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EP. 153 Life is All About One Big Break!! (2)

Finally, I've got a bite.

To find the hidden female gacha here,

I thought I'd try anything that catches my eye.

But I didn't expect to be approached so quickly.

After all, earning 10 billion from 1 million is quite a feat.

"Please come this way, sir."

As I admired the employee's swaying hips,

I followed her guidance to a place.

It was a VIP room, typically used to treat esteemed guests.

Will the manager come here to meet me?

While examining the VIP room to pass the time,

the employee pressed a hidden button beside a painting.

The painting split in half, revealing a hidden passageway.

"What kind of security do they have here?"

Just getting into the VIP room is a challenge.

And now there's a secret passageway that needs to be known.

This means you can't enter through normal means.

Relying on the faint light,

I walked through the dark passageway and opened a thick door resembling a vault.

A different atmosphere unfolded.

"What's this smell?"

"It seems to be a high-purity aphrodisiac. Though it's nothing compared to Mr. Kim Jinwoo's."

Compared to the succubus aphrodisiac I produce,

it's far inferior.

Yet, it's a high-purity aphrodisiac that wouldn't be sold on the market.

Clearly, it's been used for a long time, as it's spread through the air.

I've unknowingly consumed some of it.

This level of aphrodisiac doesn't even affect my liver.

Jung Sahwa wouldn't need any explanation.

"If you'd like, you can also purchase aphrodisiacs. Of course, you can pay with chips."

Indeed.

Is this place gathering VIPs to fleece them?

Not only do they sell aphrodisiacs,

but they also seem to employ professionals to drain the minds of these marks.

"Brother, I want this. Can you buy it for me?"

"Haha! I can buy that much anytime. Just say the word!"

"Kyaaa! Brother is the best!"

Anyone can see they're just pretending to throw a tantrum to get money.

Completely lacking in subtlety,

this toad-like guy flaunts his wealth, spending money like water.

It's a tactic that's obvious to outsiders.

Why do they fall for it so easily?

"How about my fellatio, sir?"

"It's the best. I'm glad I chose you."

Slurp, slurp.

The employee sucks on the impotent man's limp penis.

The wealthy man seems pleased, tilting his head back.

But as soon as his gaze disappears,

a dark shadow falls over her expression.

It's because of the money, but

sucking on an impotent man's penis is disgusting.

"Ahh! Ahhh! Ugh! I'm going to cum!"

"Hehe, your skills are still top-notch."

Snap, snap.

The employee shakes her hips with a penis barely an inch long.

However, the employee on top doesn't seem to enjoy it much.

She fakes moans to please him.

Her acting skills are commendable, but

her voice lacks sincerity, so I'd give her 4 out of 10.

"Is it not enough yet?"

"You're impatient, sir. Just a bit more."

I thought I'd gone quite far,

but the employee's guidance showed no signs of ending.

It seemed our destination wasn't here.

Let's proceed further into the darkness.

"Give the password. Penis."

"Penis that reaches the womb."

"Vagina."

"Vagina always ready for pregnancy."

"...Pass."

After exchanging passwords that fit the altered common sense,

we passed through a door covered in gold.

Finally, we reached the hidden VIP area.

It wasn't much different from the regular area,

but upon closer inspection, it offered a different level of gambling.

"I'll go further! I'll go further!"

"Don't joke! I can still go further!"

Two women inserting dildos into their vaginas until they bleed.

Above them, the number of times they've climaxed is recorded.

Onlookers bet on who will reach the set number first.

The stakes range from 2 billion to 200 billion.

It's clear we live in different worlds.

"Are those people employees?"

"No, they're not. They're just livestock that can't pay their debts."

There are many people without rights.

It's not surprising, but

seeing such a scene that's close to torture feels strange.

"Ah, it's time to exchange the livestock. Would you like to try?"

Pity them, but

I have no way to save them.

They're suffering because of their own actions.

Why should I save gambling addicts?

As I watched them being carried like luggage,

seeing them bleed between their legs filled me with regret.

