Chapter 3: Wrong Target
Paat—
With the now-familiar sound effect, the shop window pops up in front of my eyes.
"I'll go with the Unique Ability Gacha Ticket."
No need to look at anything else. Sure, the price doubles after purchase, but I can still buy two, right? Having one means is worlds apart from having several in terms of reliability. In other words, grabbing two more abilities gives me a few more options for how to use them. That's my call.
Plus, guns or knives would be a problem if I get searched.
Buying other weapons isn't a bad idea, but in this peaceful world, carrying them draws eyes. I don't have a 'family' to justify arming me yet. So, unique abilities that won't get me flagged in a search are the way to go.
For those reasons, I don't hesitate and tap the Unique Ability Gacha Ticket purchase button twice in a row.
-Charrurrurrur!
The roulette spins the instant I buy the tickets. I used to think that dumb theatrical noise was grating when I first heard it, but now? Not so bad.
-Charrurrur, ding!
The roulette slows, then stops. I check the results, hopeful for my new unique ability.
Baby Face: Arm yourself with an adorable face to prevent preemptive attacks from enemies. (Effective only on humans.)
"Goddamn it..."
Damn, I drew a dud. Baby Face might be decent purely for defense, but what I need most right now is offensive power. With this small, squishy body, I couldn't kill a dog, let alone the superhumans who chew through steel. No matter how strong my preemptive strike, you think those bastards will just roll over and die if they block or deflect it? Hell no.
It's fine. I still have one more ticket.
-Charrurrur!
I steady my pounding heart. Whew, chalk it up to shaking off bad luck for now. The next one will be better. Staring at the spinning roulette, I pray desperately for an ability that can actually harm people.
'Please, please! Give me something good!'
This is my last shot! If I lose this gamble, I'm done for—no turning back.
-Charrurrur, ding!
Sensory Amplification: Forcefully amplify one of the five senses of all living beings in range by anywhere from dozens to thousands of times.
"Shit!"
Another dud! How the hell does a common offensive ability not show up?! Sure, Sensory Amplification is great in its own way—I can already think of a few uses. If I had my tough past-life body, that is! With this useless one, I can't even put this amazing ability to work! What kind of bullshit is this?!
"Argh!"
Frustration boils over, and I scratch my head like crazy in a fit of rage. Failing the gamble has me losing my mind.
Whew... Fine, time for a smoke... Oh, right, not with this body.
The stress hits hard. I pat my pockets for relief and realize my usual cigars aren't there.
Damn. Need a smoke... Guess I should head out.
Don't know where I am, but there must be a place selling smokes. Grab a pack from somewhere.
Pocket change—don't know the currency, but there's paper that looks like money.
Probably stuffed in by whoever made this body. Fine, it'll go to good use for smokes.
I let out a deep sigh and head outside.
-Ding!
The convenience store bell chimes, announcing a customer. Part-timer Kwon Chaerin jerks her face up from the counter to greet them.
"Welcome..."
College student Kwon Chaerin, working the night shift at this store out of family hardship, mumbles listlessly and rises from her chair. She could've slept off the fatigue, but this prime-location spot sees hundreds of customers a day—her exhaustion never lets up.
"Cigarettes. Strong ones, anything."
"Yaaawn... Huh, mmph?!"
She spots the voice's owner and gasps like she's seen a ghost. Her sleep-hardened eyes snap wide at this adorable face.
Kwon Chaerin. She scans the boy up and down slowly. Petite like an elementary or middle schooler, soft golden blond hair, huge blue eyes that suck you in, cheeks still chubby with baby fat. For a second, she thinks a talking doll is standing there.
Whoa... Foreign kid? Looks ripped straight from a manga.
Staring at the unreal face, saliva drips unconsciously from her mouth as she gawks. Abnormally cute and handsome—the boy's face is a work of art.
What would sex with a kid like that feel like...?
