The Moment You Show Weakness, You Get Devoured
Aila was reading the letter with a grave expression. I hovered beside her, prying into the contents. "Is it something strange?"
"Hmm... It says not to come looking for them."
"Aha."
Thank goodness. I was worried it would be another request to hunt someone down, but it seemed that wasn't the case. 'If they had told me to come find them, I would've had to go through hell again...' I would have surely had to overcome absurd dangers and countless obstacles. And then, I would have gained more beautiful women and all sorts of rewards. 'I haven't even fully digested what I have now... If I eat any more, I’ll definitely get indigestion.'
Right now, I’ve acquired so many fortuitous encounters that I haven't even been able to process them all. Not only the ruins of the Dark King and the Forest of Corruption, but there’s also the abandoned temple in a shattered dimension I reached after drinking the dark rum called 'Unfriendly Attraction,' and the space exploration vessel that stopped its voyage. 'There’s so much to do in the Black Market, too...' I thought, nodding to myself. There are many places to go and a mountain of things to do. As much as it’s a shame, I should probably leave the quests related to the 'Original' to others...
"Here, there's a magic circle drawn."
"Huh? Oh."
"If you really want to meet... it says to come find them."
"D-do we really... need to go? Aila, do you... want to meet that guy called the Original?"
"Hmm... Well. I might want to ask why they made hundreds of us and abandoned us in other worlds."
"Aha..."
"Still, I don't really have the thought right now. It's a connection that’s already ended, anyway."
Aila folded the letter roughly and tucked it into her bosom. Fortunately, it didn't seem like she had any burning desire to go meet them. I was terrified for a second that a new journey was about to begin. I’d like to decline any new journeys for the time being. I’ve already been on too many in such a short period; I’m a bit tired. Mentally, that is.
"Since it looks like we’ve seen everything we need to, let’s head out. Jiyeon and Hajun, you stay here. Hongya, you stay too. Hajun, you can be the mansion manager... and Jiyeon, you’ll be the head maid, and Yan Hongya, you’d be perfect as the butler."
"I-I don't think I'm needed..."
"No. We need at least one person capable of combat stationed here in case of an emergency."
Yan Hongya didn't seem to want to stay in this insane mansion, but I was a bit uneasy leaving only Jung Jiyeon and Yoon Hajun behind. Someone who knows how to fight needs to remain; if it’s just production staff, they’re liable to die easily.
"If you need anything, tell Jinsung."
"Yes..."
Yoon Hajun nodded with a visibly tired face. He already looked exhausted, knowing that once we left, he’d have to restart the mansion’s production facilities and organize the supply warehouse.
"And send out 10 dolls periodically."
"Yes..."
The dolls are useful because they can be used as laborers or for combat. Above all, I really like the fact that I don't have to provide proper food or shelter and can work them to the bone all day. I can make them do things that would be too dangerous for humans.
"Joon, I think I’ll stay a bit longer and come out later."
"Is that so?"
"Yeah. The workshop earlier... I liked it."
"Aha..."
Aila wanted a personal workshop. Well, the art room was a bit pathetic to call a workshop. The master’s workshop from earlier must have really appealed to her, being cozy and without a single ray of sunlight.
"If you want to move your residence to the mansion, you can."
"Really? Hehe... Yes. I’ll think about it."
I stroked the hair of Aila, who was laughing expressionlessly, and took Eunji and Hwayoung out of the mansion.
I hurriedly shook off Eunji and Hwayoung. If I hadn't, I knew I’d be sexually harassed to no end, fully erect and unable to even fight properly before I even stepped foot into the Black Market. Lately, Eunji and Hwayoung had awakened to a perverted sexual desire, enjoying teasing me while roaming around as a pair. Scary girls. Actually, it’s not that I particularly hate it... but my nipples were a bit sore and painful after being pinched and sucked by the two of them for hours, so I ran away quickly. I have to go to the Black Market today, and if my nipples keep hurting, it’ll be distracting and dangerous. I might accidentally end up eating a drug dealer's candy. I need to keep my wits about me.
"*Yawn*."
"Oh? It’s Aram."
"Yeah... Hi, Joon."
While I was resting and practicing mental discipline until the Black Market opened, Aram approached me—how did she even find me? Then, she just flopped down and used my lap as a pillow. Unlike the diligent Arum, Aram is always dozing off whenever she gets the chance. She’s like a cat. Like a big, chubby cat.
"Joon."
"Yeah?"
"Want to touch my breasts?"
"What? Hah... this girl."
"If you don't want to, forget it."
"No, when did I say I didn't want to? I’ll touch them."
Aram naturally exposed her voluptuous breasts. She peeked through her eyes to gauge my reaction. I reached out to her ample chest. Touching a woman's breasts is good for mental health, after all. They were soft and squishy. Just touching them made me feel like I was regaining my peace of mind.
"Hehe... your dick gets hard just from touching my breasts?"
"Hey... I can't help it."
"Hehehe... Joon, you have time before you go into the Black Market, right?"
"Huh? Yeah... why?"
"Then... shall we have a quick round?"
"Right now?"
"Yeah. In the auditorium warehouse. How about it? There was no one there."
Aram showed me her fingers, covered in love juice after she’d reached into her pants and fiddled around. She sucked on her fingers and looked up at me. Her gaze seemed to ask, 'Can you really resist after seeing this?' Maybe it’s because it’s almost time for her period, but she seems to be in heat. As her master, I have no choice but to take responsibility for my slave's heat.
