NTFT | Volume 2.4

Using my powers to seduce and bed someone was laughably easy. The problem was that after a month, the effect would dramatically drop, tasting either the descent into despair or confusion.

What to do?

I lightly caressed my wet body, keeping the heat of arousal from fading. If I still felt unsatisfied, I could always do it again by myself. Or I could go out and pick a decent one-night stand.

Yeah. A one-night stand. That’s not a bad idea.

I had been quite diligent, usually spending my evenings streaming, and it had been a long time since I had enjoyed a night out. It was about time I showed my pussy a good time. I had to get ready to go out immediately.

“Feels like it’s gonna be a fun night, huh?”

I was excited. How long had it been since I’d enjoyed a night out? Down there was wet, which was annoying. If I didn’t want to keep squeezing out milk from my chest, I needed to drain it while showering.

Heading to the bathroom, I threw off my top and decided to save time by kneading out the lumps of milk.

It had been a clean house, but after just one session of masturbation, clothes were strewn about, and bodily fluids had made it messy.

It finally felt like I was back in my own home.

Humming a tune, I massaged my chest and danced a little jig when the doorbell rang.

Ding-dong-

A tail suddenly shot up between my buttocks at the sound of the doorbell. Since it was unusual for someone to ring my bell, my body instinctively tensed in defense.

“Shit… Almost lost my liver.”

Losing a precious liver, a fatal event for a Gumiho. Who could have pressed the doorbell? Recent experiences had shown that those who suddenly appeared at the door or rang the bell were never good news.

This is why learned experiences had sensitized my body to such an extent.

If there’s no answer, they’ll just leave, I thought, staying put. But then the doorbell rang again, and the intercom on the wall lit up.

[It’s the installation technician! Are you home?]

“Ah! The installation technician!”

The moving was done, but due to scheduling miscommunications, the electronics technicians were a bit late. I had completely forgotten and carelessly been playing with myself naked. What a scatterbrain.

“Ah, just a moment!”

I hurriedly gathered my discarded clothes, roughly wiped the milk from my chest with a tissue, and flushed it down the toilet.

My appearance was disheveled and suspicious, but the installation technician showed a well-mannered smile trained in customer service.

“Are you home? Can we install the air conditioner and TV?”

“Yes, yes, come in.”

“Thank you.”

Since they had to install both the air conditioner and TV, two technicians had come together. Wearing caps, they quietly began setting up in the living room.

“What to do now…”

It was an awkward and embarrassing time. The technicians were busy installing electronics, and this situation of just standing there wasn’t exactly welcome.

Often, humans with naturally good social skills would make conversation or offer a drink, but I wasn’t that kind of warm person. Nor was I inclined to fuss over how this or that should be done and overly supervise their work.

I walked to the kitchen table and sat down at a comfortable distance.

I could see the installation from here, and keeping a reassuring distance eased my mind.

I rested my chin on my hand and watched them work. Without my phone, there was nothing to pass the time. And having to deal with where to direct my gaze, especially towards people working, wasn’t exactly welcome either.

“Yawn-”

A yawn spilled out, and sleepiness crept up on me. It wasn’t supposed to take much time, but being quiet after the heated moments made my body itch with boredom.

The technicians had come right after I had enjoyed intense pleasure on the sofa behind them.

Even though the pleasure was self-comforting, it was reasonably good.

“Hmm, they wouldn’t know in their dreams…”

I muttered lowly. My eyes drooped, and my pinky finger caught on my lips as I lightly bit my nail.

Somehow, down there still hadn’t settled, and the excitement seemed to linger.

The people in front of me didn’t know that just a moment ago, I was on that wide sofa, fingers in my pussy, squeezing my breasts and milking myself.

They hadn’t noticed at all, completely unaware and focused solely on their installation.

What would their reaction be if they knew about the erotic masturbation that had taken place on the sofa?

It was a shameless thought, but secretly filthy thoughts added nicely to maintaining the excitement.

“Hmm…”

I briefly entertained the thought of playing lasciviously with them like some cliché porn story, but the installation technicians were just ordinary middle-aged men, not the type I found appealing.

It was fun to indulge in naughty fantasies for entertainment, but it left a bad taste.

“Ah, this isn’t it…”

I rubbed my head as the installation technicians finished their work and stood up, our eyes meeting.

“The installation is complete. Here’s how to use it…”

The installation had finished smoothly and hadn’t taken long. I half-listened to the instructions, once again meeting their thoroughly professional smiles.

“If you experience any issues within the warranty period, please contact the A/S center. And if you receive a survey text on your phone, please fill it out.”

“Yes, yes, is the installation all done then?”

“Yes, everything’s finished. We’ll be on our way now.”

They gathered up the boxes and other messy items and headed out the front door. I watched them leave and heard the door lock chime.

“Ah- Is it all finally over?”

I flopped down on the sofa, stretching out my sore body, and yawned satisfyingly. It felt like the move was finally complete. A lazy fatigue wrapped around my body like a blanket, but I sat up.

