Chapter 43 - Villain Maker

"I won't hit you too hard from now on, Ivan. That was a bit much."

The sun is dipping low as evening falls. Song Eun-hye and I walk hand in hand, fingers intertwined so tightly it hurts, heading to some hospital.

"Ah, while we're here, maybe I should get a cancer prevention shot... It's been three years already. Better safe than sorry."

"Y-yes... Ah, no, my, my balls..."

"Hey, not out here. Save that for me only."

She chatters away, showering me with endless affection, but I can't focus on her words. A status window floating right in front of my eyes is grating on my nerves.

An update? Can the status window even change its interface? It said it tailors to the user, but...

Tailored to me?

What's the difference between the me now and the me from before that it's updating itself to fit me like this?

And that drags up another question. Why do I have this cheat ability that devours most unique abilities whole?

Beats me.

At least the first one will be clear soon enough, once the updated status window shows what it's got in store for me.

"We're here. Let's go in and get checked."

"Uh, th-that..."

"Why the long face? Got another sore spot?"

Let ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠me say this upfront: my past life self was a brave man. Born in the dead of winter, baptized in ice-cold water, my body was forged from birth to endure hardship and pain.

So if I'm scared of this hospital—especially the needles—it's not Mikhail. It's Ivan.

"Gonna... get a shot today...?"

"Ah, the shot. That's why you're dragging your feet?"

"No, it hurts. And it takes forever. So can't we just get a prescription and fill it at the pharmacy...? Shots cut into our fuck time big time."

Logically, yeah—a prescription and pills from the pharmacy beats getting thick, thin, painful needles jammed into your gut for necrosis blood regen meds.

And! Plus side, more time for sex. Yep!

"Hmm, is that so?"

"Yes! Totally. So skip this place. Let's go somewhere else."

I tug at the hem of her clothes, pleading with big puppy eyes. My killer move, cooked up on the walk here. No woman could resist!

"Fine, then..."

"Eek!"

"Gotta get my shot first before the pharmacy."

"Huh?"

Her face looks ominous... Why's she staring at my crotch like that?

"Yeah, right there looks good. No CCTV these days with all the human rights bullshit..."

"W-wait! Why the alley...? Weren't we going straight to the pharmacy?"

"I need my shot too. Been having awful stomach pains lately."

Stomach pains? This steel-munching bitch?

"A shot? But why the alley...?"

"Got one ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠right here. Disposable syringe."

She gropes my groin with a lecherous grin. My cock swells instantly.

"Aaah!"

"Ten-month birth control shot♥ Doc, my tummy hurts so bad—give me that shot quick~"

Her face twists into pure lewdness, tongue flicking out like the world's sluttiest whore.

"Let's go."

She drags me into the alley, helpless as a ragdoll. I glance around, terrified someone might see.

And then.

What the fuck?

Corruption Level? Corrupt Song Eun-hye? And this insane reward... what the hell?

"What're you doing? Hurry up."

Dazed in confusion, she pulls me into the alley.

***

"Here, sit. Perfect fit."

This alley near the hospital looks way too sketchy for comfort. Shattered bottles roll everywhere, graffiti everywhere, even splattered bloodstains. Security's a joke.

"Hurry up. Sit, I said."

"Huh? Uh... th-that..."

Forcing me onto a filthy cardboard box? What if it collapses under us?

"Ugh, it's creaking... What if it breaks?"

"That's not the point right now, is it?"

Song Eun-hye beams and climbs on top. My ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠skinny thighs force us close.

"Haa, so cute. Way too fucking cute. That scared face—how am I supposed to hold back?"

She smothers me in sloppy, tongue-lashing kisses, invading my throat like she owns it.

In the midst of it, the status window pops up in my peripheral vision, cluing me in on one thing: how to raise this Corruption Level.

Doing naughty shit with me bumps it up?

Just a kiss nets +3. A deep, filthy one, sure, but...

Isn't "corruption" supposed to mean something more... refined?

Who knows.

"Pahaa... Well then, time for the real vaccine... Hng, can't wait..."

She strips her lower half naked in seconds, no hesitation despite being outdoors.

She eyes my bulging pants, licks her lips, and yanks them down.

"Going in."

Schlurp— Sliding my massive cock into her dripping pussy is easier than snapping a baby's arm. She hilts it root-deep without pause.

"Haaang!"

Status window reacts instantly. That's 58 now...

And come to think of it, this naughty bitch said no more today, but here she is again? Horny slut...

Whether she reads my mind or not, she hugs me tight. Her tits squash flat against me.

"Hng, gonna move! Gonna fuck this cock to pieces, hng♥ Hnngh!"

Schlurp, schlurp, schlurp— Her shameless hips keep pistoning.

Every thrust updates the messages. Just basic in-and-out, and it climbs.

Ugh... At this rate, 100's coming fast. Feels kinda weird, but... haa...

Schlurp, schlurp— Pussy juice splatters the ground and walls. My outfit—my choice for going out—gets soaked.

"Haang, haaah! Best ever. Fucking... haaaa♥"

She doesn't stop, snapping her hips back and forth, devouring my cock with her cunt.

"Hng..."

"Aaaah..."

A faint sizzle from Song Eun-hye's wrist, like a fly landing softly. She doesn't notice, lost in orgasm afterglow, hips twitching on instinct.

Curious as hell, I slip out from her arm to check.

This is!

A red spade tattoo with an 's' inside, complete with devil tail. What the fuck? I just blink stupidly.

"Mmm, one more time."

Song Eun-hye doesn't care, grinding her hips again.

Aaah! I corrupted her, so why am I the one suffering?!

I scream silently.