Chapter 30 - Osgaki (3)
"You... from the subway earlier."
Thud. Song Eun-hye slipped a bookmark between the pages of the paper book she'd been reading and snapped it shut with a resounding crack. The fact that she read physical books—and patronized this cafe—made her tastes seem decidedly old-fashioned.
"Yes, that's right. You're the one who saved me from that woman on the subway. Took some digging, but I finally tracked you down..."
"I distinctly remember telling you to get off at the next stop and go to the police."
Of course he hadn't gone to the police. That woman was a Unique Ability user anyway; they wouldn't catch her easily. Besides, he needed to break Song Eun-hye as quickly as possible.
"I'm not great at following directions."
"..."
"Look, you helped me out back there, right? I want to repay the favor... so, maybe...?"
He put extra emphasis on the word repay. The Status Window said she had no emotions, but she was still a woman—surely she had sexual urges. She was probably already fantasizing about all sorts of naughty things with his small body.
"Not here—somewhere else would be better. Mind if we switch spots?"
He was direct; beating around the bush wasn't his style. A real man charged in and took what he wanted.
"No."
"Alright, then near—... Huh? Wait..."
"No need to repay me. You can go now."
She shut him down just like that? Wasn't it common sense that any woman with a womb would fall for a man's advances? He'd had plenty of success with pickup lines before—this was baffling. He'd figured he'd lure her straight to a motel, but no dice. It felt like a solid punch to the gut.
Then... Plan B it is.
His original backup plan. She'd mentioned having a younger brother, right? Use that to close the distance, drag her to a motel, and fuck her senseless.
"Come on, don't be like that. Let's go play somewhere else, noona? Oh, if you're thinking I'm some cult weirdo or something... I'm not a creep, I swear!"
"...!"
There it was—a clear reaction. When he stressed noona, her silver eyebrows twitched visibly. If he rolled this snowball gently, it would pick up steam... It'd take longer than a straight charge, but still.
"Where."
"Huh?"
"Where do you want to go."
Jackpot. She'd bitten the hook hard! He kept his beaming smile plastered on as he cheered inwardly.
"Hmm, the amusement park's a bit far from here, so that's out for now. How about catching a fun movie with me?"
"A movie?"
Classic, but movie theaters were prime date spots. He muttered it like some Casanova.
Song Eun-hye paused, listening, then seemed to mull it over. She hadn't been sexually interested in him from the start, so naturally she'd hesitate at a date invite. Remembering Plan B well, he decided to drive the wedge a bit deeper.
"Please? It'd mean a lot if you came with me. I'm the type who can't relax until I've repaid a favor... Can't you?"
"Hmmm..."
"I was so grateful back then. Yeah?"
She'd definitely reacted to noona, but she wasn't budging easily. Tch... Time to push harder?
"If movies are a no-go, how about the arcade? Or just grab a meal...?"
"Arcade."
What the hell? Was she pissed at him? The moment she heard "arcade," she stared at his face like she'd been slapped, then froze her expression back to ice.
"Fine. If you're that grateful, buy me a meal."
"Yes! Got it!"
Success. He'd locked in the promise! He'd been worried about another cold dismissal, but this was a relief. No idea why she'd flipped from "no need" to this—probably the noona thing melting her icy attitude.
"Here, my number. It's too late to eat today—tomorrow or the day after."
"Yes! Got it!"
"Then."
Song Eun-hye picked up her book and headed to the counter. He didn't follow, just watched her back for a moment.
I'll have her under me for sure.
He wasn't overly lustful, but imagining that icy woman pinned beneath him, submitting... it made his cock twitch for some reason.
Time to head back to the hotel.
Today, he could enjoy some fun sex with Park Seyeon.
The Woman of Steel, harder than diamond, the undefeated warrior, the Ice Princess.
All these titles in the hero world pointed to one woman: Song Eun-hye, the self-proclaimed Woman of Steel.
Now, she found herself lost in rare anguish.
Noona...
It had been nearly five years since she'd heard that word—the same span since her little brother died. Spot on.
Song Eun-hye pictured Ivan again. Limbs more slender than expected, baby fat still clinging to his cheeks, golden hair like ground gold dust, blue eyes evoking the sea. And that youthful face—around twelve? Kids these days developed fast; he had to be at least 150 cm.
