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EP. 155 Playing the Female Role for Females (1)

My intuition was still sharp, and the items I found at the pawnshop were indeed erotic items.

"Indeed, you're impressive. One is the [Infinite Condoms], which produces 100 condoms daily, and the other is the [Galization Sticker], which makes anyone's head feel light. Both are E-grade, but they're erotic items."

"That's E-grade?"

"I still don't fully understand the grading of erotic items."

These items seem quite useful, but

I expected them to be at least D-grade.

Instead, they're classified as the lowest E-grade.

"As I mentioned before, the grade isn't just about utility; it also considers danger and impact on the world."

Jung Sahwa explained each item, shaking the box of condoms.

"First, the [Infinite Condoms]. You can get condoms infinitely, but they're mainly used in the medical field, like for semen collection."

"Ah, I see."

Upon reflection, Jung Sahwa's explanation makes sense.

I've only used condoms for semen collection; otherwise, I've never used them.

In other words, the utility of condoms is similar to that of a container.

"The other erotic item is the [Galization Sticker]. Do you really need to use it? You could just grab someone passing by and make them act like a gal."

"Hmm, really?"

If her head feels light, that's one thing, but

in a world where common sense has been altered, it's not that unusual.

Just talking to someone makes them expose themselves, and just looking at them does the same.

Do I really need to use such a sticker?

As I listened to Jung Sahwa's explanation, the value of these items seemed to decrease.

"If you were to become a national leader and use it on a diligent team leader, its value might increase."

"For now, it's difficult."

It's unfortunate, but my goal isn't to use these items.

I returned five erotic items and completed the gacha.

In just one day, I accomplished four missions.

This brings me closer to the Silver Rank.

I can take it easy, but I want to finish as soon as possible.

This isn't a single-player game; it's a multiplayer game with competitors.

Other executives are probably training their candidates right now.

To catch up, I mustn't stay idle.

"For now, before that..."

"Ah, this must be darling's house. It's cute."

"Jinwoo, who is this person...?"

I brought Marillyn home, and Yumi asked with a tense expression.

Honestly, I'm still bewildered.

Suddenly having an S-grade onahole is like getting the ultimate weapon from the start of an adventure.

Of course, Jung Sahwa said Marillyn's skills and vagina are only A-grade or A+.

But she's genuinely one of the seven S-grade onaholes.

"It's better to have her, I suppose."

Becoming a national leader requires going through this.

So, let's enjoy this situation for now.

"Will it be okay? My house isn't that big."

"Darling, you have no idea."

Marillyn teased me, wiggling her fingers and making a tongue-clicking sound.

She approached me, pressing her breasts against me and stroking my groin.

"Darling, what's important for an onahole isn't a luxurious meal or a palace-like mansion."

"What is it, then?"

"Obviously, it's not the penis."

Marillyn emphasized this, touching my penis several times.

"An onahole's meal is enough with the owner's waste, and living in a humble tent is fine. What's terrifying is if the owner's penis is pathetic."

"Were you satisfied?"

"Of course, darling."

If my penis is excellent, she'd be happy even eating trash.

She praised me nonstop.

Of course, I don't want my onaholes to live like that.

I used the money from 141 Land to start construction.

I'm building a grand mansion to accommodate the onahole army coming next year.

It will be large enough to hold thousands.

Marillyn should be satisfied with that.

"I've delegated all the annoying tasks to Jung Sahwa, so now..."

I'll focus on becoming a Silver Rank by diligently completing missions.

"Jinwoo, where are you going again?"

"Oh, it's nothing."

Yumi asked with concern as I prepared to leave again.

I smiled wryly and replied.

"The host bar."

In this world where common sense has been altered, any profession involves lewdness and sex.

It's become a world where sex happens first when men and women meet.

However, due to excessive sexual activity, impotence and infertility have spread rapidly.

As a result, women's libido has increased to the point where men can't keep up.

Some women decided to take matters into their own hands, forming host bars with cross-dressing women.

"Haha, this is hilarious."

How dare women think they can replace men?

It's absurd.

No matter how much they dress or act like men,

they're still females.

I came here to teach them that.

I entered the host bar, feeling proud.

"Ah, it's well-decorated."

The atmosphere was unusual from the entrance.

The door was luxurious, and pink lighting illuminated the area.

It was clear this was an entertainment venue.

In the past, I wouldn't have set foot here, but

I came to educate these cross-dressing women who dared to act like men.

"Welcome, sir...?"

"Sorry, I'm not someone to be called 'sir'."

A cross-dressing woman greeted me warmly at the entrance.

Her large breasts were visible despite her attempts to hide them.

She looked at me with surprise, as if wondering why a man was there.

