Vice Guild Master Sia Seong (5)
Two women.
"Association President. Have you ever heard of a place called Artemis?"
At Jin-woo's question, her eyebrows shot up. The Association President nodded slowly, cigarette dangling from her lips.
"…Where'd you hear about it?"
Her voice was low, laced with killing intent.
"We're looking into it ourselves. We've pegged it as connected to the recent guild member resignations and disappearances."
A place linked to disappearances… Could it have something to do with Yumi too?
Yoon Seo-ah's red eyes scrutinized the Guild Master methodically. The trash on the floor rattled with a clink clink.
Undeterred by her killing intent, he continued calmly.
"An illegal secret club that trades hunters… You knew about it too, didn't you, Madam President?"
Yoon Seo-ah smoked in silence for a moment before letting out a deep sigh.
"I know."
"…!"
"Hmph… Yeah, I know you wouldn't be involved, kid. Tell the brats to go play on their own now—let's have some grown-up talk, just us."
Her "us" meant the three S-class hunters present.
"They'll have more fun without us there anyway."
"Agreed. This isn't the place for it, so let's move."
Jin-woo announced that the official vice guild master celebration party was over.
"Aw, already~?"
"It's a shame—the vice guild master herself was joining us!"
Regretful reactions poured in; it had been a great chance to bond. Someone even said they wanted to hit a karaoke bar to hear me sing.
While the Guild Master handled the situation, I leaned against the wall for a breather. I hadn't noticed while sitting, but the alcohol was hitting hard—the sky spun wildly, and I could barely hold myself steady. On top of that, my crotch felt off.
It felt strangely empty, like nothing had happened… but something itchy had been bothering me…
I slipped my hand into my pants and furtively groped around.
Huh? My… panties are gone?!
The source of that irritating discomfort was going commando. They're gone… gone! Even the chastity belt Dr. Lee Hyun-seong had given me was missing.
Did I go to the bathroom earlier…? Did I even go? I had no memory after saying I'd hit the restroom. Like a total blackout.
Am I already getting alcoholic dementia?
Should I run to a convenience store and buy some panties first? This feels gross. But buying panties at a convenience store? Way too embarrassing…
The Association President approached, looking concerned about me.
"Phew— you okay?"
"Y-Yes… fine! No problem."
"Don't push yourself. Didn't know you were such a lightweight."
My condition was bad, sure. But it didn't feel like just the booze.
This is driving me crazy.
Meow~ Meow~
Stray cats in heat wailed around the trash cans.
Heat… Yeah, my body was heating up like I was in heat. My lower abdomen burned, my breathing grew ragged. My brain felt like it was being shaken and toyed with, leaving me dizzy.
Like a girl hitting puberty…
The Guild Master returned.
"Let's go. I know a good spot nearby."
"Your sense improving? Let's see."
"Sis might be Association President now, but I'm the Baekya Guild Master too. I'm sick of socializing."
"Sure sure, Guild Master. Lead the way."
Murmurs rose outside; we'd lingered too long, and city folk had spotted us.
- Aren't those S-class hunters?
- Yeah! I saw her on TV, it's the Sword Princess!
"Walking might draw too much attention. Shall we move fast?"
"Okay."
"Yes!"
Whoosh—!Boom—!
Jin-woo kicked off and leaped after them. The Association President floated elegantly like a witch, pursuing.
"Whoaaa!"
"Look at that! Amazing!"
"Hunters are so cool!"
Isn't this more eye-catching? Good thing I didn't wear a skirt. Jumping in one would've flashed my pussy to all of Seoul.
I'd have just suggested walking instead… Phew.
"Bit of booze, but you can handle this, right?"
"You're not talking to me, are you?"
"I'm fine too!"
His sweat-scented pheromones wafted on the wind from ahead, tickling my nose. Broad shoulders, sculpted back, firm muscles… His manly scent pulled me like perfume.
A moonlit night. For some reason, a night that made me miss Dr. Lee Hyun-seong.
Texting now would be a bother, right…? What’s he up to?
***
We entered a private room at a bar.
"Ooh, Kang Jin-woo. Not bad here."
"Right? Haha."
Dim, atmospheric indirect lighting set a cozy mood. But what I liked most were the staff. At the party venue earlier, servers kept changing, asking for photos and autographs—it was distracting. I couldn't relax.
Here, though, the waiters were pros—guiding us silently without a hint of fangirling.
"Nice vibe."
"Thought you'd hate places like this."
"Honestly, no one's bothering us."
