Midterm Common Sense (7)
Of course it was only natural, but filling one condom to the brim with semen didn't make Geon-yul's rock-hard cock go limp. There were still five condoms left, and his stamina was holding strong.
'Doing it more than twice in a row for the first time.' Up until now, sex had always wrapped up after a single creampie, so this was my first taste of such an endlessly long night. The first two rounds were manageable, but as the count climbed, my mind started fogging over more and more.
"Hahk♡ Too rough♡"
At some point, I couldn't even tell if I was just reciting lines like an actress or if I was genuinely moaning in ecstasy. Of course, it wasn't because I liked Geon-yul, or his cock, or having sex with him. It was simply that the raw physical pleasure from the sexual stimulation wasn't something I hated.
'This is just unavoidable.' My feelings hadn't changed at all, but scientifically speaking, erogenous zones exist for a reason— it'd be weirder if it didn't feel good. Claiming I could just will away the pleasure would be even more ridiculous.
"Ngh, cumming— I'm cumming!"
"Haaaang!"
And just like that, we had five condoms swollen fat with semen. Considering we'd brought a total of six before coming here, that meant only one was left. In other words, without condoms, my womb would've been flooded with five loads by now, overflowing and everything.
'Even with the contraception function being as amazing as it is, that might've been a bit risky...' Lost in thought, I fiddled with the condom still warm from Geon-yul's fresh cum.
Squelch!
"Ugh, uweee..."
"What's wrong?"
"The fifth one—no, six including the blowjob—and it's still this thick."
"Hahaha, I edged a bit to prepare for today."
"That's not something a few days of edging can achieve..."
Geon-yul's semen was still overflowing with jelly-like viscosity. At this rate, it looked less like human cum and more like some alien creature. Did he maybe have three balls or something?
"Wanna go one more after a short break?"
"W-wait a sec. Let me tidy up the condoms first."
"Don't go eating them just 'cause you're hungry. You'll be the one losing points on the exam. I know you love the taste of cum, but save it—you can have more later."
It was so absurd I nearly sighed. Did he see me as some cum-starved succubus? Sure, back when I was cum-addicted, I'd go crazy craving the taste, but not anymore. I still didn't hate semen, but the act of swallowing it and the flavor itself didn't satisfy me like before. No way was I desperate enough to squeeze out the cum from used condoms unprompted.
Grrrowl...
Of all the timings?
"N-no! It's not that I want cum, I just..."
"Well, we've been fucking nonstop for hours, so yeah, you're probably hungry. Guess we should order something."
My eyes went wide at Geon-yul's words. Filling my stomach was great, but more importantly, eating would mean a break from sex.
"Then let's pause the recording too..."
"Nah? We can edit it out later. And I'll keep pounding you while we wait for delivery."
"Ah."
"Pick a menu."
Geon-yul turned on his phone to browse food options. It was late at night, so not many places were delivering, but curiosity got the better of me. I crept up beside him, peeking over his shoulder.
"...What?"
"Nothing, just... wanted to see what sounded good..."
"You just eat Master's cock."
Geon-yul shoved me back down, forcing his dick into my mouth. I sucked obediently while shooting him a sulky glare.
"No places delivering nearby. Guess fried chicken it is. Let's fill the last condom before it arrives."
"Yes, Master."
I replied and swiftly rolled on the condom with practiced ease, then awkwardly straddled him, aiming to sink down onto it. Cowgirl position, unprompted. Not all of tonight's sex had been cowgirl—there'd been missionary and doggy too. But I preferred cowgirl since it went deepest. A bit of selfishness slipped through, and sure enough, Geon-yul mercilessly smacked my ass and flipped our positions.
"Th-this is..."
He positioned me facing him, then pulled me into a tight hug. No dirty tricks—just a pure embrace. Sitting on the bed, legs wrapped around each other's waists, holding on tight. His thick hand stroked my soft back, and without knowing why, I hugged him back.
