Living for Myself (3)
Anyway, calling me a gigolo is a ridiculous false accusation. Sure, I've stuck my dick in a few women... but I never gave those bitches my heart, so labeling me a gigolo is baseless slander.
But did she really sniff out the pussy stench on my body or something? How the hell did she know I'd been with other women...? A-rank adventurers must have killer noses. Guess I should buy some perfume later to mask the smell.
"Hey. Stop dicking around in front of me and get lost."
"Hehe... you're too harsh..."
She snapped sharply, but if I just slunk away looking dejected, it'd be over. No, I had to push forward boldly. Grinning slyly, I sidled a bit closer to the silver-haired red-eyes, then leaned in fawningly like a total sycophant, rubbing my palms together as I continued.
"No way, noona... when did I ever sell my body like a slut?! Besides, I'm still a virgin!"
"Virgin my ass. You reek of pussy from head to toe. And you go flashing your junk to random women?"
"That's 'cause you ignored me and walked off! And it's not pussy juice smell!"
I shouted indignantly, and the silver-haired red-eyes furrowed her brow fiercely. Did I piss her off...? If she smashed me with that fist, I'd be pulp... I cautiously stepped back.
"You... haa... whatever. Here's some money, just fuck off."
The silver-haired red-eyes pulled a few shiny silver coins from her pocket and slapped them into my palm. She clearly thought I was some gigolo chasing cash.
I'm not after your money, idiot—I'm glued to you for your stats and skills! I wanted to yell, but she'd just think I was crazy, so I swallowed the urge.
Honestly, thinking about it, I'm different from your average gigolo. I'm selling my body purely to get stronger—for training, out of necessity. The others? Pure lust. In that sense, my body's still pure. Damn right it is.
"I'm not here for your money, noona!"
With that in mind, I met her eyes with the purest gaze I could muster and declared boldly. Can you really brush me off after seeing these puppy-dog eyes? Heh... a devilish smirk bloomed in my gut.
"So you're saying you whore yourself out for free? A male prostitute with no price tag?"
"Why do you keep assuming I'm selling my body?!"
"'Cause."
She silently pulled a pack of smokes from her coat pocket. She plucked out a pristine white cigarette, clamped it between her front teeth, and tapped the end with her finger.
Fwoosh—
Flames sparked at the tip. They quickly settled into an ember, the tobacco glowing an eerie blue. Magic instead of a lighter, huh?
"Fuu... You look like a slut."
"Huh?"
"That getup screams it... Hey, what kinda guy wears that short?"
She exhaled a plume of blue smoke. It was just a tank top and shorts. This looks slutty? What's the standard for "proper" clothes in this world?
"And your face is total whore material."
"Wh-whore face?!"
Whoa, listen to this bitch go.
"I'm no expert in physiognomy, but it's obvious. How do I put it... a face that begs for sex?"
"Oh, come on..."
This woman's impossible to reason with. Where do I even start?
Oh, right—maybe showing her my adventurer's card will change things?
"Here! Does this look like a gigolo?!"
I whipped out my shiny adventurer's card from my pocket and flashed it proudly. Our silver-haired noona blinked in confusion and yelped.
"...Side gig?"
"No! I'm a legit adventurer! You think I'd sell my body easy?"
"Nah, it's weird... you still stink like pussy."
"That's from banging my girlfriend earlier..."
"R-really?"
Her tone dripped disbelief—fair enough, I'd doubt me too. Before she could probe more, I added,
"And I approached you not for some cheap hooker bullshit, but for adventurer work!"
"Adventurer work? So you wanna join a party?"
"Yeah, exactly, noona..."
Perfect. Things were finally clicking. I lowered my voice to a conspiratorial whisper.
"Hah! Alright, that changes things. Good timing—you're looking to level up easy for marriage, right?"
"Huh?"
What the hell kinda nonsense is that?
"Don't play dumb. Higher adventurer rank means easier marriage. Lotsa guys hire mercs to grind ranks for that. Desperate to tie the knot, huh?"
"Haha... yeah, sure..."
"Wait. How'd you know I'm a merc?"
"Uh, well..."
Shit... what do I say? Truth is, I picked her at random based on her card and face. Words failed me.
