Chapter 88
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 88
Chapter Title: Street
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One defining trait of TS Victims was that they absolutely never looked ordinary compared to those around them.
They had hair and eye colors that couldn't occur naturally, and without exception, strikingly beautiful appearances. Unless they were extraordinarily lucky to have black hair and black eyes—or something similar—they inevitably drew stares from passersby.
Even if their hair and eye colors were ordinary, they exuded a subtle aura different from normal people. Anyone with a keen eye could spot them easily, though it wasn't obvious at a glance.
Han Seol-ah, with her waist-length straight black hair and brown eyes, would have passed for a very pretty ordinary girl if not for the ID Collar around her neck.
In stark contrast, Ha Yoon had an appearance that no one could possibly call ordinary.
Her wavy pink hair cascaded down, and her light pink eyes evoked cherry blossoms. A hundred out of a hundred people would peg her as a TS Victim on sight.
...Of course, that wasn't the only reason she was drawing stares from passersby right now.
"Ugh, eek...."
She let out labored breaths with every shaky step. Clutching her stomach and hunching over, she looked just like someone in pain.
Even knowing Ha Yoon was a TS Victim, normal people would ask if a suffering person needed help. They'd been taught morals like aiding the weak since childhood, after all.
But right now, no one approached to ask if she was okay. They just glanced her way and quickened their pace.
"Ha Yoon, having a tough time?"
She had companions by her side, after all. No one would butt in if she wasn't alone.
Ha Yoon's cheeks flushed as she forced a smile.
"I-it's, hng, f-fine...."
"Fine? Then I can crank it up more?"
"Krgh...!"
The intensified vibrations made her knees buckle. Instead of collapsing, Ha Yoon squatted down, burying her face in her knees as her body shuddered.
She gritted her teeth to avoid squirting messily right there on the street, but even so, she couldn't fully stave off the orgasm.
"Ha Yoon, what are you doing squatting on the sidewalk like that? You're blocking traffic."
"S-sorry, hng, s-sorry...!"
Ha Yoon stifled the moans bursting from her throat and hauled herself up. The world lurched, a floating sensation surging through her body. Before she could react, the ground rushed up.
She's gonna crash. Ha Yoon squeezed her eyes shut.
"Whoa there."
But the impact never came. Woo Shin-hyung had spotted her falter and caught her body just in time. Thanks to him, she stayed upright.
"Th-thank, hng...!"
As she tried to thank the arms steadying her, the toys inside her ramped up viciously. Biting her lip, Ha Yoon shot Han Seol-ah a look. She pouted back.
"You're too close to Master."
"...Sorry. I just got dizzy all of a sudden...."
"That's why I'm letting it slide. No next time."
With that, she stomped off ahead, her sulkiness radiating from every step. Ha Yoon let out an irritated sigh through her strained expression. Then she realized she was still cradled in Woo Shin-hyung's arms and startled.
"S-sorry...!"
"Forget it. Just hurry up and walk. The theater's right up ahead."
Sure enough, the cinema's sign loomed in the distance. It was a short stroll even on a good day.
Not that Ha Yoon was in any good condition right now.
"Master~! Hurry up!"
"Isn't she embarrassed at all...."
Woo Shin-hyung shook his head at Han Seol-ah waving wildly from ahead, then said to Ha Yoon,
"I'm heading on first."
"W-wait...."
Walking's tough right now. She wanted to say it, but before she could, Woo Shin-hyung's long legs carried him striding toward Han Seol-ah.
Ha Yoon pitifully reached after his receding back, then clutched her stomach again and waddled forward.
"Hnng, hng...."
Despite her clenched lips, lewd cries leaked out bit by bit. The four rotors vibrating inside rubbed against each other, making the already intense buzz feel even fiercer.
'But I don't want to cum squirting like a slut right here on the street...!'
Clinging to that one thought, Ha Yoon shuffled ahead slowly, step by agonizing step. Orgasms hit several times along the way, forcing her to squat, but somehow she made it to the theater entrance.
"Whoa, you're drenched in sweat."
Just as Han Seol-ah said, Ha Yoon looked like she'd stumbled out of a sauna.
Sweat plastered her hair and skin, her black underwear starkly visible underneath. At the faint whiff of sweat, Han Seol-ah pinched her nose theatrically and muttered,
"And you reek of it too."
"Seol-ah, hng, please, turn it off, hnng...!"
"Yeah, let's pause it, Seol-ah. We'll get banned from the theater at this rate."
"If Master insists."
At Woo Shin-hyung's prompting from the side, Han Seol-ah pouted and hit the switch.
"Hnng?!"
At once, the rotors in her belly went berserk, thrumming wildly.
