The Victor's Deep Kiss and Sweet Nosebleed

"Haa... haa... Fuck, I'm fucked..."

With my smartphone dropped under the bed, I looked up at the woman pinning me down, gasping for breath.

Sehee lay there with silvery saliva trailing from her lips, my small white feet buried between her massive breasts. Only then did she flash a perfect victor's seductive smile.

'If I advance, survival rate is 27%.'

A number I'd never calculated before surfaced in my mind.

I deliberately ignored it.

'...As expected.'

That smile, those fox-like narrowed eyes, finally snapped the last thread of my sanity.

"Hey, you idiot!! Are you crazy?! Why the hell did you do that at that exact timing...!"

My screams had been broadcast live to Taeseok through the receiver, and shame mixed with rage surged up. As I panted and tried to push Sehee's bare shoulders away, it happened.

"Where do you think you're running?"

Thud-!

"Hic...?!"

Sehee's hand sliced through the air and seized both my frail wrists in one motion. Without giving me a chance to resist, she roughly shoved me back onto the bed.

My back sank deep into the soft mattress, knocking the wind out of me.

No matter how much I'd been the Rank 1 Destruction God in my past life, this body was nothing but a pathetic Guppy beauty with Strength: 2, Stamina: 1. Meanwhile, the woman before me was a battle-hardened Rank 3 Archmage. The difference in raw strength was already overwhelming, like an adult versus a child.

My thin wrists were completely trapped in one of Sehee's hands and pinned firmly above my head.

She also drove her heavy, toned thighs between my legs, crushing down to completely block any resistance. A perfect mount position. There was nowhere to run.

"Let go! Hey, Yoo Se... Mmph?!"

I couldn't even finish speaking.

Sehee, who had me pinned, lowered her head like a beast sinking its fangs into its prey's neck and slammed her lips against mine.

"Mmph!! Mmmph...!!"

It was a violent, far deeper and more intense kiss than the one on the bench yesterday.

Sehee's hot, wet lips crushed down over mine. Her flexible, scorching tongue forced its way between my clenched teeth without hesitation.

Slurp, squelch-.

The obscene sound of mucous membranes rubbing together filled the room.

Her tongue explored every inch of my mouth, tickling my soft palate, tangling around the base of my tongue, greedily devouring every breath I took.

I twisted my head desperately, struggling.

'She's insane! This is wrong! No matter what, two women doing this sloppy kissing...!'

My manly pride screamed for rescue.

I tried to yank my bound wrists free and flailed my legs in the air, pushing at her waist.

But.

'Ah... aah? Why? My strength... it's not coming...'

I had been angry. My mind wanted to kick this crazy mage in the solar plexus.

Yet her overwhelming tongue technique, relentlessly violating my mouth, was injecting pleasure straight into my brain like a drug. The muscles that had tried to resist were melting away in real time, as if lying.

My rough exhales had already turned into sweet, sticky nasal moans soaked in pleasure.

"Haa... mmh, ah... haa..."

Insane. I couldn't believe the coquettish sounds coming from my own mouth.

This was on a completely different level from when I used to take the lead in bed as Kang Jinho. The overwhelming passivity of being perfectly dominated, crushed by force, and forced to feel pleasure.

That depraved, violent sense of submission was madly awakening the 'female instincts' imprinted on my twenty-year-old girl's body.

'Was Yoo Sehee always this good ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠at kissing?'

My mind flickered white.

The fingers that had been struggling to push Sehee away had lost their strength and were now pitifully clutching the hem of her pajamas. My hips arched into a lewd curve without my permission, and my now-voluptuous breasts pressed tightly against hers, sending sparks of friction through me.

Eventually.

"Hah... slurp, mmh..."

I trembled, my tightly shut eyes fluttering, and completely abandoned this pathetic resistance.

Instead, I began carefully meeting and tangling with Sehee's hot tongue as it stirred inside my mouth like it owned the place. I clung to my ex-girlfriend's tongue like a madwoman, sweetly swallowing the saliva she gave me.

I had thrown myself, completely and willingly, into the depths of becoming a female.

