Chapter 4 - About How I, a Former Mafia Boss, Got Forced to Eat Pussy by a Mere Convenience Store Clerk
"Ehehehe, a boy... a boy..."
I never thought I'd feel like prey before a starving beast again. And from someone who's not even a superhuman—from a weak-looking bitch like this!
"Get lost! I said get the fuck out!"
I swung my short legs and arms wildly, trying to threaten the Korean woman drooling at the sight of me. It had a slight effect—she paused her advance, stepping back a bit to watch me struggle.
"Hahat, your struggles are so damn cute. But don't bother resisting... it's pointless. What can that tiny, adorable body of yours even do? It's just a waste of time! So come here already!"
The woman easily snatched my flailing ankle and shloop, yanked me right in front of her. I clawed at the floor, desperately resisting, but her strength overwhelmed my puny arms without effort. Like a cow dragged to the slaughterhouse, I ended up exactly where she wanted me.
"Urgh!"
My body slid forward, and suddenly her pussy was right in my face. I whipped my gaze away, trying to avoid that greedy slit, but she grabbed my hair and locked my head in place.
-Drip, drip. Red-tinged fluids splattered onto the filthy floor. As if foretelling my fate, it gushed fiercely.
"S-stop! Don't do it, you crazy pervert bitch!"
"Ehehe! I told you not to resist—it's all your own fault, isn't it? Hah, your face is so fucking hot. Let me have a taste."
Lick. The woman slowly dragged her slimy, scorching tongue—coated in thick saliva—long and deep across my face. Lewdly, like I was her delicious meal, like this little boy was her personal whore. I froze in horror at how she savored my body.
Damn it! Why the fuck is this woman so strong? I can't shake her hands off! Do all modern women train in MMA or some shit?
Or am I just that weak?
No way... Men have strength comparable to adult women by sixth grade. Even in this small boy's body, failing to shake her off properly is bullshit.
"Whoa... is this a dream? For real...? A cute, slutty European boy eating my pussy..."
Clearly in ecstasy, her cheeks flushed red as she gripped the back of my head and yank, pulled me in. In my fragile boy's body, I couldn't mount any real resistance to the bitch, and my head slowly inched forward.
And finally... my lips met her pussy.
"Mmph!"
A torrent of pussy juice flooded my nose and mouth, surging into my throat and sinuses by force. They say a woman's fluids taste like strawberries? Bullshit. It's sour like lemon. And I'm the one chugging it right now, so trust me.
Fuck, this shitty feeling again...!
The endless rush into my nostrils and esophagus—I'd been through this before. Back in that factory. I never imagined reliving that hell.
You fucking bitch! Just for one goddamn cigarette, suffering this disgusting shit again? My body shuddered in rage.
"Mmmph!"
"Haaaaah... oh fuck, it's real... feels so fucking good...! A European shota drinking my, my pussy juice...! I'm losing my mind. Hnngh!"
What? Shota...? The hell is that? No clue what it means, but it sounds like a shitty word.
Ignoring that, the woman who had my hair in a vise grip shook my head back and forth violently. Fluids splashed everywhere each time my lips slammed against her pussy.
"Mmph, mmh! Mmmph!"
"Drink it! Keep drinking! Until your face is soaked in my pussy juice!"
Her arousal ramped up with every passing second. She gripped my head tight and pistoned it back. Forward. Back. Forward. Ravaging my lips like a savage.
Bit by bit, her juices poured endlessly into my mouth. Unwanted, my stomach filled with her pussy fluids.
Fuck! Even in my past life, I'd never eaten pussy—sight alone made me sick. And now my new life's sex debut is this bullshit.
"Hah... gotta save a pic for the memories..."
"Mmph, mmmph! Hnnngh!!"
"Stay still! Who the fuck do you think you are, you worthless little brat, trying to fight back? I'll use you as my personal fucktoy for life, got it?"
Don't, you psycho bitch! Who said you could take photos?!
I flailed my pinned arms to block her hand reaching for her phone. But even with one hand holding both my wrists, she overpowered me effortlessly.
