Chapter 484 – 484. Rublevka 2
First, there are no cancerous discharge. No, it’s bad, but not to the point where it’s unpleasant.
Ah. That woman’s impact was truly so great. She was almost like a fly.
Now, whenever I see a foreign woman, I’m going to check her genitals first. It was something she never even thought about when she only saw it in the video.
She still looks at me with burning eyes. She went behind the woman and put her hand inside her clothes.
A woman twisting her body and making strange sounds when her breasts are touched.
“Ah. Stay still. Shut your mouth.”
Why are Western women so beast-like? I don’t understand. It’s not my style either.
I like a girl who is a bit calm and shy. Of course, Anna is an exception.
Touch her chest and do a memory reading.
Of course there is no Igor… I read your memories about the bodyguard.
A woman who keeps wiggling her body little by little even though she is told not to move and not to make a sound.
Ah. Really. Really. Are you in heat? Well, I can’t help it since I’m charmed.
Anyway, that’s how I remembered it. About bodyguards and landlords.
Hmm. Good. This is enough. It’s not a big problem.
I still learned quite a bit through this man and this woman.
First, the bodyguards were unique. The system is unique, but… It seems like neither of them know the exact details.
That’s something you can understand right away by reading the parties directly.
They have about six skills. It is also at a trivial level.
Of course, if you combine it with six, it’s not much different from someone with twenty, but there’s no passive anyway.
Skill combinations without passives have no meaning. The range itself is different.
“Go and bring a bodyguard to this room. Is there a guy taking a break right now? Bring him in first. It doesn’t matter what method you use.”
“Yes, I understand.”
A little while after the woman left the door, I also came out of the room and returned to the male employee’s room.
Since she was on the other side of the women’s room, she wouldn’t be suspicious even if there was someone using detection skills, so she took one of her wills and sat down.
And then look at the woman.
In the past, you could only infer the situation by looking at the presence of a detection device, but now, thanks to clairvoyance, you can clearly see what you are doing.
A woman knocks in front of a resting security guard’s room.
The bodyguard was half-lying in bed, mesmerized. She hears a knock and opens the door.
She is a woman who makes flirtatious gestures as if she is fascinated and has been instructed to do so. A man who is surprisingly naive and embarrassed by such behavior.
Okay. That woman is also a good-looking woman. Because she’s the woman the landlord hugs whenever he’s bored.
It seems like the bodyguard is losing his mind when a woman like that takes such an active role.
Tsk tsk. My brain has already been eaten by dick. Look at the expression. He looks like he’s giving up his liver and gallbladder.
A man follows a woman out of the room. I went down the stairs and came to the front of the room where the woman was.
Turn the doorknob slightly, open it just a little so as not to make any sound, and then cast Nullification, Charm, and Sleep on the bodyguard and woman visible through the gap in the door.
A woman who loses fascination for a moment but then falls back on it. A bodyguard falls over after falling asleep.
Leave the guy and talk to the woman again.
“Go tell the two remaining bodyguards that this guy collapsed in front of here. You can act like that, right?”
“Yes, of course.”
She’s so bewitched that she’ll do it even if I tell her to jump into the fire pit. She smiles confidently.
“Go.”
The woman runs away. Oh… Has it already started? I like method acting.
A woman who climbed the stairs. Go to the room where the guards are and knock on the door.
An urgent expression, a gasping appearance. Hey. How can you not be fooled by that? Besides, that woman has been in this house for a long time.
There can be no room for doubt. That’s the scariest thing about fascination.
Two bodyguards come down in a huff, following the woman. Seeing the guy lying on the floor, he hurriedly runs towards him.
Two bodyguards, one with rolling eyes and the other listening to the heartbeat.
I sprayed the nullifier and immediately put sleep on the three bodyguards and the woman.
Two bodyguards falling over the fallen bodyguard and a woman falling to the floor.
First, I took out the tape and tied it up carefully.
Ruler. Now all the bad guys have been dealt with. It’s a worthwhile time.
Get information about the owner of this house from these guys. The skill is… Isn’t there something? Shield and reflection? Two of them?
Are you crazy? Or are you saying there is no need to use your own hands? You funny bastard.
The women he is with also have no attack skills. One produces cigarettes. One creates vodka.
Under. I really like these guys production skills. They are healthier than you think. It doesn’t fit the image of Russia at all.
Why is there no attack skill? I don’t understand. Do you trust your bodyguard that much?
This is why you peace-loving bastards… Tsk. Anyway, I’m fine. Because you won’t be attacked.
The room where the owner resides. When I looked there… Oh. I was trying to start something good.
Two women wearing skimpy clothes are dancing.
A man wearing only a robe watching this and sipping a glass of wine.
Ah. You have a great hobby. Thanks to you, I had a good time.
I confidently went to my room and opened the door.
A man looking in my direction in surprise at the suddenly opened door and two women looking at me while briefly screaming.
Looking at their expressions of confusion and bewilderment, I hurriedly went inside.
A man hurriedly trying to take something out from under his pillow. I immediately put nullification and sleep on it.
Watching the man collapse, the two women gathered to one side and held each other, looking at me as if they were afraid.
“Ah. I won’t kill you. Furthermore, I won’t kill you. Don’t worry.”
There’s no way I wouldn’t be worried if someone suddenly broke in said something like this.
But surprisingly, the fear quickly disappears. They still look anxious, but their expressions are much more relaxed than before.
Is that funny? Do you believe what the intruder says?
But if you think about it, this may be a daily occurrence for these guys. If you think about that, that kind of reaction might be understandable.
First, I approached the owner of the house and looked to see what he was trying to get out.
Gun. What do you want? Gun?
It looks like a gun… It is quite light.
