Secret of the Numbers 2
"Mm..."
All she could manage was a short moan as she began sliding her finger into her own anus. The lube-slicked digit slipped in slowly, then out again. Each time her anus accepted it, the wrinkles smoothed out before puckering back up.
I was rock-hard now. She reached down and lightly tugged my glans. At the same time, a bit of lube smeared onto my tip. A strange anticipation built up. I'd never seen a pink anus before. I'd heard they do whitening procedures at plastic surgery clinics these days, and it looked like she'd had one.
I placed my hands on Nam Seohee's ass cheeks and spread them wide. The pink anus came into sharper view. Below it, the tampon string dangled from her vaginal entrance. A hint of menstrual blood stained the string.
As I pressed my cockhead against her anus, her body trembled faintly. I started pushing in slowly. Her anal sphincter clamped down hard on my glans.
"Hngh..."
A stifled moan escaped her throat. The resistance was intense. But with the lube, I added pressure and it finally gave way. Once my glans was fully inside, her back arched like a bow. As I eased in deeper, her anus gripped me even tighter.
"Hng!"
When my cock was about halfway in, I felt something odd. It was like the tampon inside her pussy was pressing back against my shaft. Through the thin vaginal wall, I could feel the tampon's texture. Fully sheathed now, her anus enveloped my entire length. The wrinkles of her inner walls writhed along my cock. The tampon's presence was vividly clear through that narrow barrier between anus and vaginal wall. It was a bizarre sensation, like fucking her ass while something filled her pussy from another angle.
I began pistoning slowly, then faster. Each thrust produced lewd plop, plop sounds as I plunged in and out. Her anal wrinkles dragged along with my cock, in and out. Her legs started to shake. She braced one hand against the wall while the other went to her clit. Her fingers rubbed it furiously, brushing the tampon string in the process.
"Ha-up!"
Her vaginal walls clenched around the tampon, causing her anus to contract too. That squeeze gripped my shaft even harder. It felt like both holes were milking me at once. As I picked up speed, her ass cheeks slapped against me with smack, smack sounds. Her shaking legs finally gave out, and she dropped to her knees. Now she was fully ass-up, taking my cock from above.
"Hnnngh..."
Her moans grew louder. Her anus spasmed irregularly, squeezing me harder. Her fingers worked her clit faster. The tampon string looked longer now, as if it had shifted. More menstrual blood seeped through clearly. The pressure on the thin wall between her anus and pussy added to the alien pleasure surging through me.
"Haa-ut!"
Nam Seohee's cry came with a powerful contraction of her vaginal walls. The tampon shifted further. Its presence pressed more distinctly against my cock through her anus. Her sphincter sucked at me greedily. I couldn't hold back. I buried deep and erupted into her ass. Hot semen flooded her inner walls. Her body went rigid, then trembled again. As I unloaded, the numbers above her head changed.
I pulled out slowly, and white semen oozed from her anus. I watched the gaping hole slowly close back to normal. Nam Seohee collapsed forward, legs limp. The tampon string dangled even longer from her pussy. She pulled wet wipes from her handbag and cleaned between her legs. After wiping the cum from her anus, she carefully tugged the string. With a pop, the blood-soaked tampon slid out of her pussy. Then she started spreading her folds invitingly. I knew what she wanted. Fuck my nasty, bleeding cunt. Nam Seohee, tempting me with taboo after taboo, turned her head and licked her dry lips.
With the tampon gone, her vaginal entrance glistened red and wet. I was still hard. The anal fuck had been so extreme that cumming hadn't dulled my lust. Thick red fluid trickled slowly from the entrance. Throb, throb. Sensing my gaze, she spread her pussy lips with her fingers. Deeper red menstrual blood gleamed between the crimson walls. The spot where the tampon had been gaped slightly.
"Mm..."
She couldn't speak, but her eyes and smile screamed her desire. She wrapped her hand around my cock and guided it to her entrance. My tip touched her pussy lips. It felt different—slicker than usual. The sticky menstrual blood coated my glans. Red fluid dripped down my shaft, staining it. I pushed in slowly. Her entrance enveloped my glans.
"Ungh..."
It was much hotter than normal. I could feel firsthand how a woman's body temperature rises during her period. Her pussy felt like dipping into 42-degree water. Deeper in, pressure built. Her walls clenched and pulsed around my cock. The tampon spot was looser, but the rest contracted elastically.
"Hng!"
Fully inside, a moan leaked from her throat. Her pussy fully sheathed me. Hot, sopping walls writhed. The sensation of blood trickling down my shaft added perverse thrill. I started moving slowly. Each withdrawal and thrust made squelch, squelch sounds—thicker and stickier than normal lube.
"Hnnng..."
Her moans intensified. Her walls spasmed irregularly, gripping tight. The tampon spot seemed extra sensitive, heightening her pleasure. Speeding up, blood started splattering. Red streaks marked her thighs and my lower abs. It was like thrusting through red paint. Her blood-filled pussy was slipperier, hotter, and her walls hypersensitive. They convulsed with every movement.
"Ungh... Hn!"