The Association President burst out laughing and clapped at my words.
"Right? That last place sucked."
"Did it? Haha."
That said, didn't we order way too much booze? The lineup of whiskeys was impressive. We couldn't finish it all. Even if money's no object.
I asked her,
"Any special way to drink whiskey tasty?"
"Sia, it's already delicious. Best booze is always on someone else's dime."
"So I've heard."
"What about the leftovers? You're not drinking it all, right?"
"I'll keep the whole display rack in my name."
"Keep what?"
"Means they hold it for next time."
"Got it. You'll have to come here often."
"Hey, Sia. The President might drink it all."
"Pfft. She'd die of alcohol poisoning."
Whatever, she drooled as she telekinetically lined up glasses to match the bottles.
"Let's see…"
Open whiskey bottles tilted precisely. She clasped her hands.
"Begin! Niagara Falls!"
Glinting orange liquor filled the glasses. Is this really how you use powers…?
Whiskey's oaky aroma fogged the room like mist. She flicked cube-filled glasses our way.
"Thanks."
Mine… skipped me?
"This stuff's strong. Water for Sia."
"I wanna try one too—recommend something sweet?"
"Cocktail?"
"Yes! Cocktail."
"Sweet one… Cosmopolitan or… Kahlúa Milk?"
Milk, so safe, right? "I'll try the Kahlúa Milk."
"Sia, that's… classic."
"Let her. Feels like watching a college freshman."
"Sis is professor age now."
"Then you're grad student?"
"Do undergrads even come here?"
I never went to college, so who knows.
The Kahlúa Milk arrived.
"Here goes."
Whiskey-like below, cream on top. Like coffee milk—yum!
"Way better than soju."
Her glass spun.
"Don't compare to soju. Try this too."
A booze bomb arrived, intoxicating just from the scent.
"Just a sip then…"
Bitter…! Burning. My esophagus was on fire. Coughing fit.
Still, the rich aroma beat any antiseptic.
"Hahaha! Too early for Sia, huh."
"Then sis, shall we pick up that earlier talk? No one's listening here."
"Fine. Got it."
She pulled her phone from her bag and set it on the table.
"Club like the ones I know?"
The Guild Master turned, intrigued.
"Been to a club?"
"No. Heard of 'em. Dancing places."
Association President smirked.
"Just dancing at clubs? Nah, guys go to grind dicks on girls' asses."
Grind dicks…?
"Some might just dance. But basically, it's for sex."
"Sis…!"
Sex?!?!?!
My face burned hotter than the liquor. I had no idea. So "going clubbing" meant that?
Never expected to hear "sex" here. Not with just women—Guild Master's right there…
I couldn't look up.
"Ears red too. Sia's such a baby. Baby."
What do I do… so embarrassing!
I covered my ears and bowed my head.
"Clubs are like that? For… doing it…"
"Sis… what're you saying."
"Hey, Kang Jin-woo. Don't react like that—you brought it up."
She swiped her phone screen.
"Compared to what I'm showing Sia now, that's nothing."
Guild Master reached out, worried for me.
"Might be tough for Sia—brace yourself."
They see me as such a kid. I'm a battle-hardened hunter.
"I'm fine. I'm a hunter too. And… um… s-s-sex."
"…?"
Saying "sex" out loud was impossible.
"Having sex is… natural for humans… I got basic sex ed… hic. I'm an adult… 21, not clueless."
What am I saying? World spinning… Legs crossed tight on their own.
"Sia? You seem really drunk."
"Kang Jin-woo, let her. More cute talk. Adorable."
"One-night…? I vaguely know terms like that. Hic. Clubs are for that, right? And Artemis is a club too… so something lewd… haa… haa…"
Why does talking feel like digging my grave?
"Okay, Sia's ready enough. Calm down. Calm."
Association President laughed till her sides hurt.
"Don't laugh… President."
"Sorry sorry. Didn't know our Sia was such a proper lady."
"Proper lady…?"
"Watch close. This is Artemis's true face."
The screen showed a flashy, decadent club under blue lights.
This is too… obscene!!!!!
****
I returned to Yoo Cheon-woo's mansion and gazed up at the tall tower.
"Haa…"
I'd called him oppa, bitch, all that filthy stuff… but only in the heat of sex.
It's fine. I'd regain the upper hand in our relationship, I thought naively.
But what am I? Basically an abandoned pup. Stray dog status.
Yoo Cheon-woo might really value me, cherish me. Maybe… he'd be the one to acknowledge my existence.
The grand doors opened, and a maid—not Mimi—greeted me.
