24 - Words That Make Women Horny
“Uh, c-come on in...”
Everyone has those pivotal moments in life. And right now, I'm smack in the middle of one of my personal top five.
“Hmmm...”
An unfamiliar woman is eyeing my body like it's some priceless artwork. The red-haired woman with a black eyepatch over one eye—Lisa—lets out a soft moan as she hands me the massive bouquet she'd brought.
“A gift.”
“Ah, yep!”
The bouquet was hefty and huge, filling the mansion with a subtle floral scent in no time. The place had felt a bit stark and gloomy with all the bare wood, so this was perfect timing.
“You made it, Lisa.”
“Yeah, you bitch.”
Lisa tossed her coat at me—hands full with the bouquet—and hung it on the rack like a coat hanger before striding up to Han Seyoung. Tsssk— Cigarette smoke billowed up, overpowering the flowers.
“The smoking...”
“What? Put it out?”
“...Nah. Come on in first. Let's catch up—it's been a while.”
“Catch up my ass. I only came 'cause you said you'd treat me.”
“Got it.”
Watching her spit out those aggressive barbs without a filter, I worried that even foul-tempered Han Seyoung might snap. But thankfully, she didn't show any anger.
I set the bouquet and coat aside, glanced back, and saw Han Seyoung and Lisa heading into the guest room. I took a moment to steady myself, recalled Seyoung's instructions, and headed to the kitchen.
'Fuck, why the hell did I get dragged into this mess and stuck doing all this complicated shit?'
First, I opened the lid of the white square box. They said your fingers could freeze solid like ice candy and shatter if you weren't careful, so I slipped on the black leather gloves beside it. Inside, at the very bottom, were glass bottles frozen solid. I pulled one out and shoved it into the oven-like device.
Han Seyoung had rambled something about time enchantments or whatever while I was half-delirious from getting fucked senseless, so I only half-remembered how to use it and had no clue what it actually was.
About 30 seconds later, I pulled the bottle out, and orange liquid swirled coldly inside.
'Looks like liquor from the color. Who the hell freezes booze like this? It's not ice cream.'
Liquor was supposed to be stored at room temp, right? This wasn't cheap beer—how do you even freeze something this fancy?
“Honey—how much longer?”
Shit, gotta hurry. I hastily loaded two glasses and the bottle onto a tray and bolted to the guest room.
Knock knock.
“Come in.”
I knocked first, got permission, then carefully entered. I set a glass down in front of Lisa, who was lounging arrogantly on the gray sofa with her feet up on the table, then placed one in front of Han Seyoung. Finally, I set the bottle gently between the glasses.
'Good. That should be everything, right?'
That was all Han Seyoung had taught me... but she'd said even one tiny mistake meant she'd wring me out till I was half-dead, so I racked my brain to follow her instructions to the letter. No idea if I nailed it.
“What do you think? Hard-to-get booze this time.”
“Looks potent. You suck at drinking, but you still chug stuff like this?”
Success. I stood there holding the tray, all demure like she'd told me.
'Fuckin' hell, what even counts as demure?'
She always picked the most bullshit tasks. I grumbled internally.
“Ah, honey, sit here.”
Seyoung patted the spot beside her, and only then could I finally sink into the sofa. The plush cushions enveloped my ass completely.
“Never thought you'd marry a guy like this, Han Seyoung.”
“Thanks, Lisa.”
What the fuck... Is this really the Han Seyoung I know? She'd have decked anyone for less back in the day...
Lisa kept tossing out grating jabs like she was spoiling for a fight, but Han Seyoung just smiled without a hint of agitation.
“Hmmm... looks tasty...”
“...”
She was definitely muttering that while staring at me, right? Fuck. Seyoung seemed to hear it too, but her lips just twitched—no big reaction.
“Ah! I mean, uh... y-yeah, the booze! I meant the booze looks tasty!”
“Huh?”
“Agh... no! Whew...”
Lisa realized her slip too late and scrambled to cover. Falling for such a moronic ploy—and admitting it outright—she must be a bit dim somewhere.
Pop! Han Seyoung flicked the cork off with her finger. A harsh alcohol stench wafted out.
'Smells strong enough to get you drunk just sniffing it.'
“Cheers.”
Han Seyoung and Lisa filled their glasses to the brim with the vicious-looking stuff, clinked them hard, and downed them in one go. Their throats bobbed like vacuums sucking up the liquid.
“Phaaa... hnn... packs a punch. Head's buzzing just right...”
