Chapter 218 - 218 S-Rank Onahole and the Eight-Foot Ghost (5)
218 S-Rank Onahole and the Eight-Foot Ghost (5)
EP.218 S-Rank Onahole and the Eight-Foot Ghost (5)
The Setsuki-ryu secret technique, "Shinkyo" (心交, Mind Intercourse).
It's a technique that brings the opponent to climax using sheer willpower, but it's not called a secret technique for nothing.
To use Shinkyo, you need intense concentration.
If you lose focus even a little, it turns into a self-destructive move where you collapse under your own mental strength.
But conversely, if you can maintain that high level of concentration, it can become superior to any other technique.
'How many times is this now?'
I've lost count.
I don't even know how many climaxes this is, or how long it's been since the duel started.
The air is thick with my own scent, a steamy haze.
The floor is wet with all the fluids I've squirted in a frenzy.
It must have been quite some time since he started using Shinkyo.
To think he could grow so much in such a short time.
'This is bad. My womb has descended.'
My womb, which had never descended before, came down as if it had found its mate.
Even if it hadn't, that massive cock would have come for it anyway.
If my womb has come down, it's basically a declaration of defeat.
But who am I?
I'm the head of the Setsuki family.
Japan's representative S-rank onahole, Setsuki Nana.
For the dignity of the Setsuki family, I can't just lose here.
“How about it, feel like giving up?”
“Haa...♥! Not yet...♥! Haa...♥! Not even close...♥!”
I protested with a moaning voice, but Kim Jinwoo just smiled confidently.
Does he really think he can beat me, Setsuki Nana, an S-rank onahole?
If so, I have no choice but to crush that confidence.
“Come on, then♥. Either way, once you penetrate me, you'll lose♥.”
I spread my pussy with my fingers, giving permission for penetration.
So wet that my juices were still flowing, my pussy was in heat.
But Kim Jinwoo didn't thrust in right away.
Instead, he brought his cock right up to my face, imprinting its image on my cornea.
'This is... dangerous...'
That cock has raped me countless times in my mind already.
Even from a distance, my womb was throbbing, and now I almost ovulated, forgetting I was an onahole.
A cock with a beautiful curve like a fine sword.
Balls heavy with what looked like loads of semen.
And above all, that fishy smell that stimulates my instincts.
Any ordinary woman would have surrendered to such a cock instantly.
'But not me.'
I'm Setsuki Nana.
I'm not a weak woman who would collapse here.
No matter how magnificent the cock, my iron will can't be broken.
But Kim Jinwoo smiled slyly, as if mocking my resolve.
“What’s with that smile?”
“Oh, it’s just cute seeing you masturbate so frantically just because I showed you my cock.”
“W-what?”
Thrust, thrust, thrust.
Only then did I realize I was masturbating.
Me, an S-rank onahole, masturbating while smelling a cock?
How could something so ridiculous happen?
It's like forgetting how to breathe, or an animal forgetting how to mate.
The very symbol of shame.
It felt like all the pride I'd built up collapsed in an instant.
But... why...
Why won't my fingers stop moving!
“Stop...♥! Please stop♥! I said stop♥!”
Thrust! Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!
No matter how desperately I begged, my fingers wouldn't stop.
Worse, my other hand was fondling my nipples, showing with my whole body that it wasn't enough.
Why won't I stop?
It's my body, but it's moving on its own, against my will!
“Are you ignoring me and just enjoying yourself?”
“Are you mocking me?”
Then Kim Jinwoo sat on my face.
With that, his thick balls pressed down on my lips.
To humiliate your opponent in a duel like this...
There's no way I can lose to a man like this.
“For someone being mocked, you seem to be enjoying it too, though?”
“!”
Slurp, slurp, slurp.
Before I knew it, I was sucking his balls.
When did I start doing this?
Was I hypnotized?
As my mind raced with doubts-
“Alright, then...”
“Ah...”
When he got up, all that escaped my mouth was a sigh of regret.
