Chapter 48
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 48
Chapter Title: #2 Night at the Inn (Gyeol Ryeong - Hypnotic Strip Show) (1)
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Probably, just saying.
I figured this uncle originally wanted to pin me down and ravage me right up to the end.
After all, he'd been flaunting his lust so openly.
Even after dumping his load inside me several times, his cock was still standing tall and ready.
But he didn't because there had to be some reason he couldn't.
For instance, maybe he had a schedule afterward.
Or perhaps his "grace" came with some kind of restriction.
In any case, the uncle stopped ravaging me, though he looked regretful. I'd already been fucked plenty by then, but it seemed like I wouldn't miss curfew back at the inn tonight.
I roughly wiped the semen off my body and my filthy pussy with some tissues, then let the uncle help me take my measurements.
Taking body measurements had been a while.
...Sure enough, my breasts and hips had gotten even bigger than before.
Not yet, but if they kept growing here, they'd hit three digits in centimeters.
"I'll grab you a few sets to wear for now. You'll change them daily, right? Stick to one set per day if you can. If you run out, just go without. Come back here in three days for more."
That's how he handed over exactly three days' worth—three sets of underwear.
Changing daily was a given, but I wondered why he specified three days.
Regrettably, he didn't explain.
I had no real grounds to press him, so I just said okay.
"And don't wash the underwear you wear each day—bring it here. Underwear soaked in the scent of a slutty bitch like you makes perfect tribute."
"Tribute...?"
"Heh heh, 'That One' even likes the piss-soaked stink of panties from whores like you. Not that you'd get it."
"???"
I still couldn't make sense of it.
But one thing was clear: the uncle's grin as he eyed me was seriously creepy.
Surprisingly, the stuff he picked out was totally normal underwear.
Honestly, I'd been a little worried. Like, what if it was something weird?
But true to form, it was mature, sexy stuff I wouldn't normally wear.
The kind that's see-through up front or shows off your ass from behind.
"Don't like it? Just go commando, no bra. Looked like you were used to it anyway."
As if. No way I was used to that.
A civilized person couldn't stroll through crowded streets bare down there.
So in that light, this underwear was actually a blessing.
Still, having to buy new sets every time I offered them up as tribute? Money was going to be an issue.
Today I could scrape by with the pocket money Dom left me, but it wouldn't last...
I'd have to figure something out.
With that, I slipped into the new underwear and stepped out of the lingerie shop.
I'd originally planned to browse the shopping mall and downtown a bit more after finishing up at the lingerie store.
But it'd eaten up way too much time, so I had to scrap that and adjust.
'Already almost evening. Better head back.'
'Dom said she'd be back by evening, and just in case...'
Something might've happened to her.
If so, maybe I should get back early and wait for Dom, prepare just in case.
Hmm.
Truth be told, though, I wasn't that worried about her.
You'd think a beauty like Dom walking these streets alone would be cause for concern, but for some reason, I almost hoped something did happen to her.
Did I actually dislike Dom? I couldn't recall any bad memories.
She was sweet and polite—no real reason to hate her.
Anyway, setting Dom aside, there were other reasons to head back early.
The innkeeper uncle had told me to.
Before leaving the inn, he'd injected me with a command alongside his "grace."...
So without any detours, I hopped straight on the bus back to the lodging.
Once on the bus, I felt those stares again.
But nothing else happened, so no problem.
Still, I'd worn proper underwear this time—why were people staring? Total mystery.
"I'm back."
Returning to the inn, the uncle—who'd been reading a newspaper on the first floor—greeted me.
Newspaper, huh. Even in this sealed-off place?
Well, they had a department store, so newspapers weren't out of the question.
"You're a bit late."
"Sorry. I tried to hurry back as fast as I could."
The lingerie shop had stolen my time, and after that, I'd swung by a clothing mart for a few necessities.
No long detentions like at the lingerie store, but I still barely missed the 6 p.m. curfew.
Not by much, though.
"...Whatever. Hurry up and take off your shoes, come inside."
I slipped off my shoes at the entrance, stashed them in the cabinet, and entered the manager's room through the little side door.
The uncle was closing the counter window and drawing the curtains.
To keep anyone outside from peeking in, probably.
