"So thick!"
"So sticky!"
"And so… looong!"
I almost doubted my ears as I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I did a double-take, craning my neck to see what was actually going on.
Just ahead, I spotted two women sitting on the bench eating corndogs, seemingly in a fun competition to see who could stretch the mozzarella cheese the farthest.
"And here I thought I might catch a couple doing something indecent in this park,"
I sighed, unsure if it was from disappointment or relief.
As my mind started wandering, picturing all sorts of lewd acts that could potentially happen in the park at night, I felt a familiar heat building in my groin, stirring my little brother awake again after it had settled down after the previous release.
"Damn, I came out here to clear my head and take a break from masturbating all day, but instead, my imagination has run even wilder."
I didn't know whether to laugh or cry at the absurdity of the situation.
Because of my ridiculously high libido, I found myself masturbating at every available opportunity, multiple times a day. It was starting to take a serious toll on my energy levels and daily life.
That's why today, after already cumming several times, I finally mustered up the willpower to get out of the house when my little brother was napping. I figured that being in a public place, surrounded by people, would help suppress my raging libido. But much to my dismay, the result was quite the opposite - my dick was still throbbing with arousal.
"Fuck my life, I can't even take a walk outside without getting horny now?"
The truly ironic part? Despite my voracious sexual appetite, I was still a virgin at 25!
I always assumed I'd finally lose my virginity in college. After all, everyone said it was the best time for young people to experience life to the fullest - partying, casual sex, wild orgies, experimenting with drugs, and so much more. I had high hopes for my college years.
But to my bitter disappointment, my college life turned out to be utterly dull and uneventful. While others were out having the time of their lives, I ended up spending all my time studying diligently and working part-time at MacDoland's.
While part of me put in the effort with the belief that my academic endeavors would pay off in the end, another reason was that my circle of friends and lifestyle never intersected with those who only fooled around. So, I chose to focus on what I was good at.
Even if I wanted to forcefully integrate myself into such a lifestyle, I simply couldn't because I wasn't a rich kid to begin with.
And where did all that hard work and dedication get me? A fucking dead-end office job that barely paid the bills!
Meanwhile, I heard from my former college buddies, those alumni who did nothing but fool around and party seemed to have it all figured out. They somehow managed to land high-paying jobs at prestigious companies, surrounded by gorgeous women, living the dream life that I could only fantasize about.
I always knew from the beginning that the world was unfair. Some were lucky enough to be born as chaebol and do nothing yet still be rich. Meanwhile, others, despite working their asses off, could barely make ends meet with their salary, leading pretty much ordinary lives until the end of their times.
However, at that time, being young, I still held onto an optimistic future and hope for my life.
Back then, office romance was also a popular thing. Hence, I kind of believed I'd meet my other half at my workplace and at the same time, secure a high position at a relatively great company.
Yet again, reality hit me hard when I discovered my office was dominated by males, and the few females available were old enough to be my mother.
As if fate wasn't done messing with me, three years into the job and still not a single young female intern in sight. And to top it off, I hadn't gotten a single promotion either.
'How is it even possible they haven't hired a single new person? What, do those old bastards honestly think the current staff can handle everything? Screw them! Their entire job was all about dumping every task onto me and my colleagues while they sit around in meetings pretending to be important. We're the ones pulling the late nights, skipping breaks, and getting buried in emails.'
'And what do we get for it? Nothing. No support and no gifts, just more work and the occasional "Good job, team!" like that's supposed to fix our burnout. Honestly, it's like they're trying to see how far they can push us before we snap. At this point, I wouldn't be surprised if they thought interns were a luxury and not a necessity. Cheap, clueless, corporate dinosaurs...'
I let out a heavy sigh. 'Maybe I should've just settled for one of those blind dates I went on. Sure, none of them matched what I was looking for, but at least it's better than being alone. And it's not like love can't be cultivated over time, right? Maybe having a wife would help me control my lust and libido. But wouldn't that make it seem like I was just using her? That's a dirtbag move, isn't it?
