The Best MC Netori

Sung-Min stood in front of apartment 3B, his fist hovering an inch from the door. The hallway was dim, lit only by a flickering bulb that buzzed like a dying insect. His heart hammered in his chest, and his palms were so sweaty he had to wipe them on his jeans. This was it. His first mission. Park Ji-Yeon—long legs, pouty lips, and a boyfriend who could probably bench-press him—was on the other side of that door. Alone.

"Okay, Sung-Min," he muttered under his breath. "You've got this. You've got a system now. You're not just some loser with a hentai stash. You're a protagonist."

The blue screen flickered into view beside him, unprompted.

[Target: Park Ji-Yeon. Status: Alone, bored. Suggested approach: Confidence is key. Knock already, coward.]

"Coward?!" Sung-Min hissed. "Who's writing your dialogue, huh?"

The screen didn't reply, but he swore it pulsed with smug amusement. Fine. He took a deep breath, squared his shoulders, and rapped his knuckles against the door—three sharp knocks.

For a moment, nothing. Then footsteps, soft and quick, approached. The door swung open, and there she was: Ji-Yeon, in all her unfairly gorgeous glory. She wore a loose white tank top that clung to her curves and a pair of tiny black shorts that barely qualified as clothing. Her dark hair was piled into a messy bun, a few strands framing her face. She looked… annoyed?

"Oh, it's you," she said, leaning against the doorframe. "The quiet guy from 3D, right? What's up?"

Sung-Min's brain blanked. Her voice was smooth, a little husky, and her eyes—damn, those eyes—were sizing him up like he was a mildly interesting stray cat. He opened his mouth, but all that came out was a strangled, "Uh…"

[Tip: Compliment her. Women like that. Don't choke.]

"Right!" he blurted, louder than intended. "I, uh, just wanted to say you look really nice tonight. Like, really nice."

Ji-Yeon raised an eyebrow, but a faint smirk tugged at her lips. "Thanks? That's… random. Did you need something, or…?"

Panic flared in his chest. He hadn't planned this far. "I—uh—heard Tae-Ho's not around, so I thought I'd check in. Neighborly duty, you know?"

Her smirk faded slightly, and she crossed her arms under her chest—accidentally (or not?) pushing her breasts up in a way that made Sung-Min's throat go dry. "Tae-Ho's at the gym. Again. Third night this week. What's your point?"

[Opportunity detected! She's frustrated. Push the angle.]

Sung-Min seized the lifeline. "That's rough. Guy's got a girl like you waiting at home, and he's off lifting weights? If I were him, I'd never leave you alone."

Ji-Yeon's eyes widened, just for a second, before she laughed—a short, sharp sound. "Smooth talker, huh? You're bolder than I thought, 3D."

"Call me Sung-Min," he said, forcing a grin. Confidence. He had to fake it 'til the system made it real. "And yeah, I guess I'm feeling bold tonight. Mind if I come in? I've got a six-pack of beer in my bag. Figured we could… hang out."

She hesitated, glancing down the empty hallway, then shrugged. "Sure, why not? I'm bored out of my mind anyway."

Score! Sung-Min's grin widened as he followed her inside. The apartment was small but cozy—soft lighting, a plush couch, a TV paused on some sappy K-drama. Ji-Yeon flopped onto the couch, patting the spot next to her. He set his backpack down, pulled out the beers (thank God he'd grabbed them on impulse earlier), and handed her one.

"So," she said, cracking the can open with a satisfying hiss, "what's your deal, Sung-Min? You're usually so quiet I forget you exist."

He took a swig of his own beer, the cold liquid steadying his nerves. "Maybe I'm just good at picking my moments. Like now."

She smirked again, sipping her drink. "Cute. Keep talking like that, and I might start liking you."

The next hour flew by in a blur of banter and beer. Ji-Yeon was sharp—wittier than he'd expected—and the more they talked, the more she opened up. Tae-Ho was a meathead, obsessed with his gym buddies, always leaving her to fend for herself. Sung-Min played along, nodding sympathetically, dropping flirty lines when he could. The system stayed silent, but he could feel it watching, waiting.

