Suck Thirty Times
I decided to turn the third-floor attic into the management office since, unlike the first and second floors, it was a completely separate space. That meant it was my room as the manager. I hauled Grandfather's old laptop up there.
"Grandpa, why not just get a PC instead of a laptop? You could play baduk on a big screen."
I'd recommended a PC since he loved playing baduk online, but he insisted on something portable for wandering around, so he bought a laptop. It was decent specs—I'd picked it out myself—and now it was mine anyway.
I plugged in the USB and opened the folder.
A video, huh.
I double-clicked to play it.
A young guy in just his panties sits on a sofa. Fancy decorations and pricey furniture—looks like a hotel suite. He exhales a deep drag from his cigarette and makes a call somewhere.
"How'd it go with that bitch?"
"She's appearing? Next week?"
"Yeah, right. A hot piece like that going around filming in neighborhoods? Makes no sense."
"She's obsessed with views and subs, so scratch her there good."
"I'll send drugs—slip 'em to her at the afterparty. You did great last time, right?"
"Fuck, you try eating pussy from a chicken coop. My mouth opens up, falls apart. Can't live without a young one for a palate cleanser."
"Hit me up after—bring the girls and chow down. Clean up good."
"It's fine. You think I haven't done this once or twice?"
"Good—nail this, and I'll hook you up."
"Yeah. I'll leave it there, grab it."
He hangs up, grimaces, and chucks his phone onto the opposite sofa.
"Fucking prick—why's he asking for so much shit? Horny mutt."
On the bed behind him, a naked woman lies sprawled. Easy to guess what they'd been up to.
Why the hell is that guy in the video...?
I knew the face. A few years back, he'd caused a massive scandal and got booted from the industry. Word was he'd fled Korea—when'd he sneak back?
Go Jeong-uk.
Former leader of a hot boy group, switched to acting, hit it big with a few dramas at his peak. Huge in Korea, but Japan and Southeast Asia went nuts for him as a Hallyu star.
He'd raped a woman at a bar with accomplices. Tried claiming innocence at first, then "consensual" when more victims piled up. Then leaks about sharing illegal sex tapes in a group chat, drugging with chaebol heirs, wild parties at villas with rookies and trainees. His image tanked during the investigation; got prison time and a permanent ban from showbiz.
How the hell's he tangled with Na-young?
After release, he bolted Korea. Rumors: stripping in Japanese soaplands, scraping by with fanmeets in SEA clubs, sponsored by a Chinese chaebol wife. None linked to Na-young, but the Trouble Cookie warned this bastard was scheming.
I rewound, replayed the call. "Neighborhood shooter"—had to be Na-young. If the convo held, she'd appear on some channel's live next week. That channel tied to Go Jeong-uk.
Drug her and fuck her, huh.
Blood boiled backward. With me around, he dares touch Na-young? Gave me reason to snap his neck.
Problem: no clue where he was. No idea who he called. No channel, no offer details.
"Showing me this means solve Na-young's problem, right?"
Sharp eyes. Once registered as a heroine, it constantly checks for risks even outside the house. Can't have other guys touching first, like this case.
"Obviously."
Trouble Cookie showed Na-young linking to Go Jeong-uk—figure it out, cut the tie.
This is basically a real-world quest—you handle it yourself, Ji-hoon. No extra info or hints.
"Don't need 'em. I'll figure it out."
Before Yemina-i and the Common Sense Alteration System, I was Mir Entertainment's fixer. Staff and celebs I'd helped? Countless. Tougher cases than this, solved with grit, smarts, and connections.
Na-young's virginity on the line—who else but me?
Solving a heroine's problem personally builds affection you can bring back to the Common Sense Alteration House. For transfer, the heroine must clearly recognize you solved it.
Right choice to handle it direct. Time to rack up points with Na-young.
Bonus if she sees me as a man.
Glanced at the clock: 2 a.m. Call my info guy in the morning. Booze kicking in, so I headed downstairs. Clean up bottles, snacks, crash.
Perk updated. Check before quests.
Status window popped up—New mark on the store.
Ooh, nipple suck!
Finally, time to suck Na-young's pink nips (expected). Triple the breast price, but I bought without hesitation.
Kissing the manager when entering the house is common sense.
The manager kneading breasts is common sense.
The manager sucking nipples is common sense. (NEW)
Proud of the growing list, then the quest window burst open.
Perform the mission per the altered common sense and claim rewards!
Extra quest to expand permitted areas (breasts).
Unlike tutorial, no penalty—but fail once, no redo.
◈ Altered Common Sense:The manager sucking nipples is common sense.
◈ Mission: Suck Jo Na-young's nipples 30+ times in the bathroom.
◈ Notes: Must follow heroine's instructions to enter bathroom. Temp access card issued (one-time use).
◈ Rewards:
— Cash: 5M won
— Points: 500pt
— Affection: +10
No heroine nearby, so no time stop. A card-key floated then vanished—temp access card, probably.
Access card? For my house?
"Access card? Why for my own place?"
With the card, you can enter freely no matter what she's doing. She'll think your presence is normal.
"No matter what? Like... if she's masturbating in her room, card lets me walk in?"
Yep. Won't bat an eye—keeps going.
Jaw dropped. Invisible man peeping, basically.
Better than invisible—she reacts to you.
"How?"
See in the morning. Better experienced.
Notes said follow heroine's orders—probably tied to her reactions. Na-young shyly opening the bathroom door, hot scene.
Temp card one-use only. Permanent ones from high-rank or random quests—grind 'em.
Needed for all private areas except living room/kitchen. Turned sofa toward door so Na-young could spot me easy in morning, then slept.
Dreamed of hundreds of women thrusting out tits, whining for sucks.
*****
"...Get up..."
What?
"Fuck, wake up!"
Someone shook me awake. Groggy, I pried eyes open. Na-young.
"Gonna shower—get up. Feeling gross as hell."
Half-asleep, didn't catch it. Shower? So what?
"Everything's inside—wash yourself. Why wake me?"
"Why? Gotta suck 'em in the bathroom, duh. Get up already!"
Huh! Eyes snapped wide. This was the quest kicking off!
"R-right, gotta suck. Forgot, haha."
Awkward laugh, stood. She shook head pityingly.
"Man, what a thing to forget. Hurry up."
Entered bathroom, started stripping. Lifted tee—plump tits swung free, bounced back. Nips peach-pink as expected, perky atop spread areolae.
Fuck, so hot. Wanna suck.
Dropped panties—Y-zone bush revealed. Even length, neat— she grooms.
"Not undressing?"
"Huh?"
"Huh? Gonna suck dressed? What's with you?"
Too natural—brain lagged. Common sense alteration stronger than thought.
Couldn't hesitate—stripped fast. Panties down, cock sprang up like spring, ceiling-bound.
Eyes bulged, gulped. First look since kid baths at childhood friend's proud dick—fair reaction.
Grabbed shower puff from shelf, handed it.
"Ran hard yesterday—exhausted. Wash me."
Notes: follow heroine's orders. Clears quest, heh heh heh.