If Yujin were alive, he'd be just that age.
Painful memories of her brother surfaced unbidden. Seeing that tiny, nameless boy's face thawed a frozen corner of her heart, making it ache.
Everyone around her said she'd discarded useless emotions... but her heart still raced at thoughts of her little brother butchered by villains. Proof her feelings lived on.
Should I not have stepped in?
She couldn't ignore the boy being groped by that woman on the subway, so she'd intervened—only for things to spiral like this. Her meddling left her head and heart in turmoil.
He's just a kid—what could go wrong?
Song Eun-hye recalled her late brother. Obedient, with soft skin. The good boy who'd return one kindness with two. That's why she'd caved to the "repay the favor" line—because Ivan reminded her of him.
Hehe... Yujin said he'd marry me when he grew up.
Reliving old memories, she let her emotions flow more freely than usual. Anyone who knew her would be stunned.
And at that moment—
Ivan Sergeevich Ivanots, whom Song Eun-hye had superimposed her brother onto, was...
"Hngh, hngh..."
Schlurp, schlurp, schluuuurp—
...in the middle of sticky sex with Park Seyeon.
Mwah, mwaaaah—
Their soft, plush lips met.
"Pahaa... You're awfully obedient today? Hehe, just wanna be my personal fucktoy?"
"Hngh...!"
"Got it, got it. I'll let you knock me up♥ If that's what you want so bad."
Schluuuurp, schluuuurp—
Park Seyeon decided to savor Ivan's cock long-term, her pussy gripping it soft and viscous. Like a gourmet, she chewed it up—nom nom—then slowly drew it out and plunged it back in, repeating.
"Hngh, hnghngh!"
Each time, Ivan's hips itched unbearably, a crisis sense hitting him like he might blow his load any second.
Damn, yesterday this rape felt seriously uncomfortable...
Why? After meeting Song Eun-hye, he'd suddenly craved being held by Park Seyeon—this woman.
Addiction effect...?
Figuring she'd conditioned his body to crave periodic fucking, Ivan decided not to dwell. He just focused on the pleasure before him, wriggling his hips.
Yeah, this is technique practice. Gotta train to make Song Eun-hye lose her mind.
Park Seyeon was like teaching material. Or an onahole—yeah, that made it easier.
So he rationalized, even as anyone could see he was the one getting one-sidedly raped. The prideful ex-mafia boss couldn't admit that.
"Hngh, hngh... My personal dildo, haaa... This fucking cock is huge, body like a total shrimp...!"
Schlurp, schlurp, schlurp—
Her addictive pussy juices coated his cock. The toxin absorbed through sensitive membranes took instant effect.
"Huaaah...!"
Ivan's face went rapturous, like he'd shot up heroin, bucking his hips wildly. Could anyone call this man a fearsome mafia boss? Seeing that slutty expression, a hundred out of a hundred would peg him as a boy whored out to women.
"Hngh, first load coming!"
Park Seyeon, reading his climax perfectly, kicked into final sprint. The schlurp schlurp sounds accelerated, and soon enough, thick white semen gushed out as predicted.
"Hiiiik...!"
A scream escaped instead of a moan. Ivan clenched his toes, fighting to keep his body from jerking like a horse shot by a bullet. Instead? His hips—boing—lifted slightly.
He shook his head like a madman, desperate to shake off the pleasure faster.
"Nooo...!"
Too late to say no. Park Seyeon cackled, pulling his cock free.
Pop—
Like a cork from a bottle. Thick white cum oozed from her pussy.
"Look at you dumping so much just 'cause I said I'd get pregnant♥ Loved hearing that, huh?"
"Hngh...!"
"This is a hundred percent gonna knock me up. Pregnant. Haaa... Never thought a shrimp-dick like yours would do it..."
A lie. The moment she'd seen his face, her womb had throbbed. She said it because each thrust brought an inexplicable defeat. Of course, he'd never top her. He'd be fucked forever, never the fucker.
But that defeat would grow, until she became his devoted onahole, gutted and all.
"Haa...!"
Oblivious to her future, Park Seyeon's eyes rolled back in ecstasy.