Just Fuck Her Already
Yeah, I should just go for it.
‘Mind Speaker?’ I’d gotten excited thinking it was a new common sense unlock, but nope—it was just a reward message. So much for that. I opened my status window anyway, curious about the item.
There at the bottom of the list was the new item I’d just received.
An item that peers into the target's inner thoughts.
When used, reveals what the target is thinking for 1 hour.
Cannot be used on heroines.
‘What the hell?’ I’d gotten an item that couldn’t be used on heroines. My goal was sex with heroines, and here was a reward I couldn’t even use on them.
Heroines have their common sense altered, so there's no need to peek into their thoughts. This item is for non-heroines.
Ye Mina chimed in with an explanation.
“Why peek into the thoughts of someone who’s not a heroine?”
You're only going to have sex with heroines? The more women, the better, right?
Huh?
“So, does that mean I can have sex with non-heroines too?”
Yes. Heroines are like your official wives—guests living with you, Jihun. But there are women who aren't heroines but still take an interest in you and come around. This item helps you target them.
Heroines were full-time residents of the Common Sense Alteration House, available for sex anytime I wanted. Non-heroines who came knocking were freelancers for when I needed them. I didn’t get why they were separated like that, but more women to fuck? No reason to complain.
Non-heroines don't have altered common sense, so you have to seduce them directly. But no quest restrictions. If they consent, you can go from kissing straight to sex in one go.
‘That’s not bad.’ Step-by-step seduction like a game was fun, but sometimes it left me frustrated and wanting to cross the line. Now I had a way to one-night-stand it all at once. Whether my smooth talk and boldness could pull off a one-shot conquest was another story.
*
Jo Nayoung sat up from the bed, sprawled out and breathing raggedly, her face dazed. She still hadn’t shaken off the afterglow of her climax.
“You’ve really never done this to a girl before… right?”
“You call that a question? Who the hell would I do this to?”
“But how are you this good? I thought I was gonna die.”
“You won’t die from a fingering, so don’t worry.”
The sex skill had done most of the work, but seeing her so satisfied still made me proud. Hey, it was my fingers that sent her over.
“My fingers aren’t gonna cut it anymore, so take responsibility. Your words, not mine.”
“Might not need it, but if I ask, you’ll do it, right?”
“What bullshit? Can’t a guest masturbate in a guesthouse?”
We’d be fucking every day—no way she’d need to masturbate—but the words caught in my throat. In this system-dominated world, sex wasn’t even an option for her yet.
“Just saying. It’s no big deal—don’t sweat it.”
“What kinda—huh?”
“What’s up?”
Her eyes went wide as she looked down.
“It’s still alive.”
Not fully hard, but at half-mast. The excitement from making her cum lingered.
“You jacked off in the bathroom.”
“You came twice after that—you gonna ignore that?”
“Oh.”
She glanced back and forth between my face and cock with a guilty look. If you’re that sorry, suck it off.
“Sit here.”
My telepathy must’ve worked. Knowing full well what was coming, I sat in front of her and spread my legs. Her sticky gaze made it point toward the ceiling again.
“Looks like it’s expecting a lot.”
“It’d stand even if it was a corpse if you said you’d suck it.”
She giggled at the line, gently rolling my balls. Her warm-up skills were no joke.
“Our Jihun’s balls are handsome too. Sis’ll suck you off real good.”
“Cut the ‘sis’ crap. Three months older—what’s the big deal?”
“Mentally, it’s three years.”
With that, she popped one ball in her mouth. The gentle rolling sent me to heaven—I groaned without thinking.
“Fuck, you suck dick like a pro.”
She smiled seductively, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. Classic move that drove guys wild.
Lick, lick—slurp—her tongue flicked around the tip, goosebumps rising. She spread the spit lube over the whole head, then swallowed it whole. No quick pop out—instead, her tongue swirled inside, pure bliss. How’d her skills level up so fast? A few strokes in and out, then she pulled off. A string of saliva stretched between her lips and glans before snapping.
“Am I good?”