'My salary isn't enough to provide for a family. I need a promotion before I can even think about settling down, and God only knows when that will happen.'
'So, the only solution is to find additional work? But I'm already swamped until late afternoon. Where will I find the time to rest if I take on more work?'
Then I remembered.
'Wait, I heard being a novel author can make decent money nowadays, and it's easier than before. You don't have to mail your work to publishers; just write and publish on online platforms, and if you're lucky, you'll get a contract right away.'
"The most important thing to note is that being an author doesn't have to be a full-time job. I can write anytime I want!" I exclaimed, my thoughts spilling out loud in my excitement.
"Now, the main problem is that I've never actually written a story before. But hey, even though I lack the basic knowledge of storytelling, as someone whose hobby is reading novels and comics, I don't think my writing could be that terrible, right?"
"I have a vivid imagination, and combined with my experience from reading countless novels and manhwa, which should provide some help and insight, I think the result should be better than I thought."
"Moreover, I've heard that AI these days is so advanced that it can supposedly write stories just like a real author. I could actually use AI as a tool to fill in the gaps in my skills. As long as I don't blatantly copy everything the AI generates, I should be fine."
The more I pondered the idea, the more thrilled I became.
"I'm going home right now to start writing!"
I abruptly got up from the bench and began walking briskly toward my apartment complex.
As I walked, my mind buzzed with ideas for my novel - what kind of story should I publish, what genre should I choose, what's currently popular in the market, and so on.
"Perhaps a dark fantasy tale similar to the famous game, Dark Souls? I think I've come across a couple of novels that share pretty much the same premise, like Shadow Servant or Lord of the Secrecy."
"But looking at the bestseller lists, it seems like smutty novels are also doing well, attracting a huge readership. And it's supposed to be a simpler genre to write since the plot and world-building don't have to be overly complex. I'd just need to excel at writing the steamy scenes, and all those thirsty, horny ass readers would flock to my book like bees attracted to honey, hehe!"
"Well, it's decided then! My first debut into novel writing will be a smutty story. Not only is it an easier genre to write, but it's clearly in high demand right now!"
Suddenly, a voice called out to me from across the street.
"Hey,"
I was shaken off my thought, glanced up, and immediately noticed a slender figure, who looked like a woman, dressed in an odd manner.
She wore a simple white conservative dress that covered almost all her skin and a bamboo hat with a thin veil hanging down, covering her face.
However, just because she wore modest clothes, doesn't mean I wouldn't notice her extraordinary figure. As the dress tightly clung to her skin, it did a good job of hiding her skin, but it just made her curves and contours more obvious to the naked eye.
In some ways, it was even more distracting. For someone like me, it left too much to the imagination... and that made it all the more tempting.
It was hard not to get 'hard'.
My eyes were immediately drawn to the huge swell of her chest, the smooth lines of her long legs, and that slender, perfectly shaped waist. Even with her face covered, I could easily imagine her to be a stunning woman with fair skin, an hourglass figure, and a chest that was at least a F-Cup.
'Damn it! I'm hard again!'
I shut my eyes tightly, focusing on suppressing my boner. A few deep inhales later, I managed to cool down my little brother and opened my eyes again. This time, being extra careful not to look directly at her.
My gaze landed on her shoulder, where strands of purple hair peeked out.
'Purple hair? Is she wearing a wig?'
That thought just crossed my mind when I realized I hadn't even responded to her greeting.
However, uncertain if she was actually talking to me, I glanced around, just to be sure. But the park was empty. No one else is nearby. Just me.
Feeling a bit awkward, I finally replied with confusion, "Are you talking to me?"
"Yes, you," she said.
I was about to ask what she wanted when she continued.
"I can see it in your eyes… that burning emotion. That quiet storm. Are you feeling pent-up from the lack of release of your lust?"