"It's a shame about their vaginas."

To think they're ruining their vaginas like that.

It means fewer vaginas for me to enjoy.

I vowed to have that woman once her wounds heal.

I mingled with the gamblers.

They were analyzing which livestock would perform better using newspaper-like information sheets.

It's like horse racing.

"Do you need something from me?"

"I apologize. I'm new here and didn't mean to intrude."

The gambler next to me noticed my gaze.

He smiled wryly and handed me an information sheet.

"Take one. You can get these anywhere, so consider it a welcome gift."

"Thanks."

Is he being kind or trying to scam me with fake information?

Either way, it doesn't matter.

Checking how things work here,

I feel confident I can win no matter who I choose.

As I looked for the favorite,

I caught eyes with the woman in seat 4.

Glancing at the information sheet,

she was known as "The Iron Maiden" due to her anorgasmia.

She's been here for four years now,

but has only climaxed seven times.

The nickname "Iron Maiden" seems fitting.

"Her odds are higher than others."

Others offer only 1.2 or 1.4 times the bet,

but betting on her gives an absurd 20 times return.

Everyone seems to have given up on her.

This works in my favor.

"I'll bet 1 billion on number 4."

"...Okay?"

The employee's expression twisted when I said I'd bet everything on number 4.

"I don't recommend that woman. Please choose another livestock if possible."

"Can an employee change a customer's decision?"

"Uh, no... that's not it."

Regardless of who I choose,

it's none of the employee's business whether I throw my money away.

With a haughty attitude, she backed down or gave up.

She knew I was serious, so she placed all my money on number 4.

Others saw this as an opportunity and added bets to their chosen livestock.

The odds skyrocketed.

What was 20 times became 80 times.

The atmosphere in the room heated up.

"Hmm, 8 billion, I guess. Making money is easy."

"You haven't even started yet, sir."

Her enthusiasm waned compared to earlier.

Perhaps my value in her eyes had decreased.

Once the results are out, opinions will reverse.

At that moment, the candidates began to masturbate with a bell sound.

Some were familiar with it and reached climax quickly with their own methods.

Number 4, however, showed discomfort and performed a lukewarm masturbation.

Everyone pitied me, thinking I'd lose.

'Any woman who falls for me is a done deal.'

"Hmm...!"

Snap, snap, snap, snap!

I used a ghost hand to fondle number 4's body messily.

Her expression contorted in pleasure as the numbers on the board rose rapidly.

"Oh! Ugh! It won't stop! My vagina is ruined!"

Snap! Splurt! Snap! Splurt! Snap! Splurt!

Number 4 sprayed love juices with each thrust.

Other candidates quickly moved their fingers, but

the gap that had formed wasn't easily closed.

Number 4's surroundings were drenched in love juices,

and she had long since become a sex doll in ecstasy.

"I'm ruined! I'm really ruined...! Ah..."

As her reaction ceased, everyone let out a sigh of relief.

But this wasn't the end of her climax; it was just a sign of the massive wave to come.

"Heehee! Oh! Splurt! Splurt! Splurt!"

Number 4's love juices sprayed violently.

Her brain seemed to be damaged as she bled from her nose and convulsed.

Though number 4 had already secured victory,

her climax showed no signs of stopping.

The gamblers looked on with disappointed faces,

but I approached the stunned employee.

"Easy to make money, right? Just like I said."

"Haha... yes."

The employee trembled as she agreed.

When I chose number 4, there was contempt in her voice,

but now she's filled with awe.

But I realized I forgot to ask something important.

"How much is 141 Land worth?"

"What? Why are you asking that suddenly?"

With the 8 billion I've earned,

if I win in high-odds gambling, it could amount to astronomical figures.

Can 141 Land handle such an amount?

"Report this to the general manager immediately. If not, 141 Land might be taken over entirely."

***

The other side must have been watching me.

They called before the employee could report.

Since I keep betting on high-odds games,

141 Land is getting anxious.

A man introduced himself as the general manager.

He skillfully prepared a cigar and lit it.

