How Does Brother Namgung Know About Paizuri…?
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"Mmmh……."
Chaehyang saw the thug slip something powdery into the wine cup, but she chose not to tell Im Seowol what she had witnessed.
The reason was simple: as far as she knew, the thugs circling Im Seowol never went so far as to do anything truly dangerous.
Besides, the aphrodisiac they usually used—the very one just mixed into Im Seowol’s cup—was a cheap brand famous for its powerful effect and for lingering in the body far too long, yet it was not the kind of drug that would actually harm anyone.
For reference, expensive, high-quality aphrodisiacs slowly and naturally heighten sexual desire and the sensitivity of erogenous zones, then fade completely by the time the user wakes the next morning.
In other words, even if slipped in secretly, the drinker rarely notices, and even if taken knowingly, a single hot night leaves the body back to normal by dawn.
Cheap aphrodisiacs, on the other hand, make the body hypersensitive the moment they kick in, drive the user into a frenzy, and leave residual effects that last for days.
Having personally sampled many varieties, Chaehyang could already picture the ordeal Im Seowol would suffer over the next few days while the drug still clung to him—never mind tonight itself.
He’s already such a filthy femboy slut that a little teasing from the side makes him cling to a cock… once the aphrodisiac hasn’t worn off tomorrow… we’re in trouble, real trouble ♡
"Well, not my problem—♡"
"Hm? What’d you say?"
"Hehe, nothing~"
Chaehyang cut off her deepening thoughts and nestled into the arms of another man who was already pawing at her.
This fellow groping her ass was the common type who came to a night establishment hoping for a one-night fling.
Using her head after so long had been tiring, so she emptied her mind the usual way, giggled foolishly, and focused on enjoying the moment.
"Heehee, let’s toast, toast—♡ Buy me a drink and I’ll let you feel my ass—♡"
Im Seowol was already surrounded by the thugs; even if he tried to run, escape was impossible.
Well, he’s so dense he probably can’t even imagine it ♡
Having gone through roughly the same process herself, Chaehyang felt not the slightest twinge of conscience about helping corrupt him.
She simply followed Maeng Harang’s orders, played with Im Seowol to her heart’s content, then used the money she earned to play even harder.
And if she gained a friend similar to herself along the way, hanging out together would be fun too, wouldn’t it?
From the very beginning, that had been Chaehyang’s only goal.
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Once Im Seowol accepted and drank a cup of the thugs’ wine, everything proceeded with breathtaking speed.
"Haa… it’s delicious…?"
The cup had been loaded with honey to mask the aphrodisiac’s taste; the moment Im Seowol drained it, his face flushed bright red.
Getting him to drink even one cup made the second and third as easy as eating cold porridge.
After that, all they needed was a private room, some idle chatter, and enough teasing caresses to leave him aching—then taking him would be as simple as eating cake.
A short while later, inside one of the night establishment’s paid bedrooms meant for nights of pleasure—
"Hahaha, so like I was saying—"
"Mm… ♡"
After a few more cups, Im Seowol was thoroughly tipsy. He fell for their utterly transparent claim that they “had no ulterior motives and just wanted to hang out,” a story even a stray cat wouldn’t believe, and followed them into the bedroom.
Before long the cheap aphrodisiac’s potent effects flooded his body. Without realizing it, Im Seowol leaned his head against the shoulder of the thug beside him and began kneading his own breasts with both hands.
"Huuuh… ♡"
Squeezing them spread the milk that had pooled inside his near-explosive bust (F to L cup), easing the heavy ache and leaving a tingling pleasure behind.
…Yet his own hands were nowhere near enough.
"Nngh… ♡ Ah… ♡"
Once he started massaging his chest, it was as if a dam had burst; he couldn’t stop masturbating. When he finally came back to himself, he was proudly and vigorously kneading his breasts right in front of the thugs.
Naturally the thugs did not merely watch. Little by little they began laying hands on Im Seowol’s body.
Seated on a backless chair, Im Seowol soon found the thugs who had been sitting on either side of him rising to stroke his thighs and fondle his breasts.
"Nngh, ah, haaahn… ♡"
Only then did Im Seowol remember the thugs’ presence again, but the alcohol and the drug had left his mind foggy and his body already in heat, so he could not refuse their lewd hands.
