Cured with an Internal Piss♥♥
At the sudden stimulation, she couldn't even tell whether what she felt was pleasure or pain.
So I drove my cock deep into that hole of hers with one firm thrust.
As I parted the soaked, clinging tuft of her pubic hair and slid into the hole it had been hiding, her pupils — only just coaxed back into focus — rolled away behind her eyes again.
“Uuugh!”
The moment her hypersensitive hole fluttered dizzily open, another scream-like moan burst from her lips.
I gripped her trembling knees tight, then slowly eased my hold.
With the tension locking down her bladder finally released, her piss began to flow in a slow, steady stream into the depths of her hole.
“Aah!”
“Just bear it a little longer.”
It was her first time being used as a living toilet. Warm urine backed up along the gap where her clinging, heated flesh gripped me, trickling out in thin rivulets.
“I'll let it out slowly.”
“Nnh!”
Before long I pushed my glans a little deeper, painted her clutching womb with a long, unbroken ribbon of piss, then drew my cock back at a leisurely pace.
I'd tried to let it out in the smallest amounts I could, but at some point I could feel her belly slowly beginning to swell.
“Uuu.”
“Almost done.”
The hole, packed full to bursting, began spitting water from the seams, and I promptly pulled my cock out entirely.
A brief penetration — and the pussy hole left gaping round from it poured out yellow water in a gushing lake.
I aimed the last of my stream at her clitoris.
When I forced out the final spurt with everything I had, her clitoris, unable to stand against the current, wilted utterly and fluttered helplessly.
The flesh stripped bare by the golden torrent trembled violently, even exposing the hidden mouth of her urethra beneath.
“Aaahh···.”
“Let's get you rinsed off first.”
“O-okay···.”
Her face was flushed scarlet. Was she still savoring the echo of my cock? Or did she still believe that stimulation had been pain? Either way, I scooped up the dazed, nodding girl in my arms and headed back toward the sea.
Then, still holding her, I stepped into the water and sat down.
“Haah... I-is it over now...? Hah...”
“Yes. It's over. For now...”
Submerged to her neck, she let her buoyant body drift free of mine and settled beside me. Her hands moved busily beneath the water, fingers groping at her own pussy as if checking whether she was truly all right.
Watching her out of the corner of my eye, I took my cock in my remaining hand and gave it a lazy shake. Bubbles rose and fizzled around the two of us — and no one else.
“Give me your account number and I'll transfer it.”
“No. That's my gift. Take this instead.”
She'd been tallying up the cost of the clothes I'd bought her on the way through the market; I shook my head and handed her an envelope stuffed with ten million won. She opened it with a look that asked what on earth this was.
“Why would you give me money? You're giving me all of this?”
“You got hurt because of me.”
“No, that was... my own carelessness...”
Startled by the thickness of the bills, she tried to press the envelope back into my hand — and then froze mid-motion. Her round eyes fixed straight on me.
“It's you, isn't it. You.”
“I'm sorry?”
“You. You're Juwon, aren't you?”
Her voice had dropped low, and the atmosphere around her turned on a dime, her eyes gone cold as frost.
“Juwon? Who's that? Do they look like me?”
“Don't lie to me. You're Juwon. Aren't you?”
“No.”
Figures. Good thing I never revealed myself.
It was obvious her mother must have had something to say about Dad's filthy behavior too. That's why she never came looking for me — when she could have come to see me whenever she liked, alone or otherwise.
Everything was written across her face. I hurried into a retreat.
“Take care.”
“Take this with you! Hey!”
The envelope came back into my hands again. I flung it down at her feet and put more speed into my backward steps. And right on cue, a taxi pulled up.
Watching her chase after me with the envelope in hand, I scrambled urgently into the cab. She stopped soon after, as if giving up, and just stared at me.
“Come back again. I missed you!”
And she waved.
Tch. Why the tears all of a sudden? Crazy.
“I'll come back!”
I leaned straight out the window and called back to her, and she kept waving until the moment I vanished from her sight.
“Ahh, that was a good sleep.”
Two in the morning. I'd come straight back to my officetel and crashed, and now the world outside was pitch black.
Murmuring over my time with the unni from yesterday, I recalled how I'd gone and blown every last won I had — money I didn't even have — in a fit of celebration.
Wiped out again. Before long I rose from my seat, jammed a cap onto my head at a careless angle, and headed outside.
My destination was, of course, the arcade. I intended to fleece these bastards dry until the day they went under.
Except...
What the hell?