I think this is probably an air gun too… This is good. For now, I confiscate this.
The two women are still shaking when they see me. When I saw them from afar, I thought they were just pretty girls, but when I saw them up close, wow. It feels different.
Do you feel like these are the women you have chosen? Women who film good things in porn or on sexy platforms, women who can at least give a slap.
I can’t help but feel a strain in my lower abdomen when I see those women in front of me, almost naked, making that kind of expression.
Not yet though. Let’s do what needs to be done.
I put them both to sleep. It ended up being a pretty good pose as they fell to the surface while holding each other and half-hugging each other.
Nice. Good. Stay like that for a moment.
Now it’s time to go through your memories. Please have information about Igor.
Of course, it would be a thief to expect to get a lot at once, but… Still, it’s better to come out if possible.
Thinking like that, I read the memory. The keyword is Igor. And… A memory came out.
Oh. Quite a lot. This is so exciting. So, I start reading from the first memory.
A conversation with a woman. But the content is a little strange. Going to college? Are you talking about something like that?
I kept reading the memories to see what it was about. But the more I listen, the more I think something is wrong.
In the end, I only knew for sure when I finished reading the first memory and the second memory.
Not the story of Igor Tmitrenko, but the story of his nephew Igor Usmanov.
Ah-oh. Fuck. I was excited for no reason. Okay. I never thought there could be someone I know with the same name.
No way. Kim Sae-ne. I’m annoyed. So are these memories that come to mind all about my nephew?
Change the keyword to Igor Tmitrenko and read the memory again.
I didn’t have many expectations. But one memory came out. What do you want? What? Really?
I look straight into my memories. It seems like it was a while ago. I’m on the phone.
Being a telephone means that it was before the world collapsed.
To be honest, most of the phone call was difficult to understand what was being said.
First, the names are shit. Those damn Russians. The name is so damn difficult.
“Mordashov… Who did you say would handle it? Oh, Igor Tmitrenko. No, I don’t know him. I understand.”
That was all I could get from memory. These are stories that are completely unrelated.
However… This alone is something to be thankful for. Because I caught at least a hint of something.
Once that’s done, what to do next has been decided. Who did you have this call with?
I look back at my memories forward and backward to find out who I was talking to.
Ivanovich Raskolnirov Makarov.
Fuck your name. I’m swearing. Once again, I feel fortunate to be Korean. Why is the name so long?
Anyway, Ivanovic was a politician. It seems like a pretty big deal.
This man. So, I am the one reading memories. This guy is Maxim Melinikov Vlasova.
Ah… Fuck. Real name…
Anyway, this guy, Maxim, has made a lot of money from his canning factory. And the factory is still running.
This guy can run the factory at full capacity thanks to unlimited electricity. Moreover, in this day and age, canned food is almost a currency.
And in Russia, thanks to the unique bartering system, the value of canned food is truly enormous.
That’s why I can still go to see ballet performances and live with two pretty women.
Because he was such a Maxim, he was able to become close to Ivanovich, a major politician.
Before the world falls apart, with excellent financial support, and after the world falls apart, with a huge amount of canned food.
Ah. There’s no need to know this. Rather, it just hurts my head.
Anyway, that’s the conclusion. Ivanovich. All you have to do is catch that guy and stop him.
He probably knows about Igor. I don’t know how much he knows, but at least he can get something.
One thing that makes me uneasy is that my memories are so old.
Moreover, looking at what he did to Anna’s family and the content of this phone call, Igor seems to be living a very rough life.
Is he going to stay alive? I wish I was alive.
Now that you’ve got everything you need, it’s time to take care of everything.
If this guy dies, will it end up in Ivanovich’s ears? Probably so, right?
Isn’t that the memory deletion method used in situations like this? But just deleting memories is actually unsettling.
If everyone falls asleep at the same time or loses their memories, it’s natural for them to think something has happened to them.
I need to quickly learn how to manipulate my memory. Tsk. I can’t help it because I’m busy every day.
Even if it means killing them, their memories are erased. In addition to becoming skilled, I have to erase what needs to be erased.
I erase all memories of Maxim and look at the women next to me.
Hmm. They should do it last. I went down and erased the memories of the bodyguards and the female employee.
And they also brought back the poor man who had been thrown away near the mafia hideout.
Take a quick glance at who is around you.
After erasing all memories, I removed the tape. Ruler. Now the last one. Hot women.
A blonde woman lying down. A black-haired woman lying down on top of him.
Such a desirable buttock of a woman with black hair.
The lower part is covered by a pair of skimpy thong panties. That has no meaning whatsoever. I can see everything.
She likes black-haired women more than blonde ones. The height is just right. I think we can do it like this.
When I slightly open the thong panties, my pussy is clearly visible. A smooth pussy with no hair.
It’s really amazing. It seems like some other creature. It’s not just a difference in the presence or absence of hair. Form… Should I say it?
Or maybe it’s because I’m Asian.
A body shape with such a small waist and firm buttocks feels like something out of CG.
That must be the difference between Oriental and Western films in porn.
I immediately pulled down my pants and rubbed my fully erect dick against the woman’s vagina.
It doesn’t matter whether you’re in the East or in the West, it doesn’t matter if you’re stimulated even when you’re asleep. Because it gets wet anyway.
After a few strokes, the pussy between her plump buttocks becomes glisteningly wet.
The color and shape are both unrealistic. How do you think it was made like this?
Will it feel real when I put it in? Then, let me check.
I hold on to her tight buttocks and slowly insert my dick into her pussy.
A cock that goes in easily. I coat the woman’s thick inside with my love juice and my Cooper juice.
I slowly moved my waist, and it quickly went in. Ugh. Good. It feels chewy.