“Yeah. Insane. Where’d you practice?”
“Mm. Practiced.”
She’d seen a sex column on fellatio tips to melt boyfriends and practiced on a dildo. The fact she’d gone that far for me—her beaming smile was pure sex appeal.
“Can’t hold back? Cum whenever. In my mouth? Or…”
“On your face.”
A few minutes later, Nayoung’s face was white as a flipped birthday cake. Not just the feel, but the sight was pure satisfaction—a perfect facial.
*****
Mir Entertainment CEO Office—Min Ayoung handed a file to her staff.
“Proceed as is. Double-check the schedule with the AR team.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
As the staff left, her waiting secretary entered.
“Any word from Director Jo?”
“Yes. ProMinence schedule’s clear. They’re probably at the handshake event now—”
“No need to report schedules.”
What Min Ayoung really wanted to know was something else.
“How’s Ara?”
“She’s been great since you visited. Smiling so much Director Jo has to rein her in.”
All thanks to Kang Jihun, but Min Ayoung said nothing. She’d snuck him in without the company knowing.
‘Ara’s laughter machine, huh? It was real.’
After meeting Jihun and getting that figurine, Jang Ara’s anxiety vanished. Her mentality stabilized miraculously.
‘Weird.’
It wasn’t just Ara. No celebrities who’d gone through Jihun had a bad word to say. Even that whiny drunk Han Yura begged to keep him on. Word was he didn’t grovel—he tamed them like a lion handler.
Take herself: the Geumyoung Group background never fazed him. If something was off, he’d stare straight and say his piece. And it never pissed her off—that was the mystery of the guy.
‘27… almost 10 years younger.’
She’d taken interest when he was labeled a troublemaker employee. If he’d been a problem child or inquisitor, she’d have fired him on sight. Turns out he was more fixer. She’d visited him in the hospital after he got stabbed saving a reporter. “Gotta heal fast now that the CEO’s here,” he’d grinned—pretty cute.
He’d tangled in more incidents after, but dove in body-first to solve them. No rewards, yet more proactive than anyone.
‘Great body, and that face…’
Tall, broad shoulders, just-right muscles—she loved it. Hadn’t eyed a man since her sham marriage soured, but Jihun stuck in her mind. Her capable employee had become a reliable man, and seeing actresses and idols warm to him sparked more curiosity. What’s his secret?
‘Nothing like my husband.’
Even for an arranged marriage, she couldn’t stand him after learning he was shooting blanks. His fault, too.
‘That bastard acts like it while fucking around.’
He’d chased young, pretty things like a dog in heat. Even company actresses—quietly swept under the rug. Breathing the same air now was revolting. Without family ties, she’d have divorced ages ago.
‘Should just fuck him.’
Prime 30s and burning up, but Min Ayoung hadn’t tasted a real man in ages. Fingers or toys every time—now it just bred self-loathing. Couldn’t hook up with randos. Buying it hurt her pride, and peers lacked appeal. She needed someone unfazed by her background, no drama, tight-lipped, and ripped. Kang Jihun fit closest so far. His resignation had shocked her—heart dropped. She’d forced him to stay, but who knew when he’d bolt. Do it now or regret forever.
“Cancel all my afternoon schedule tomorrow.”
Decision made, she told her secretary. Time to check out that guesthouse he’d inherited.
*
“Ah, I wanna fuck.”
Mid-move of Jo Kyoungseok’s stuff, I plopped on the floor with a sigh. Two days without Nayoung’s pussy had me blurting it out.
“It’s a pre-signed contract—no helping it. I’ll pack Thursday and head down.”
She’d gone to Seoul for freelance work, threatening to kill me if I jerked off in the meantime. Wouldn’t stop me, but after her blowjob, solo didn’t cut it anymore. Body hooked beyond self-relief.
Thought a quest would pop at 50+ affection—still nothing.
‘No common sense sales, when’s it coming?’
Then a car pulled into the driveway. Fancy SUV, way too high-class for here.
‘Who’s that?’