These bastards… their hands feel way too good… ♡
Once lust had defeated him and he stopped resisting the caresses, the thugs’ touches grew bolder step by step, climbing higher like ascending a staircase.
"Haa, ah… ♡ Gas-eum… feels so gooood… ♡"
Before he knew it every scrap of upper clothing, underwear included, had been stripped away and both breasts were being thoroughly groped; Im Seowol panted with heat.
Had Im Seowol possessed more experience of the night streets, he would have noticed at once that something had been mixed into the wine.
But he had only ever heard the name of aphrodisiacs and knew nothing of their actual effects. Combined with his lack of experience and the alcohol loosening his mind, he never even suspected he had been drugged.
"Shall we get serious now? Grab his torso and lift that ass a bit—yeah, like that—"
"Ah… nngh…?"
"Pants and underwear confiscated. Next time come wearing a skirt or something that splits at the ass. Too hard to take off."
The thugs yanked every remaining piece of clothing off Im Seowol in one go and tossed them into a corner; in an instant he was completely naked.
"Wh-what are you doiiing…?"
Watching Im Seowol, tongue already thick, not even thinking to cover his sex, the thugs muttered among themselves.
"Tits are huge, but yeah, definitely a femboy. Wait, are those plugs on the nipples?"
"Even better. So two at once is fine, right?"
"Hold up. That thing we talked about last time—wanna try it on him?"
"Gas-eum… don’t stop rubbing…?"
Im Seowol cupped and offered both breasts as if showing them off. The thugs exchanged nods and closed in.
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The hostesses, including Jin Seoha, had only ever intended to develop Im Seowol’s body so he would want to return while performing their proper service.
The thugs’ goal, however, was simply to indulge in and toy with that body; their path diverged sharply from the hostesses’.
If they had a secondary purpose, it was to train him while the aphrodisiac still lingered so they would always have a ready hole to fuck whenever they pleased.
"Kids like you need to carry at least one bottle of this. Got it?"
"Nngh…?"
One thug handed Im Seowol a small spare bottle of slippery lubricant, then smeared the rest of his own supply all over Im Seowol’s entire chest.
"Ah… ♡ What’s thiiis… ♡"
"Whoa~ Look how soaked he is already and we haven’t even started."
Gazing at the precum dripping from Im Seowol’s crotch, another thug pulled out his cock and pressed it against those breasts.
"We’re gonna use your tit-pussy, so hold your tits from the sides for me. …Yeah, just like that."
"Nngh, cock…?"
With his foggy head unable to grasp the situation, Im Seowol simply blushed at the hot shaft in front of his chest.
That thick cock thrust into the deep valley of his enormous breasts.
Schlick—
"Hoo, damn…! Tit-pussy really is different from a regular pussy…!"
Schlick schlick squelch—
As the thug rolled his hips, the lubricant made the softest flesh on the human body cling and squelch obscenely around the cock.
"Kkuh…! Can’t hold it…!"
Bwoooosh— spurt—
Before long the thug ravaging Im Seowol’s chest came hard, pumping a load deep between those lush breasts.
"Haa, so hooot… ♡"
For Im Seowol it was less intense than direct stimulation of his erogenous zones, yet the sensation of a cock crushing and sliding through his breasts still delivered a strange pleasure and satisfaction.
"What, you already came? From a titjob? You a premature ejaculator or what?"
From the other side, a fellow thug jeered at the one who hadn’t even lasted half a minute.
"Ah, shut up… This femboy slut’s tits just feel weirdly good."
In truth these thugs were experienced enough in this sort of play that only a truly exceptional body could make them finish so fast.
But their partner’s breasts had been developed with the North Sea Ice Palace’s secret Femboy Breast Development Promoter II—dense, sticky milk filling every inch.
The Ice Palace’s breast-development techniques, ranked among the finest in the entire Central Plains, even enhanced the pleasure of the person receiving a titjob; of course a local thug stood no chance.
"Excuses, excuses. My turn next. Move."
Ignorant of that fact, the thugs approached Im Seowol one after another in the order they had decided earlier, like moths diving into a bonfire.