'What the hell is this lover's embrace all of a sudden?!' I wanted to complain, but words wouldn't come. His warmth was too comforting, and with our height difference, my face pressed right into his upper chest, making me dizzy from his musky male scent. He'd showered clean earlier, but hours of sex meant sweat galore. I'd gotten used to that manly sweat smell, so why was I getting aroused, nipples perking up again?
"Chae-a, you really have a smell fetish."
"N-no, I don't, that's not...!"
"Then explain your horny nipples."
Geon-yul hugged me harder, mashing my breasts against him. My nipples rubbed against his body, and excited, they leaked milk again.
"Still denying it?"
"...Guess I do have a smell fetish..."
"Hm, your pussy's soaked too. It'll slip right in."
My perpetually dripping pussy didn't need checking. Meanwhile, I focused on his cock throbbing hot against my belly. That thing was about to plunge back inside again. ...In this position?
"Always wanted to try this once."
Whoosh! Immense strength lifted my body, feet leaving the bed. Suspended in his arms, floating. The mattress creaked as he stepped down to the floor.
"M-my feet aren't touching the ground!"
"Don't worry, I've got you."
It wasn't that high objectively, but fear made me grope his back, finally wrapping my arms around his thick neck. Almost a chokehold if I'd squeezed harder. To steady me better, Geon-yul cupped under my wide hips and thighs. Stability improved, but I still trembled anxiously.
"I'm not too heavy...?"
"Manageable."
"We're really doing it like this?"
"You don't know standing carry?"
Only then did I realize—this was standing carry. Before I could respond, his massive cock easily slipped into my already loosened pussy from hours of fucking.
"Hnnngh?!"
The sudden pleasure made me unconsciously rake my nails lightly down his back.
"S-sorry! But Master, this position is too embarrassing...!"
"Hang on properly!"
"Haaaah♡"
The man's dream: standing carry sex. With Geon-yul's build and strength, it was doable. But for me, the one enduring it, worry was inevitable. I'd hoped for something normal, but he clearly had other plans.
Slap! Slap-slap! Slap! Slap-slap!
Clinging like a monkey to a tree, I somehow stuck to him, but every brutal thrust sent insane pleasure jolting through me. His cock stabbed deep into my womb, vibrations rippling everywhere, turning my body into a vibrator. When his supporting fingers occasionally poked or slipped into my back hole, chills raced up my spine.
"Gonna cum before delivery arrives, right?"
"Y-yes, yesss♡"
"Then things get intense from here."
"W-wait, this was the mild version...? Hnggh?!"
The standing carry pussy-pounding sped up even more. All I could do was cling to avoid falling. My ass, gripped vise-like in his hands, had gone mostly numb.
"Sp-spank..."
"Huh?"
"Spank my ass, pleeease..."
Words that absolutely weren't sincere spilled out. We'd left the bed for the floor, but still in camera range. Had to act the part. But I wasn't even aware I was acting anymore.
"Seeeex... feeeels gooood..."
Melted pronunciation. Lewd, slutty expression. Body slick and filthy everywhere with precum, juices, and fluids. And a mind genuinely thinking sex in a woman's body felt amazing.
'I've changed.' Tonight, I'd undeniably shifted a little. I'd always denied it—sex wasn't pleasurable, just acting. Or rationalized it as for Geon-yul, not me. But now, I had to admit it.
'Hard not to after six rounds in one night.'
Sex itself felt good. Women's bodies felt more pleasure than men's, right? Denying that pleasure was nonsense.
'But that's different from this.' Fine, sex feels good. Hell, even Geon-yul's cock makes me feel good. But that doesn't mean I like him as a man. And probably the same for him.
'I can tell from his face.' Not wanting him to see my wrecked expression from the carry-fuck, I'd rested my chin on his shoulder. But curiosity made me crane my head back for a peek.
"Hahk, huff, fucking tight..."
