Screwbar Morning Call and the Insane Thrill of Betrayal

"Hnn... hnn..."

"Uh... S-Sehee?"

No answer. The Rank 3 predator who had been devouring me with her eyes just moments ago was gone. In her place was a woman buried against my slender shoulder, lost in deep, peaceful sleep.

Up close, I could see the tear tracks around her eyes, still damp ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠and smeared messily.

She must have spent hellish days crying, convinced I had died to the Abyss Boss. The moment she saw me again, the tension had snapped and she'd passed out from sheer exhaustion.

A pang of guilt stirred something of my old macho self. I reached out to stroke her red hair—

"Mmm... Oppa... I'll never let you go even if you die... Hehe... I'll tie you to my bedpost..."

A chill raced down my spine.

Even her sleep-talk was pure yandere. I slowly withdrew my hand and swallowed hard.

The clock on the nightstand read 4 a.m.

Four in the morning. Any normal person would be dead to the world. After everything I'd been through today—the Abyss Boss raid, the four-legged beast play, the naked apron, the tank's erection, and my ex-girlfriend's bench press—I was shocked my F-rank Guppy body with 1 Stamina hadn't collapsed already.

But.

Haah... Fuck. Why can't I sleep?

I stared blankly at the dark ceiling, breathing raggedly.

The reason was obvious. I wanted to pretend otherwise, but my body was radiating heat in protest.

Sehee's firm, soft legs were tangled tightly around my thin, pale thighs. Even in deep sleep, her body heat seeped through the thin fabric of our pajamas and burned straight into my delicate skin.

The narrow single bed was saturated with her rich rose scent and the heavy, mature fragrance of a woman. Every breath made my head spin.

What drove me craziest was my body's reflexive reaction.

Those two fingers of hers earlier, sliding up the inside of my thigh before stopping at my nape. The path still burned like a brand.

My twenty-year-old peerless beauty body had completely surrendered to the overwhelming pheromone assault. My lower belly throbbed with heat, still desperately craving rough hands—someone's rough hands.

Wait. Am I actually... frustrated? Because those fingers stopped at my neck?

Shame brought tears to my eyes at my own filthy thoughts.

The itch between my thighs became unbearable. I twisted my legs together without thinking. My breasts, swollen from the Fertility Ring, rubbed against Sehee's with every movement, sending sparks of pleasure that gnawed away at my reason.

She'd worked me into this state and then fallen asleep drooling on my shoulder like it was nothing.

"Tch... Idiot. How can you stop there..."

The resentful complaint slipped out into the darkness.

I was insane. Completely, thoroughly insane. The pathetic pride of Rank 1 Kang Jinho had raised the white flag before the female instincts begging in my ex-girlfriend's arms.

My head screamed "I'm a man," while my flushed pink body ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠sobbed "Please touch me more." The horrible dissonance made me dizzy.

'That choice has... too high a failure rate.'

The voice in my head muttered quietly.

I tried to ignore it as usual, then paused.

'It's the same spot again.'

I rubbed the physiological tears from my eyes into the pillow and finally drifted into unconsciousness, caught between pleasure and shame.

The gods who had been watching my room all night and loading points began spamming the chat like lunatics.

Just then—

Vrrr— Vrrr—! Vrrr—!

The smartphone I'd tossed on the bed started vibrating violently enough to shake the frame.

Sehee pulled my finger out of her mouth with a wet pop, licked her lips glistening with silver saliva, and checked the screen.

In an instant, her languid, pleasure-drunk eyes sharpened like blades.

[Caller: Kim Taeseok (Our House's Dumb Tank)]

Of all things, the contact name I'd saved half-affectionately, half-jokingly in my past life was still there.

Sehee's cold, murderous gaze stabbed straight into my flushed face.

"Our house's... dumb dog? Kim Taeseok? You mean that brainless muscle-head Rank 6 tank bastard?"

"Huh? Uh, yeah. He's like a little brother I raised for ten years..."

Sehee snorted coldly and mercilessly pressed the answer button. Then she shoved the phone against my right ear.

"Answer it. Let's hear what kind of nonsense that dumb dog you raised is spouting this early."

"Hey, if you're holding it, how am I supposed to—"

[N-Noona! You picked up! You're awake?!]

Taeseok's loud, cheerful, and hopelessly bright voice blasted through the receiver.

At that exact moment, Sehee's free hand grabbed my defenseless left wrist on the bed and squeezed it like a chain.

[Yesterday... did you get home okay? I remember getting in the taxi, but after that it's all fuzzy. I didn't even drink, so it's weird that I blacked out. Did Noona take me home? Haha...]

I couldn't exactly say I'd knocked him out and dumped him. I forced a smile and tried to answer.

"Uh... y-yeah. I got home ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠fine too—"

Slurp! Lick! Suck—!

Before I could finish, Sehee shoved my left index and middle fingers deep into her mouth at once. Then, as if savoring a melting screwbar on a summer day, she began sucking with insane force.

"Hnn—?! Hah—!"

My back arched violently like I'd been struck by lightning.

This was no playful morning screwbar.

Sehee, eyes gone mad with jealousy, lightly bit the sensitive nerves at my fingertips ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠with her sharp canines while contracting her cheeks like a vacuum cleaner, squeezing and devouring my fingers.

[Noona? Why does your voice sound like that? Is someone there? What's with all the wet noises this early...?]

"N-no! Hnn, there's no one... ahh...! I just drank some water, haah!"

My right hand was pinned to my ear for the call. My left hand was completely sealed inside Sehee's wet mouth.

I had no hand left to cover my own mouth!

I bit my lower lip hard enough to draw blood, desperately trying to hold back the moans threatening to escape. But every time Sehee deliberately met my eyes and rolled her tongue between my fingers, suppressed whimpers leaked out.

[Uh... Noona, are you sick? Your breathing sounds really rough... Should I run over with some honey water right now?!]

"Haang—! N-no... don't come! I'm fine, hnn! My body just... suddenly turned into a peerless beauty... so I'm having trouble adjusting... haah..."

I was going insane.

On the other end of the line, the two-meter-tall pure-hearted tank who had been rubbing against my bare legs under the table last night was anxiously worrying about me.

And right in front of me, my obsessive ex-girlfriend who had pinned me down and kissed me senseless was sucking my fingers and dragging me into an abyss of pleasure.

There was no direct penetration or sex. Just fingers being sucked.

Yet the sheer depravity of this twisted, secret triangle relationship struck my brain with an overwhelming sense of immorality.

I have to put it in quickly.

So I can pull something out quickly.

Pray all you want to be number one in the Super Bowl.

Ever heard that story?

In and out. In and out?

Should I just let go?

Haah... I'm really losing it.

Caught between two former party members, the thrilling tension of making sure they never found out about this lewd situation.

And the fact that I was trapped right in the middle of their obsessive possessiveness... set my female instincts on fire.

Tears of pleasure finally streamed down my face as I bit my lip and endured.

The former Rank 1 Kang Jinho began trembling helplessly, surrendering to the depravity and pleasure, gasping for breath.