Dickhead Youth (2)
I'd never had a real job. And by that, I mean the daily grind of a modern office worker back on Earth.
'A military discharge student reincarnated into another world as a hero.'
For someone like me who'd spent way more time "heroing" than in college or the army, everything I knew about society was secondhand, picked up from overhearing others.
"Si-woo, you're gonna be in real trouble once you join a company..."
"Doesn't it depend on whether it's a big corp or some shithole?"
"You think a guy like Si-woo would end up in a shithole?"
"That's exactly the kind of guy you gotta watch out for. They act like they're praising you to your face, but deep down, they're praying you'll land in the gutter."
So my "social skills" weren't from experience—they were just book knowledge, indirect at best. Sure, I'd picked up a few things during my hero days, but even those were from life-or-death battlefield scraps as part of a hero party. Details? Fuck if I knew.
But after ten years of that shit, I could say one thing for sure: in any organization, hierarchy is the easiest, most efficient way to keep control.
That's why, when it came to Kim Chae-rin's surprise visit—
"—care to explain, Choi Yu-jin?"
I called out Choi Yu-jin. The moment she stepped into my room, her face had gone ice-cold, while Kim Chae-rin looked like she was on the execution block, head bowed low.
"U-uh..."
Confusion, anxiety, unease. Kim Chae-rin kept rolling her eyes like she was about to burst, but Choi Yu-jin was just as jittery. Why had she been summoned? What the hell had Kim Chae-rin done? And above all, why had Kim Chae-rin come to her saying "Yoo Si-woo wants to see you"?
- She shows up out of nowhere while I'm trying to rest, knocking on my door. Right?
- Shouldn't you have handled this shit cleanly on your end so it never reached me?
- I went out of my way to grope your ass and make it clear you handle the annoying stuff, and now some bitch skips you and comes straight to me? You cool with that?
- Don't tell me she's already got you wrapped around her finger.
Normally, I'd rip into her from the top down. Kim Chae-rin had blatantly bypassed Choi Yu-jin, the sub-party leader—which was a direct threat to her position. Hierarchy-wise, I'd chew out Kim Chae-rin and reassure Choi Yu-jin. Pretty faces were a dime a dozen in this world, but sharp, loyal underlings who didn't make waves? Rare as fuck.
But my goal wasn't just stable organization management. It was stable pussy.
Fucking Choi Yu-jin was a given, but a snake like Kim Chae-rin, jumping the chain of command to seduce me with her body? No reason to pass that up.
'How much mana will I gain?'
I needed data. Stats to optimize my choices. Data to stack.
'Virgins give the most mana—that's fact.'
Would banging Kim Chae-rin as a virgin net me as much mana as with Shin Yu-hee? 'If popping cherries gives the biggest boost, that's reason enough to target them deliberately.'
Comparisons were key. Was it better to fuck experienced girls for mana gains, or go through the hassle of bedding virgins?
'Even if she's not a virgin, no big deal.'
If she wasn't, fine. 'Whether she's fucked other guys before doesn't matter—what counts is if sex with me as her first time boosts mana.'
It was a prime chance to test: did new girls give more mana, or did any non-demon pussy work regardless? If I could game it out like stats in a game—exact gains per stat, peak conditions for mana—that'd be ideal. No such luck, so I'd have to dick my way to the truth.
So.
"Choi Yu-jin."
"Yes, oppa?"
"Kim Chae-rin came saying she wants the armor Shin Yu-hee left behind. You two discuss this?"
Time to leverage the situation and line up some dick.
"...No. First I'm hearing of it."
Obviously. That's why she was glaring daggers at Kim Chae-rin right now.
'Brutal.'
The girl she wanted to eat, and the one almost eaten instead. If I'd just taken Kim Chae-rin then and there, Choi Yu-jin's standing would've been toast.
How to establish hierarchy? Plenty of ways, but the surest, fastest was best now.
Choi Yu-jin was sharp enough—time to float the idea.
"Really? Guess you didn't know. This armor was next for you."
"Huh? ...Oh. Right."
Choi Yu-jin glanced at Shin Yu-hee's old armor, then nodded.
"Sorry. I was keeping quiet so I wouldn't bug you while you rested. Didn't expect this."
To an outsider, it'd look like total bullshit. But closed-off spots breed drama over petty shit, and this was a kill-or-be-killed arena.
'Gotta thank Madam Helma?'
Hell, they'd indirectly seen how women got treated in the arena. Madam Helma's "merchandise management" spared them pre-sale inspections by men, but they'd witnessed the broken ones firsthand.
"Choi Yu-jin."
"Yes, oppa?"
"Strip."
"......!!"
Sudden strip command. Kim Chae-rin jerked her head up in shock; Choi Yu-jin bit her lip, flustered but silent.
No wonder. Dragged here out of the blue was bad enough—now stripping in front of another girl?
Swish.
But as I stripped first in one go, both their faces changed on a dime.
"Ah..."
They scanned me top to bottom, just like guys ogle hot chicks. Kim Chae-rin snuck peeks; Choi Yu-jin stared straight at my cock.
Comparing, no doubt. The dick She'd seen me use on Shemiri from behind at the restaurant. And the one she'd sucked once before—did it match?
"Choi Yu-jin. Remember? The price for borrowing this armor."
"Uh..."
"I'd be pretty pissed if you forgot."
No prior deal—just improv, ad-lib without even a script. But Choi Yu-jin approached anyway.
"Rather than me stripping... wouldn't you prefer to undress me yourself?"
Arms out, she surrendered her body completely. Do whatever.
"That works."
Rustle, rustle.
I peeled off Choi Yu-jin's clothes. She'd earned some Exchange Vouchers for decent threads, but stripped bare, she was just naked meat.
"So, what were you gonna give me?"
No formal contract. Just half-joking banter before. She'd never explicitly offered anything.
Time to lock it in. From her own mouth.
"...Master."
? What the fuck, this escalation.
"M-Master can use my body however he wants."
Was she trying to paint me as some pervert who demands "Master" in private? Kim Chae-rin wasn't the only one eyeing the gap left by Shin Yu-hee's absence.
....
'Good's good.'
Unexpected. Her word choice was more aggressive than I'd figured, catching me off guard—but Kim Chae-rin was more shocked. No way they're like that—
I placed a hand on Choi Yu-jin's head.
"Right. That's the deal."
It wasn't. But from now on, it was.
"So, what do you do for Master?"
"Serve... him, I think."
"How?"
"Use my body to please you however I can?"
"Perfect. Conclusion reached."
I pointed downward at Choi Yu-jin.
"Kneel. Suck."
Different spot, but same as the counter—I stood still, cock thrust forward.
"Th-that..."
"Oh, Kim Chae-rin."
"Y-yes!"
"I'll figure out what to do with you, so sit there quietly and wait."
"Huh...?"
"Sit."
I pointed to a chair with a clear view of the bed. Prime seat to watch everything.
Essentially, a declaration: Just watch me fuck Choi Yu-jin.
'More humiliating than this?'
Kim Chae-rin was confident in her looks. She'd barged in despite knowing I handled others through Choi Yu-jin, figuring she could muscle into the spot Shin Yu-hee vacated with her body. Arrogance—underestimating Choi, aiming to eclipse Shin too.
'If I'd wanted you from the start, I'd have woken you instead of Shin.'
I didn't pick by looks alone. For hero life, and the party ahead, I valued wits and initiative most.
"M-Master."
"Yeah?"
"If I do a good job... you'll lend the armor and forgive Chae-rin too?"
Choi Yu-jin knelt before me, face to my cock just like at the counter, and asked.
I hadn't even called it a crime.
"Depends on the show."