She examined me from head to toe and gasped when she saw my lower body.

"I'm used to this reaction now."

Her breasts were hard to conceal, and my penis was so large that it was noticeable even through my pants.

Her gaze was fixed on my bulging penis, and her face began to flush.

"What brings you here today?"

"Just to see what kind of place this is."

It wasn't a lie; I wanted to observe how they operated.

The cross-dressing woman looked at me warily, still fixated on my penis.

I asked her if I could enter, and she hesitated before consulting with her colleagues.

They exchanged glances, but I could see everything.

"Ah, yes. You can come in."

"Great, thank you."

I put my arm around the cross-dressing woman and fondled her breasts.

She let out a high-pitched scream but didn't push me away.

Instead, she breathed heavily and looked at me with excited eyes.

"Uh, sir, what's with your hand?"

"Do you mind?"

"Huh-it! Not at all! You can touch me as much as you want."

I continued to fondle her roughly, and her nipples became erect through her clothes.

Despite this, she tried to maintain a calm demeanor.

"Ah, I see. Not all of you are cross-dressing women, then."

"We can't always have just them, you know."

The regular women only served drinks, dressed in outfits that were far from elegant.

It seemed like they were just there to be ogled.

"Is there a recommended drink?"

"Uh, a recommendation?"

I approached another woman and started talking.

She looked flustered, realizing I was a real man.

She pushed me away, trembling, and said she had a boyfriend.

"I'm sorry. I have a boyfriend..."

"Does your boyfriend work here?"

"He's in debt, so I'm working to pay it off..."

It seems she's stuck with a bad guy.

He's so pathetic that he lets her do this kind of work.

There are probably many women like her.

I couldn't just stand by and watch.

"Which is bigger, your boyfriend's penis or mine?"

"Uh...?"

I pulled down my pants without hesitation and showed her my penis.

In the past, this would have been considered sexual harassment, but

in this altered world, it's just light flirting.

The woman gasped, swallowing dryly, and couldn't take her eyes off my penis.

She was overwhelmed by the intense allure of my penis.

"Huh-it! So, what's your answer?"

"Uh...?"

She was taken aback by my sudden question.

I teased her by touching her buttocks and inserting my fingers into her vagina.

She jumped in surprise but eventually replied.

"Actually, my boyfriend is infertile and can't get an erection."

"Poor guy. So, is this vagina available?"

"Yes, it is."

Snap! Snap!

Her vagina was so excited that it was dripping with clear fluid.

She prepared herself, leaning against the counter and presenting her vagina.

She swayed her hips, enticing me.

"Well, enjoy this complimentary vagina, sir."

"I'll use it instead of your boyfriend, then."

"Huh-it!"

Snap!

My penis slid in smoothly, and she couldn't help but spew out an orgasm.

As I continued to thrust, she called her boyfriend.

The conversation was awkward, with her boyfriend sounding groggy.

"Ah, why are you calling at this hour?"

But as he heard her voice, his tone changed to shock.

"Huh-it! Oh ho ho! I'm about to get fucked by a king-sized penis...!"

"Huh? What are you talking about...?"

Snap! Snap! Snap! Snap!

I thrust violently, not letting her respond to her boyfriend.

The sound of our sex filled the host bar.

Other customers and staff couldn't help but peek, and some were even masturbating.

Her boyfriend realized something was wrong and began to plead.

"What did I do wrong? Tell me, and I'll fix it..."

"Huh-it! Penis! King-sized penis!"

Snap! Snap! Snap!

She was completely absorbed in the sex, forgetting about her boyfriend.

As I prepared for the final climax, I asked her to say something to her boyfriend.

"Tell him whatever you want."

"Oh ho ho! I'll be fucked by a penis for the rest of my life! Infertile penises are fine now!"

"Come on!"

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

I ejaculated into her prepared womb.

As her abdomen began to swell, a yellow liquid gushed out from between her legs, spilling onto the phone and ending the call.

It was a fitting end for someone like him.

Or was it?

"Huh-it! Huh-it!"

"This vagina wasn't bad."

"Hehe. What should I do from now on? Should I break up with my boyfriend and serve you forever?"

"That would be a shame."

I gently let her down and gave her an order.

"Continue dating your boyfriend, but forbid any sexual activity or affection. Instead, make him wear a chastity belt."

"Ah ha! I understand what you mean."

She smiled slyly, understanding my intent.

"I'll make your boyfriend a masochist. I'll show him our sex videos daily and make him addicted to defeat."

"You're clever."

I helped her by taking a photo of myself kissing my penis.

Even if he doesn't know me, a man who treats women as a source of income doesn't deserve respect.

Women exist to be ogled, after all.