Pink Head (4)
Erika stopped by her place briefly to change into street clothes before heading out. Even she couldn't keep wandering around in her magical girl outfit forever. That said, with that pink head of hers standing out so much, any fan would still recognize her in a heartbeat.
The supercar kept tailing them like a stalker. Kang-jun stayed unfazed, but Erika was getting restless. She kept muttering excuses under her breath—Why's he acting like this today?—as if trying to justify it.
"What exactly is your relationship with him?"
Kang-jun asked. Erika's face said she'd been expecting this, and she submitted her prepared answer.
"Just a kid I know. He follows me around 'cause he likes me…"
"Oh, really? Earlier you said you were pretty close…"
Apparently that part of the script hadn't been written yet. Her eyes rolled around as her pink head spun into motion. As expected, this particular head wasn't the highest-performing model.
"Uh, well, we, uh… kissed, at least…"
"Ah, kissed?"
"Yeah."
Cock-and-pussy kissing, more like.
He almost said it, but held back. In his third playthrough he wouldn't have held anything back, but damn—Lee Kang-jun's temper had mellowed a lot.
"I hope you don't get the wrong idea. I'm in the middle of ending things with him."
"Doesn't seem like he got the memo."
"You know how some guys drag it out… His dad's the Operations Director at HQ. Used to be A-class in the field."
"Is that so?"
And here I thought he was some branch chief.
Sure, Operations Director at HQ was an elite on the fast track, but not enough power to mess with Kang-jun. In the hero world, people who didn't have to watch S-class Jang Hwa-young's mood could be counted on one hand. There was a reason Kang-jun invested so carefully in her.
"So I can't just shove him away too roughly… You get it, right?"
"Ah, of course."
"That's just how social life works."
A convenient excuse. Social life.
Kang-jun glanced at the rearview mirror. The supercar was still following. It looked ready to chase them all the way to the end.
The sedan stopped at a red light. He propped his arm on the door, chin in hand, watching the scenery outside. It was nearly six in the afternoon, but the sun was still blazing. Plenty of people on the streets.
Kang-jun watched a few women pass by, then turned to look at Erika. She felt his gaze, smiled shyly, and asked, "What?"
"Nothing. Just thinking you're pretty."
"For real?"
"For real."
She roughly knew it was Kang-jun's lip service, but it still made her feel good. Glad I dressed up cute. Having a handsome guy next to her made her check the mirror habitually.
The combination of a chick-yellow dress with that pink head was bizarre beyond imagination, but her cute face made it somehow work. A thirty-four-year-old woman's taste was a bit funny, but… strangely enough, it seemed to work well on young guys.
Of course, as a one-night plaything she wasn't bad. Like how a cheap cup of instant coffee sometimes hit the spot just right… She was probably meeting him with the same mindset right now.
The sedan started moving again. The supercar stuck right behind them. Kang-jun deliberately didn't speed up. Let the bastard keep up easily.
Erika kept checking the rearview to see if he was still there. That red supercar ground along with a rumbling growl, determined to stick to them till the end.
I should've trained that one better.
That was the downside of young guys. Most of them got way too attached. Side effect of getting addicted to the mind-blowing pleasure that slut Erika showed them.
But she couldn't give up the fresh taste she got from young studs. The way they panted "Noona, noona" amplified her pleasure several times over. When she swallowed that pink, inexperienced cock with her pussy, the thrill was unmatched.
The Kang Ji-hoon following them right now was exactly that type.
It had been three months since he joined Carlos's team as a D-class member.
"Hello, I'm Kang Ji-hoon. Looking forward to working with you, senior!"
When he greeted Erika like that, she got hooked right then and there. This little shit, I'm definitely fucking him.
So on his first day after work, she dragged him out drinking and eventually scored a hotel room. Raised soft and pampered, he had almost zero immunity to that kind of filthy pleasure.
"Noona, noonaaa. My cock's gonnaaa explodeee."
"Noona, wanna cum in your slut pussy? Or your mouth-pussy?"
"I-in your mouth-pussyyy."
Ah, so fucking hot. Erika licked her lips thickly with her tongue at the memory.
About two months after they'd started, she found out his dad was the HQ Operations Director. Somehow the man found out about their little arrangement and transferred his son to another team. After that forced separation, Kang-jun had shown up not long after.
Still a bit of a waste to throw that one away.
But she couldn't give up Kang-jun either. If Ji-hoon was a cute little pony, Kang-jun was a wild stallion. Each had his own flavor.
Of course, if she had to choose between the two right now, it would obviously be the latter. She'd already thoroughly enjoyed the former for a couple months. But she still hadn't tasted Kang-jun's cock.
