The Best MC Netori

Sung-Min woke up Sunday morning with a grin already tugging at his lips, the chaos of his netori empire fueling him like a shot of adrenaline. Yesterday had been a tightrope walk—Soo-Jin's alley escape, Eun-Ha's subtle thaw, Ji-Yeon's promise of another night—but today was a full-on sprint. Soo-Jin at 10, a "casual" run-in with Eun-Ha at Jade Leaf, then Ji-Yeon after dark. Tae-Ho and Min-Soo were ticking bombs, but Sung-Min was too deep in the game to back off now.

He rolled out of bed at 8:45, muscles humming with Strength 5 and Stamina 18. A quick shower—hot water waking him fully—and he threw on a dark blue hoodie and jeans, checking his reflection. Charm 22 stared back, sharp and smug. "You're a bastard," he muttered, ruffling his hair. "Keep it up."

His phone buzzed as he grabbed his keys:

Soo-Jin: "Min-Soo's here again. Threatening to 'catch me.' 10, alley. Make it quick—I need u."

Ji-Yeon: "Tae-Ho's still grumbling about noise. Blamed upstairs again. Tonight's on—don't flake."

Sung-Min typed back: "Quick and dirty, got it" to Soo-Jin, and "Wouldn't dream of it" to Ji-Yeon. Min-Soo's threats were new—whiny to aggressive in record time. Tae-Ho's suspicion wasn't fading either. The system's "risk level critical" warning echoed in his head, but he shoved it aside. He'd handle it—somehow.

He hit Café Luna at 9:50, the bell chiming over the Sunday brunch crowd—couples, students, the buzz of chatter and clinking cups. Soo-Jin was behind the counter, pouring latte art with a tense jaw. Min-Soo sat near the window, glaring at her, phone clutched like a lifeline. Sung-Min caught her eye, nodding toward the back. She flicked a quick glance at Min-Soo, then mouthed "Ten."

He grabbed a table, sipping an iced americano she slipped him with a strained, "On me." Min-Soo's eyes darted his way—suspicion plain as day—but Sung-Min played it cool, scrolling his phone. At 10:01, Soo-Jin ditched her apron, muttering to Eun-Bi about her break. Min-Soo stood, but Sung-Min was out the side door first, heart pounding.

The alley was cool, shadowed, the hum of the city muffled. Soo-Jin burst through seconds later, grabbing his arm. "He's right behind me," she hissed, pulling him deeper. "He's lost it—says he'll 'prove I'm cheating.'"

Sung-Min grinned, adrenaline spiking. "Let's give him something to prove."

She laughed, wild and desperate, and shoved him against the wall, kissing him hard. No buildup—just raw, urgent need. Her lips crashed into his, tongue demanding, and he matched her, hands gripping her hips through her jeans. She tasted like coffee and mint, a heady mix that lit him up.

"Quick," she gasped, breaking the kiss to yank her top up, exposing a black bra that barely contained her. Sung-Min groaned, hands sliding under the fabric, shoving it up to free her breasts—small, perfect, nipples hard in the cool air. He took one in his mouth, sucking hard, and she moaned, loud and reckless, fingers tangling in his hair.

"Fuck—Sung-Min—" Her voice was a mess, and he didn't waste time. His hands fumbled with her jeans, popping the button, shoving them down her thighs with her panties in one go. She kicked one leg free, spreading for him, and he grinned against her skin, dropping to his knees.

"No teasing," she snapped, but her hips bucked as he buried his face between her legs, tongue finding her clit fast and firm. She was already wet, dripping, and her cry echoed off the brick—sharp, shameless. He licked her like a man starved, hands gripping her ass to pull her closer, and she trembled, nails scraping his scalp.

"God—yes—" She came fast, shuddering against his mouth, thighs clamping around his head as she gasped his name. Sung-Min stood, wiping his chin, and she grabbed his hoodie, yanking him into another kiss—tasting herself on him, wild and hungry.

"Your turn," she muttered, shoving his jeans down. His boxers followed, and when she wrapped her hand around him—hard, throbbing—he groaned, hips jerking. She stroked him rough and fast, smirking. "Min-Soo's got nothing on this."

"Prove it," he growled, spinning her around. She braced her hands on the wall, ass out, and he didn't wait—thrusting into her deep and hard. She cried out, louder than she should've, and he didn't care, pounding into her with a rhythm that made her gasp with every stroke.