“No, no, I can’t rest just like this! I need to get ready to go out!”

The appearance of the intruders hadn’t made me forget my original purpose. It was time to enjoy a night out again, to moisten my lips with alcohol, and to moisten down there with a decent catch.

I sprang from my seat, throwing off my top. Milk still trickled down a bit, but I could squeeze it all out during the shower.

“Always a chore to squeeze it out, and a pity to waste it… Maybe I should make soap.”

It was a sudden thought, but making artisan soap from the milk I threw out every day crossed my mind briefly. Having a small project wasn’t a bad idea, but if people knew the natural source was my milk, they’d be horrified.

Maybe there’d be a market among fetishists with unusual sexual desires? Selling to them might make some money.

It seemed like I’d always had enough money, but now that I’d spent all my cash on hand, I felt a pinch of poverty.

Having lived a long life, I hadn’t been diligent about saving or living frugally, so whenever a lump sum went out, I’d have to figure out how to replenish the dwindling funds.

“Making money from leaves… doesn’t work these days, life’s gotten too tough.”

There was a time when I could make money from leaves or fallen leaves, but nowadays, the thorough tracking and tracing of money sources was a nuisance. Unless I acted organizationally or kept people secretly employed.

Living independently and making decisions autonomously as I did, ‘money’ was necessary.

Lots of it. Enough to live extravagantly without care, to appear human even if I wasn’t, and to easily deceive humans.

Money, money, money—it was tedious but essential for survival.

“If I want to live well, I need money… I can’t just live off eating livers, can I, being a Gumiho?”

I pondered ways to make money as I tossed off my lower garments. I then wriggled my shoulders and hips, shaking off the grumpy mood. With only the night’s enjoyment in mind, I cheerfully made my way to the bathroom.

***

While I was blissfully singing and lathering up with fragrant body wash, someone was standing motionless in front of my front door. But I was unaware of this fact as I hummed away.

“Report to the boss, we’ve finally found them.”

“Got it!”

A figure in a cap was staring intently at the front door. His cap was navy with a logo on it, and his appearance screamed nothing but electronic installation technician.

But that was just a disguise. His true identity lay elsewhere.

“So well-hidden, yet finally, your tail is caught.”

A malicious voice spilled out as he clenched his fist, holding a tiny eavesdropping device within. He had also secretly installed a small camera inside the air conditioner before slipping out.

The man walked towards the elevator with a satisfied smile, while the neighbor was wrapping up his moving process, exchanging farewells with the workers.

“Thank you for your hard work. Take care.”

“Thank you. We’ll be leaving now.”

“Thank you for all your efforts.”

The workers from the neighbor’s house and the installation technician boarded the same elevator. The neighbor watched the elevator doors close and then shut his front door.

Inside the elevator, the disguised man took off his cap and work vest, hurriedly changing his appearance.

“Did you install everything smoothly next door as well?”

“Yes, everything’s hidden perfectly, they won’t know a thing.”

“Good. I’ve heard they plan to get along well with the neighbors. Keep a sharp eye and monitor everything.”

“Will do!”

“Report everything, even the smallest details. We grabbed this opportunity for a reason.”

“Yes! I’ll take care of it.”

The disguised man made a call as he left the elevator.

“Yes, boss, everything’s wrapped up cleanly.”

[Good, now I can sit back and watch our pretty one’s face on my phone.]

A pleased voice came through the phone, and the man felt a deep sense of accomplishment.

After getting dressed and fixing my hair, I finished up by spritzing some perfume on my neck and wrists.

I hummed a light tune, tapping to the rhythm of an old idol song I had heard passing by, uplifting my spirits.

“Alright, let’s head out!”

I grabbed my leather jacket and stepped out of the living room, heading through the front door while comfortably tapping my sneakers on the ground.

“Huh?”

As I was properly putting on my shoes, the neighbor’s front door opened. Instinctively, my head turned, and our eyes met.

“Where are you off to?”

The neighbor seemed to be heading out to take out the recycling, carrying a large box filled with various items.

He was dressed much more comfortably than in the afternoon, in straight-fit cotton pants, a t-shirt, and a cardigan—dapper yet relaxed. I liked the look from the start; it was effortlessly stylish, typically my type.

“Oh, I’m heading out for some nightlife.”

“Ah…”

I blurted out the truth nonchalantly, with a naive face. Ah, this idiot.

I could have just said I was going out. Why did I mention nightlife? I felt a bit embarrassed by my lack of quick thinking and vocabulary.

Meanwhile, the neighbor seemed to struggle to find an appropriate response, letting out a light exclamation and unknowingly rolling his eyes. Was it a lack of something to hide, or did he not intend to hide anything at all?

He scanned me from top to bottom before walking towards the elevator.

What the? Am I being checked out for going out? Is he upset because I said we’d eat and I’m leaving? Why the scrutiny? It’s making me anxious.