Erika sent that text to Ji-hoon. She waited anxiously for a reply. Then at the red light, the answer came.
Frustrating, but it still felt good. Ahh, this Erika still isn't dead yet, that kind of feeling.
No reply. If he'd just listen a little better, she could dote on him more.
But that stubborn side was charming too… Ah, Ji-hoon. Ji-hoon's pink cock.
"Is he still following?"
Erika snapped out of her thoughts at Kang-jun's question.
"Uh, huh? Ah, uh… He says he's gonna follow us all the way. What do I do?"
"Leave him. This is fun."
"But still."
Kang-jun chuckled. Looking at her, it was obvious Erika still hadn't forgotten that bastard either. Not that he particularly cared. If he fucked her and she still wasn't satisfied, he'd dump her. Otherwise, use her as a disposable cock-sleeve now and then. Extras should be used like extras.
They soon entered a high-end restaurant. And right behind them, the supercar rumbled in after.
The pair were shown to a couple's private room. Even that guy would have a hard time following them in there.
"The atmosphere's so nice~"
She marveled, but the truth was Erika had been here plenty of times already. With other men, of course.
They ordered from the waiter. When the door clicked shut, an awkward silence settled briefly. Erika demurely tucked her hair behind her ear and gauged Kang-jun's mood.
"I've seen a lot of you since way back, senior. In photos and videos."
"Oh, really?"
"I'm a fan."
"Ahh, a fan…"
She drew out the end of the word slightly. Suddenly the fan boards came to mind. Those filthy boards that violated her with words.
Does Kang-jun know about those too?
She was curious for no reason. But she didn't ask. Worried it might make her image look bad.
"Somehow we ended up meeting like this. Fatefully."
"Ah, is that so~"
Fatefully— That word hooked her. She resolved that today, fatefully, she would somehow suck Kang-jun's cock.
The conversation continued. Personal stuff, work stuff, no topic off-limits. As they talked, Erika realized her counterpart was far more knowledgeable than she'd imagined.
"I asked the team leader, and he said you two first met in that 50th District labyrinth…"
"Ahh, that."
The special forces story came out somewhat embellished. He exaggerated appropriately and spun it entertainingly. Erika found herself falling for him more and more. He had a sense of humor too.
He's actually pretty decent.
Honestly speaking, as a boyfriend he had no shortcomings. As long as his cock was fine—
The more she thought, the more impatient she got. She wanted to check it out already. Honestly, a boyfriend's qualifications were decided by his dick. Even if his personality was shit and he was uneducated, if the cock-head was good, it was an automatic okay. But no matter how kind and smart, if the lower half didn't satisfy, he was out.
Couldn't be helped. The number one reason for dating was to satisfy her own sexual desire. With her slightly perverted tendencies, a man's performance in bed was especially important.
Ji-hoon's endurance is a bit lacking, that's the problem.
After two rounds he'd collapse completely, so Erika couldn't help feeling unsatisfied. Even though that cute pink cock was right up her alley.
They started clinking through their meal. Conversation dwindled and it got quieter.
The pink head started slowly spinning as fuel came in. On the topic of how to fatefully fuck this guy today.
Just charging in blindly like with Ji-hoon didn't seem like the best plan. Looking at him, Kang-jun clearly had plenty of experience handling women. She could feel it. When dealing with him, there was a strange tension. No, not tension—something more subtly erotic…
Yes, the initiative—!
The perfect sophisticated word popped into her head. Erika kept feeling like she was being pulled somewhere. He held that invisible initiative.
The quiet meal roughly finished. While eating dessert, Kang-jun casually dropped a line.
"Call Ji-hoon now."
"…Huh?"
"You said you'd call him after the meal."
Erika hadn't expected Kang-jun to bring it up himself. But if she did as he said, the plan she'd been cooking up in her head would never even get started. She was already dying of curiosity about Kang-jun's cock.
So she lied.
"No, he said earlier he wouldn't."
"Still, seems like he'll keep waiting. Right out front."
"Uh, then what do I do…?"
"Why? Aren't you going?"
"Me? …I dunno."
Suddenly Erika started hating pink-cock Ji-hoon.
How am I supposed to live tasting the same cock every day. Even ice cream gets boring if you only eat the same flavor—!
She had to ditch Ji-hoon somehow. Only then could she try anything. Otherwise she'd inevitably lose Kang-jun.
Erika spun her pink head at high-performance output for the first time in a while. With plenty of premium fuel already in, it churned out wicked schemes just fine.
"Kang-jun, can you go out first and wait in the car? I'll come out a bit later."
"…Alright."
