Welcome to another chapter of spiciness .
Hope you all enjoy DEARIES.
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The sound of my fingers sliding through her wetness was obscenely loud in the quiet room.
Squelch, Slick, Snap
Detective Kang So-young, the terror of the Violent Crimes Unit, was trembling like a leaf in a storm.
Her face was buried in the massage cradle, her hands gripping the edges of the table so hard her knuckles were white, as if she were holding on for dear life.
"You're soaking wet, Detective," I whispered, my voice rough and low, leaning down to bite the sensitive cord of muscle on her neck.
"Is this standard police procedure?
Or are you just a closet slut who gets off on being handled by a suspect?"
"Shut... up," she gasped, her hips bucking involuntarily against my hand.
"It's... the oil.
It's just the oil."
"Liar."
I pushed two fingers deep inside her.
She screamed...a muffled, strangled cry that died in the pillow.
Her pussy walls clamped around my fingers like a vice.
She was incredibly tight, hot, and textured with ridges that fluttered against my skin.
"Relax," I commanded, twisting my wrist inside her.
"You're clamping down.
If you fight it, it hurts. If you take it... it feels like heaven."
[System: Target So-young is at critical arousal.
Her logical brain has shut down.
The Golden Hands skill is overstimulating her nerve endings.
She is currently experiencing 300% sensitivity.]
I pulled my fingers out slowly, dragging them over the sensitive entrance, stretching her.
A string of clear, slick fluid connected my hand to her pussy.
"Turn over," I ordered.
"No," she whimpered.
"I can't... I can't look at you."
"I didn't ask."
I grabbed her hips, my oil-slicked hands sliding over her skin, and physically flipped her over.
She gasped, trying to cover herself, but she was exposed.
Her grey t-shirt was ridden up to her ribs. Her jeans were on the floor.
Her black panties were tangled around one ankle.
She lay there, her chest heaving, her nipples hard points against the thin fabric of her bra. Her face was flushed a deep, shameful crimson, her eyes glazed and wild.
I stepped between her legs, pushing her knees apart.
"Look at you," I sneered softly, looking down at her spread legs.
Her pussy was swollen, glistening pink and wet, inviting me in.
"You look like a mess, So-young.
A beautiful, dirty mess."
I reached down and ran my thumb over her clit.
She arched her back off the table, a high-pitched keen escaping her lips.
"Ah! Don't! It's too much!"
"It's not enough," I corrected.
I grabbed her ankles and hooked them over my shoulders.
She was wide open now, completely vulnerable.
"You came here to investigate me, right?" I asked, unbuckling my belt.
"You wanted to know if I was running an illegal business.
If I was a bad guy."
I let my pants drop.
My cock sprang free, hard and heavy, twitching with anticipation.
Her eyes widened as she looked at it.
The fear in her gaze mixed with a raw, primal hunger.
"So investigate," I growled.
I grabbed my cock and lined it up with her pussy entrance.
I didn't tease her this time nor did I ask for permission.
She had given it the moment she walked into this room and took off her gun.
I thrust forward.
Schlick
I buried myself in her to her pussy in one stroke.
"FUCK!" So-young screamed, her head thrashing back against the table.
Her hands flew up to claw at my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin.
She was tight.
Unbelievably tight.
It felt like she hadn't been touched in years.
Her inner muscles spasmed around me, trying to push me out and pull me in at the same time.
"God, you're tight," I groaned, gritting my teeth as I held still, letting her adjust to the invasion.
"You feel amazing, So-young.
Like you were made for this."
"It's too big," she sobbed, tears pricking the corners of her eyes.
"Take it out... please... I can't..."
"You can," I said, leaning down to kiss the sweat off her forehead.
"You take everything else, don't you?
The long hours, the shitty pay, the pain.
You can take a little pleasure, can't you?"
I started to move.
Slowly at first.
Dragging myself out until just the head remained inside, then slamming back in.
Slap!! Slap !!Slap!!
The sound of our skin colliding filled the small room.
"Look at me," I commanded, grabbing her chin and forcing her to meet my eyes.
"Tell me you want this.
Tell me you want the suspect to fuck the law out of you."
"I... I..." She gasped, her eyes rolling back as I hit a sensitive spot deep inside her.
I used the Golden Hands skill.
I pressed my thumb into the bundle of nerves on her inner thigh while I thrust.
The sensation overloaded her.
"I want it!" she screamed, her dignity shattering.
"Fuck! I want it!
Just fuck me!"
"Good girl."
I sped up.
I wasn't gentle anymore.
I was an animal.
I grabbed her hips, leaving oily handprints on her pale skin, and pounded into her.
The massage table creaked and groaned under our combined weight, sliding slightly across the floor with every thrust.
So-young was loud.
She wasn't holding back. She wrapped her legs tighter around my neck, pulling me deeper, her heels digging into my back.
"Yes! There!
Oh god, right there!" she moaned, her voice hoarse.
"Harder! Break me!"
[System: Lust Points +50... +50... +100. Host, you are absolutely wrecking her.