A building I'd never seen before towered up behind the arcade. A container, technically, but even the visible portion spanned three units. Too big a scale to have gone up overnight. So they really do still have money to burn.
“Ah. It's a currency exchange.”
There were guards posted out front, too, so I froze time the moment I arrived. Two men standing watch — clearly they were up to something spectacularly rotten again in there.
“Wow. Unbelievable. What is this? Where the hell are the police, with something like this sitting at the entrance to the neighborhood? Oh — a gambling den, I guess?”
Clicking my tongue at the spectacle of it, I moved toward the door visible in the distance. Two rooms.
Where the hell did they stash the money.
Behind a partition stood two entrances, each leading to its own door. I slipped into the left one first and swept the room with my eyes.
“Oh, for crying out loud.”
A space barely seven square meters. And inside, on a narrow bed, lay a naked woman with hollow, vacant eyes — a woman provided to soothe the customers' moods with her body. I'd seen this in a movie before.
“They even prepared something like this. Impressive. Sick bastards.”
Clicking my tongue again, I headed for the next room. Secretly a little disappointed that the woman was far from my type, I opened the door half-hoping to find a different one inside. Not that I had any intention of sticking my cock in anything — I have no interest in a whore hole that takes any cock that comes along. Just sightseeing.
“······????”
That was the exact moment I opened the door.
“Bom?”
It was Bom. She lay on the bed, face forlorn and miserable. I yanked the blanket off her at once.
“So they caught you, huh?”
I couldn't know the exact story, but one thing was clear — she hadn't paid the money back. Stupid girl. Steal that much money and run, and you're supposed to at least live well afterward. So she'd gone and become a whore instead.
I took out my phone again. And then—
Contact Person Released
I woke her inside the frozen world. Her miserably damp eyes found me in an instant and blew wide.
“Oppa!”
“Shh! Quiet, you dummy.”
“Oh. Right. How did you—”
Playing the part of someone who'd snuck in covertly, I hushed her voice down, and she popped upright and crouched across from me. She looked down at me with the face of someone newly saved.
“You didn't pay the money back? What happened?”
“Oppa, I'm so, so sorry. It's just...”
“Save it. No time. Just tell me the situation, honestly. That's the only way I can help you.”
“Okay. The truth is, I ran off with the money I stole that day, and they caught me the next morning. I was actually a few days behind on payments, and I guess those guys had come by Hanseong's place looking for me. But that bastard told them I'd run off, so...”
“What a hilarious bastard. Anyway — if they took the money back, that should be the end of it. Why did they grab you?”
“The money's still at the motel I booked for the month. I told them I still had it, but they didn't believe me and locked me up in here.”
“I see. Where is it? I'll go get it.”
“Really? O-oppa. Couldn't you get me out first with your own money? And then I'd give you that money and—”
“Cut the shit and give me the address. You think I'd fall for the same trick twice?”
“But it's the truth...”
“Say it in two seconds or I'm walking. One, two—walking!”
“Oppa! Samjeong Motel, near the terminal! Room 307!”
“You get that, right? That's my money now.”
“Yes! Just get me out of here, and I'll pay back every last won somehow. I swear!”
Her desperate eyes glittered under the cheap lighting. Staring at that face of hers, I quickly pulled out my phone. And—
Contact Person Re-activated
I froze her again and checked my remaining time.
System Limit 6:11
“Ooh. Time's already getting short.”
Leaving her exactly as she was, I walked out.
“Oh. Samjeong Motel. It's really here.”
I headed straight for the terminal she'd mentioned and found the motel.
“I'm the older brother of the guest in room 307. I'm here to check her out — can I get the key? You don't need to refund anything.”
After a brief exchange with the owner, I let myself into the room she'd named. And before long—
“Found it.”
I dug out a small suitcase holding upwards of a hundred million won, gathered up Bom's belongings as well, and stepped back outside.
“Who the hell are you, kid? You play hwatu now?”
“A hyung I know told me there were pretty girls working here. If I gamble, do I get one for free?”
Back at the place again. This time, one of the loan office lackeys I'd seen before was standing guard at the entrance. My words earned a scoffing little laugh from him, and he waved a hand dismissively.
“Exchange around five million and you get a coupon, that's how it works. You even got money?”
“I've got five hundred thousand won on me right now. I'll just win more.”
“You're a funny bastard, I'll give you that. Fine. Go on in.”
“Thanks, work hard!”
And just like that, I slipped back into the container with ease.
7 AM.
Do these bastards not have jobs to get to or what...
Nearly everyone I'd seen before dawn was still holding down the same spots. I made a beeline for the currency exchange first.