I Became the One Who Takes. 204

## Chapter 204 - (16)

"Feeling good?"
"N-Not... good...!"

The woman glared at me.

Having bedded many women while completing various quests, I had learned one method.

A way to amplify a woman's pleasure.

Of course, not everyone could use this method.

It was only possible because I could accurately discern a person's kinks.

First, I knead her body as if I'm working dough.

This helps blood circulation, relaxes the body, and naturally increases sensitivity.

This was what I had been doing until now.

Then, I stimulate the genital area.

It might seem sudden, but it's a common erogenous zone for everyone.

Once stimulated, I could make her recognize pleasure.

This was what I was doing now.

"Ugh, ugh...!"

She writhed and resisted the pleasure, but she couldn't escape my touch.

Her body recognized the pleasure, but the woman still glared at me.

This was perfect.

There was a limit to moving someone's heart with pleasure alone.

From my many experiences, I learned that stimulating their kinks was more effective than sexual pleasure in winning over their heart.

Even if a kiss might provide less pleasure than a handjob that you can't see, if kissing is a kink, the sexual excitement skyrockets to a different level when kissing.

I didn't need to look far; I was the same.

These days, even if I see a pretty woman, I don't get interested unless I can take her.

Especially when trying to persuade someone's heart, I had to subtly use these kinks.

"Wait... let's rest for a second...!"
"Name."
"...Hwa-yul. Lee Hwa-yul...!"

In the end, the woman, Hwa-yul, shouted her name and earned a moment of rest.

As I released her, Hwa-yul lay on the bed, her body drenched in sweat.

Her chest rose and fell with each rough breath.

I looked at her chest as if it were hateful.

Her body was already flushed red from the countless forced caresses.

Her blood circulation seemed to be perfect.

"Hiss... whew..."

Hwa-yul seemed to have curses building up in her throat, but she didn't utter them.

She probably realized that even her curses would only please me.

It was a wise move.

As she thought, I was the type to consider the enemy's curses as praise.

I slowly leaned my face towards her as she rested.

Hwa-yul quickly turned her head and looked at me with contempt.

"What are you doing?"
"What else? Kissing?"

Hwa-yul frowned at my nonchalant words.

"What?"
"Isn't this better than being touched all the time?"
"..."

I proposed.

Whether she would continue to receive my touch, or obediently kiss me.

As I slowly stroked her thigh with my hand, Hwa-yul bit her lip.

Hwa-yul, who had been touched to the point of panting, fell into 고민.

And she chose.

Hwa-yul slowly turned her head.

She was saying she would kiss me.

Without knowing what results that choice would bring.

***

'Why me...!'

How did I end up here?

At first, the mission I was assigned felt too trivial.

My first mission, as an assassin raised with the Dark Heaven Arts, was to assassinate Namgung Yu, a junior disciple of the Namgung Clan, and impersonate him to take his place.

I had heard it was an important role, but I couldn't understand why.

Nevertheless, I didn't express my dissatisfaction.

Orders were absolute.

If I refused—

And, when I actually saw Namgung Yu, I could understand why I was the right person for this job.

Height, frame, body shape.

Namgung Yu resembled me in many ways.

If I just touched up my face with the makeup techniques I had studied, no one would recognize me, at least during the martial arts tournament.

But there was one variable.

'Who is he?'

There was a man stuck tightly to Namgung Yu's side, who was definitely not in the information.

No, unbelievably, it seemed like Namgung Yu was the one clinging to him.

Strange.

Namgung Yu shouldn't have a lover right now, or if he did, it should be a disciple of the Wudang Clan named 'Poong-woon.'

'Is he a new lover?'

It was an unexpected situation, but this much of a variable was nothing.

After briefly investigating the man, he was just a young sprout from a righteous sect in the Inmu Academy anyway.

"Seong-han."

His name was ordinary too.

He wasn't a disciple of a famous clan or sect.

According to informants, there were rumors that he had taken care of three disciples of the Moryong Clan, but.

'I can beat those three idiots from the Moryong Clan easily enough.'

Seeing the disciples of the Moryong Clan from a while ago, it wasn't that great of an achievement.

So I decided to approach him when the timing was right.

Just then, Namgung Yu was trying to pass through the crowded central street with the man.

This was an opportunity sent from heaven.