I hope you have insurance for the table.]
I leaned down and covered her mouth with mine, swallowing her screams.
I tasted her spit, her need.
My tongue tangled with hers while my hips pistoned relentlessly below.
She was close.
I could feel her walls fluttering, gripping my cock like a milking machine.
"Cum for me," I growled against her lips. "Cum on my cock, Detective."
"I'm... I'm gonna..."
She stiffened.
Her eyes went wide.
"NOW!" I roared, slamming into her womb.
She shattered.
Her orgasm was violent.
Her entire body convulsed, her back arching off the table.
She screamed into my mouth, her pussy clamping down on me with crushing force.
The sensation sent me over the edge.
I groaned, grabbing her ass cheeks and driving deep, burying myself inside her as I emptied my seed.
I pulsed inside her, once, twice, five times, filling her up with hot, thick fluid.
We stayed like that for a long time.
Me pinned deep inside her, her legs wrapped around me, both of us panting like dying runners.
The room smelled of lavender, sweat, and sex.
"System," I panted mentally. "Status."
[Target: Kang So-young Conquered]
[Pain Level: 0%
[Lust: 100% (Satisfied)]
[Favorability: 60% (Conflict: She hates that she loves it)]
[Reward: 1,000 Lust Points]
[New Skill Unlocked: Interrogation Resist (Passive)
Cops will hesitate to arrest you]
I pulled out slowly.
So-young whimpered at the loss of fullness. A mix of my seed and her juices leaked out of her, running down her thigh onto the expensive Egyptian cotton sheets.
She lay there, staring at the ceiling, her chest rising and falling rapidly.
Her hair was a bird's nest, her lips swollen and red.
She looked thoroughly, completely used.
I stepped back, wiping myself off with a towel.
I buttoned my pants, regaining my composure while she was still putting herself back together.
"How's the back?" I asked casually, leaning against the counter and crossing my arms.
So-young blinked, slowly coming back to reality.
She moved her legs, testing her hips.
She froze.
"It's... gone," she whispered.
The chronic pain that had plagued her for years was completely gone.
She sat up slowly, wincing as the sticky fluid dripped between her legs.
Her face turned a beet red as she realized the state she was in.
She scrambled off the table, grabbing her panties and jeans.
She dressed frantically, her hands shaking so bad she could barely button her fly.
"You..." she started, her voice raspy.
She stopped, clearing her throat.
She looked at me, then at the wet spot on the table, then at her gun belt.
For a second, I thought she might actually shoot me.
Then, she slumped.
"You're a bastard, Han Jin-woo," she said, buckling her gun belt back on.
But there was no heat in it, no authority.
"I'm a therapist," I corrected, walking over to her.
I reached out and tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear.
She flinched, but she didn't pull away.
Her eyes dilated as I touched her.
"And you're my favorite patient."
She slapped my hand away, but her cheeks were burning.
"This... this never happened," she hissed.
"If you tell anyone..."
"Doctor-patient confidentiality," I winked. "But Detective? You might need a follow-up session next week.
That kind of tension tends to build up again."
She glared at me.
She wanted to say no.
She wanted to storm out and arrest me.
But the memory of what just happened...the pleasure, the release , was already rewriting her brain.
"I'll think about it," she muttered.
She turned and marched out of the room, slamming the door behind her.
The Waiting Room
I walked out a minute later, buttoning the top button of my shirt.
Aunt Ji-hye was standing behind the reception desk, holding a cold cup of tea. She looked terrified.
She looked at the door where the Detective had just stormed out, then at me.
"Is... is everything okay?" she whispered. "Did she arrest us?
Why was she... walking funny?"
I walked over to the desk and picked up the appointment book.
"Everything is fine, Auntie," I said, flipping to next week's page.
"Put Detective Kang down for a recurring appointment. Every Tuesday."
Ji-hye's jaw dropped.
"You... you charmed the police?"
"I healed her," I smiled innocently.
"Now, clean up Room 1. The sheets need to be burned, I mean, washed."
[System: Washed,Right. You left enough DNA in that room to clone an army.
You are disgusting. I am so proud]
"Shut up," I thought.
"What's my point total?"
[Current Lust Points: 1,850]
[Stamina: 40% (Recovering)]
I had money.
I had points, I had the law in my pocket.
But as I sat down to rest, the bell chimed again.
It wasn't a customer.
It was a delivery.
A courier in a motorcycle helmet walked in, holding a small, black envelope.
"Delivery for Han Jin-woo," he said, his voice muffled.
I stood up, the hairs on the back of my neck standing up.
My Threat Radar wasn't pinging, but my instincts were.
"That's me," I said.
He handed me the envelope and turned around, walking out without another word.
I stared at the black envelope.
There was no return address.
Just a gold stamp in the shape of a dragon.
The Golden Dragon Gang.
I tore it open.
Inside was a single card.
"You dealt with the photographer.
You broke Choi's finger.
You're making noise, little heir.
The Dragon Head wants to meet.
