Open Beta (3)
“If you cum inside, I’ll get pregnant.”
How many men could hold back after hearing that? Logically speaking, of course, he should’ve bolted right then and there. In modern society, pregnancy wasn’t some cause for celebration—it was just another money pit opening up in your life. Take a guy in his early twenties, for example: could he buy a house by his forties if he knocked someone up now? Buying a home was tough enough already, but wouldn’t that crank the difficulty of life up to nightmare mode?
But...
“What do you think, Seong-u? Turned on?”
The future was unpredictable, but the childhood friend right beside me was way too lewd. I fought desperately to suppress my instincts.
“...Maybe we should call it quits?”
“Why...?”
“You seem a little drunk on the mood tonight.”
For regular folks like us, pregnancy was a massive deal. It wasn’t just the money—time was the real killer. A one-year-old could die just from rolling onto their stomach in their sleep. If they cried all night, you’d be grateful for even a few hours of shut-eye. Feeding them, changing diapers, soothing the wails, caring for them nonstop... Our twenties were already packed with limited time to chase dreams. Child-rearing wasn’t even something we could romanticize.
And yet, knowing all that...
Pregnancy...
That word was just too damn hot. Shin Na-young’s pussy, completely defenseless against me. Thrusting into it until it flushed pink, using her like a toy until I was satisfied, then filling her with my seed to make her carry my child. Once that was done, my woman would become the mother of my kid.
And the photo she’d shown me? Its impact was no joke. Cute black cat ears sprouting from her head. A black tank top with a heart-shaped cutout over her chest. Sweat-glistened abs in a perfect ten-pack. And that mysterious black tail.
That tail... that tail!
How the hell was that tail poking out from under her panties? When a childhood friend picks up some filthy habit from who-knows-where and begs you to impregnate her, us sad creatures called men can’t help but think stupid shit like, “As long as I don’t cum inside, it’ll be fine, right?”
Whether she knew the turmoil in my heart or not, Shin Na-young pressed her seduction aggressively.
“Seong-u...”
She showed no real shame. Her face flushed pink, her eyes gleaming with lewd invitation, practically begging me to devour her. I felt a primal sense of danger.
“M-maybe we should rethink this?”
I almost called her “Na-young-ah,” but caught myself—the designated driver was still there. Shockingly, we were still inside the car. Having Na-young rub up against me and whisper dirty talk like this was seriously awkward.
“What, you’re backing out now after coming this far?”
“Even so, shouldn’t we be careful right now? Let’s at least stop at a convenience store nearby and grab some con—”
“Forgot already? You promised me. To do the exact same thing to me as you did to Han Yu-ra. Right?”
Her eyes flashed with fierce determination, leaving me speechless. Na-young shot me a challenging look, then slid her slender white fingers toward my pants. She gently stroked the area above my groin, where things were starting to stiffen. Pure, direct temptation.
No way...
Sweat beaded on the side of my head, my heart pounding like a drum. Outdoor play? I hadn’t taught Na-young any of this nasty stuff yet.
Her plump pink lips murmured low, in a sweet, ear-tingling tone.
“So naughty. Already getting hard?”
“Stop it.”
I said it pretty sternly to Na-young. Among friends, that tone meant I was seriously pissed. Back in high school, she’d apologize right away if I talked like that.
But now...?
“Haa... I like it more when you talk to me like that.”
No response needed. My childhood friend had turned full masochist. She smirked darkly and stroked my cock through my clothes. Even over the fabric, it felt like her fingers were piercing through, teasing my sensitive skin—I was going insane.
“When you get mad at me. My heart races, I get scared... and excited.”
“Ahem. Ahem.”
The driver uncle cleared his throat pointedly. This was Korea, land of Confucian propriety and Eastern etiquette—a silent warning to tone it down.
But Na-young didn’t stop. She draped her pale thigh over my leg, nipping lightly at my earlobe as she whispered. My heart revved like an engine.