Vrrr-! Vrrr-! Zing-!

Even as the gods went berserk, my smartphone that had rolled under the bed kept vibrating and screaming on the floor.

The screen flashed wildly with [Caller: Kim Taeseok (Our House Puppy Tanker)].

Taeseok must have completely lost his mind after hearing my earlier screams and was desperately calling over and over.

But neither Sehee nor I paid any attention to the phone pitifully ringing on the floor.

If anything, the vibrating sound pounding against the floor became an intense stimulant that poured fuel on this depraved kiss, stabbing at my lower belly.

'Sorry, Taeseok... Your noona is... hah, your ex-girlfriend's tongue is so sweet I think I'm losing it...'

Right after letting that pure-hearted guy on the other end of the line hear my shameful moans, I was now losing my mind and tangling tongues with the obsessive yandere ex who caused it all.

In this terrifying pleasure-filled love triangle, I followed Sehee's lead, drooling helplessly as I indulged in the kiss.

"Haa, haa... ah..."

If Sehee is a straight-up yandere attacker,

Can I be one too?

If two of them mix,

Would it be Puppy God Technique?

Wow, genius.

Don't turn into dog meat soup!

Stop hating dogs!

Hehe, I like it.

I'm doing a good thing.

How long had we been kissing like that, lost in each other?

Just as my entire body ran out of ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠oxygen and my vision began to spin, a sudden metallic scent hit my nose.

Plop-. Drip.

When I slightly turned my head to breathe, something warm and red trickled from my nostril and landed on Sehee's white cheek.

A nosebleed.

"Huh...?"

Only then did Sehee flinch and pull away from my lips.

Between our saliva-stretched lips, the red blood flowing from my nose ran down over my lips and spread to my chin.

The aftereffects of yesterday's Abyss boss raid, combined with the nonstop skinship bombardment all night and the extreme tension of depravity that exploded this morning, had finally caused the fragile blood vessels of a Stamina 1 Guppy to burst spectacularly under the unbearable pleasure and oxygen deprivation.

"Haa... haa... Nose... nosebleed..."

As I dazedly tried to wipe the blood trailing down my chin, Sehee's red eyes, looking down at me, began to shimmer with a strange heat upon seeing the blood spreading across my pale skin.

Instead of wiping it away, she swiped the blood droplet that had splashed onto her own cheek with her finger and lewdly licked it into her mouth.

"S-Sehee...?"

Sehee ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠slowly lowered her head toward my face again.

Then she began to slowly, very sensually, lick up the thick red nosebleed flowing from the bridge of my nose down to my lips with the tip of her hot tongue.

Lick, slurp-.

The metallic taste of blood mixed with her sweet saliva, filling the room with an unbearably erotic sound. It was a maddening, obsessive hunger, as if she intended to suck up every last drop of my blood.

Faced with that beastly yet breathtakingly sexy sight, instead of fear, I felt a sharp pleasure stabbing at my lower belly.

I had completely forgotten any thought of resisting. With wet eyes, I simply looked up at Sehee licking up my nosebleed, entranced, as I breathed heavily.

There was no longer any trace of the manly Kang Jinho in this room.

Only a single frail female, tamed and corrupted by her predator, lay sprawled across the bed.

Just as that suffocating silence and gaze lingered stickily between us—

Bang-!!

"......?!"

At the sudden, dull impact, Sehee's movements as she licked up my nosebleed stopped dead.

I too froze, my pupils shaking wildly. The only sounds in the room were my ragged breathing and the vibrating smartphone still whining on the floor.

Sehee and I both held our breath as if on cue, unable to say a word.

That brief, eerie silence must have completely provoked whoever was outside.

When there was no ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠answer or sign of life from within—

Bang bang bang bang bang-!!! CRASH-!!!

"......!!!"

A violent, tremendous roar shook the entire apartment, as if the front door was about to be torn off its hinges.

It wasn't just knocking. It was a brutal vibration, like a massive battering ram smashing into metal.

Someone—no, that 2-meter-tall 'puppy' who had completely lost his mind—was frantically trying to smash our front door from outside.