The alley was theirs—raw, filthy, the slap of skin on skin bouncing off the walls. She was tight, hot, and perfect, pushing back to meet him, her moans turning into screams. "Sung-Min—fuck—harder—"

He gripped her hips, slamming into her until her legs shook, and when she came again—shuddering, clenching around him—he followed, burying himself deep and spilling inside her with a groan that rattled his chest. Pleasure hit like a tidal wave, leaving him dizzy.

They collapsed against the wall, panting, her forehead pressed to the brick. "You're insane," she laughed, breathless, pulling her jeans up. "He's gonna hear that."

"Let him," Sung-Min said, fixing his clothes with a grin. "He'll cry himself to sleep."

She smirked, smoothing her hair. "Break's over. Tomorrow?"

"Always," he said, watching her slip back inside. The system dinged as he caught his breath.

[Bonus encounter completed! Target: Kim Soo-Jin. Reward: +5 Agility for quick action. Current stats: Charm 22, Stamina 18, Stealth 5, Deception 3, Confidence 5, Strength 5, Agility 5. Min-Soo's closing in—brace yourself.]

"Brace myself?" Sung-Min muttered, heading out of the alley. Agility 5 felt right—he'd moved like lightning. But Min-Soo "closing in" sent a chill through him.

He didn't make it far. As he rounded the corner to the street, Min-Soo stepped out—lanky, red-faced, fists clenched. "You," he spat, voice shaking. "I fucking knew it."

Sung-Min froze, heart kicking up. "Knew what, man? Chill out."

"Don't play dumb," Min-Soo snarled, stepping closer. "I heard her—screaming your name. You're screwing my girl!"

The system pinged. [Confrontation detected! Threat level: High. Min-Soo's at 90% suspicion. De-escalate or deflect—fast.]

Sung-Min raised his hands, Charm 22 humming. "Dude, you're hearing things. I just stepped out for air. Soo-Jin's on break—ask her."

"Bullshit!" Min-Soo shouted, voice cracking. "I know what I heard! You're dead, asshole!"

He lunged, swinging a wild fist, but Sung-Min dodged—Agility 5 kicking in—sidestepping the clumsy punch. Min-Soo stumbled, catching himself on the wall, and Sung-Min seized the chance. "You're losing it, man. Go home, cool off. She's not worth this."

Min-Soo whirled, eyes blazing, but doubt flickered. "I'll prove it," he muttered, storming off toward the café. Sung-Min exhaled, adrenaline fading. Close call—too close.

[Confrontation defused! Bonus: +3 Deception for smooth talk. Current stats: Charm 22, Stamina 18, Stealth 5, Deception 6, Confidence 5, Strength 5, Agility 5. Min-Soo's unstable—watch your back.]

"Unstable's right," Sung-Min said, heading home. Min-Soo had heard enough to suspect, not enough to confirm. Yet. Soo-Jin could spin it—he trusted her to dodge the fallout. But the clock was ticking.

Back in 3D, he crashed on the couch, mind racing. Soo-Jin was safe for now, but Min-Soo was a loose cannon. Tae-Ho was grumbling, Ji-Yeon was waiting, and Eun-Ha's tea shop loomed. He checked the time—11:30. Jade Leaf was next, a chance to push Eun-Ha's 15% progress. Joon-Hyuk was gone—perfect timing.

He napped, ate, and headed out by 1 p.m., aiming for Hongdae. Jade Leaf was a cozy hole-in-the-wall—wooden tables, soft lighting, the faint scent of green tea. Eun-Ha was there, alone at a corner table, sipping from a steaming cup, her auburn hair loose. She looked up as he approached, surprise flashing in her eyes.

"Sung-Min?" she said, smiling. "What are you doing here?"

"Needed some calm after your class," he said, sliding into the seat across from her. "You weren't kidding—this place is chill."

She laughed, warm and easy. "My little escape. Joon-Hyuk's out of town, so I'm indulging."

[Mission progress: 20%. Casual encounter successful. She's relaxed—deepen the vibe.]

"Smart move," he said, ordering a tea. "Guy like him, bet he keeps you busy."

Her smile tightened. "He's… intense. Work's his life. I get the leftovers sometimes."

Sung-Min nodded, filing that away. Tension with Joon-Hyuk—gold. "You deserve more than leftovers," he said, voice low. "Someone who sees you."

Her eyes met his, a spark flaring, and she looked away, sipping her tea. "You're sweet. See you Tuesday?"

"Wouldn't miss it," he said, grinning as she left. Progress at 20%—slow, but solid.

Back home, he prepped for Ji-Yeon, but the day's chaos lingered. Min-Soo's rage, Tae-Ho's grumbling, Eun-Ha's walls. The netori game was a wildfire—and Sung-Min was dancing in the flames.