Number 9
Number 9
Some people never experience it. But nobody experiences it just once.
You might hesitate at first, but the moment you taste the sweetness of the forbidden fruit, you can't help but crave it endlessly.
That's what desire is.
Because craving to possess and enjoy is humanity's most primal instinct.
We may restrain ourselves, but we can never sever it completely.
"...Yes. Please, let me join in."
So it wasn't strange at all that Number 9 reacted this way.
You could even call it normal.
There's nothing wrong with pursuing pleasure, after all.
"Come here."
I pulled the approaching Number 9 into my arms.
Im Soo-ah shot me a slightly sulky look from the side, but when I patted her ass as if to say 'just wait a moment,' her gaze immediately softened.
"You're already wet?"
"Hnh... yes...."
As I stroked her crotch, a thick slickness coated my fingers.
Watching Im Soo-ah's fellatio must have gotten her worked up already.
Guess there's no need for foreplay.
"Aahng!"
Without hesitation, I shoved my cock into Number 9's pussy.
Then I pulled her stiffened body into a face-to-face sitting position and gently stroked her back.
At that, the tension seemed to melt away, and Number 9's ragged breathing, which had been making her tremble in little bursts, gradually steadied.
"Haa... hnh... as expected, this is..."
"Good, right? Everyone says that."
My cock had gotten pretty good reviews even before I picked up Yin-Yang Union.
And now that it had the added effect of Sexual Sensation Amplification, any decent woman would start gushing the moment I thrust in.
Still, there's bound to be at least one supreme hole out there somewhere that could put up an even fight against me, right?
Since the world has changed so dramatically, there's got to be some woman out there who got a skill similar to mine.
Yeah, I believe there is.
"Number 9. Kind of late to ask, but what'd you do for a living? You know, before all this."
"Hnng... r-right now, all of a sudden?"
"Just popped into my head. Like, 'Come to think of it, I don't even know what my girls are into.' I've been pretty indifferent, haven't I?"
"...Ah, no. You weren't. If anything...."
"If anything?"
"If anything, I think that's what made it so much easier to adapt. I... that's what I think."
I see. Sometimes indifference is its own kind of consideration.
Since they were rotting away in a horrible place, giving them time to think by leaving them alone had apparently been better for them than excessive attention.
Or maybe that's just Number 9's opinion. I shouldn't jump to conclusions.
"I see. So you've adapted somewhat?"
"Yes..."
Schlick, schlick.
Number 9 moved her hips, letting me set the pace. Awkward, but enough.
Just being inside was enough to feel that clamping tightness of a myeong-gi, just as you'd expect from someone I'd rated a 9.
Judging by her hip movements, she might not have much experience.
That's a shame.
A woman like her—I should've been the one to take her virginity.
Putting my disappointment aside, I pressed on.
"Any discomfort?"
"Honestly... there is. But it's fine. Compared to before, this place is practically heaven."
"Really? Good to hear. Anyway, like I was saying—what'd you do before? Just an ordinary office worker?"
"Uhn... no. I ran a kendo dojang."
"A dojang?"
That was unexpected.
And not even taekwondo—a pretty niche martial art.
And a young woman like her, at that.
...Or not? Maybe she just looks young and is actually older?
"That's unique. Not exactly the kind of thing a young girl picks up. Was it a family business?"
"Yes. I just... took over what my parents did."
"Hmm. So you must be decent with a sword?"
"I... guess so?"
I'll make a note of that.
If a vending machine that sells weapons ever pops up, I'd be willing to get a sword for Number 9.
"A swordswoman... it suits you, subtly. Your hairstyle, the way you carry yourself... Hmm, if I get the chance, I should get you a kendo uniform too."
A ponytail and a sharp, cool impression.
Plus long, slender limbs and a chest that's neither too large nor too small.
Number 9 was the textbook image of a kendo club captain.
"Pft, if you give me one, I'll wear it."
At that, Number 9 let out a low chuckle.
I wasn't sure what she found so funny, but she seemed genuinely pleased.
...Well, if she's happy, that's all that matters.
"You'd wear it even if I forced it on you. So, speaking of which—anything you like, or something you want from me? I'll grant just about anything within reason."
"Hnh, killing two birds with one stone, huh...?"
"Exactly. We're on the same wavelength, aren't we, Number 9?"
I gave a light thrust of my hips.
Simultaneously, a "Hngeuk!" slipped out as Number 9's expression melted into pure lust.
Drooling shamelessly, she barely managed to wiggle her ass in time with my movements.
A ridiculously adorable sight.
"Ah, aah... you're right... first, I'd like it if you could get me more books... I finished all the ones you gave me last time..."
"Hmm. So what you're saying is you're bored?"
"Yes... living here is nice, but... there's just so little to do...."
I see.
Worth considering as a welfare issue.
They'd need things to enjoy to stay motivated, after all.
If I get the chance, I'll have to find a tablet loaded with dramas or movies.
Wait, no. Nobody uses those anymore these days, so maybe it'd be better to loot a computer with files already stored on it?
"Is that all? Nothing else?"
"Hnn...! I, I'm perfectly happy with just that."
How modest.
Feeling a bit of fondness, I decided to treat her to a cool, generous round first.
Smack, smack, smack, smack!
Her ass slapped against my pubic bone, filling the air with lewd, fleshy sounds.
Startled by the suddenly quickened tempo, Number 9's eyes flew wide open and her whole body trembled rapidly.
