All My Murim Noonas Are Obsessed With Me!-Chapter 99: Dang Ayeong’s A Dangerous Woman (4) (18+)

[Protagonist’s POV]

It felt like—

’...Drugs?’

By the time I realized, the whole bottle was gone down my throat.

"Haah... haah..."

"Wow, good job! Not a single drop wasted, just like I said."

Thump thump.

My heart raced, pupils quivering.

My mouth hung open, drooling uncontrollably.

But with my last shred of willpower, I glared at her—

Fury—no, contempt—welling up at her for stooping to drugs—

"Oh...?"

"Heh. Think I’d only put drugs in there?"

Thump thump thump.

My heart went wild.

I’d always known she was pretty, but now she looked gorgeous—lovable beyond words.

I wanted to keep staring, to kiss those luscious lips.

Her body, fully exposed without bandages indoors, held my gaze captive.

"Ah... ngh..."

No—this isn’t real.

I’ve got Master.

This fake, drugged-up feeling—I’d shake it off—

"Look over here?"

"Huh...?"

My brief resistance crumbled as her voice pulled my eyes to her.

Shake shake.

"It’s the same stuff as before."

She dangled another bottle, giving it a light shake.

My resolve vanished—my stare locked on it.

"Now, watch closely..."

She popped the cap and tilted it.

A stream trickled out, drawn by gravity, landing on her pale, bare chest—

A breast too big for one hand, now cradled as the liquid soaked it.

From the top down to her pink nipple, the drug flowed, almost like it was seeping from her.

Shake shake.

"Here~ Your favorite drug~ Plenty right here~"

She swayed her drenched chest side to side.

Was it the drug—or just me being a guy?—I couldn’t look away.

"But are you sure? It’s not just drugs in there... There’s a potion that makes you like me more the more you take~"

"...!"

"You’re tougher than I expected, but you can’t hold out forever, right? This potion’s my own creation, after all."

"C-Coward..."

"Oh, saying you don’t need it? Impressive! You look frail, but I guess you don’t see the future for nothing~"

Before I could finish, she exaggeratedly grabbed a tissue from nearby.

"Too bad~ The ingredients are rare—hard to make~"

She slowly brought the tissue to her chest—

++++

It was as clear as day that if I lingered just a bit longer, the drug would be fully absorbed into the tissue and vanish.

"The only bottle left was this one~ What should we do~?" Dang Ah-young teased in a singsong voice.

It was a childish trap.

A painfully obvious one.

There was no way I’d fall for something so blatant.

I resisted her temptation right up until her hand nearly let the tissue soak up the last of the drug—

Slurp.

—I couldn’t hold out.

Lick, lick.

I buried my face in her chest, frantically licking the drug smeared across her skin. It had spread unevenly, making it harder to consume, but I lapped at it desperately. The softness of her breasts—the symbol of maternal femininity absent in men—yielded under my hands and tongue, offering a pliant, comforting texture.

Lost in my single-minded pursuit of the drug, I didn’t notice.

The mocking smirk on Dang Ah-young’s face as she looked down at me.

"Haah... haah..."

Lick, lick.

Even after I’d licked every trace of the drug from her chest, leaving it slick with my saliva, I kept going. Rational thought had long since abandoned me. The pleasure from the drug and the satisfaction of her soft flesh had addicted me, blinding me to everything else.

Suck.

Maybe it was because I’d seen a droplet lingering on her nipple earlier. With the irrational hope that sucking there might yield more of the drug, I latched onto it. The faint lingering scent of the substance clouded my mind further.

Pat, pat.

"Good boy~" she cooed, her fingertips stroking my hair.

"Mmph..." I mumbled, my mouth still working as I tilted my head to look up at her.

I’d always thought she was pretty, but now she seemed even more breathtaking.

Thump, thump.

Beyond the drug’s effects, my heart raced the moment our eyes met. I wanted to etch her beauty into my memory—every second, every fleeting moment I could keep her in my sight.

"More..." My voice came out wet and trembling.

Drool stained the corners of my mouth, and tears welled in my eyes.

"Please... more..." I begged her.

What I was pleading for, I couldn’t tell.

The drug? Her love? Raw pleasure?

My broken mind couldn’t decipher it.

But she seemed to know.

"Alright. You want more of this, right?"

From somewhere, she produced another bottle of the drug—the same kind. She’d said the last one was gone, but that didn’t matter now.

Nod, nod, nod.

All that mattered was that there was more.

I reached out with shaky, unsteady arms to grab it, but—

Whoosh.

"Nope, I can’t just hand it over that easily," she said with a playful grin, holding the bottle high above my reach. My short stature left me powerless, even stretching as far as I could.

"Please... I’ll do anything..." I whimpered.

"Anything?" she asked, her tone teasing.

"Yes..." I breathed.

"Then sleep with me."

"Huh...?"

Twitch, twitch.

Her sudden proposition sent a jolt through my confined erection. It had been rock-hard for a while now, and even the slight brush against my clothes through the fabric sent waves of pleasure coursing through me.

"T-That’s..." I stammered.

My ruined rationality couldn’t stop me, but instinct did. A primal survival urge screamed that giving in completely might shatter me beyond repair. It knew how vulnerable I was to pleasure in this state.

"Don’t you want to? Don’t you love me?" she pressed.

"Ugh... ughh..."

I knew these feelings were fake, conjured by the drug, but that didn’t make them vanish.

Thump, thump.

"Ah... ahh..."

As the drug-fueled emotions clashed with my instincts, she delivered the final blow.

"One climax, one bottle. How’s that?"

"Ah...?"

Her offer crumbled the last of my resistance.

"Y-Yeah... just one bottle. Just one..."

"I’ll do it," I said, hastily stripping off my clothes.

Dang Ah-young’s disheveled attire revealed her undergarments—remove those, and we could begin immediately. Driven by the urgent need to get the drug, I reached for her clothes too, but—

"Wait. You think you can move?" she interrupted, stopping me.

"What do you mean—"

Slide.

"Eek...!"

Her hand brushed my erection through the fabric, and a shiver of pleasure so intense it gave me goosebumps shot through me.

"See? You can’t move, can you?" she said smugly.

"..."

Nod.

I nodded silently. She was right. In this state, overwhelmed by pleasure, I doubted I could even thrust properly. I might collapse mid-act from the sensation alone.

"Then... don’t you have something to say to me?" she prompted.

"...Huh?"

"You can’t move on your own. To get the drug, you need to climax through sex. Doesn’t that mean someone else has to do the moving?"

"..."

My face burned with embarrassment. I couldn’t believe I had to ask for something like this. But I had no choice.

"...Please," I muttered.

"What? I didn’t hear that," she teased.

"...Move for me... and make me... release. Please..." I forced out, mortified.

Whoosh!

The moment the words left my mouth, my vision flipped again. My barely upright posture was undone, and once more, the ceiling and Dang Ah-young’s face filled my sight.

"...You asked for this yourself, right?" she confirmed.

"Yes..." I whispered.

I knew I’d dug my own grave, but the drug’s lingering addiction and my feelings for her left me powerless to resist.

Slide.

With swift hands, she stripped away my clothes, exposing my erection to the air. The coolness against its feverish heat was a stark reminder of how far from normal my body had strayed.

"Here... watch closely..." she instructed.

She began lowering her hips toward my straining member.