-Click! The photo was snapped in an instant. My cheeks bulging with her pussy juice, forever captured on her phone.
Goddamn it...! Me, suffering this humiliation here!
I'm the boss of that brutal mafia! Not some pussy-licking slave to a weak-looking bitch like this!
Shame crashed over me like waves. All for one cigarette...
"Hoo, hoo...! Cumming. Drink it all!"
"Glrk? Mmmph!"
Wait—women cum too? How the—?
My question answered seconds later.
"Gllrk!"
Her body convulsed wildly, hips snapping back as a creepy flood of pussy juice poured straight into my mouth.
"Kahk!"
So much it was like a dam on the brink of bursting from a downpour. I had to spit it out to breathe!
But this bitch wouldn't allow it.
"Drink! All of it! Worthless dicklet boys like you live on my pussy juice!"
"Mmmph!"
"Won't let go till you swallow every drop. Got it? So be good and gulp it down!"
Goddamn it. Me, obediently doing this humiliating shit!
But disobey, and she'd just force it back in... No choice. I swallowed, gulp, gulp, the sour fluid down my throat. Like a kid choking down bitter medicine, I grimaced the whole time.
"Hoo..."
Once I'd drained it all, she finally released my hair with a satisfied sigh. Too tight a grip? Strands of my soft, fragile hair floated loose.
"Hah, wanna keep going with that dick... but that feral glare says you'd call the cops. I'll hold back for now."
I muttered a simple curse at her condescending tone.
"...Fucking cunt."
"Hehe, you needed smokes, right? Take as many as you want. I'll pay."
Damn. At least she's buying the cigs... Not that I'd tell anyone about getting my mouth raped by a woman—that's too embarrassing.
Anyway, it's over. Grab what I can.
I rose from the grimy storeroom floor, pushed open the door, and stumbled out.
The fresh air felt divine after minutes without breath, nose and lips sealed by force.
Staggering outside, I spotted something intriguing.
"Hoo. Wait, what's that?"
I approached her casually enough—for a guy whose mouth she'd just raped. No grudges is my philosophy. Though I'll pay her back someday.
For now, I know she's stronger, so no fucking around till I'm tougher. Getting my dick raped too might break me.
"What?"
"That magazine."
I pointed to one on the rack. She glanced over.
The cover featured a woman flashing abs. Fashion mag? Nah—ice spike like a steel rod in her hand.
Superhumans as cover models?
Back in my mafia days, they were terror symbols. Not cuddly magazine stars.
Come to think of it, that mag on the table where I woke up had a superhuman model too. Weren't they government-only? Not out in the open like this...
What changed while I was dead?
"Oh, that? It's a Hero magazine. Heroes."
"Heroes...?"
She answered honestly, maybe from the scare. My status window mentioned eliminating two or more heroes too.
Heroes—superhumans playing saviors now?
Whatever. Might as well grab it.
Info on future targets is always good. Better study every mag like this.
I pointed at the Hero magazine.
"Hey. Buy that too."
"What? Sure, no problem, but 'these days' boys aren't into that stuff..."
"Now I am. Hurry up."
My Status Window Forced View worked on mag pics too... This'll be useful.
I grabbed it with my sleaziest grin.
"This is the one."
Long story short, I'd found her. A superhuman—no, a Hero—I could take down with my abilities.
Perfect. She's the one.
Other Heroes seemed tricky after a quick scan, but not her!
With my Baby Face and Sensory Amplification, she's easy prey.
B-rank's a bit scary, though.
Heroes ranked F to S, like superhumans. No clue on B-rank strength exactly, but I'd seen a C-rank slaughter 30 cops effortlessly. This B-rank's dangerous.
But against her specifically, I can kill without a scratch.
I grinned, heading to the kitchen to grab a sharp kitchen knife. Nice whetstone nearby—shing, shing. Wrapped in newspaper, pocketed.
No need for much force on a weakened target.
With that, I stepped out the door. Urgent business at her place.