episode_0016

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– Woo-woong

Finishing the check-in and riding the elevator with several people up to the room, a strange feeling creeps in.

While I couldn’t feel it because of the air freshener when I got in the car, there is a strong and heavy smell inside the narrow elevator.

It’s slightly smoky yet dense, a scent that feels like it leaves an imprint in my mind with each breath.

The scent of a man, as felt by a woman, is so attractive that it’s almost scary.

It’s not sweet, but smoky, with a hint of smoked aroma.

Not a light powder or fruity scent, but a slightly decadent scent that feels heavy and languid, as if intoxicated.

In between, there is a slightly bitter and sweet smell mixed in.

In an inexplicable way, I realized that it was the smell of a man in heat.

My body seems to know it instinctively.

Without even consciously explaining or realizing how to breathe, I feel that this is the smell of a man in heat.

Beyond that, just by smelling this scent, my heart calms down and I feel composed.

It’s more like irritation dissipates, or rather, it’s awkward.

It’s not forcing attraction, but there is a feeling of eliminating dislike.

“Move.”

This feeling is very subtle, knowing in my mind that it’s not right and I don’t want it, but my body doesn’t reject it to that extent.

Is this what it feels like to be at a distance where you can smell someone’s scent?

This body is strange. It’s too easy for a man to conquer.

If you know a little about women, you can see that it has a defense mechanism that gradually crosses the line, trying to test the waters, even if you’re a complete idiot.

Slowly pulling the hand that was on my shoulder, he pulls me into his embrace.

It’s embarrassing.

My body, now shrunk like a doll, being claimed by a much larger man as his own.

I feel the gaze of the couple who were right next to us.

Both the man and the woman are staring at me blankly.

The man is looking at me, who looks dull to the point of being heinous, being held by him, and the woman is looking at Kim Do-jun, a man who is much taller than her lover, with broad shoulders and a slightly sinister, decadent smile.

“Move…”

“Why…? Are you embarrassed?”

“You…”

“You’re cute after all.”

Feeling like I’m going to die of embarrassment, my body stiffens at the heat slowly pressing against my hips.

Feeling this heat through the wool coat is unbelievable, but I can’t move, blushing with my face in my hands tightly gripping the coat and looking up with wide eyes, warning.

“I’ll say it one more time, move.”

But he treats my rebellion as a small act of cuteness, chuckling as if mocking, lowering his head slowly and whispering into my ear.

“Sorry… I just can’t stand other guys eyeing my girl.”

“Hoo, hoo…”

A voice that is different from a moment ago, serious yet low and growling, penetrates my ears.

My ears twitch.

The voice piercing through my mind disrupts my brain from functioning normally.

The hand holding the coat tightens, closing the eyes and gritting the teeth.

The face feels hot, no, it’s a sensation of heat rising from the stomach to the chest and seeping out through the face.

The stomach is ringing like a bell below the belly button.

“…Stop blabbering and get rid of it.”

There’s a sense that something has changed in the person. Of course, when it comes to sex, both men and women show their instinctual side little by little, but for some reason, this guy seems to show a greater degree of change.

Although he listens quite well and seems like a neat and decent guy who was lured in like a fish on a hook, there’s an inexplicable sense of unease creeping in.

Is he really okay?

Suddenly, the hand that was around the shoulder moves down the arm and wraps around the waist, pulling tighter.

Ding.

“We’re on our floor.”

Without even lifting his head at the quietly ringing bell, he moves his steps in response to the voice coming from above on the right, pushing his waist as if urging him to move.

His body is reacting strangely.

No, something seems to be locked inside and is not coming out smoothly.

Putting his hand in his pocket and gripping his smartphone tightly, an unknown sensation is transmitted to his mind, tingling down his arm and through his spine.

!![Desire: 54]

!![Heat (weakened)]

!![Porchio 5]

!![Scent 4]

!![Heat response 3]

Several characters are shining in the status window.

Is something affecting me? The fact that the character indicating the weakening of the heat state is blinking non-stop seems to indicate that it will be over soon. No, there’s still time left, so it can’t be over yet.

Or is it influenced by something else and causing a re-heat?

!![Desire: 55]

The sense of unease rises rapidly, as if water is filling a cup and overflowing.

The feeling of possibly losing control and the sudden urge rising rapidly slow down his thoughts. He can’t make a quick judgment on what to do.

“…Let go. If you don’t follow the conditions, I won’t do it.”

