The Best MC Netori

Sung-Min spent the rest of the day riding the high from his morning with Soo-Jin, a smug grin tugging at his lips every time he replayed the alley scene in his head. By the time evening rolled around, he was restless, pacing his cramped apartment like a lion in a cage. Ji-Yeon's text from last night—"Bring that 'wow' energy"—burned in his mind, a promise he intended to keep. Tae-Ho might be a looming threat, but tonight was about reclaiming his first conquest, and damn if he wasn't ready.

He showered again—hot water this time, washing away the day's sweat and coffee scent—then threw on a dark hoodie and jeans that fit just right. Charm 22 and Stamina 18 gave him an edge he could feel, a quiet confidence that hadn't been there a week ago. His phone buzzed as he laced up his sneakers: Ji-Yeon.

Ji-Yeon: "Tae-Ho's out with his gym bros. Coast's clear. Get over here, 3D."

Sung-Min grinned, typing back: "On my way. Hope you're ready."

Ji-Yeon: "Born ready. Don't keep me waiting."

He grabbed his keys and bolted out the door, the cool night air hitting him as he jogged the two doors down to 3B. The hallway was quiet, the flickering bulb still buzzing like a dying fly. He knocked—three sharp raps—and the door swung open almost instantly.

Ji-Yeon stood there, and holy hell, she'd brought the "wow" energy herself. She wore a black silk robe, barely tied, slipping off one shoulder to reveal a sliver of smooth skin. Her hair was loose, cascading over her shoulders, and her pouty lips curved into a smirk that promised trouble.

"About time," she said, stepping aside to let him in. "Thought you'd chicken out after Tae-Ho's little visit."

Sung-Min kicked the door shut behind him, locking it with a flick. "Takes more than a meathead to scare me off. You okay after that?"

She shrugged, the robe slipping further to expose the curve of her breast. "He's been a moody ass all day, but he bought the sock story. For now. Doesn't matter—he's not here, and I need a distraction."

"Lucky for you," he said, stepping closer, "I'm the best distraction in town."

Her smirk widened, and she grabbed his hoodie, pulling him into a kiss that hit like a freight train. No preamble, no teasing—just raw, hungry need. Her lips were soft but fierce, tasting faintly of wine, and when her tongue slid against his, Sung-Min groaned, hands finding her hips like they belonged there.

The system pinged, but he barely noticed, too caught up in the heat of her pressing against him. She broke the kiss, breathing hard, and tugged him toward the couch. "Bedroom's too far," she muttered, shoving him down onto the cushions.

"Works for me," he said, grinning as she climbed onto his lap, straddling him. The robe fell open completely now, revealing she'd skipped everything underneath—bare, perfect, and already flushed with want. His hands slid up her thighs, gripping hard, and she moaned, rocking against him through his jeans.

"You're overdressed," she said, yanking his hoodie up and off, tossing it aside. Her nails raked down his chest, leaving faint red lines, and he hissed, the sting mixing with the heat pooling in his gut.

"Fixing that," he replied, kicking off his sneakers as she attacked his jeans, popping the button with practiced ease. She didn't bother with slow—his jeans and boxers were down his thighs in seconds, and when she wrapped her hand around him, he groaned, head tipping back.

"Missed this?" she teased, stroking him slow and firm, her thumb brushing the tip just to watch him squirm.

"Missed you," he shot back, voice rough as he pulled her closer, kissing her hard. His hands roamed—her hips, her ass, up to her breasts, squeezing until she gasped into his mouth. She was all curves and fire, and the way she ground against him, wet and ready, was driving him insane.

"Enough talk," she said, pushing him back against the couch. She lifted her hips, guiding him to her entrance, and sank down—slow at first, teasing, then all the way, taking him deep. Sung-Min swore, hands digging into her thighs as she enveloped him, hot and tight and perfect.

"Fuck, Ji-Yeon—" His voice broke as she started to move, rolling her hips in a rhythm that made his vision blur. She braced her hands on his chest, riding him like she owned him, and maybe she did—every bounce, every moan, every shudder pulling him deeper into her orbit.