Ha Yoon's eyes flew wide as she stared at Han Seol-ah. The buzzing now audible even outside made Woo Shin-hyung eye her in mild surprise too.
"Oops. My bad."
Her thumb had habitually landed on the intensity-up button, and she'd pressed it all the way without thinking.
"M-mistake my—"
ass. Ha Yoon couldn't even finish before doubling over.
It's coming. An orgasm dwarfing all the previous ones. The backlash from holding back made it utterly unbearable.
Ha Yoon couldn't contain it anymore. Her eyes rolled back as a cry tore from her throat.
"~~~!"
But no sound escaped. Woo Shin-hyung swiftly clamped a hand over her mouth while scooping her up, hustling into the alley between buildings.
All the while, Ha Yoon kept climaxing. She gushed so hard her skirt soaked through like she'd pissed herself, no hiding the flood of juices anymore.
Watching her convulse like she was seizing, Woo Shin-hyung chided Han Seol-ah.
"If you push her this far, we can't even go to the theater."
"Jeez, it really was an accident."
"Whatever. Kill the rotors."
"Yessir~"
Han Seol-ah hit the button properly this time. With the rotors falling silent—no longer buzzing loud enough for Woo Shin-hyung to hear—Ha Yoon's body felt noticeably heavier in his arms.
'Passed out.'
Woo Shin-hyung glanced at her closed eyes, then slid a hand to her lower belly. He extracted the rotors still lodged in her pussy, undid the band holding them in, and chucked the whole mess deep into the alley.
"Such a waste."
"No room to store 'em anyway. Want me to toss 'em in your eco-bag?"
"Ew, no. The juices would dirty it up."
"Exactly."
Woo Shin-hyung replied as he checked over Ha Yoon's body. Her underwear and clothes were beyond ruined—might as well have gone swimming.
This wrecked any plans they'd had. As he pondered, Han Seol-ah, who'd crept up and squatted down nearby, suddenly yelped like she'd spotted treasure.
"Master! Check this out!"
"What now."
"Ha Yoon's pussy is totally sopping—super fuckable!"
Somehow she'd slipped fingers inside during that. A long string of juices dangled between her thumb and index finger. Woo Shin-hyung eyed it with disdain, but he couldn't hide his dick stiffening.
Plus, she was right—it looked damn inviting. After a moment's thought, he shifted Ha Yoon to one arm and undid his pants.
"You're doing it here?"
"You got me hard. Can't be helped."
"Then do me this time! You fucked her earlier!"
Ignoring Han Seol-ah's shrill yell, Woo Shin-hyung pulled out his cock, stripped off Ha Yoon's drenched clothes and underwear completely, then gripped her waist with both hands and thrust up into her.
"Huu...."
"Ooh...."
Unlike Ha Yoon's unconscious sigh, Woo Shin-hyung gasped and shuddered. Her pussy, relentlessly teased by four rotors, had become the ultimate onahole—made for swallowing cock.
Savoring the slick, clinging flesh, he rocked his hips leisurely at first. But his pace quickened. With his grip on her waist, Ha Yoon's limp body dangled off the ground, flopping limply with every thrust.
Her occasional breaths were the only proof she wasn't a lifeless doll.
"Master, that's not fair!"
Han Seol-ah whined at being totally ignored, reduced to a mere masturbation aid. But she couldn't tear herself away, so she tiptoed close amid the pistoning and pressed her lips to his.
He didn't dodge that. Even panting roughly, Woo Shin-hyung dipped his head to meet Han Seol-ah's kiss. Flesh-slapping and tongue-mingling sounds echoed through the alley.
"Chup, mm, chup, slurp... Ah!"
"Stop, stop. Gonna cum—back off a bit."
"Then cum in my mouth, not hers!"
He nipped her insistent tongue to push her away, prompting her furious begging. Her constant interruptions grated as his climax built, but Woo Shin-hyung sighed.
"Fine, fine. Your mouth it is—just give me space now. Hard to thrust."
"Promise?!"
"Yeah."
Only then did Han Seol-ah retreat. Free of interference, his sluggish pistoning turned ferocious without restraint. The thwap-thwap-thwap of flesh on flesh was worlds apart from before—a full-power pounding.
"Seol-ah."
As climax neared, Woo Shin-hyung yanked out of Ha Yoon's pussy and called her name, as promised. His cock twitched and throbbed, ready to burst. Han Seol-ah beamed.
"Bon appétit~"
Her plump lips engulfed the glans. Spurt, spurt—thick semen surged up his urethra, flooding her mouth. The sheer volume ballooned her cheeks instantly, but she gulped it straight down to her stomach.
After swallowing the endless load and licking him clean, Han Seol-ah planted a kiss on the tip and opened wide.
"All done."
She grinned proudly. Woo Shin-hyung patted her head fondly.