Kang-jun stood up. Not long after he left the couple's room, Ji-hoon burst right in. He'd clearly been waiting right outside with his arms crossed.
"Noonaaa—!"
"Ji-hoon."
They had a tender reunion. He asked worriedly, like checking on his girlfriend—Did anything bad happen to you?
"Aigoo, I told you it's nothing like that."
"If anything happens, tell me no matter what. I'll protect you. I'll definitely protect you!"
Pink cock, he is cute though.
Erika smiled fondly and patted his butt, saying her Ji-hoon was the only one. He couldn't hold back and threw himself at her. Oof—they shared another sticky kiss.
"Haa, noona's taste… so good."
"You eat yet?"
"Not yet."
"Wanna eat and go?"
"That'd be great!"
Ji-hoon sat in the seat Kang-jun had occupied. The waiter quickly cleared the table. While Ji-hoon looked at the menu, Erika grabbed her bag and stood.
"Where you going?"
"Ah, just the bathroom real quick. Fix my makeup too. Go ahead and order."
"Okay."
Ji-hoon really didn't suspect a thing. He buried his face back in the menu, fretting over what to eat.
Sorry for being a bad slut. Next time I'll suck your cock real good, Ji-hoon.
And Erika dashed right out of the restaurant. Kang-jun's sedan already had the engine rumbling.
She quickly climbed into the passenger seat.
"Hurry, let's go."
Kang-jun looked at her urgent face, chuckled, and hit the gas.
"What'd you tell him?"
"Ah, I talked it through fine."
"Doesn't seem like the type that'd work on… You snuck out, didn't you?"
Ahh—. Erika's expression flinched. Kang-jun chuckled and asked for the guy's phone number.
"Why…? Don't tell me."
"Ah, I'll handle it, so just give it to me first."
"Kang-jun, you can't say anything weird…"
"Just trust me."
Erika soon punched in Ji-hoon's number. Kang-jun dialed it.
"Hello?"
The voice sounded a bit uneasy. Well, of course. Erika had said she was going to the bathroom and hadn't come back for a while.
"Yeah, hello."
"Who the hell are you. …It's that bastard, isn't it, you!"
"Not 'that bastard.'"
"Don't tell me, don't tell me it's not? It's not?!"
"I brought your noona with me. After a few glasses of wine, she got a bit drunk, y'know? Hehe."
"Hey—! I'm telling you nicely, bring her back. Bring her back nicely! Or else I swear, I won't let you off!"
Kang-jun laughed, khehehe. Just like a real fucking evil villain.
"Ah, I need to put your noona to bed. She's too drunk to take home, man."
"You devil bastard—! Where are you. Where the hell are you right now!"
"Dunno. Not sure. Let's see. Hmm, ah, this is a road, a road."
"You stay right there! Stay right there! You son of a bitch!"
"Uh-uh, the signal's getting weak. Don't move! It's cutting out!"
"What? I, I'm standing still right now. …Hey, it didn't cut out, right? You, son of a bitch! What are you planning to do to noona!"
This little shit's actually fun.
"Ah, right. You should hear noona's voice, yeah? Hold on."
Then Kang-jun held out the phone to Erika with a wink. Like, do some acting.
Uh, what do I do—she took it and instantly immersed herself in the role, immediately putting on a sickly voice.
"J-Ji-hoonaa."
"Noonaaa! Noona, where are you. Where are you right now!"
"S-sorryyy. I, I'm drunk right now. I don't know where I aaam."
"Noonaaaaaa—!"
"Ji-hoon. Sorry. I'm sorryyy."
"No, no! Why are you sorry, noona! It's, it's all that bastard's fault! I'll, I'll protect you for sure! Got it? Don't be scared, just wait!"
"Ahh. Ji-hoonaa."
Then she passed the phone back to Kang-jun.
"Yeah, me again."
"You, I know you! I'm telling my dad on you! Just try touching noona! I'll really tell Dad everything! I won't let this go for real!"
"What? That's so scary. Please don't tell your dad on me, okay?"
"Ha, scared? Fuck, when Dad gets mad he's really scary. So just stay put."
"Your noona's about to sleep. Gonna go put her to bed now."
"Hey! Don't hang up! If you hang up I'll really tell him—!"
"Yeah, you sleep well too."
Beep.
And immediately the phone rang again. Kang-jun hung up right away and turned the phone off completely. Then this time it rang on Erika's phone. Eek—startled, she hung up too and turned hers off.
A brief silence. Erika sidelong glanced at Kang-jun with a slightly flustered expression. …Having joined in the acting, she was now an accomplice.
Kang-jun grinned as he looked at her.
"Where to now?"