It was as if I was saying I wanted to suck his balls more.
Me, Setsuki Nana, acting like this just because I couldn't suck his balls more?
'This is humiliating!'
I need to stop this duel right now.
He's desecrated this sacred match.
Continuing any further would only bring more disgrace.
But as Kim Jinwoo approached my lower half,
my fingers, which had been masturbating, stopped as if nothing had happened.
They wouldn't stop when I begged, but stopped the moment he came close?
Could it be that my body wants his cock?
“Haa...♥. Haa...♥. Haa...♥.”
The closer his cock came, the heavier my breathing grew.
I couldn't take my eyes off his cock.
When his thick glans touched my labia,
a jolt of pleasure shot up my spine.
He hadn't even penetrated me yet.
Just our genitals touching was enough to do this?
'No, I have to stop. If he really penetrates me like this, I'll...'
“I'm going in, Najjang.”
“No...!”
Thrust!
Before I could stop him, his cock plunged deep inside.
It passed through my pussy so easily,
lifting my womb and pushing even deeper.
The moment it touched my womb, my mind went blank,
and on that blank canvas, a riot of colorful flowers bloomed.
An ecstasy beyond words.
If I had to describe it,
it felt like finding my missing half.
'No, it can't be! There's no way a man like this is my other half...!'
“Najjang, are you okay?”
“Ngh♥!”
Danger! Danger! This is really dangerous!
Just hearing his voice made my heart melt.
My legs wrapped around him, refusing to let go.
My womb rejoiced at finally meeting the cock it longed for.
But my reason-my pride as the head of the Setsuki family-
refused to acknowledge him, gritting my teeth in denial.
“This... this is nothing...♥.”
“Really? Then I’ll move.”
“W-wait! If you move now, I’ll... ohh♥!”
Thrust! Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!
His massive cock pounded my womb with every thrust.
Each time his hips moved, my pussy juices squirted out,
and from my mouth came vulgar moans I’d never made before.
To think I could make such sounds...
It’s the most shocking thing in my life.
“Ohh♥! Your cock...♥! Your cock is pounding my womb♥! My pussy feels so good♥!”
“I love it too, Najjang!”
“Ohoook♥!”
Thrust! Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!
His rough thrusts grew even more intense as I blurted out my true feelings.
At the same time, the scene I’d seen before flashed through my mind again.
A memory that shouldn’t exist.
A vision of being raped and defeated by him over and over.
My mind understood-
this was just his will to rape me, conveyed through “Shinkyo.”
But the pleasure was real.
Every time his cock lifted my womb, a wave of longing crashed over me.
“Najjang.”
“Nngh♥. Mmm♥.”
Slurp, slurp, slurp, slurp.
As his face drew close, our lips met naturally.
A sweet, sticky deep kiss.
It was a little suffocating and persistent,
but the more we kissed, the fuzzier my mind became.
It was like a happy dream.
“Najjang, I’m about to cum!”
“Nghh♥! If you want to cum...♥! Ngh♥! Do it as much as you want♥! Ohhh♥!”
Thrust! Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!
His wild thrusts made my mind go blank again.
The way he moved his hips to make a woman his own-
if I get used to this, I’ll never be able to be with another man again.
If I accept his thick semen, then...
“Najjang!”
“Aaah...♥! Ngh...♥! Nnghooo...♥!”
Viewwwwwut! Splurt! Splurt! Splurt!
It’s over now.
His mark is engraved on my instincts.
No matter what I do, I’ll never forget this man.
No matter who I meet, I’ll always compare them to him.
In the end, I’ve fallen into this man’s grasp.
As a woman, as an onahole, I’ve lost to him.
'Did I lose? Me, the head of the family... to this man...?'
The pillar that supported me until now is collapsing.
Everything in me naturally crumbles to the floor,
as if I’m falling into an endless abyss.
Well, maybe it was inevitable.
There’s no way someone like me could ever catch up to my sister.
“It’s your victory. I’m yours now...”
“What are you talking about?”
“What do you mean?”