Tonight, Midnight, The Old Docks, Warehouse 4 and Come alone, or we pay a visit to your pretty little Aunt."
I crunched the card in my hand.
"Bad news?" Aunt Ji-hye asked, seeing my expression darken.
"Just an invitation to a party," I lied, forcing a smile.
"Don't worry about it, Auntie.
Go home early today. I'll lock up."
She looked unsure but nodded.
She grabbed her purse and left.
Once she was gone, I dropped the smile.
The Golden Dragon Gang.
They weren't just low-level thugs.
They were the real deal.
And if the Dragon Head wanted a meeting, it was usually a trap.
"System," I said coldly.
"Open the Shop. I have 1,800 points. I need combat skills.
Real ones, Not massage oils."
[System: Finally, we stop playing Doctor and start playing John Wick
Recommendations:
* Bone Breaker (Rank E): Increases unarmed damage by 50%. (500 Points)
* Steel Skin (Active): Blocks small caliber bullets/knives for 5 seconds. (800 Points)
* Night Vision: (300 Points)
* Weapon Mastery (Blunt): (200 Points)]
"Buy them all," I commanded.
"I'm going to a warehouse.
I expect there will be plenty of pipes to swing."
[Purchase Confirmed.
Remaining Points: 50
Skills Integrated
Warning: Your stamina is still at 40%.
Going into a boss fight tired is suicide]
"I have a few hours," I said, looking at the clock.
"I'll nap."
But before I could head to the break room, my phone buzzed.
It was Yuna.
The Queen Bee I had ravaged in the library.
Text: "Hey... are you busy? I'm lonely.
My boyfriend is at practice. Come over?"
I stared at the phone.
Going to Yuna's place would restore my stamina.
The System rewarded sexual acts with energy restoration if the partner had high favorability.
Yuna was an energy drink with legs.
"Change of plans," I grinned, grabbing my jacket.
"I'm making a pit stop before the war."
Yuna's Apartment - 7:00 PM
Yuna lived in a luxury student officetel near the university. Daddy's money.
I knocked on the door.
It opened instantly.
Yuna stood there.
She wasn't wearing the Queen Bee outfit today.
She was wearing an oversized t-shirt that hung off one shoulder and tiny shorts.
Her hair was messy, her eyes big and hopeful.
"Jin-woo," she breathed.
She looked at me like I was a drug she was trying to quit but couldn't.
I didn't say hello.
I walked in, kicking the door shut behind me.
I backed her up against the wall.
"I don't have much time," I said, running my hand up her thigh.
"I need a recharge. You up for it?"
She didn't ask what I meant.
She just wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled my face down to hers.
"Use me," she whispered, her voice trembling with that same submissive need I had unlocked in the library.
"Just don't leave me alone."
[System: Target Yuna.
Lust: 90%.
Stamina Recovery Mode: Active
Host, you are literally using girls as batteries now.
You are a villain, I love it.]
I picked her up, carrying her toward the bedroom.
"Don't worry, Yuna," I murmured, biting her ear.
"I'll leave you plenty of energy to sleep well tonight."
The Old Docks - Midnight
The warehouse smelled of sea salt, rust, and old blood.
The moon was hidden behind clouds.
It was pitch black, Perfect for my new Night Vision.
I stood at the entrance of Warehouse 4.
My stamina was back to 100% thanks to Yuna (who was currently passed out in her dorm, unable to walk).
I wore a black hoodie, dark jeans, and steel-toed boots.
In my hand, I held a heavy steel pipe I had ripped off a broken gate outside.
[Weapon Mastery (Blunt)] made the pipe feel like an extension of my arm.
I stepped inside.
The warehouse was massive, filled with shipping containers.
In the center, under a single hanging lightbulb, sat a man on a wooden crate.
He was huge.
Tattoos of dragons coiled up his neck.
He was smoking a cigar, looking bored. Surrounding him in the shadows, I counted ten men.
Ten armed men.
"You came alone," the man said, his voice like gravel.
"Brave Or stupid."
"I heard there was a party," I said, swinging the pipe casually onto my shoulder.
The metal clanged softly. "I brought my own party favor."
The man laughed.
He stood up, dropping the cigar and crushing it under his boot.
"I'm Dragon Head Ma," he said.
"You hurt my men. You disrespected my business.
Tonight, we're going to chop you up and feed you to the crabs."
He snapped his fingers.
"Kill him."
The ten men stepped out of the shadows. Knives, Chains.
Two baseball bats.
No guns yet.
They wanted to make it painful.
[System: Combat Mode Initiated.
Host vs 11 Targets
Win Probability: 40%
Advice: Aim for the knees and pray]
I grinned.
The adrenaline flooded my system.
The [Scent of the Alpha] flared, not to seduce, but to terrify.
"Come on then," I whispered. "Let's dance."
I activated Shadow Step.
One second I was there.
The next, I was behind the first thug.
CRACK
The steel pipe connected with the back of his skull.
He dropped without a sound.
"One," I counted aloud.
The warehouse erupted into chaos.
Authors Note:-
John Wick mode activate!!!!!!!
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