting a little frightening.
I'm getting kind of tired too.
My cock stung a little, probably from pumping out so much mana and cum.
I made a mental note to buy a few more stamina enhancers when I had the chance.
"Hui-ryeong. I'm gonna go get some water."
"Whahyyy... just come to sleeeep with me...."
I snorted at Ha Hui-ryeong's coy whining.
This girl just got clingier and clingier over time.
"Sleep first. I'll be back."
I gave her butt a light pat and then left the room.
I grabbed a glass of cold water from the fridge and downed it without hesitation.
"Kyahh—!"
I couldn't help but groan with satisfaction as the cold slid down my throat in deep gulps.
"Good. So good. This is what life's about."
Was it because I'd been rolling around for hours? The water tasted sweet. So sweet.
The Yin-Yang Union. The best thing about it is how much it broadens the range of positions.
I never imagined I could pull off a standing carry with these scrawny arms.
Even though it's a high-difficulty position, this bizarre system made it possible.
The moment I drove my dick into her pussy, a surge of unprecedented power welled up, and I lifted Ha Hui-ryeong—who was about my height—clean off the ground.
She'd looked pretty shocked at the time too.
Also, it kind of seems like the girls feel it more intensely as well.
And it had some kind of heightened sexual sensitivity effect, hadn't it?
I'd thought I was stepping in dog shit, but instead I'd ended up reaping an unexpected benefit.
Maybe someday I really would earn the title of Meister of Fucking—the Sex King.
"Think I'll smoke a cig before I crash."
With a satisfied grin, I finished my mental recap of the mating session.
I was just about to casually light a cigarette when—
—Ding-dong.
Out of nowhere, the doorbell rang.
What the hell?
Who'd be visiting at this hour?
I cocked my head in confusion, but only for a moment.
First, I checked the intercom.
"What? Why's that woman here?"
The person on the intercom screen was Jeong Ji-min, the one with the eye-catching dyed hair.
She was just standing there, fidgeting with her fingers, looking oddly anxious—like a thief with a guilty conscience.
What's that bitch really up to?
Hadn't we settled the matter with her staying with Grandpa next door?
Why'd she come here in the middle of the night?
And alone, at that?
It was absurd, but leaving her standing out there for too long felt a bit wrong too.
I should at least hear what she wanted.
I scratched my head as I trudged toward the front door.
Creak.
"What brings you here so suddenly late at night?"
When I asked that, still holding the doorknob, she scanned me for a moment as if sizing me up.
When I frowned, she responded with a bright, placating smile.
"Um... do you have a moment?"
"Excuse me?"
When I returned a dumb look, she scratched her cheek sheepishly.
"Ha ha... well, the thing is... I can't fall asleep. And I didn't feel like just spacing out alone. Would you like to talk, even for just a little while?"
"You could just talk to your boyfriend."
"Haru was tired today, so he fell asleep right away. And Grandpa went to bed too."
Something felt off, but I let it pass.
It didn't exactly sound like she was lying.
"May I come in?"
"Hmm. Hold on a sec. I'm a bit taken aback."
"Ah, if it's uncomfortable, I'll just leave. It's rude of me to show up this late anyway."
What was she scheming?
Her persistently friendly attitude from start to finish felt somewhat burdensome.
But being cold and turning her away felt hard too, given how haggard she looked.
Despite her composed words, her eyes kept trembling, as if she was on the verge of breaking, and the smile on her pale face was more faded than radiant.
She's under a lot of mental strain.
I sighed inwardly and wet my dry lips.
"No. Well, come on in. A short while's fine."
"Okay, thank you. Excuse me."
Jeong Ji-min followed me inside.
I gestured for her to sit on the sofa as she glanced around the room, and after a moment's hesitation, she settled onto it demurely.
For some reason, she looked visibly tense.
I rummaged around the kitchen and spoke.
"I only have water and coffee. Coffee feels like a bit much right now, doesn't it?"
"No, no. Anything's fine."
For someone who'd come here so boldly, she was incredibly awkward.
Did she really come just because she wanted someone to talk to?
...No, probably not.
Anyone with normal thinking wouldn't choose a guy who was just having an orgy with two women as a conversation partner.
She clearly had another motive.
"So... what's your business?"
So I cut straight to the point.
Jeong Ji-min wet her throat with the water I handed her, then smiled faintly.
"Ahaha... right to the point, huh."
"We're not on friendly enough terms to giggle and chit-chat, are we? Let's get this over with."
"Well... I suppose that's true. Then I'll get right to it."
She continued, twirling a lock of hair around her finger.
"You remember what the Building Representative said, right? The five-person exploration team."
"I do. I heard it's not absolutely necessary to have a full five, but that he'd prefer if we filled the maximum number where possible."
"Yes, yes. So, about that—if you happen to go outside tomorrow, would it be possible for me to join you?"
I figured as much.
She was angling to piggyback off us.
But from my standpoint, did I really need to do that? The question remained.
Since we didn't strictly have to fill all five slots, it would've been fine to just go as a group of three: me, Ha Hui-ryeong, and Kim Ha-yoon.
Frankly, bringing Jeong Ji-min along offered me no real merit.
"Hui-ryeong doesn't have any food left at home, so we were planning to go out anyway... but why would we specifically take you?"
"That's precisely why I'm asking. I'll do anything. Any menial task—I'll do it without complaint, so please, isn't there a way?"
"Look, why not just ask Grandpa for the favor of joining his group, if you're already relying on him?"