Pulling his hand out of his pocket and pushing him away, he chuckles as if he felt something in his voice.

The guy who snatched the key card from my slightly trembling hand extends his hand like an escort, opening the door to the hotel room.

“Follow the conditions, right?”

Nodding his head, he ignores the hand reaching out and enters the room.

It’s a bit old-fashioned, but not a bad hotel.

It even exudes a certain charm typical of old hotels.

By today’s standards, it may not be luxurious, but in the past, it must have been considered a very luxurious hotel.

Directly outside the window, you can see the City Hall and the Bank of Korea.

And in the center of the room… a large bed covered with crisp white sheets.

Even though it should be a sight that doesn’t bother me, my chest inexplicably feels heavy.

“Want to shower first?”

“Why don’t you go first? Your body odor is so strong that it makes me dizzy.”

“Really? I already showered. Then I’ll just wash off the sweat.”

As soon as he hears my complaint, he quickly starts taking off his clothes.

He doesn’t just throw his clothes away, but rather hangs them on a nearby chair, the sight of a man undressing is not surprising, and there’s no reason to be embarrassed. But as I stand still, suddenly feeling my gaze being forcibly drawn, I widen my eyes in confusion.

Under the hand holding the underwear he just took off, I see something that has grown significantly… that catches my eye.

It looks even bigger than when I was a man. Of course, that’s not possible, but subjectively, it seemed that way.

Somehow, it seems to be getting bigger and bigger.

No, when I came to my senses, it just looked bigger as it approached me.

Quietly, with my mouth shut, the figure behind me brings their hand to my back.

They press against my back, sticking their erection to my stomach, even though they are fully clothed, the heat and shape are vividly felt.

Due to the height difference, the erection, starting just below the navel, rises up to just below the large chest, gently wedging between the breasts.

My head went blank with that sensation, then I came to my senses.

Feeling awkward, the feeling of forcibly realizing my large chest as a woman creates a sense of dissonance with my mind.

“…What are you doing?”

“Just saying hello?”

“Go take a shower.”

Swoosh

Hearing my words, the figure grunts and goes into the shower room.

It seems like they are just planning to wash off the sweat quickly, as the sound of water is immediately heard.

In the slightly awkward yet determined atmosphere, I find a moment of calm.

Let’s calm down. I’m not reacting like this because I want to.

It’s because of the curse, but if I don’t endure it, it will get worse, so I have to endure it.

My heart is pounding so loudly in my ears that it keeps erasing the sound, but as I continue to take deep breaths, I feel myself calming down little by little.

Click

“Phew….”

The temperature and humidity in the room suddenly rise.

Did time pass so quickly just by taking deep breaths? The figure, who has already finished showering, is drying their face with a towel while wearing a white gown.

…Somehow, I don’t like the parasitic host-like appearance.

Taking off only the coat and entering the shower room dressed, I was a little surprised to see that the floor was completely dry and a towel was laid out so I could step on it.

It’s a gesture that shows quite a bit of consideration.

After undressing and neatly arranging my clothes, I cover myself with a dry towel placed on the sink and start showering.

The warm water washes away the confusion in my head.

As I was not just taking a light shower but completely washing my hair, brushing my teeth, and washing my face, I discovered something strange on my body.

“What is this?”

Slightly shining with a pinkish hue around my navel, there seems to be a pattern-like design.

More precisely, it doesn’t look like the navel, but below… it appears to be a tattoo, not just a simple color covering, but it looks like very tiny letters are densely written.

Could this be some kind of magical object? Curious if it might help in my current situation, I tried poking it with my finger, and I could tell that it was strangely hard.

No, it’s not hard. When I touched it absentmindedly, I only felt a smooth and soft texture, and when I touched it with the thought of maybe causing a wound, it felt like I was touching something transparent on top of it.

Is it creating a barrier?

“Ugh!”

As if telling me not to touch it, my stomach suddenly clenches.

No, the sensation of being clenched fills my stomach.

[Desire: 58]

Seemingly confirming the warning, a hologram appears above the smartphone I had placed in my pants pocket.

Even if it’s covered by something, it seems like that hologram can still appear above it.

In an instant, my desire surged.

Damn it, it must be telling me not to touch it.

58… the continuously rising number is a worrying figure.

Can I bring it all down at once?

As I stopped the shower water and dried myself, I was a little surprised when I looked in the mirror.

