What Happens When Fan Service Gets Too Strong

The man inside me let out a desperate scream, but my body, flushed pink, had already melted helplessly at Taeseok's single touch.

This was seriously insane. There was no room for games anymore.

My heart, which had never trembled even before a boss monster, was ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠now losing all control in the grip of my ball-buddy's hand!

I'd rather bite my tongue and die right now than submit to a male's pheromones like this. I squeezed every last bit of reason I had left and bit down hard on my lips. A sharp jolt ran through my lower belly.

But cruelly enough, the bare legs peeking out from under the oversized shirt were already trembling with an unknown heat.

'This is crazy. Kang Jinho, get a grip. That guy's your ball-buddy and little brother!'

I hadn't been this scared even facing the abyss boss monster.

But the thick, pot-lid-sized hand gripping my thin wrist right now was a threat on an entirely different level.

The trait Guppy (F).

It was registering even this kind of skinship as a threat and sending my heart rate skyrocketing.

If I lost the initiative here, even my pathetic remnants of male pride would vanish.

I desperately suppressed the alien pounding in my chest, twisted the corner of my mouth upward instead, and flashed the cocky grin I used to wear in my previous life.

"Hah, look at this bastard... your eyes are spinning."

"Huh? N-Noona..."

"Oh? If that's what you really want, then as the former Rank 1, I'll give you some real~ intense fan service."

I yanked my hand free from Taeseok's grip and grabbed him by the collar with all my strength.

"Follow me to the fitting room."

"..."

"Shit, hey! You're not coming on your own?!"

When I barked at him, Taeseok finally stumbled after me with a dazed look in his eyes.

Dragging the stumbling Taeseok along, I pulled him into the cramped single-person fitting room.

The moment I yanked the curtain shut, a sealed space for just the two of us was complete under the pink lighting.

"N-Noona? Why are we in here..."

Instead of answering, I forced Taeseok's shoulders down.

The air suddenly grew heavy.

We were so close that only our breathing could be heard.

I looked down at Taeseok and took a short breath.

The two-meter giant stood awkwardly in the narrow space before my push sent him against the wall, dropping to his knees.

How dare this bastard make me heat up like this?

I want some hot, spicy lasagna right now.

With lots of cheese.

He should've just bought me food instead.

Haa...

This is getting addictive.

Should I just eat this guy instead?

Thud—!

I reached out with my right hand and slammed the fitting room wall right beside Taeseok's cheek.

A classic wall slam.

When our faces drew close enough to almost touch, Taeseok's breathing grew as rough as a bull in heat.

I didn't stop there.

I lifted one of my bare white legs, exposed beneath the oversized shirt, and slid it between Taeseok's solid thighs.

The thin shirt hem fluttered as the soft inner flesh of my thigh pressed directly against the thick denim of his jeans.

"Hik...!"

Taeseok swallowed a breath and froze like a rock.

His thighs were like steel pillars, and my leg wedged between them felt as fragile as a twig.

But the initiative was completely in my hands.

Grinning, I pressed my thigh firmly against his center and began rubbing slowly and seductively.

"Hey, Kim Taeseok. You've wanted to do this since earlier, haven't you?"

"N-Noona... kuh, ugh... ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠P-Please, your leg..."

"Why? You're ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠enjoying it, so why pull away? Want more?"

When I pressed a little harder with my leg, thick veins bulged on Taeseok's neck.

His ears bright red, Taeseok trembled helplessly, not knowing what to do.

Seeing the guy who used to get joint locks from me every day in our past life now squirming from just the friction of my bare skin sent a strange thrill of ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠conquest down my spine.

At that moment, the holographic chat window floating before my eyes literally exploded.

I snorted at the gods' horrified reactions.

'See that? This is a real man's style. If you can't avoid it, become a slave to capitalism and enjoy it to the fullest.'

I was still teasing Taeseok like that, chuckling to myself, when—

"Huu..."

Taeseok's head, which had been bowed while kneeling, suddenly dropped lower, and a low, beast-like breath escaped him.

"Huh? Hey, what's wrong with you? Are you about to pass out..."

Before I could even finish, Taeseok snapped his head up like lightning and grabbed my thin waist with both large hands.

"Ow! Hey, wait... Mmph?!"

Before my waist could even scream from the pressure, Taeseok's hot lips roughly devoured mine.

It wasn't an awkward kiss.

His strong, burning tongue forced its way past my closed lips and began ravaging my mouth without mercy.

It swept across my palate and tightly coiled around the base of my tongue.

The technique was terrifyingly skilled and destructive.

'Crazy bastard! Get off!!'

I clenched my fist and tried to punch his Pacific Ocean-sized shoulders.

Thud, thud!

It was a full-powered iron fist, but against his massive pectorals it was nothing more than a girl's tantrum.

Completely ignoring my punches, Taeseok wrapped his hand around the back of my head and delved even deeper.

"Mmph... haa, suck..."

"Ugh, mmm...!"

The moment Taeseok's tongue bound my breath and plunged in densely, my mind flashed white and all strength drained from my body.

Whether it was because of that damn Guppy (F) trait or because this beautiful girl's body had truly submitted to a male's pheromones, my legs gave out completely. Taeseok pulled me onto his firm thigh.

The hands I had tried to push him away with were now tightly wrapped around his thick neck.

Wet, squelching sounds filled the narrow fitting room as the two of us frantically tangled our tongues.

This fragile, sensitive body responded helplessly to the pleasure he gave, even letting out shameful nasal moans.

"Mmmph...!"

Just then, the clerk's fake cough came from outside the curtain.

"Um, excuse me, customer~? If the size doesn't fit or if the space feels too 'cramped,' please let me know anytime~"

There was no way she hadn't heard the wet, explosive sounds coming from the middle of the store.

Her sly voice, pretending not to notice while clearly knowing everything, finally snapped Taeseok back to his senses. He pulled away in shock.

"Hah, hah... N-Noona! I must've gone crazy, I'm so sorry! I suddenly lost my mind..."

Taeseok looked pale, silver saliva trailing from his lips.

As oxygen rushed back in, my dizzy mind barely managed to steady itself.

I gasped roughly for breath, trembling with anger, shame, and an inexplicable excitement.

My male pride had been completely shattered.

"...You fucking bastard."

I gathered the last of my strength, grabbed Taeseok by the collar, and swept his legs.

Thud—!!

With a loud crash, the fitting room wall shook.

The giant tank was beautifully slammed onto the floor. I climbed on top of his chest and glared down at him with venomous eyes.

"If I gave you service, I should get a proper tip."

"N-Noona? Mmph!"

I slammed my lips down onto Taeseok's again.

Then I poured every last drop of the saliva that had been mixing in my mouth into his.

"Gulp."

Taeseok swallowed it all.

Overwhelmed by the intense act, his eyes rolled back and he foamed at the mouth, passing out for the second time.

"Haa, fuck... I'm really going to destroy you..."

I roughly wiped my flushed lips with the back of my hand and yanked the curtain open.

Outside, the clerk and several female customers were staring at me in horror, hands over their mouths.

My chat window had already reached critical mass.

"Um, excuse me... Should I call the police for you?"

The clerk at the counter asked with a pale face, stammering.

After hearing those crazy wet sounds from inside, only to see a fragile-looking silver-haired beauty walk out cursing and wiping her swollen lips while a two-meter giant lay unconscious with his eyes rolled back inside, it was understandable.

"No. This bastard just has really bad orthostatic hypotension."

"...Huh? O-Orthostatic hypotension...?"