“Mmm... haa...”
Doesn't your head hurt? Forget the potency—chugging something that frozen straight? But neither showed a sign of pain. Guess they're not exactly human.
Clink, clink.
No talk for a bit. They just refilled and chugged in silence. As the awkward quiet stretched, Lisa broke it.
“So, how'd you meet your husband?”
“Just bumped into him on the street and fell hard at first sight. He fell for me too.”
Something's off with that phrasing.
“Not very romantic.”
Maybe the booze—they were chatting like old pals. Seyoung had said they'd nearly killed each other... but no murderous vibe in their drunken banter.
“Yeah, not romantic. But so what? I love him. Right?”
“Honey...”
“...Heh heh, yeah. As long as you love him.”
Her lecherous grin screamed I'm gonna fuck him. As Seyoung's eyes started glazing over, Lisa topped off her glass.
“One last round.”
“No, the guest should have the last one...”
“Nah! Time to spill our guts—can't do that sober, right?”
“True enough. I'll drink.”
Who knew she could pull off such an innocent face. During sex with me, she looked like a damn monster.
Han Seyoung grabbed the glass and chugged.
“Naaahh...”
Thud! She faceplanted onto the table and passed out. Crack— A spiderweb of fissures spidered across the glass.
“Honey, don't sleep here—go to the bedroom...”
No memory of marrying this bitch, but orders are orders. I gently shook Han Seyoung's body.
“Hmph. Never figured that brute would marry a kid like you.”
“Eep?”
Lisa sidled up silently and caressed my small thigh. Her touch reeked of dark intent to satisfy her lust.
“D-don't...”
“Oh? What's this?”
Stroke. I swatted away her creepy hand, but another slipped between my legs. The sudden intrusion made my lower half stiffen involuntarily.
“S-stop!! Touch me more and I'll tell my wife!”
Whoa, didn't know I had that in me. This husband role-play's kinda fun.
“For someone who hates it, your dick's standing right up, huh?”
“Honey, wake up! This woma—mmph?!”
She clapped a hand over my mouth mid-yell, playing all chummy with the polite talk, then shoved me to the floor. She yanked up my already short T-shirt.
“N-no, guh?!”
“See? You like it too. Don't you?”
Her hand on my pale skin sent electric jolts racing through me. I'd planned to play along like Seyoung said, but this was no act...
Swipe, stroke.
[Job Trait: Male Knight's "Words That Make Women Horny" activates automatically.]
Job trait? Didn't expect this to kick in now...!
“Hee hee, Han Seyoung must suck in bed compared to her merc skills—falling this easy.”
“Ugh... hnn, h-honeyyy...”
“No use whining like that. She passes out cold when she drinks.”
Job trait? My mouth spat lines like a real "faithful husband getting raped."
This must be what "horny words" means.
“Now now, forget your wife—let's have some fun together♡”
“Nooo! Stop!!”
Lisa pinned my flailing, tearful resistance effortlessly, stripped off my pants, and flung them away. My exposed monster cock stood rigid, piercing the sky.
“Whoa, it's huge. What'd you feed it to get this big?”
“You're not worthy to use it...!”
“Worthy... pfft, did Han Seyoung teach you that too?”
'Fuck, I've been blurting weird shit without thinking. What do I look like, some pussy-ass bitch?'
“Come on, show that wrecked face to your beloved wife too.”
“Eep...”
She forced me up and dragged me in front of the soundly sleeping Han Seyoung. Then slowly... she started stroking my cock up and down...
“N-no... honey! Honeyyy! P-please wake up...!”
“Shh, she's sleeping.”
My mouth kept spewing ridiculous lines on its own. Who the fuck calls her honey? I wouldn't marry her ass either.
Swipe, stroke, caaaress.
“U-ugh... I-I won't cum... no matter what...!”
“Looks premature to me—just blow your load and relax.”
I'm losing it. Why the fuck does this bullshit keep pouring out? And separately—if I cum like this, I'll splatter Han Seyoung's face with jizz.
-Baek Sejun, you wanna die? Dare soil my face?
-HEEEEEK!!!
...No way I want that nightmare. I clenched down hard on the rising urge.
“Nngh...”
“What, you gonna hold out?”
“W-when my honey wakes up, you're done for...! If I endure till then, I w—”
Splurt. Still manageable. Compared to Han Seyoung's pussy, this handjob's nothing—that's when my body betrayed me and unleashed the load.
“Aaaah...”
Han Seyoung wakes up, and I'm fucked.