"He said he already has a full team. And it'd be a bit awkward to force my way into that...."
Did she feel self-conscious about it?
I dragged a dining chair over, sat down, and said with some confusion,
"If food's the issue, can't you just ask Grandpa and get by on his supplies for now?"
"No. That would be too shameless. My boyfriend's injured and can't move well, so it feels wrong in terms of conscience to trouble an elderly gentleman even further. I'm perfectly able-bodied; I should do something myself."
Her mindset itself was admirable.
A woman who didn't view kindness as a right she was entitled to enjoy was already in the top one-tenth of human decency.
"What about joining a different team?"
"I did think about that... but it made me uneasy. I suppose I'd say I can't trust them yet."
"What about us, then? Do you find us trustworthy?"
Jeong Ji-min paused at that.
Then, after glancing my way hesitantly, she opened her mouth.
"To be honest... I don't really trust you. You're a man, after all. But the other two...."
"Hui-ryeong and Ha-yoon are okay? Huh, I didn't expect you to say that right to my face."
"I'll apologize for that part. I'm sorry. As you know, I went through something terrible last time. From my perspective, it's a little—no, very—hard to trust men."
Well, considering she was nearly raped, it'd be hard for her to suddenly place her trust in some strange man she didn't know.
I got it. But in a situation like this, shouldn't she at least say something nice—enough to ease my wariness a little?
If she came right out and said it like that, then what was I supposed to say in return?
Was I supposed to go, "There, there, you poor thing. Yes, yes, let me comfort you," or some shit?
I answered back with a slightly offended tone.
"You're honest. Very much so."
"...Because I didn't think lying would be right. Trust is important, after all."
She wasn't wrong, but there was something about it that got under your skin.
"Trust. Trust, huh. It's an important factor when traveling together. But no matter how I think about it, I have no reason to grant your request. I don't stand to gain anything, do I? No gain."
At my words, she chewed on her lips.
She did that for about a minute, then lowered her eyes and mumbled in a gloomy tone.
"...What do I have to do to make it happen?"
"I told you already. If there's something I can gain from it, I'll accept."
"....."
I hadn't laid out my demands like someone being generous; I'd left them vague and general, but the gist was simple.
Pay the price. Then I'll help.
Regrettably, in this situation, there was only one thing she could put on the scales.
Her own body.
She had nothing else.
That alone was the only thing of value.
"...I'll do it with you once. Will that be enough?"
And because she knew that, the expression on her face was so humiliated.
I raised the corner of my mouth into a slight smirk and answered her.
"Once won't cut it. What goes must come. Once per request. That's the only way it makes sense."
Zing.
Her watery glare was very stimulating.
"...Fine. But not full sex. I'll do it with my mouth or my hands."
"What are you talking about? Then there's no point."
"Then forget it. I'll just go."
As if she no longer saw any value in hearing me out, she crumpled her expression and sprang up from the sofa.
She immediately strode toward the front door with angry steps, thudding loudly.
"....."
I didn't stop her.
I felt no particular need to.
Did I have any reason to get desperate and cling to her?
I had two holes I could pound whenever I wanted, so there was no reason to humor a whore who was arbitrarily getting difficult for no reason.
The days of degradation and persecution, when I'd had to jerk off to porn, were long gone.
The me now was a super alpha male with two women in my fold—no, an ultra-alpha male.
Which meant I had nothing to feel inferior about.
"Haah...."
Was my response unexpected?
Jeong Ji-min, who'd been striding out so confidently, let out a string of sighs, her hand only resting on the doorknob.
"Are you really going to let me go like this?"
"What do you mean? You said you were leaving. So be quiet and go on your way. Why do you keep hesitating?"
"...Seriously, don't you feel even a shred of lingering attachment?"
"Why would I? I just finished pounding some girl from behind not long ago. Do I really need to?"
When I shrugged my shoulders with a shameless grin, her eyebrows twitched minutely.
She seemed displeased that her strategy wasn't working.
Or maybe her pride was just hurt.
You've gotta know who you're negotiating with.
She'd probably intended to pretend to be angry and walk away from the conversation to subtly take control, but that was a pretty flimsy plan.
The one who's more desperate in a transaction is the one who has to bend.
"Don't try to probe me for no reason. If you're going to spread your legs, spread 'em. If you're going to leave, leave. That way we're both comfortable."
Hearing that, Jeong Ji-min returned to her original spot with an air of resignation.
She sank back onto the sofa in the same demure posture as before and spoke.
"...Fine. It's something I'd already prepared myself for anyway. Yes, let's do it your way. Once per request. I'll accept it."
"Just so I'm asking you beforehand—your boyfriend agreed to this as well, I assume?"
"...Do you really think he would?"
Obviously he wouldn't.
Who'd willingly hand their girl over to some other guy?
Unless he had some bizarre kink, he'd clearly be dead set against it.
Though you can't really say one is worse than the other here.
This, too, was the result of her doing her best to find a way to survive.
It was cheating either way, but from where I stood, both sides bore responsibility.
If you had to assign proportional blame, in this case the powerless boyfriend's share was actually larger.
Not being able to walk properly was the same as not even being able to fend for himself.
He must have unintentionally placed an immense psychological burden on her.
The pressure of having to carry the load for two must have driven her to the edge.
Well, from my point of view, I was just reaping the benefits while doing nothing.
I looked at her, arrogantly crossing my legs.
"Shall we start by taking off the top?"
Let's begin with a tits check.