Baek Woon and the Scent
Baek Woon looked down at me and smiled.
A smirk of pure mockery, aimed at my situation—kneeling, rubbing my chest up and down his shaft.
"That's it. Get a good long whiff of that cock."
He stroked my head gently, the way you'd praise a puppy.
It was so humiliating I almost wished he'd just taunt me to my face instead.
"Ugh……."
Head bowed in shame, I focused on moving my breasts up and down again. Let's get this over with. Before I—a man on the inside—get addicted to the smell of cock.
Twenty minutes had probably passed by now.
Handling my already heavy, massive tits and squeezing them nonstop like that had left my wrists aching and numb.
"Sniff……, hnn……."
"Pfft, sniffing away with your hands trembling like that—you look just like a cat in heat."
"Haaah……."
As time passed, my nose was growing accustomed to the smell of cock. In the end, I gave up on my last shred of reason and pressed my nostrils flush against the surface of his glans, keeping up the titjob.
The musky scent of his cock rolling in wave after wave, and the slick, pleasant feel of the glans against my skin, made my stomach clench over and over. The last scraps of pride and resolve I'd sworn to hold onto dissolved into foam—and now every time I inhaled that smell, a bashful little smile crept across my face.
"Hmm, you're reacting, but something's still missing."
"Heheh, sniff……. Hoooo……."
"So you're not even trying to hide that you're sniffing it anymore."
"Haah……."
I had no idea what the hell was happening to me. It was just a dirty smell, that was all. And yet it felt like every worry and anxiety in the world was being washed away—as if this, this one moment, was the only thing in existence worth focusing my sense of smell on. Every breath of that cock scent sent my mood soaring, drowning me in lewd, euphoric bliss.
My already sopping-wet pussy had soaked past the point of no return, leaking arousal through my clothes and pooling into a puddle on the floor.
"Hmm……, oh right! Let me borrow these for a sec?"
Baek Woon reached toward me, asking permission in the most token way possible. Toward my nipples.
He grabbed both of them—the cute little show-offs proudly poking out of my cleavage—pinching them between his fingers, then yanked them hard toward himself.
"Ooook!!♡"
"Wow, that's the loudest sound you've made all day."
Pssshhh—! Psshooo—!
The stimulation on my nipples alone was enough to make arousal fountain out of my pussy. I buried my face in Baek Woon's thigh, panting, barely managing to ride out the orgasm. The sensation was so intense, so utterly new, that I couldn't move a single finger.
Fuck. This isn't why I spent all that time training my nipples. What had once been my own secret pleasure—nipple masturbation—had turned into poison. I'd cooked the porridge and handed it straight to the dog.
"Nnghaaah……♡"
The one saving grace in all of this was that the puddle of pussy juice on the floor was out of Baek Woon's line of sight, hidden behind where he sat in his chair. If he'd caught that, I didn't even want to imagine what degrading things he'd say.
"Why'd your chest stop? Keep moving."
"Nnghhh—hk!♡"
Another vicious twist of my nipples, like he was putting actual feeling into it this time. The shock hit like a critical blow, snapping my head back—and my eyes met Baek Woon's.
Drool stringing from my lips, nostrils flaring, eyes rolled white. My own face, utterly debauched, reflected in his gaze. And at the sight of Baek Woon's smile—savoring every last inch of my degradation—my whole body shuddered again.
Psssh! Pssshh!
"Gghaaahk……♡"
"Your moaning sounds like a pig squealing."
"D-don't twiiist theeeem……♡ Oooohk♡"
"Whew…… your face is so fucked-out and ugly it's goddamn hot."
I could feel his cock, buried in the valley of my breasts, twitch and lurch. A sensation I knew far too well—the telltale sign of an impending ejaculation. I couldn't let this moment slip, so I squeezed my breasts tighter and pumped up and down with everything I had. Determined to wring his cum out no matter what. Praying for that white, sticky load to come pouring out. I stared at his glans and inhaled.
"Ugh…! You like my cock that much?"
Like hell I do. I was only moving because I wanted to end this filthy, vulgar farce as soon as possible. Even if electric jolts of pleasure rippled from the scent filling my nose and my pinned nipples, making my hips buck on their own—my goal was to stop this fucking farce and kick Baek Woon, that son of a bitch, out of my bunker.
Really. Genuinely.
As I kept rocking my chest, his cock pulsed and twitched harder than before.
"Here it comes……!"
Brrrrrt! Brrrrrrrt!
Lost in the hazy fog of his cock's scent, I'd forgotten something. That the pressure of an ejaculating load was far stronger than I'd imagined. The cum splattered across my face carried a thick, rich fragrance with it—the smell of masculinity itself, viscous and fishy-sweet. A small trickle of it dripped into my nostrils, and that obscene, filthy stench drove straight into my brain like a nail.
"Oooohk, hoooooook!!♡"
Have I… broken? A convulsion seized my whole body, twisting me over backward onto the floor. There I lay, arms and legs splayed out in a ridiculous sprawl, like a flipped-over frog.