I blinked, completely caught off guard. "What?"
'How the hell did she know I was always feeling pent-up? Was it that obvious?' I subconsciously touched my face, wondering what facial parts give it away.
'Is it really my eyes?'
"If I told you I have a way for you to vent that intense desire, do whatever you want, and even get a reward, would you take the opportunity?"
I blurted out without thinking, "Are you a prostitute?"
The moment the words left my mouth, I regretted it and quickly closed my mouth. But she doesn't seem to take offense at my words.
"No," she replied calmly with a shake of her head.
"No? Then are you a 'Madam'?"
"Madam? I don't get what you mean, but I'm not old enough for that title."
Her response caught me by surprise again. I was silent for a moment, trying to process. "How did you figure out I was feeling pent-up?"
"Just like I said, I can see it in your eyes. So, what's your answer? Are you willing to take the opportunity?"
I hesitated for a moment, then thought of a certain exhibitionist or a cosplay streamer I had seen online who seemed to enjoy doing naughty things and inviting strangers to be their fuck buddy.
'Am I landing myself on a jackpot? Or is this just some stupid prank? Are there cameras around? Nowadays, you can't trust everything. Even a seemingly harmless situation might lead me to an extremely unfavorable situation.'
As I was caught in my dilemma, I heard her speak again, "Make up your mind quick. I don't want to waste too much of my time. After all, it doesn't have to be you; it could be anyone else. I-"
I hurriedly cut her off before she could continue talking. "I'm willing to take the opportunity. Do you really have the way?"
In the face of the risks and the rewards, my lust ended up winning over my rationality. The thought of doing it with a cosplayer, exhibitionist streamer had stirred my little brother awake for a while.
'I just hope her face isn't bad or ugly,' I thought to myself as I waited for her next response.
"Alright, since you've agreed, let's go right away!" the woman suddenly exclaimed, her voice brimming with excitement.
"Where to?" I couldn't help but ask.
"To another world!"
"What?!"
I stared at her, stunned, wondering if I'd misheard her. But before I could ask anything else, a blinding light suddenly rushed toward me at terrifying speed.
As the light grew brighter and closer, I was struck dumb when I realized the light was actually coming from a truck's bright, large headlamps.
"What the hell is a truck doing speeding through here?!" I shouted in panic.
Naturally, I had no intention of standing still like those cliché movie characters who freeze in place as the vehicle barrels toward them.
I hurriedly tried to move away, but the next thing I knew, my body refused to obey. It froze in place, as if someone had hit a pause button.
"Bloody asshole! What's happening? Why can't I move? Move, goddamnit! Shit, it's getting closer!"
Then, in the chaos, I was suddenly reminded of the mysterious woman. In my panic, I had completely forgotten about her.
I looked up in her direction, stunned to see her standing perfectly still, as if she hadn't even noticed the danger.
"You can't move too?" I guessed.
"Oh, I can," her response did surprise me, but her action afterward was more shocking. Instead of stepping aside or running in the opposite direction, she started walking straight toward me.
"You can…" I muttered, frozen for a few beats before snapping back to my senses. "Then what the hell are you doing?! Are you blind?! Can't you see the truck?! Stop walking and get away from me, you fool!"
Yet, despite my protest, the woman continued to walk toward my side.
A couple of seconds later, the woman finally arrived in front of me. She then lifted her veil, revealing a stunning, beautiful face that easily outclassed any celebrity or actress I had ever seen.
For a moment, I felt intoxicated by her beauty. The fear, the panic—it all faded. Even the looming threat of death felt distant and irrelevant.
Then, I came.
My pants were stained with a wet mark.
"See you soon," she whispered, her voice soft with a hint of amusement.
I didn't have time to question what she meant.
The blinding headlights swallowed my vision—and then, a violent force slammed into my ribs, crushing through my body like a wrecking ball.
My vision faded into darkness.