"H-aaaaaang....!!"
Sounded like she hit a light climax.
A sinuous, wriggling tightness clamped down hard on my cock.
Simultaneously, I ejaculated without hesitation.
Spurt, spurt, gush gush.
A milky white fluid filled her womb.
Feeling it, Number 9 clung to my body even tighter, groping for something to hold onto.
"Haap... uhm..."
I savored the soft, yielding press of her chest against mine as I brought my lips to hers.
I was the one leading.
She clumsily tangled her tongue with mine, like she wasn't sure what to do.
But that was actually better.
It was proof she had little experience.
'Oh.'
And she seemed to have a thing for getting fucked while kissing, because her clamping got even more incredible.
The spasming tightness, rippling in waves, kept stimulating my cock and hurried another ejaculation.
That was part of the fun too.
Without holding back, I shot another load of cum while still inside her, and the sensation of it flooding her womb sent Number 9 right over the edge.
That cycle repeated over and over—genuinely endless climax hell.
"Bleh—."
After exchanging bodily fluids like that for a long while, we finally pulled our lips apart once our lower bodies were thoroughly soaked.
A dazed, euphoric gaze looked up at me.
An expression awash in pleasure, yet tinged with embarrassment.
Maybe because I found that unbelievably cute, I lightly smacked Number 9's ass.
Smack!
"Kyah!"
She let out a comical, single-note shriek, then glanced around at the others and blushed slightly.
She'd only just noticed their stares.
She'd finally realized that everyone was watching Number 9 and me intently.
A few of them, unable to hold back, were even stroking their own private parts to soothe the burning ache.
At this, Number 9's cheeks flushed even rosier.
Now that she was satisfied, it had dawned on her that she'd just put on a shameful display in front of everyone.
"So, who wants to go next?"
I looked at the numbered bitches behind me and asked.
Naturally, no one stepped forward right away.
Just as they were sizing each other up, someone slipped up beside me, grabbed my head, and yanked it forcefully to the side.
"H-humm...."
Following that insolent grip, a soft mucous membrane met my lips once again.
It was Jeong Ji-min.
This impertinent brat kissed me however she pleased, then forcibly poured the alcohol from her mouth into mine.
Wasn't she drinking with Mirkella?
That question answered itself the moment I spotted the silver-haired woman sprawled out pathetically in a drunken stupor at the edge of my vision.
...That punk drank till she passed out.
She was already drunk, so pouring more on top of that—no wonder.
'Wait, more importantly... this is way stronger than I thought?'
The alcohol passed mouth-to-mouth was seriously potent.
As the bitter taste slid down my throat, a burning heat filled my head.
Not good.
My heartbeat grew even heavier, and my vision began to swim like I was dead drunk.
"Pwah...! Hey! What the hell do you think you're doing out of nowhere!?"
"Hehehe, that's my line, oppa. You won't drink, but you're right back to fucking. Is that fair?"
"No, you little—! That's too far, even for you...!"
As my voice rose, Jeong Ji-min burst into a peal of giggles, like she found the whole thing hilarious.
She was so infuriating I reached out to punish her.
"No can do~!"
She nimbly spun her body aside to dodge, then immediately turned tail and fled into the room where Ha Hui-ryeong was.
Oh, that bitch...!
I felt a desperate need to give her a proper education one of these days.
Yeah, I'll catch her and ruin her pussy— no, her asshole.
Just as I was steeling my resolve internally, Number 9 looked at me with concern.
"Are you okay...?"
"Ah, yeah. I'm a bit tipsy, but... I'm fine."
"....."
Why was she looking at me like I was clearly not fine?
I let out a small sigh and pulled my cock out.
Immediately, semen gushed from her pussy, following the glans.
I must have pumped so many loads in that the floor was soaked.
"Ah...."
As Number 9 retreated, a flicker of regret crossing her face, someone else climbed on top of me.
My cock plunged straight into a new, warm pussy.
This hole was elastic but a little lacking in tightness—it belonged to Number 4.
"Haahk...!"
She had that easygoing, older-sister look, and she sucked hard on the nape of my neck before flashing a hazy smile.
"Hnh, I can join in too, right...?"
"Uh... well, I'm not in great shape right now, but... you sure you can handle me?"
"Then that settles it."
Smack, smack, smack, smack!
Her large, plump buttocks pounded like a millstone.
This woman might have been lacking in the chest department, but her pelvis and ass were out of this world.
I mean, the visuals alone are in a league of their own.
"Wai, wait...! Hey, too fast!"
And her technique was exceptional.
Unlike the other women I'd had so far, Number 4 possessed such outstanding hip-rolling skills that she could compensate for her lack of tightness.
She'd even seized control.
It was my legs being pinned down instead.
Th-this is...
'Reverse Mating Press...!'
It was an absurdly acrobatic and humiliating position, but drunk and overwhelmed by the alcohol, there was no way I could resist.
Felt like my humanity was being stripped away.
It was kind of embarrassing... but it also felt fucking incredible!
My head was spinning and my dick was loving every second.
Ah, whatever.
Let's just enjoy it.
As I was being subjected to that bizarre technique, I realized the girls had started gathering around me one by one before I'd even noticed.
"I'll go next..."
"No, me first!"
"Number 10. You already sucked his dick. So wait your turn."
"Wh- what? That's a completely different thing...!"
"I agree with Number 8. Wait."
Soon, my vision was filled with a variety of pussy lips.