Fsssssssssh! Fsshooo!
Ssssshhhhrrrk…….
Without my even realizing it, arousal and piss were spraying out through my clothes.
"Nnghaaahk……♡"
"……Wow. What a spectacle."
Looking down at me as I shamelessly soaked the floor with my piss, Baek Woon snapped photo after photo with his phone camera.
Click—, click—.
Even hearing the shutter, there was nothing I could do. I didn't have the strength left to move my body, let alone my mouth.
"Eun Yuyeon, thanks to you I just had a hell of a show."
Baek Woon crouched down beside me and tapped my thigh with his finger. Then he pressed down hard and rubbed the puffy flesh of my pussy, swollen and bulging through my soaked clothes.
"I-I just came……! Ooooohk……!"
Pssshooooo, brrrrt.
It felt like being hit in the exact spot I'd just come from. The pleasure was so absurdly good that my hips kept lifting off the floor into the air and slamming back down, over and over.
"If you'd known this was coming, maybe you shouldn't have promised to only make me cum once before I left."
"Hnngh……♡"
"Whew……. Well, can't have you lying to me, so I'll head out for today."
Like a victor, he lazily patted my head, then picked up the T-shirt I'd tossed aside earlier. He wiped the cum and precum off his cock with it, used his ticket, and returned to his convenience store.
"That son of a bitch! I'll tear him limb from limb! Nngh……♡"
To think I got treated like a plaything by the likes of Baek Woon. Ever since that humiliating day, I'd been so furious I barely slept all week.
……Though a few new problems had cropped up, too.
"Fuck, fuck……! Ooohk♡"
The problem was that masturbation didn't feel right anymore without the smell of cock. These days I could only reach orgasm by burying my nose in the T-shirt I'd wiped Baek Woon's cum with, pinching my nipples and rubbing my clit.
Fssssssh, shhhhhrrk…….
That was already my third session today alone. Like someone touching their dick for the very first time, I was addicted to this new pleasure, pouring every spare hour into 'scent masturbation.' Only when the post-nut clarity finally set in could I recover my sanity. And as I wiped up the floor ruined by my arousal, I forced myself to think coldly and clearly.
First—the abilities I currently had.
Fuck, do I even have the right to call these "abilities"?
Either way, the System had granted me two additional ones.
And.
Your Awakening ability (Gender Shift) is being enhanced.
Condition achieved: A man's first ejaculation.
Reward granted: Inexhaustible Body
– The volume of bodily fluids you expel increases, while internal fluid consumption decreases.
– Those who consume or absorb the holder's bodily fluids recover their condition.
– Side effect: If another person absorbs too much of your fluids, they may experience maddening sexual impulses.
Put simply, I'd become a human energy-drink dispenser. Because of that bastard Baek Woon, I'd been force-fed an ability I never wanted, and my entire daily life and routine had been thrown completely out of whack.
So, on the third day after he'd gone back, I carried out my revenge.
First, I started mapping out the structure of Baek Woon's skill. He seemed to carry the risk of being compelled to act in a way that kept everything he said from turning out to be a "lie." I didn't know what penalty he'd suffer for breaking that constraint, but Baek Woon was clearly quite mindful of it. This hypothesis was close to certainty—because that sex-crazed crow bastard had walked away on his own two feet without devouring me, even while I was out of my mind, gushing pussy juice and gasping like a bitch in heat.
"No way he's that much of a saint."
But if my deduction was right, there was one unsettling implication: his threats about the GPS tracker and exposing my location on the gallery might have been true as well. It was that anxiety that had driven me to plan my revenge—stealing his line of sight so I could deliver my message.
The fact that Baek Woon alone knew the location of my bunker didn't bother me much. Monsters swarmed the area around it to the point of infestation. There was simply no way for him to find his way to a bunker built deep in the mountains on his own—unless, that is, I personally opened a portal for him with a ticket. For now, this place remained my one sanctuary, the only place in the world where I could move safely and freely.
A week later.
Things had more or less settled down, and a kind of hard-won peace had settled over my days. Even my five-plus jack-off sessions a day had definitely dwindled—my body had simply grown used to the stimulation.
The remaining problems were:
That I still hadn't kicked the habit of masturbating with a scent. And that, without even thinking, I'd thrown the T-shirt Baek Woon left behind into the washing machine.
"……The smell is gone."
The cum stench that had once hit my nose like a slap had faded into the scent of fabric softener. Which meant that no matter how much I pinched my nipples and rubbed my clit alone, orgasm was now out of reach. I'm jerking off like crazy but I can't finish? Just imagining it was enough to drive a person insane.
And while I was running around in circles trying to find a solution, one post on the Gangwon-do Gallery caught my eye.
Buying worn panties.
Piss, pussy juice, whatever—if they've got a bunch of stuff on them, even better.
Offering 500,000 points.
Trades also accepted.
Worn panties, huh…….