"Hmm... what do you want?"

"Just the female gacha, please."

"..."

I didn't bother with small talk and got straight to the point.

The general manager sighed, seemingly having expected this.

"Follow me."

He didn't want to complicate things, so he quietly stood up.

I followed him to the elevator we used earlier.

As we pressed the floor buttons, the elevator suddenly lurched and began to plummet.

"Why didn't you tell me about this?!"

I managed to grab the handrail without injury.

I glared at the general manager, filled with resentment.

He shrugged, saying he didn't know, and fled as soon as the doors opened.

"Mr. Kim Jinwoo, are you injured anywhere?"

"I'm fine."

Jung Sahwa checked my body to make sure.

Fortunately, I wasn't hurt, and she reassured me.

"What's the female gacha, and why did you come all this way?"

"You'll understand once you hear the explanation."

Not just anyone, but Jung Sahwa said that.

It seems it's not a simple matter.

As we exited the elevator,

we followed the general manager.

"Bravo! It's been a while since we've had a guest!"

"Marillyn Dylan! What are you doing here?"

A woman with vibrant blonde hair,

wearing an expensive fur coat, caught the general manager's attention.

She must be someone important.

"Marillyn, why are you here?"

"Wow, isn't that Sahwa? Why are you here?"

Do they know each other?

I looked at Jung Sahwa with curiosity.

She explained with a sigh, seemingly reluctant.

"Her name is Marillyn Dylan. She's an S-grade onahole from the U.S."

"Call her Marillyn affectionately."

"Huh?"

An S-grade onahole?

Not like Na-chan's past form, but a real S-grade onahole?

Why is someone so remarkable here?

I understood the reactions of the general manager and Jung Sahwa belatedly.

"Surprise... isn't the right word, is it?"

"Cut the nonsense and speak quickly."

Jung Sahwa's sharp tone suggested she might not get along with other S-grade onaholes.

Her emotions were evident on her face.

Marillyn, however, smiled and whispered to me.

"Fate told me that coming here would bring good fortune."

"That's...?"

'Why not do the gacha first?'

Honestly, whether she's an S-grade onahole or not,

I'm eager to do the gacha and it's driving me crazy.

I gently pushed Marillyn aside and approached the general manager.

Marillyn looked stunned, as if she had seen something unbelievable.

"I want to do the gacha first. Is any preparation needed?"

"No, you can start right away."

Fortunately, no additional preparation was required.

The general manager continued explaining the gacha.

"It costs 50 billion per try. You can't try again for a month after each attempt."

"Wow."

50 billion per try?

Only a truly wealthy person could afford that.

And with a month-long cooldown period,

it seems this rule was created because some rich person kept trying repeatedly.

"You take care of the money."

"Understood. I wish you luck."

The general manager bid me farewell and stepped back quietly.

I was left alone facing the female gacha.

It was a machine similar to those found in front of stationery stores, but much larger.

Though I had glimpsed it from afar,

up close, it was overwhelming in size.

"What will come out?"

I inserted the coin given by the general manager and turned the handle.

A noisy sound came from inside, followed by the sound of something dropping.

A small capsule emerged.

The result was a white capsule.

No matter how I looked at it, it didn't feel like a winning draw.

'Guess you can't get full on the first drink.'

There's no need to open it, so I put the capsule in my pocket and left quietly.

Not just the general manager who had left earlier,

but Marillyn was watching me from beside Jung Sahwa.

"Mr. Kim Jinwoo, what was the result?"

"It's a dud."

When I showed them the white capsule,

everyone's face contorted.

Why are they reacting like this?

Did I draw something I shouldn't have?

"Hehe, once you open it, you'll see why everyone's reacting this way."

"Hmm?"

Maybe there's a special outcome?

Let's open it as Marillyn suggested.

Inside, there was just a small note.

Maybe something is written on this note?

I carefully opened the note, and it contained a name that exceeded my expectations.

[S-grade Onahole Marillyn Dylan]

"Take care, darling♡."

"Huh?"

What's going on here?