“Hey, is Han Yu-ra into that too? Does she take everything you dish out?”
“When it’s just us, let’s not talk about Yu-ra...”
“No... I’m not mad. I just... wanna know. How do you fuck Yu-ra? Do you spank her ass? Like you do to my pussy?”
I was pissed. Her eyes curved like a crescent moon in the dark night, amused. My dick throbbed, and the thought of her enjoying how she kept pushing boundaries only ramped up my tension. I snapped.
“Mind your manners.”
“Hehe. For real~?”
I couldn’t take it anymore. Perfect timing—Na-young’s apartment building loomed ahead.
Isn’t this going too far?
Truth be told, I got where Na-young was coming from. From her perspective, it must feel like some random slut was stealing the guy she’d loved since childhood. From Han Yu-ra’s side, it’d be like losing him to some high school acquaintance who popped up out of nowhere.
Yeah. I was the sinner here. For creating this mess in the first place.
But did that give her the right to make me this uncomfortable? I looked at Na-young’s face. What’re you gonna do about it? What now~? That smug expression.
I couldn’t forgive her anymore.
“Uncle, can you stop here?”
“Sure.”
He seemed eager to ditch us—no more questions asked. I shoved some bills into his hand and dragged Na-young out of the car. A chilly wind blew through the residential street where she lived. I wrapped an arm around her waist and whispered in her ear.
“You’re fucked tonight, Na-young.”
“...For real? You’ll impregnate me?”
Thump. She was always pretty, but that mysteriously made-up face smiling under the moonlight was enough to drive me mad. I didn’t answer—just grabbed her ass hard.
“Eek...!”
Na-young bit her lip, trying to hide her grin.
Mom, Dad, sorry.
I silently apologized to my parents who’d brought me into this world. Even if it wrecked my life, tonight I had to spray my cum into my ovulating childhood friend’s baby chamber. No parent wants their kid pulling a level-4 drone pregnancy, but... I couldn’t forgive Na-young for acting like this.
......
We walked up to Na-young’s place.
“Th-this... this is my room.”
A rundown studio that didn’t look soundproofed at all. Cramped, with all her important stuff packed in blue boxes, ready to move at a moment’s notice.
“Ugh...”
Na-young seemed a bit embarrassed. She hadn’t batted an eye groping my dick in the car, but showing me this place? Yeah, that hit different. Her face red, she grumbled like she was talking to herself.
“Th-the room’s kinda messy, right? Should we go to a hotel, Seong-u?”
“No.”
“O-okay. Sure.”
But I preferred this. As her ten-year childhood friend, I could tell. Her scent was strong here.
Haa...
The perfume she always wore. The vanity piled with cosmetics. The cutely pink bedding matching her quirky tastes. The sparse desk for studying. It all screamed Na-young.
I’d fuck her here. Leave red marks all over her body, taint her with my cum scent. My childhood friend of ten years.
With every intention of impregnating her.
She said, “I-I’ll go get ready!”
I wanted to pounce right then, but that outfit from the photo wouldn’t leave my mind. I plopped down on her bed mattress and said,
“Change quick.”
“Y-yeah...”
Na-young grabbed a box and scurried into the bathroom.
......
Shin Na-young had almost no fear of pregnancy. It was because of her seniors at the hospital’s admin department.
—Hic... sob... Y-you know...
—Wh-what’s wrong, unnie?
—I’m... pregnant! What do I do!
The expression on her face back then wasn’t sadness or despair. Pure joy. The transparent tears at the corners of her eyes—three years into marriage—were etched in Na-young’s memory.
—Na-young-ah, congratulate me...
—Unnie! Congrats so much!
They hugged, sharing body heat. Na-young had sincerely celebrated the new life.
—I... had an abortion before... The doctor said my womb couldn’t handle pregnancy...hic.
—Yeah...
—But I did it...
The women working there were older than Na-young. Mostly early to mid-thirties. Sure, some got pregnant at nightclubs, but most pregnancies Na-young had seen were blessings. She never doubted it.