I began to take action.

The method was simple.

I mixed into the crowd and pushed people little by little, making them collide with Namgung Yu and the man.

It was unlikely that the two would let go of their hands with that much impact, but if my hand techniques were added to the confusion, it would be a different story.

I naturally snatched the man's hand from Namgung Yu.

The man seemed to sense something strange and looked back at me.

'He won't notice.'

The man didn't notice that it wasn't Namgung Yu looking at his back.

I paid attention to every strand of hair.

Even if it wasn't him, it wouldn't be easy to distinguish even for the Namgung Clan's family.

Everything was going smoothly.

All that was left was to take him to the hideout and throw a poisoned piece of iron at him in a surprise attack.

Yes, that's what I thought—

That, the result was this mess.

'I was wrong.'

About this man.

I don't know why, but this man's martial arts level wasn't something you'd find at the Inmu Academy.

He didn't just deflect the hidden weapon thrown from close range, he caught it gently.

On top of that, he cowardly pretended to be hit by the hidden weapon, extracted information, and ambushed me.

Even capturing me and performing sexual torture.

No matter how I thought about it, he wasn't someone who should be in the righteous sect.

Rather, he was suitable for this side, the Dark Heaven Arts—

"Hwa-yul, open your mouth."

Gritting my teeth, I glared at the man, Seong-han.

I made another mistake by giving in to anger.

I now knew that such a gaze would only please the man.

The man smiled and reached out to gently caress my face.

This strange warmth felt unpleasant.

The man was going to steal my lips by force while holding my face.

It was rather an opportunity.

If I bit my tongue—

"Pointless resistance isn't fun. You know?"

My body trembled at the man's low voice.

I knew.

He was a master who created ice out of thin air and performed the bizarre act of melting it in an instant.

Just for the reason of erasing my makeup.

A utilization of inner energy that I had never seen even in the Dark Heaven Arts.

I vaguely knew that he was a master who couldn't be dealt with by biting my tongue.

'Then, what am I supposed to do...!'

Am I supposed to obediently accept a kiss like this?

That was rather an easy task.

Then what's next?

What will he ask for next?

Should I just reveal everything now? Or should I resist this man fiercely?

Either way, the result was the same.

Death.

Whether I talked about the Dark Heaven Arts or resisted fiercely.

The two words, death, seemed to be approaching clearly.

I didn't want that.

So I couldn't choose anything and just kept my mouth shut.

"Don't tremble. Here, ah..."

Even though the man whispering softly was annoying, it was unbelievable that I felt strangely calm when listening to his touch and voice.

In the end, I had no choice but to open my mouth.

A kiss is just...

The man's face approached, and our lips met.

I squeezed my eyes shut.

"Ugh...!"

The man's tongue slowly entered my mouth.

The sticky sound spread through the shack.

The man's tongue touched mine, and the man's tongue swept up my tongue as if caressing it.

"Ugh... wha, wha... thup..."

It was an unfamiliar feeling.

Our breaths became one, and saliva mixed.

My tongue moved haphazardly according to the man's rough and blatant tongue movements.

'It's hard to breathe... but...'

Our faces were close, and because our faces were close, our bodies touched each other.

Our tongues were intertwined, and even the man's pulse seemed to be transmitted through my body.

The man's heart was beating fast.

Probably my heart was too.

I felt strange feeling that.

Why am I like this.

It's all because of the man's hand job from earlier.

My body has become strange because my private parts have been touched here and there.

Maybe he fed me some kind of drug when we mixed tongues—

'What the hell!'

Clench!

I thought I was going to get weird if I went on like this, so I bit the man's tongue.

I regretted it for a moment, but the man looked at me calmly.

The man chuckled and now, while teasing my mouth, he caressed my body.

'No...'

If my body is touched here—

In the future that I imagined automatically, all I could do was fidget with my fingers anxiously.

Shoulder blades, ribs, waist, pelvis.

Every time he stroked the side of my body, the nerves all over my body became sensitive.

My body trembled slightly.

'...Why?'

He had been touching my body roughly until just now, but now.

Why is he caressing me as if tickling me like lovers playing around?

What is that gaze looking down at my anxious self?

'Annoying... it's annoying but...'

I felt strange that I kept mixing my tongue deeper and concentrating on his touch.