Chapter 31 - Osgaki (4)
I arrange to meet Song Eun-hye near City Hall. Why here, of all places? Because the area is packed with entertainment spots like movie theaters and karaoke bars, and above all, there are plenty of casual eateries for a quick bite.
If I get her drunk, I can drag her straight to a motel.
I have no idea why there's a cluster of hotels right by the government offices, but for me—a guy who needs to break her not with a head-on fight but with my dick—this is the perfect stage.
I've got about two hours before meeting Song Eun-hye. Might as well scout the area.
First, I'll check out the surroundings. I'm still not fully used to this city called Seoul.
My impression of it so far: Compared to Neo Moscow, it's a smaller area, but with the population crammed in so densely, every change brings an explosive heat rising like steam.
I take a deep breath, soaking in the intense energy with my whole body, then step forward.
The movie theater would be boring right now, so skip it. Let's hit that arcade over there first.
Song Eun-hye had been super sensitive to the word "arcade" back then. I didn't notice at the time, but after mulling it over while sleeping on it, I pieced it together.
There has to be some connection between Song Eun-hye's little sister and arcades.
Whenever she shows a rare reaction, it's always about her sister. Emotions mean a way to target her.
To grasp that clue, I head into the arcade to play some games—maybe get familiar with ones she might know.
Feels like I played these a ton as a kid.
Arcades, once dismissed as relics pushed out by PC and console games, apparently made a comeback with scientific advancements. Of course, that was before I was born, so I don't know the details.
"Welcome."
As I step inside, the place is buzzing with all sorts of people crowded around the machines, playing the latest games. I scan the room, wondering if any of my childhood favorites are still around.
Oh, there it is!
Fighter of Kingdom—a fighting game at least 60 years old, but the exact version I played as a kid is still there.
You sit opposite someone and duke it out... I won dirty a bunch back then and got dragged off by scary delinquents, beaten silly in some alley. All memories now. Man, those were fun times.
One round?
Someone's already in the opposite seat, and I've got spare change in my pocket, so I plop down right away.
I drop a few coins into the machine and hit start.
"Ready... Go!" The perky female character voice kicks off the game.
Tap, tatata-tap! I whip the buttons and joystick, making my character dance nimbly.
My fighter unleashes a flurry of punches and kicks. My combos land perfectly, shredding the opponent's health bar in seconds.
"Total noob, heh heh!"
Can't even time a guard? Total beginner. I laugh out loud, toying with the enemy character.
"Noob, noob, noob, noob. You're trash, heh heh, total loser~ Getting your ass kicked like a chump~"
Like some bratty kid hyped on a game, I mutter the same taunts, stomping my feet excitedly.
Before long, the opponent's character hits the floor. I teabag over it—mocking the defeated foe.
"Noooooob~ You're ass~ Just quit and go play PC games."
Ah, fun. Games are best when you're bullying someone worse than you.
By now, the loser should be pissed, trembling and charging at me... I glance over to see their reaction.
Smack their dumb noob head and bolt. Sweet dreams tonight.
"Huh?"
"Huh."
And there she is—the familiar face of that crazy bitch from the subway who groped me. Her expression flickers red to blue, looking ready to explode.
Then, the moment she sees me, it lights up...
"Fuck!"
I bolt for the door, slamming it open and sprinting out.
Because her enraged face flipped instantly to one of heat.
Police station—gotta get to the station! She's definitely a Unique Ability user; she'll catch me easy. No, activate Ivan 5 first and...
Wait, why's my body floating up like a balloon? Feet aren't touching the ground...
Huh? Huh?!
Shocked by the sudden change, I whip around.
And spot her right behind me, grabbing my waist.
"Got you, you little slut."
She grins slyly, gripping me tight, then activates her Unique Ability and vanishes somewhere.
Sucked away, my vision flickers helplessly as I'm pulled along.
An old building on the city outskirts, its bathroom reeking from poor maintenance—the stench hits from all sides.
The subway groper—no, Jeong Yeonjeong (she told me her name on the way here)—looks around briefly before shoving me into the second stall.
Damn, her ability is a total counter to mine...
Jeong Yeonjeong
Unique Ability: Crying Ghost Bride — Transforms the body into a ghost that ignores physical influences.
Reading Jeong Yeonjeong's ability with Status Window Forced View, I realize I've fucked up big time.
Crying Ghost Bride: Turns her body into a ghost immune to physical damage. The ultimate super-defense— the second I make clones, she just ghosts out.
"Now, let's finish what we couldn't back then... Open your mouth. Time for some mouth dick."
"Mmph!"
Jeong Yeonjeong forces me to my knees, yanks down my pants, and shoves her pussy in my face.
Unlike her creepy looks, her bush is neatly groomed.
As my lips latch on, a thick peach scent floods my nose.
"Hnn..."
Like saliva rushing at new food, her pussy gushes the moment my tongue touches.
"Shove your tongue deeper. Keep those lips working."
"Mmph..."
"Haa... You dick-food slut, but damn, you eat pussy good. Fuckin' non-virgin manwhore..."
I glance up—her eyes are already glazing over. Not even a minute in, and her legs tremble like she's about to burst.
"Hnn, haaaaa..."
"Churp, slurrrp..."
No chance to resist. Like all modern women, her strength crushes a small guy like me effortlessly.
My arms pinned, I'm forced to slurp her pussy.
My little lips smack smack smack away, and soon pussy juice sprays my face and mouth more and more.
"Haa, fuuuck... Feels so good... So this is a man's mouth dick. Hey, I'm cumming—swallow it all. Spill a drop and you're dead."
"Mmmph!"
Gulp gulp glug! Pussy juice blasts into my mouth furiously.
The massive flood chokes me, soaking my entire mouth and seeping into my throat lining.
Her juices rape every corner.
"Guhk!"
But I force down every drop. Defy a psycho who gropes strangers on the subway ignoring stares? No thanks.
"Haaaaah♥"
Her whole body drowned in juice, throat violated—this must be the feeling.
"Fuuu... Enough mouth dick. Let's use the real cock now... Guess you're losing your V-card to dick today."
"N-no, not here..."
Squiiiish—she yanks me upright suddenly.
Shouldn't she lay me down for rape?
"Huh?"
She rips my pants down, grabs my thighs, and hoists me up.
"Kinda heavy... That monster dick weighing you down?"
"N-nooo! Not like this, hate it! Stop!"
Squelchhh—my body drops a bit. Then up again.
My dick slides slowly into her pussy depths.
This position—standing carry fuck? Treating me like a masturbation toy. Gross.
"Nngooh..."
Squelch, squelch, squelch—Jeong Yeonjeong swings her arms like I'm a dildo, pounding my cock in.
Each thrust brings cheap moans like "Nngooh" or "Hrngh!"
"Hnn, cock dick, feels so guuuud♥ Gonna milk all your cum into my pussy..."
"Ugh..."
Squiiiish, squiiiish, squiiiish—my dick spears her womb like butter.
Should hurt by now, but she gapes her mouth wide, thrusting nonstop.
Squelch squelch echoes through the bathroom.
Loud enough that anyone passing by would know we're fucking.
"N-nooo!"
And why? In this humiliating slutty position, getting my dick devoured, my orgasm builds faster than ever.
Body shaking, then—
"Eeeeek!"
Splurt splurt spluuurt! Semen erupts endlessly, flooding her pussy.
An insane amount, way beyond normal, rams deep into her womb.
"Haaaa..."
Ah, it's date day with Song Eun-hye... Shouldn't be donating cum to another woman...
My vision fades to black.