—Forgot? You promised. To do the exact same to me as you did to Han Yu-ra.
That’s what she’d said at dinner. Full of confidence. If I get pregnant, Im Seong-u is mine. That was all she could think.
See that, Han Yu-ra? Eating the meat you bought, then fucking Seong-u hard to get knocked up. Don’t mess with me.
And in the car, tormenting Seong-u... Her heart had raced like crazy. Showing him that shameful lewd photo she’d taken,
—What do you think, Seong-u? Turned on?
—So naughty.
She groped him without permission. Males were super sensitive about their territory, right? As expected, Seong-u’s brows furrowed, glaring at her. That pre-fight warning men give: I’m pissed, so cut the crap... Exactly that.
Na-young felt chills down her spine, her heart pounding. Her body heat spiked from then on.
But once inside the apartment, Na-young’s mindset shifted. Fear crept in bit by bit.
Pr... pregnancy...
She was starting to grasp how reckless her words had been.
If... if I actually get pregnant, I’m screwed, right? Like, two or three years stuck doing housework? I... I’d be a mom?
From her poor childhood, Na-young had fantasized about being a career woman. Becoming a more competitive, capable person. In a way, Han Yu-ra was her role model.
Ugh... pregnancy would ruin everything...
Her body heated up. Her chest tightened. When Na-young took off her panties, her pussy was already damp.
I’m... I’m crazy. If I get pregnant...
Of course, she knew. Working a year at the university hospital, she’d seen countless pregnant women. His baby would grow in her belly, her breasts swelling until squeezing them sprayed white milk.
Thinking about it sent shivers down her spine.
“Haa... haa... Am I really a perv...?”
Yet her lower belly tingled. Blushing furiously, trembling, she slipped into the tight lingerie like an idiot.
She stared at herself in the half-nude white getup.
Crazy... what is this.
Na-young had masturbated in this. Fretting over how to snag Seong-u, who kept waffling on Han Yu-ra, she’d come up with this: dress like an adult streamer, snap slutty masturbation pics like a sex worker, and send them to him.
So she did it. Enema in the bathroom, slathered in oil for a slick anal tail plug.
—Nghhh...
The foreign intrusion in her usually exit-only hole. Just plugging it pressed against her womb like a constant squeeze.
She’d admired her artistic figure in the full-length mirror, masturbating sloooowly. Until sweat drenched her body. Until climax loomed, fantasizing about Seong-u.
All while dreaming of the day she’d get revenge on him...
“Eek...”
But seeing herself now? Mortifying.
If I go out like this to Seong-u...
Given his kinks, he’d pound her rough. Treat naked Na-young like livestock, slamming that thick cock into her relentlessly, not caring if she passed out. Command after command. Until her pussy and cheeks burned red from slaps, forcing her to feel her utter helplessness with every thrust.
Until she was pregnant.
Ugh... ugh...
Embarrassing, yet thrilling. Chilling, yet her body craved it. Her ovulating womb clenched and relaxed, prepping for his massive cock. Her cervix dipped low, begging to be poked, her cat panties soaked.
As planned, she peeked out at Seong-u.
“...”
“...”
Their eyes met. Na-young felt her cheeks burn intensely.
Why... why am I like this?
She’d never known shame in her tough life. Too harsh for that.
But truly facing impregnation? Terrifying. Shiver-inducing.
For the first time, Na-young felt shame.
“...M-Master...”
“...”
“S-sorry, but...”
Normally, she’d demand her play loud and clear. But now, she couldn’t even meet his eyes.
I... I suggested this.
No escape now. The once-childhood-friend man stared piercingly at her breasts and pussy.
Ugh...
Unable to match his gaze, her eyes dropped. Her face blazed.
“Hic... um...”
“...”
“C-can you... not cum inside... please?”
Of course.
“I’m... ovulating...”
Zero convincing power.