Her face twisted in a mix of pleasure and pain. Fucking during cramps must be a complex sensation. Each time my cock hit her cervix, her abdomen spasmed, more blood gushing out to soak me. I heard droplets hitting the floor.
"Hn... Hng!"
Her hands gripped my ass hard, urging deeper. I grabbed her waist and slammed harder. I felt my cock nudging her cervix. Suddenly, massive pressure surged. Blood burst like a dam breaking, hot and thick, flooding between my cock and her groin.
"Uuuung!"
She climaxed. Her walls clamped down fiercely. That pushed me over the edge.
"Krrgh!"
I erupted right at her cervix. White cum mixed with red blood, filling her depths. Like white fireworks in a crimson night sky. As I came, the numbers above her head shifted again.
I pulled out slowly, and a mix of red and white oozed from her pussy. The unique scent of cum and blood mingled with the parking lot's musty mold smell. She squatted down, legs weak.
"Hng... Hng..."
Nam Seohee wiped my bloodied cock with wet wipes. She cleaned her dripping pussy, but fresh blood kept flowing. She pulled a new tampon from her bag but hesitated, then opted for panties with a pad instead. The flow was too heavy for a tampon now.
"......"
She straightened her clothes and gave my cheek a quick kiss. Satisfaction gleamed in her eyes. Whether her goal was just taking my cum, she coolly took the elevator up first. I soothed my sticky cock and headed to the convenience store. I'd gained more insight into this world's rules. Seeing [0,0,0] above the clerk's head felt eerie now that I knew what it meant.
[0,0,0]
Convenience Store Clerk
Understanding the numbers above women's heads made me think: maybe my purpose is to change them. I checked my reflection in the mirror. My numbers: 821:32:21. My lifespan had grown substantially. I tried calculating creampies—oral, vaginal, anal—but it didn't add up neatly.
"Is the increase random?"
Heading home, my hands were full of bags. Soju, beer, and snacks I'd craved forever. Things forbidden with diabetes and pancreatic cancer. I'd longed for them endlessly. Pain gone, blood sugar stable, I could indulge.
Cold beer can in hand, condensation dripped. Hiss—pop. The tab cracked open crisply.
"Haa..."
First sip. Bitter chill slid down my throat. Tears welled up. I tore into a squid leg, savoring the chewy texture. Saliva flooded my mouth. Bouncy squid flesh, salty dried-saltiness. Crunch crunch. I microwaved pork rind, picked it up with chopsticks, and chewed. The tough chew was perfection. Pork rind, dried squid... cold beer.
"Fuck, this is heaven."
Calling girls like Han Areum and Nam Seohee 'demon spawn' felt wrong now. Bodies hijacked by demons, mimicking human actions without context. Shells with only human forms left—phantoms, really? Random thought while spearing pork rind with chopsticks.
"Humans are just like you—empty shells."
Another swig of beer, and I flicked on the TV. My eyes widened at the broadcast. Shows run by shells were grotesque. I was watching a horrific variety program.
A former volleyball player comedian and ex-boxer entertainer were beating each other senseless, faces cycling blankly or Joker smiles. Thud. Thud. Thud. No laughter, just punches, blood spraying, and surrounding cast grinning with Joker smiles. No clue what was funny.
"Crazy demon shits."
Channel surfed, spotted a familiar face: Chef Kwak, the star chef I'd once owed a favor. Fellow ex-Michelin two-star chef; we knew each other from the food world. Cooking show—he was chopping veggies. Swung the knife, sliced his finger. Froze in mock surprise, staring at the camera. Ignored the board, kept chopping camera-ward. Crunch. Crunch. Chop. His finger on the board got severed, blood everywhere, face still frozen in surprise.
"Aigoo, fuck..."
Ruined my buzz; had to change channels fast. Reminder: shells are demons. Calmed my pounding heart, cracked open a soju bottle with a crick.
My favorite show: Dolsing Dolsing, divorced singles finding new matches. Three couples formed last week; curious how it'd go. Mostly pre-recorded, but this was raw live—huge draw. Felt like watching Animal Planet. Cast fucking in a group orgy, unfiltered on air. Instincts overriding, forms remembered but context lost—pure animal. Eating, shitting, fucking: instincts. More real, maybe? The slow courtship charm was the hook, but they wanted raw compatibility. Kids, jobs, age? Irrelevant. Sex compatibility rules marriage. Obvious, really. Divorced folks knew it best. But I wasn't here for the deets—especially not on those average bodies. Channel flip.
Drama now: bizarre, spewing nonsense. Acting decent, but laughs were always Joker smiles. Sad? Pouted lower lip. Angry? Inverted brows, gaping mouth. Immersion killer. Made it a facial acting showcase... Shells couldn't act—born limited. Clocked it: four expressions only. Joy, surprise, sadness, rage. Snapped pics of shell actors' faces from the drama. Had to mimic to blend in. Sucks—I couldn't finish my fave drama now. Kinda sad.
Flipped: Olympic stadium.
"Oh right! Showcase."
Sunday night nine PM. Pink Banny's fave idol group's new album drop today. Showcase plus live performance.