"Welcome, Sia Seong. Master awaits."
I headed to where Yoo Cheon-woo was.
"Hey?"
He sat at the long dining table, laden with delicacies. On the floor, head maid Mimi and others knelt on all fours. Crystal dog bowls before them reeked of semen, no doubt.
They awaited their master's "meal" like starving dogs.
They really eat semen… Looks tasty…
Movie-like long table. Yoo Cheon-woo grinned.
"Knew you'd come back, but so soon?"
"…"
"Missed me that much?"
Seeing Cheon-woo oppa's face melted my heart.
"Missed… yeah."
"Then why return? Tell me what you want."
"Restore my body first."
"Restore? Not sure what you mean."
"You know… haa… haa…"
My whole body was hypersensitive now. Couldn't forget the shock of swallowing water. My throat was no longer just airway or esophagus.
It was another erogenous zone, developed for his cock. His words weren't lies—every gulp stroked my clit like magic. Even water made my pussy twitch as it slid down…
"Can't focus in daily life—body too hot."
"You love it, huh. Dinner time anyway—eat first, talk later."
"Dinner…?"
He snapped his fingers. Writhing black tentacles descended, wrapping me gently.
"Hnght…!"
I didn't resist. Two spread and fixed my legs wide; another coiled my waist, hoisting me airborne. Upside down, head toward floor, platinum hair spilling onto carpet.
Then I saw his flaccid cock.
Unbearable thirst hit at the sight of the panting monster.
I want it…♡ Cock♡ Say it honestly…♡
"Eee…"
"Tongue out like that—you want it bad?"
"Stupid…"
He lifted my upside-down form to eye level.
"Want cock? Beg for it."
"No…"
"Hmm, okay? Mimi! Special treat today!"
"Yes, Master!"
Mimi crawled under the table, smooched the cock, and licked like candy.
"Everyone, eat!"
Maids lapped semen from bowls—slurp slurp.
Mimi sucked furiously. Unfair… That's mine… Cheon-woo oppa's cock is mine…!
Just watching tortured me. But admitting defeat? No way.
Drip— drip—
"What's this? Raining?"
Yoo Cheon-woo tasted the droplet on Mimi's head.
My pussy juice? Flowing down my body onto her? Unbelievable.
So just watching makes me leak like a slut in heat.
Can't take it… I want it… Cheon-woo oppa… I'm conquered already…
Just seeing cock gets me horny slut♡
He matched my eyes again.
"Women’s lower mouths are always honest, huh?"
"…Want…"
"What? Can't hear."
"Want cock."
"Say what you want clearly."
"Fine! Got it! This vulgar bitch's mouth pussy wants Cheon-woo oppa! Master's cock!"
"Should've said sooner. Mimi, back off. Got it hard for my girl."
My girl??
"Honored to deepthroat for you."
Still tentacled, I descended under the table. Face-to-face with Cheon-woo oppa's cock.
"Freshest semen is a special right for my prized possession."
Special right…♡ He aimed his rigid massive clone at my mouth.
"Ngh… Mmph…!"
I took it deep into my throat. Pink brand glowed.
My privilege. While other bitches lap cold floor cum, I get the freshest, warmest share.
Tentacles rocked me back and forth under the table, using me like an electric onahole.
"Mmph! Mmph! Nngh…♡"
I moaned in rhythm, looking down at the other maids. Their eyes burned with jealousy and envy.
Basking in superiority. Despite the treatment, I was happy.
"Mmph… Mmph…"
Clinking dishes quieted. He shoved his chair back, laid me flat—from onahole to prone.
"Time to finish."
Then into my pussy.
"Ngh… Ngh… Nngh!"
He pistoned roughly, like pounding a serving bowl.
"Cumming!"
Semen flooded. His essence filled me.
This is it… Ultimately… I just need to become Yoo Cheon-woo's real thing, not fake.
I'm a clone anyway. Disposable anytime. Creator Lee Hyun-seong has the original—can trash me whenever.
But Yoo Cheon-woo might be different. Unaware of the original, he might cherish me forever… Never abandon me.
To wash away the clone stigma… I wanted to be thoroughly his possession. Overflowing desire.
Still impaled, I straddled him, feeding him fruits from the table like a mother bird.
"Haa… haa… Should I dye my hair black?"
"Dye?"
"Sick of this color. Or remodel me to oppa's taste."
"Too obedient girls are boring. Heart change?"
"Promised to be anything bitch… If you don't like, whatever."
"How could I not?"