Continuous Creampies Are Common Sense for Pussy Milking
"Hiiik?! U-ugh, hek— haaht…! Ah, ahn……!!"
Overdose Pink's body jolted in midair. About two minutes after I'd picked her up and started pounding away, she stopped talking. She didn't resist anymore either. She just took it, letting out meaningless moans. But she hadn't fully let go—every now and then, she'd cling tightly to the arm holding her up. I took that as a sign for more.
After all, when I found her weak spot and hammered it relentlessly—
"Huuu…!! Ah, right there— right there feels so gooood……!"
Just like that, a vivid reaction burst out. It felt like I'd scratched an itch; her whole pussy squirmed and clenched down hard on my cock. The way her hips bucked reflexively proved she was enjoying it too. This woman definitely had some masochistic tendencies. I could feel her reacting extra intensely every time I treated her like a toy.
Clench—
"Ah, ngh?! No pinching my nipples, hii—!! I said nooo……!"
See? Even now. The moment I pinched her stiff nipple, her pussy spasmed like it was waiting for it, gushing fluids everywhere.
Who's milking whom here?
At this point, she should be the one paying me. But I wasn't complaining. It wasn't like she was forcing me. Honestly, it felt good for me too.
Sex with Overdose Pink was like... mutual masturbation using each other's bodies. No expectations from me, none from her. Hell, we were a perfect match. We satisfied each other's fantasies without even trying.
"Haaht, ngh, ah— huuu…!! This is insane— ahn! Can't even, talk, propeeerly……!"
Her body shuddered, toes curling tight. The high heels she'd been barely hanging onto slipped off, thudding dully on the floor. No time to pick them up—I ramped up the pistoning. Even though she'd just cum and must've been hypersensitive, she moaned like she was burning up, begging me not to stop.
"Huuu…… ngh……!"
It was too late to quit now. The fire was lit—for both of us. Nothing else mattered but the pleasure.
About five minutes later.
"Ngh── haa, ugh……."
"Huff…… huff……."
We hit climax together and stayed stuck fast, too spent to move. It had been so intense neither of us dared pull away first. Cum trickled down from the root, dripping and pooling on the floor.
Wait, shouldn't I clean this up? No. Hold on.
Damn, my head hurts.
Something was nagging at me, like I'd forgotten something crucial, but it wouldn't come. Maybe because I'd been in full horn-dog mode until just now—my brain was total mush. Semen... something about it. It was important for some reason. How the hell did we even end up fucking?
"Ah."
Right. I came here for a mana measurement.
That snapped me back. I shook the half-unconscious Overdose Pink like a ragdoll to wake her.
"Huuu…… why, whyyy……?"
"I forgot and creampied you. You okay?"
"Nee? What do you meeean……."
Silence hung for a moment. Then she realized something was wrong and pounded my arm frantically. In the end, I had no choice but to let go of the Overdose Pink I'd been clutching for so long. My cock, wilted and satisfied, slipped out. The moment the plug was gone, a thick mess of mixed fluids poured out of her pussy in a heavy splatter.
"Uuu……."
Overdose Pink whimpered, at a total loss. The creampie was bad enough, but we'd spilled the sample we'd been trying to collect—so we'd have to do the whole thing over. Maybe she decided another round was impossible.
"This is, like, the worst everrr……!"
She glared daggers at me, then shoved her hand between her legs, desperately trying to scoop out whatever cum was left in her womb. Of course, most of it just leaked through her fingers, against her wishes.
Zing—
Her glare stung even more now. Look, I felt bad, but... it wasn't all my fault, right...? By the middle, we'd both lost our minds—no thought of collecting the sample separately. If anything, it was mutual fault.
...Saying that out loud would be pretty shameless, huh.
Yeah, I should apologize. Guys usually take the bigger share of blame in these situations.
Just as I thought that, Overdose Pink blushed shyly and spoke first.
"Did it... feel good……?"
"Huh?"
"I... tried my best to do a good job, but since you came inside... that means you liked it, righttt……?"
What? Why was she acting so submissive? I was thrown for a sec, but it clicked quick. I'd gone and dumped my load naturally again, without holding back.
I'm the one receiving service here.
This was medical procedure. If the patient jerks and the nurse jabs the wrong spot, is it the patient's fault? Nah, nurse's bad. Not sure if the analogy holds, but that's how she saw it.
"Um, so then……."
As I sorted my thoughts, Overdose Pink flopped onto the bed. Lying back, she teasingly lifted her smooth legs. The pose was downright seductive.
Swoosh—
Her gloved fingers spread her ass cheeks. A shy, still-damp hole peeked out.
"……One more round?"
"……."
In the end, I succumbed to the devil's temptation.
*
We finally rolled off the bed after nearly an hour and got to the measurement.
Round two takeaway? Condoms exist for a reason.
...Short version. I'd really tried to pull out this time, but kept messing up. Midway, she wrapped her legs around me—half on purpose, I think. Whatever, good was good. I felt refreshed after.
Doing this daily would actually kill me...
Somehow, since reality got rewritten, I kept getting tangled in this stuff. Pure coincidence, probably. My back was killing me, but I focused on the immediate pleasure.
Once the sample was ready, the test flew by.
Results?──
"……A highly unusual case. Your mana capacity is ridiculously low, yet your body has adapted to function accordingly. You're the first I've seen like this."
"Uh, good news?"
"Bittersweet. Being the first means stepping into the unknown."
Unlike the researcher's concern, I had Wi Seol-ah as my master. All the points that shocked him were changes from her martial arts training. Rare, apparently—even the Association's top researcher was impressed.
That's all it takes?
Taiheo Bingbaek Fist...... isn't it actually badass? Scary part was, I was barely at beginner level. How strong would I get mastering it fully? What the hell was prime Wi Seol-ah like? Couldn't even imagine the Cheonhwa Munju who beat and sealed her.
Lots of road left ahead.
"Still good news for you. Last test, your mana was up a bit? It's increased again this time."
"So that means……."
"You're growing. No clue on your limit, but worth betting on."
I clenched my fist without thinking. Growing. I'd doubted my training sometimes, but now I knew. I was getting stronger.
D-rank...... no, probably higher.
Past me might've been thrilled. But now I had responsibilities. Not just Dayeon, but Wi Seol-ah too—and stretching it, Meirin. People who'd helped me. I had to repay them.
That meant facing monsters like Cheonhwa Munju someday. Could an A-rank beat her? No idea. Scant info on her. Awakener for sure, but not officially registered, skills unknown.
And she's not the only enemy.
I still knew zilch about who warped the world. Back to square one.
So.
S-rank.
Aim high. No fear, whatever the foe. No idea the timeline, but I had to reach it. Get way stronger than now.
"Oh, speaking of which……."
Lost in thought, the gloomy researcher cut in.
"Care to join my research?"
His eyes sparkled suspiciously. Seen that look—professors eyeing grad student fodder. Gut screamed no; I shot it down.
"No thanks."
"Hmm, hear me out fully……."
"No."
"Just wear a device and raid gates. Simple. Pay's double whatever you make in gates."
"……What exactly do I do?"
Shit. Should've led with that. Classic—gotta hear Korean to the end. Nearly wrote him off as unreasonable.
Perfect timing, though. Debating training vs. real raids. Gates were mandatory anyway.
Bonus quest? Win-win.
Money for a new place was priority too. Might as well stack quests.
And so, my next goal was set.