Then it happened. Ji-Yeon stretched, her tank top riding up to reveal a sliver of smooth stomach, and sighed. "You know, you're not wrong. Tae-Ho doesn't get it. I'm sitting here, all alone, and he doesn't even care."

Sung-Min's pulse quickened. This was his shot. He leaned closer, voice low. "If I had a girl like you, I'd make damn sure you never felt alone."

Her eyes flicked to his, and for a moment, the air crackled. Then she laughed softly, but it wasn't mocking—it was… inviting. "You're trouble, Sung-Min. I can tell."

"Only the good kind," he said, and before he could overthink it, he reached out, brushing a strand of hair from her face. Her breath hitched, and she didn't pull away.

[Critical moment! Go for it!]

Sung-Min didn't need the system's nudge. He closed the distance, pressing his lips to hers. She froze for a split second, then kissed him back—hard. Her hands slid up his chest, fingers curling into his shirt, and holy crap, she tasted like beer and something sweet, maybe lip gloss.

Things escalated fast. One minute they were kissing on the couch, the next she was straddling his lap, her shorts riding up as she ground against him. Sung-Min groaned, hands roaming her back, then lower, gripping her hips. She pulled back just enough to yank her tank top off, tossing it aside. No bra. Just perfect, bare skin, her nipples already hard.

"Ji-Yeon—" he started, but she cut him off with another kiss, fiercer this time, her tongue teasing his.

"Shut up," she breathed against his mouth. "Don't ruin it."

He didn't. His hands found her breasts, squeezing gently at first, then harder when she moaned into his mouth. She tugged at his shirt, impatient, and he helped her pull it over his head. Her nails raked down his chest as she rocked against him, the heat between her legs driving him insane through his jeans.

"Bedroom," she whispered, and he didn't need to be told twice. He scooped her up—surprising himself with how easy it felt—and carried her down the short hall to her room. The bed was unmade, sheets tangled, but neither of them cared. She shoved him onto the mattress, climbing on top, her shorts gone in a flash.

Sung-Min's breath caught as she peeled off his jeans, her fingers brushing his erection through his boxers before yanking those down too. He was rock hard, and the way her eyes widened made his ego swell almost as much as his dick.

"Damn," she murmured, straddling him again. "You've been hiding this?"

"Guess I'm full of surprises," he managed, voice rough.

She didn't waste time. One hand guided him to her entrance—she was already wet, slick against him—and then she sank down, taking him in one slow, torturous slide. Sung-Min groaned, head tipping back as her heat enveloped him. She was tight, perfect, and the way she rolled her hips made his vision blur.

"Fuck," he gasped, hands gripping her thighs as she started to move. Up and down, slow at first, then faster, her moans filling the room. Her breasts bounced with every thrust, and he couldn't resist leaning up to catch one in his mouth, sucking hard. She cried out, fingers digging into his shoulders, riding him like she was trying to break him.

"Sung-Min—oh God—" Her voice was a mess, needy and raw, and it pushed him over the edge. He flipped her onto her back, pinning her wrists above her head, and thrust into her hard. The bed creaked, her legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him deeper.

She came first, a shuddering, screaming mess, her walls clenching around him so tight he couldn't hold back. He followed seconds later, spilling inside her with a groan that felt like it came from his soul.

They collapsed together, panting, sweat-slicked and tangled in the sheets. Ji-Yeon laughed breathlessly, brushing hair from her face. "You're… way more fun than Tae-Ho."

Sung-Min grinned, still dazed. "Told you I'm the good kind of trouble."

A ding! sounded in his head, and the blue screen reappeared.

[Mission complete! Target: Park Ji-Yeon seduced. Reward: +5 Charm, Basic Seduction Skill unlocked. Bonus: Stamina +3 for exceptional performance.]

He smirked. Exceptional, huh? Yeah, this system thing was going to be a blast.