Her breasts bounced with each thrust, and he couldn't resist—leaning up, he caught one in his mouth, sucking hard, tongue flicking over her nipple. She cried out, fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer as she picked up the pace. The couch creaked under them, springs protesting, but neither cared.

"Sung-Min—God—" Her voice was a mess, needy and raw, and it spurred him on. He gripped her hips, thrusting up to meet her, driving deeper until she was trembling, her moans turning into gasps. She was close—he could feel it in the way she tightened around him, desperate and wild.

"Come on," he growled against her skin, one hand sliding between them to find her clit, rubbing fast and firm. That did it. She shattered, screaming his name as she came, her walls clenching so hard it dragged him over the edge too. He thrust up one last time, spilling inside her with a groan that rattled his bones, pleasure crashing through him like a tidal wave.

They collapsed together, her forehead pressed to his, both panting like they'd run a marathon. The air smelled of sex and silk, heavy and thick, and Sung-Min grinned, dazed but triumphant.

"Wow enough for you?" he asked, voice hoarse.

Ji-Yeon laughed, breathless, brushing sweaty hair from her face. "You're gonna kill me one of these days, 3D."

"Worth it," he said, kissing her slow and lazy, savoring the afterglow. She shifted, still on his lap, and he groaned as she clenched around him again, teasing even now.

"Careful," he warned, smirking. "Stamina 18's got limits."

"Liar," she shot back, climbing off him with a wince, grabbing her robe from the floor. She didn't tie it, letting it hang open as she flopped beside him, one leg thrown over his. "You're a machine."

The system dinged, finally breaking through the haze.

[Bonus encounter completed! Target: Park Ji-Yeon. Reward: +5 Confidence for repeat dominance. Current stats: Charm 22, Stamina 18, Stealth 2, Deception 3, Confidence 5. She's yours—watch Tae-Ho's next move.]

Sung-Min smirked, leaning back. Confidence 5, huh? Felt right—he'd owned that couch like a king. But Tae-Ho's name in the system's warning sent a flicker of unease through him. The guy was out now, but he'd be back, and Ji-Yeon's "wow" energy wasn't exactly subtle.

She nudged him, smirking. "What's that look? Thinking about round two?"

"Tempting," he said, tracing a finger down her thigh. "But I should bounce before Tae-Ho's gym sesh ends. Don't want a repeat of yesterday."

She sighed, dramatic but playful. "Fine. Tomorrow night, then? He's got a late shift."

"Deal," he said, pulling his clothes back on. She watched, shameless, robe still open, and he had to force himself to the door before he caved. "Stay out of trouble 'til then."

"No promises," she called as he slipped out, shutting the door behind him.

The hallway was still quiet, but Sung-Min's heart raced as he jogged back to 3D. Inside, he collapsed onto his own couch, grinning like an idiot. Two girls, two days, both begging for more. The system was turning him into a legend, and he was loving every second.

His phone buzzed—Soo-Jin.

Soo-Jin: "Min-Soo's losing it. Keeps asking who I'm 'smiling for.' Might need another rescue tomorrow. U in?"

Sung-Min laughed, typing: "Always. Same time, same place?"

Soo-Jin: "You know it. Bring that hero vibe."

He set the phone down, stretching out. Ji-Yeon tonight, Soo-Jin tomorrow, Eun-Ha's yoga class in the afternoon. His schedule was a masterpiece of chaos, and he was the artist. But as the high faded, that flicker of unease grew. Tae-Ho. Min-Soo. Joon-Hyuk. Three shadows on the horizon, and he was the spark lighting their fuses.

The system pinged again.

[Reminder: Mission progress with Eun-Ha at 5%. Thursday class tomorrow. Joon-Hyuk's weekend absence confirmed. Plan your move.]

Sung-Min's grin returned, sharp and wicked. "Oh, I've got moves." He'd charm Eun-Ha tomorrow, push Soo-Jin further, keep Ji-Yeon hooked. The netori game was a tightrope, and he was dancing on it—danger be damned.

Sleep came easy, dreams filled with silk robes and coffee-scented skin. Whatever tomorrow brought, he'd face it.