Geon-yul, who'd been spouting lines nonstop to arouse me, looked genuinely blissful. Turned on by my pussy, no doubt. But judging that as "liking" me...
"Chae-a, open your lips a bit."
"Huh?"
"Mwah—"
...Eh? Something sealed my mouth. No escaping it. Too sudden for my reflexes. No time to stop him. I realized it was his lips soon enough. But understanding why we were kissing? That took longer.
'This... we can't...?!'
A kiss was off-limits. Even if this mouth spewed filth, kissed glans, swallowed cum, drank men's saliva—sharing a lover's kiss was...
Squirt—! Spluuurt—!
But against my thoughts, my body reacted instantly. Heat surged through me, brain blanked. Time seemed to stop. Squirting gushed out, hitting his abs. I shuddered all over, pressing my lower belly tight to him so his cock speared my womb deeper, hugging fiercer.
Mwah— Sluuurp— Sluuuurp—!
Lower mouth ravaged by his cock, upper by his tongue. My first kiss—meant to be pure—turned into bed-slut filth. Unconsciously, I swapped saliva with him.
*Splat*— Lips parted, a long silver strand stretched.
Ignoring it, we stared into each other's eyes.
'...This is acting too, right?'
His acting was too real, blurring with truth. Eyes saying he loved me, wanted to ravage me, impregnate me—could be fake.
...What about me? I checked my reflection in his pupils.
"Ah."
No different.
"Hold this."
"This is...?"
"Gonna creampie you."
Geon-yul handed me the condom—the one I'd just put on him. Still unsated, he passed it over.
"You want to cum inside..."
He nodded silently, then thrust deep into my pussy while claiming my lips again.
"Mmph... mmf...!"
"Mwah..."
His hips accelerated exponentially. My womb might crumple under the pistoning—I worried. Without the kiss, I'd have wailed vulgarly.
Squelch-squelch-squelch-squelch!
Thankfully, my upper mouth kissed while my womb kissed his glans. His cock—glans especially—swelled, signaling climax.
Spurt, spuuuurt!
Hot liquid flooded my womb. The warming sensation blanked my mind, but he kept kissing. Feeling cum fill my womb and pussy mid-kiss was uniquely intense.
"Haa... haa...♡"
"How was it?"
"No... don't... can't show my face right now..."
I rested my chin on his shoulder, shaking my head. No doubt my face was a wreck.
"If you won't show... I'll do this?"
"Eek?!"
Annoyed at my hiding, he jabbed a finger into my asshole. Not dirty, but I'd never taken anything real there besides the plug—super sensitive...!
Forced to peek despite myself.
Thud-thud-thud-thud!
"...Delivery's here."
I thought he'd set me down, but no—Geon-yul kept his spent cock buried inside, carrying me to the door like that. Delivery guy must've seen my back and ass fully. Would he think I was weird? Luckily, Geon-yul faced away, so I couldn't tell the guy's reaction. In this world, though, 3 a.m. motel food delivery? Guy knows everything.
'Camera's still rolling...' Wanted to ask why the kiss, but timing was off.
"Fried chicken?"
"..."
"Look at you spreading your legs right away. Good girl."
We devoured the hot chicken together, drained the cum from my womb, fucked once more to fill the sixth condom. Then, legs too shaky to stand properly, I wobbled over and stopped the camera.
"Bitch Class Yoo Chae-a, ending recording."
Finally, the moment I'd awaited. I steeled myself to confront him about the kiss. I hadn't explicitly said no lips, but common sense, right?
"Zzz..."
But Geon-yul, exhausted, passed out instantly.
"Ugh..."
Watching him sleep soundly, peacefully breathing, my chest tightened with stuffiness and unease. How to describe it? Heart floating yet stinging. Recalling his casual lip-press made me resentful, yet his caring, pleasure-giving side shook me.
I guess I... Even if Geon-yul didn't, I...
'...This is weird.' Something had definitely changed in me tonight.