"Let's go quickly before the others come. Eunji and Hwayoung were looking for you earlier, too."
"Ah..."
I picked Aram up and ran to the auditorium warehouse. Moving from rooftop to rooftop allowed me to get there quickly without being caught.
"Phew. Is this almost the first time we've done it just the two of us?"
"That's right. Arum was always tagging along... but where is Arum?"
"Arum is probably sparring with Palus right now. She spars all day long."
"Aha..."
I’m glad I turned Palus into a woman.
"*Ugh*."
Aram threw off the tank top she was wearing and quickly shed her dolphin shorts and panties. She must be itching to have sex. "Why are you in such a hurry?"
"Hehehe... *slurp*. I’m excited at the thought of devouring my husband. I have to eat you quickly before that bitch Arum comes. If she catches us, she’ll throw a fit again."
"Hah, you should yield to your younger sister a bit... *mph*..."
*Slurp, suck, slurp.* Aram started kissing me right away. I could feel her hot breath. She let out panting breaths through her nose and sucked on my tongue. Her eyes had changed slightly, too; she didn't seem to be in any mood to wait. She was sucking on me with an expression that said she was dying to have my dick.
— *Riiip!*
Aram even ripped off the pants I hadn't finished taking off while kissing me. My pants were torn away like a piece of paper. Amazing...
"*Suck*. *Haa*... Hey! These were my favorite pants..."
"Hehe. You get your clothes ripped off by the girls every time you get devoured anyway. Just pick up a new pair."
It was an undeniable fact. At some point, my women had reached the level of ripping my clothes off like lionesses trying to devour me. Since everyone basically had a Strength stat over 50, they had the power to pull off a normal person's limbs like picking radishes, and because of that, my clothes were always being torn apart. Once my clothes were ripped off, I’d be kept erect and devoured like a living dildo by the women until the sun came up.
"There are plenty of pants to wear if you raid a clothing store. If you have to, just rip the pants off the slaves and wear those. *Hahaha*..."
"Hey, you want me to rip pants off people who are already miserable enough being slaves...?"
"What's the matter with that? Now, then, your panties too."
"W-wait!!"
— *Riiip!*
Even my panties were ripped off! This is insane!! These were my favorite panties!!
"Hey!! I really liked those striped panties...!"
"What's with that dick-cover..."
"D-dick-cover... what kind of lewd word choice is that..."
"Hehehe. *Slurp*."
Aram grinned and licked my flustered cheek with her tongue. A sober Aram is incredibly aggressive and scary. It even made me hallucinate that her pupils had turned into heart shapes. Is this the power of a half-human, half-horse? A pink-haired succubus... this is too good.
"And I don't acknowledge 'attachment panties.' Joon, your panties are nothing more than something to be ripped off by the girls. It feels amazing when I rip them off..."
"*Ugh*... my women are all crazy..."
"Well, since the master is crazy, the slaves must be crazy too... If you really don't want your panties ripped, why don't you just go around naked? Yeah! You're going to get stripped anyway, so why not just walk around naked! Great! Right?"
"What? T-that’s another bizarre idea..."
"It would be easier to devour you that way... *Hoho*... wouldn't it?"
"Hey!! You girl, what kind of vulgar joke is that..."
"Does it look like a joke?"
It wasn't a joke. If things went on like this, 'Jang Jojun Nudity' might be designated as a school rule due to Aram's agitation. Eunji and Hwayoung would definitely go wild, saying it’s a great idea... and then Mer would nod and rip my clothes off. Crazy. I have to stop it. I want to wear clothes. There’s no other way but to make her unable to think about it anymore.
— *Thwack!!*
"*Kyaaak!!* *Kuhhh*..."
As I thrust my dick in blindly so she couldn't have any more strange thoughts, she climaxed just from the glans touching her cervix. To think she’d try to deceive her master with such a pathetic pussy... how impudent!
"Hehehe. *Slurp*... Master. I love you."
"Suddenly 'Master'? Why? You just start calling me Master as soon as I thrust. Right?"
"Hehehe... Well, of course... You’re thrusting with such a big dick, so of course you’re my Master. I love it. Joon. I love you."
"You... you’re completely in heat today..."
"Well, Mer unni keeps going around bragging about how she was thrust into like crazy last night since this morning, so what am I supposed to do? I have to devour you quickly whenever I get the chance. Thrust into me with all your might for just one hour. Then I’ll call you Master all week long? How about it? Oppa Jojun?"
"Phew... Oppa? You really are... just stay still."
After that, I thrust into her until the warehouse was plastered with the smell of semen.
"*Haa*..."
I feel drained. I didn't know I’d run into a succubus in heat while trying to avoid the legal lolis.
"Joon!"
"Ah... Cheshire..."
Cheshire, who knew nothing, just looked excited at the thought of going on a Black Market date with me. How is it that someone over 60 is the most innocent and cute? Cheshire... you’re the best...
"Oh? You... you have dark circles under your eyes..."
"Ahaha... it’s nothing."
I took out a bottle of 'Dawn Seven' from my pocket and drank it to regain my composure. As I drank the ultimate fatigue recovery potion sold by the peddler, the fatigue disappeared instantly.
"Shall we go then?"
"Yeah! I’d love to!"
I visit the Black Market almost every week, but my heart races every time I go. I took Cheshire's hand and opened the door.