Come to think of it, this is the first time I’ve seen my whole body completely naked.

My long hair, shiny and wet, is slightly wavy and falls naturally in smooth curves.

The chest is large yet perfectly natural, reaching the limits of naturalness.

Displaying a presence that is neither completely affected by gravity nor completely unaffected, with an ideal size of breasts and nipples, a clean straight line from the belly button to the navel, a voluminous hip that creates a triangle from the waist to the legs.

In short, if you were to evaluate this body very neatly, there is something to be said.

Just by looking at the body, you can tell.

This is a body created for sex.

A body that seems to be kneaded with a man’s fantasy, full of lewdness itself.

Feeling a complex mix of admiration and a slight rise in libido, feeling reluctant yet confident, feeling uncomfortable but thinking that if I were to become a woman, this level should suffice, it’s a difficult emotion to describe.

“Hoo.”

Thinking about it further would just be a waste of time.

Thinking that I can’t just leave the accumulating desire index alone, I put on a gown and went out of the shower room.

The gown hangs like a curtain because of the chest.

I reluctantly tighten the waistband and go out, only to find the guy sitting outside the door, taking out wine from the fridge and looking at me in admiration.

“Oh….”

His inability to take his eyes off my body looks pathetic yet I can’t help but feel amused.

Just like how he couldn’t take his eyes off my body, I too was frozen in place, unable to move my gaze away.

Thump, thump, thump

It feels like the sound of my heart is echoing in my head.

For some reason, I can’t seem to look away.

Broad shoulders, a well-defined chest, a distinct six-pack, thick thighs…truly a body like a sculpture.

A large penis, slightly curved…filled with semen.

Semen, it’s unbelievable.

That I am thinking of such words in my head.

It feels like something is changing my language ability itself.

Even if I try to resist, words like semen, testicles, sperm containing the symbol of a male, perverted and vile words dirty my mind.

“Wow, this is insane…your body is really crazy, huh?”

The male’s desire is barely hidden and is fully exposed.

It pierces the sense of smell, tickles the sense of hearing, fills the sense of sight, and heightens the senses.

It feels like the man and woman who were planning to have sex are gradually getting aroused.

Out of fear that I may not be able to maintain my rationality as a human being as cleanly as I am now, I spoke to the guy for the first time in a slightly pleading voice.

“Say it again, but…it has to be on my terms. Nothing else.”

As I said that, the guy slowly approached, grabbed my shoulders like a predator grabbing its prey, and with eyes that slowly transformed into those of a predator, he held my head in his hands, looked up at me with a smile showing his clean teeth, and said.

“Wear a condom, don’t take off the gown, only do it from behind. No touching below the waist. No looking at the face, only sex for as long as the duration of climaxing with foreplay…even if I ask you to take off the condom, no ejaculation inside. Got it?”

Listening directly, emotions beyond humiliation grip my body to the point where it hurts my ears.

I thought of a way to alleviate the arousal by having minimal sex with a man.

From a woman’s perspective…no, not as a woman, but as a human being, this was naturally embarrassing, that kind of thing.

But despite feeling embarrassed, I also feel a slight sense of relief.

It seems like he might be overwhelmed by his instincts, but he manages to show that he is a rational person by restraining himself and checking the agreed conditions once again.

I averted my gaze from that sight, lightly biting my lip and nodding slightly.

“Lie down.”

As if unable to endure any longer, my body involuntarily flinched at the commanding tone that seemed to pour out.

“One more condition… If you give me any orders, I’ll kill you.”

Struggling to resist the urge to obey his words and lie down, I met his gaze as he grabbed my shoulders and laid me down on the bed.

With skillful movements, he pressed my upper body against the floor and lifted my hips up high.

It felt like he had a lot of experience dealing with women, effortlessly guiding me into a comfortable position with strong force, turning my hips high without any resistance, completely assuming a posture like a slut.

Right after that, before I could even feel embarrassed, my mind was completely covered with pleasure from corner to corner.

“Uh?! Ugh, hah…!”

A very light touch, where his palm simply moved up to my lower abdomen.

As the warmth from his hand quietly seeped into my stomach, a light climax came without being able to hide it, causing me to arch my back.

“Huh? Wait, why, what?”

Continuing without stopping, I finally realized that the underside was already dripping with sticky transparent fluid, drawing a clear line as it fell.

“Heh♡”

To support my body, the hand that had stretched out above my head tightly gripped the bedsheet.