Of course, dirty thoughts creep in. But hey, fantasies are free as long as you don't say them out loud, right? She shamelessly wets her pussy in secret.
"Hey."
"Y-, yes?"
"Cigarettes. Gimme smokes."
"Cigarettes? What bran—wait!"
Cigarettes?! From this tiny boy? Even 23-year-old army vet Kwon Chaerin has never touched one! She bites back the casual speech, but this? Unacceptable! A kid with no blood dried on his head doing this?
She clenches her fist for courage.
"ID."
"...What?"
"ID, hand it over. No ID, no smokes."
Perfect—semi-polite. She nods smugly.
The boy just clicks his tongue at her idiotic stubbornness.
"ID? Left it at home. Just sell 'em."
"Sorry, can't do that."
"Just sell 'em? I got money."
"No matter how much, no ID, no sale."
"Eeeek..."
The boy trembles cutely, letting out a weird frustrated noise at her iron-wall refusal. Chaerin zones out, mesmerized.
Hehe...
Truth is, her stonewalling isn't about duty. His angry face is just too cute. For some reason, the fuming European kid makes her pussy drip even more.
"Well, if that's it..."
"Wait, so what do I gotta do for smokes?"
"Huh? Like I said, no ID..."
"Like that? Then... I'll..."
The boy glances around. Even a busy store rarely gets customers this late. Should be fine. He nods, grabs Chaerin's wrist.
"Let you do something naughty?"
"...Huh?"
Without a word, he vaults the counter. Grabs the flabby part-timer's wrist.
"Ten minutes—I touch your pussy, you sell me smokes?"
He throws the seductive, blatant offer at her.
Women are beasts driven mad by lust, by nature.
Ah, not misogyny or anything. I loved my mom and little sister. Just stating the stark facts of our world.
Women have outsized libidos compared to men—ecologically lopsided. All that powerlessness too. What fools.
So this woman in front of me can't resist my body as bait.
Not sure if this body turns her on, though.
Only perverts get horny for something this small and squishy. This dutiful clerk doesn't seem the type, but...
Nothing lost in trying to make her kneel, right?
More than anything, I need a smoke right now. Gotta vent this gambling stress or I'll snap. Mental health is part of conditioning. Gotta kill superhumans with these trash abilities ahead, so tune up now.
A bit slutty, sure.
Whatever—it's not even my real body. And this small frame's still adult. I can exercise sexual autonomy, yeah?
"W-wait... You serious...?"
"You think I'm joking?"
"N-no, not that. Hehe..."
Come to think, she speaks Russian well. Looks East Asian, though. Korean?
"Then! J-just the storeroom, come, ple—come on...?"
It works?! Thought she'd call me crazy and refuse. Not scared of child protection laws?
Of course, if cops come, I'd insist I'm adult. Anyway, pleasuring women? Did it plenty in my past life—no need to play virgin. I'll take the lead. How many women have I finished with my hands? No way this virgin holds out.
"Storeroom? Why bother? Right here."
"B-but... Customers might..."
"Tch."
Ha, such a pain. This bitch... First time seeing a virgin act this coy. Women need maturity. Obedient, listen to men—
-Click!
"S-store's closed, so this way... Hehe."
"Fine, fine. Not running, take it slow. But you give smokes nice and easy?"
"Y-yes!"
Following her into the storeroom, she strips frantically.
Oh, not bad...
Takes care of herself? Toned body, decent-sized tits... Heard East Asian women outrank Russian ones in popularity—seeing her, I get it.
I cross my arms, watch her yank off even her panties. Once fully naked, I step close, hand to her red slit.
Thrust fast, finish her in three seconds. I grin.
"Hands behind, legs spread like that."
"What?"
"Gotta, to make you cum..."
-Kwachaaak!
She ignores my order. Eyes roll back like a three-day-starved dog spotting meat, grabs my hair, slams me down.
"Ow!"
"What era you from...? Suck it."
"Wh-what...?"
"Suck. My pussy."
...I think I fucked up.