"You went downtown, right? What'd you do there? Spill every detail."
I told him everything.
About buying lingerie and clothes and odds-and-ends tools at the department store downtown.
And how at the lingerie shop, I'd gotten cornered by some clerk uncle and fucked for ages.
When I mentioned the underwear tribute deal, the owner uncle smacked his lips in regret.
"Was gonna take those myself, but someone beat me to it... Should've known..."
I couldn't quite follow what he meant. It felt like something was blocking me from understanding.
Once I'd finished my story, the uncle told me to strip.
I resisted, of course,
but "I'm the rule in this building. Don't wanna get booted? Do as I say."
With the "grace" shoved right in my face like that, I had no choice.
Just like that, I stripped down to my underwear and stood at attention.
The owner uncle showed more interest in the pile of clothes I'd shed than in me in my undies.
He picked them up one by one, sniffing them deeply. He paid extra attention to the socks I'd been wearing, sniffing them over and over.
"This'll make fine tribute. The socks especially. 'That One's a pervert—loves stuff like this. Hey, any stockings in what you bought? Socks are good, but stockings would be better."
"St... stockings? Never tried them..."
"Never at your age? Fine. Now's your chance. Buy some and wear them from now on. After you're done with your daily business outside, bring your clothes and undies here as offerings. Got it?"
"I... can't..."
The "grace" got shoved in my face.
Once that happened, refusal was impossible.
"B... but then what do I wear...?"
"Buy new ones. Short on cash? I'll hook you up with a decent gig. A body like yours? You could rake it in. Enough to change outfits ten times a day, easy."
And he commanded me to stay basically naked inside the inn.
"Cold? Top's fine. Nothing below. Stay ready to get fucked anytime."
"...Understood..."
"Good. Now go wash up and back to your room. Oh, before you go—strip off the underwear here. Take the used set with you if you want."
And so I put on a strip show right in front of the owner uncle, ending up fully naked as I left the manager's room.
At least the silver lining: no other guests in the inn right now. No one to see me padding naked down the hall...
After washing up in the inn's communal shower, I returned to my room to wait for Dom.
Passed the time with some onigiri I'd picked up on the way.
Even after I finished eating, Dom still hadn't shown.
Had something happened? Should I go look for her?
I was mulling it over when a knock came: knock knock.
Figured it was her returning, so I opened up.
Standing there wasn't Dom—it was the owner uncle.
"Just got a call. Your friend's not coming back tonight."
"...Nothing else?"
"Said not to worry, just wait. That's it."
...What the hell was this girl thinking?
'No, no—I should be worried. ...But seriously, I'm not worried at all. Why do I feel this way about Dom?'
Anyway, it didn't sound like a lie. I figured Dom had her reasons.
"Got it. Thanks for passing it on."
As I went to close the door, the uncle blocked it.
I shot him a look—more business?—but he just flashed a sleazy grin, saying nothing.
What the hell. Creep.
Why come to someone else's room and grin like that?
Couldn't say it based on looks, but this uncle and the lingerie clerk? Both had faces screaming "sex offender."
Their smiles were straight-up chills.
I got what "physiologically impossible" meant now.
"Uncle, what? Done here? Go."
"Thought the 'grace' dose might be tight if I had to fool your friend too, but this works out better. Can enjoy without holding back."
"...? What're you talking about?"
"You washed up nice and clean like I said, right miss? Don't like sloppy seconds. Wanna taste you fresh. ...A bit of sweat's more my flavor, if we're talking prefs."
"......Keep this up, uncle, and you're gonna get it. Spouting all this weird──"
This era didn't have CCTV everywhere. At least not in this inn.
Done holding back, I was about to give him a piece of my mind when—yep—there was the "grace," shoved in my face.
Consciousness faded.
Vision blurred.
Thoughts dulled.
Can't resist the "grace."
No matter if it's some lowlife or even a yokai—I can't defy it...
"Remember what I said? I'm the rule in this building."
"...Yes..."
"And I'm saying I wanna come inside. So what do you do?"
"Let... you inside."
"Good. Let me in."
"Yes... come in..."
And just like that, I let the uncle into the room where I'd been alone, and shut the door.
In this inn, the uncle was the rule—the unbreakable law.
No helping it...