'Truth? I wanna ram my dick in your pussy~' Yeah, no way.
"Uh... it's a long process..."
"Whatever. I respect client privacy."
"Hehe... really?"
Whew, things were sorting themselves out.
"So, noona..."
"Don't call me noona."
Han Seyoung. That was her name.
"Wait, you're Korean too?!"
"Whoa, what?! You're isekai'd from another world too?"
No way I'd run into a compatriot here. But mixed race? Korean name, but she looks foreign. Kinda vampiric, even.
"What batch you from?"
"Huh? Oh... they said 29th for me."
"29th? Already that far? I'm 5th gen."
5th gen—major senior. Explains the A-rank.
"Your name?"
"Uh, Baek... Siwoo. Baek Siwoo."
No need to give my real name to a girl I'd pump quests from and ditch. Thanks for the alias, Ellis—time to put it to good use.
"Baek Siwoo? Sounds like a gigolo name."
"Does it?"
"Yeah, gives off 'I'll cheat on my wife with side chicks' vibes. No offense—'Siwoo' gets used as a fake name by gigolos a lot."
Says all that then 'no offense'? What a cunt.
"Tomorrow, meet me in front of the Adventurer's Guild. We'll haggle pay then."
"Cool. Get home safe."
Score—one down. Now for the next bitch. Gotta pick an easier one this time. Bantering with her drained my soul...
After waving off Han Seyoung, I cautiously scanned for another woman. Lowering my standards: C-rank or higher, anyone decent-looking. No uggos.
"Ugh, fucking annoying...!"
Jackpot—a suitable lady adventurer passing by. Quick glance at her card: C-rank or above... pissed off for some reason. Not my business. Face is okay, body sleek from adventuring but face a tad plain. Back home, guys would've lined up. But after all these beauties, she looks meh. Still, blessed enough to ride my dick tonight.
I strutted over confidently.
"Hey!"
"Goddammit, what the hell do you want?!"
She barked irritably. Hope my skill isn't fizzling on her too?
"Busy, so fuck o—"
"Hey, noona."
Nailed it. My skills are godly.
"Let's fuck."
I tossed the bait bluntly—no foreplay needed. She bit hard, like it was obvious.
***
*Slurp... slurp...*
Familiar alleyway—didn't expect to munch pussy here again. She dragged me to this dead-end spot, which threw me off a bit.
*Schlurp... pwah...*
I pause sucking her folds and glance up. Freckles stand out on this adventurer. Not ugly, but after all the stunners, she seems painfully average.
"Nngh... can't stand that look...!"
"Hehe... gulp."
"You... lewd little...!"
I'd collected all her pussy juice without swallowing, pooling it to show her before gulping it down. Straight out of porn—never thought I'd do it for real. It drove her wild; she roughly shoved me onto the alley floor.
"No need for birth control, right? It's a safe day anyway!"
"Yesss... creampie me all you want♡"
"Good. If it happens, you deal. I ain't responsible."
Her pregnancy, her problem... Kariel said something similar. Do all women here read from the same rape manual?
"Y-yeah... if it happens, I'll raise it myself... so please, just pound my pussy deep!"
"Filthy bitch in heat...! Fine, since you love this cunt so much, enjoy!"
*Squelch...*
Her lewd-scented pussy engulfs my dick. That hot mucosa writhing—never gets old. Like the folds tickling my shaft? Squirming, gripping gummy-tight, it blanks my mind.
This woman's definitely stronger than me... I can feel it from my dick.
*Squelch-squelch-squelch—!*
"Fucking bastard...! How dare you! Dare cheat on me...!!"
She suddenly pistoned her hips furiously. Muttering curses, she looked kinda pathetic. Boyfriend or hubby cheating? Her grumbles suggested it.
"Hah! Hah... hah...!!!"
Straddling me, she let out weird moans—like an angry cat. Kinda funny. Meanwhile, her pussy clenched harder, milking for cum.
"Give it...! Gimme that cum!!!!!"
"Cumming... cumming nowww...!"
*Spurt-spurt—*
[Stats increased! Strength +2, Magic +1, Agility +1]
[Copying Elysia Ravi's Sword Strike.]
Lucky.