“The match isn’t over yet.”
The match isn’t over?
Anyone could see this is my defeat.
Or is he just dragging it out to pity me?
That would be even more humiliating.
“Just admit it. Admit you won. If you don’t, I’ll kill myself.”
“You might think that, Najjang, but I don’t see it that way!”
Suddenly, Kim Jinwoo picked me up.
Isn’t this a princess carry?
“Ohh♥!”
Thrust!
His cock, thrust in from behind, bulged up through my belly.
I don’t know how many times it’s been,
but he’s still as vigorous as ever.
At this point, shouldn’t he admit victory?
Why won’t he?
“You’re mocking me to the end...♥!”
“I have no intention of doing that!”
“Then why are you doing this♥! How miserable do you want to make me♥!”
I shouted in frustration.
I just want it all to end.
I’m exhausted from the rough path I’ve walked.
Now I just want to live as an onahole without thinking.
So please, don’t make me miserable-just treat me like an onahole!
“I haven’t given up on you yet, Najjang.”
“Nngh♥!”
His thick arms wrapped around my shoulders, hugging me tightly from behind.
He hasn’t given up on me yet?
What hasn’t he given up on?
“You don’t have to be tied down as head of the family. You don’t have to force yourself to do things you hate.”
“But the Setsuki family...”
“Your happiness is more important than that!”
Kim Jinwoo hugged me even tighter.
If I really wanted to, I could break free,
but I couldn’t leave his embrace-no, I didn’t want to.
“Really... really?”
“Yeah, really...”
“You mean I don’t have to act all strict, or put up with the elders’ harsh stares?”
“Of course.”
Tears welled up and streamed down my cheeks.
Ah, so that’s it.
This is what I wanted to hear all along.
That I don’t have to bear the heavy burden anymore.
He knew.
That’s why he said the match wasn’t over yet.
“Thank you...”
“It’s nothing. If you became my onahole by force, I wouldn’t be happy either.”
I’d always denied everything about him,
but when I finally accepted him with no prejudice,
my heart warmed.
Along with that, the desire I’d dreamed of since childhood began to rise.
“Then, if it’s not too much to ask, could you grant me a favor?”
“Of course. Whose favor do you think it is?”
I’m glad.
To have met this man-no, this person-I’m truly glad.
For someone who truly cherishes and loves me,
I made my first and last heartfelt request.
“Please make me your bride-or rather, your onahole bride♥.”
“I love you, Najjang!”
“Ohooot♥!”
Thrust!
It felt like he reached past my womb and touched my heart.
For the first time, I enjoyed my husband’s cock with no interruptions.
To think I’d rejected something so good until now-
I’m ashamed of my foolish past self!
“Ngh♥! I love you, husband♥! As your onahole bride from now on, please spoil me a lot♥!”
“Of course I will!”
Thrust! Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!
Husband seems to really like my pussy, pounding me roughly.
To think my husband likes my pussy-
all my efforts weren’t in vain!
“I love your touch, husband...♥! Every time you play with my nipples, I can’t stop cumming...♥!”
“You like this, huh?”
“Ohooooot♥!”
Splurt! Splurt!
His loving caresses made me squirt uncontrollably.
I worried for a moment that I might have disappointed him,
but instead, he squeezed my breasts and whispered:
“Did it feel that good?”
“Yes♥. I’m your exclusive onahole bride, husband♥.”
Thank goodness.
It seems my husband really does like me, even like this.
He smiled brightly and started moving his hips again.
At the same time, he used all the Setsuki-ryu techniques I’d learned,
and in my mind, Shinkyo painted a vision:
My husband, in a white wedding dress, impregnating me.
‘So cool♥! He really is my husband♥!’
Splurt! Splurt! Splurt!
Just like in Shinkyo, I squirted powerfully.
My husband really intends to get me pregnant, the S-rank onahole.
Of course, if I wanted, I could ovulate anytime,
but if I did it carelessly, the government would warn me.
They say the eggs of an S-rank onahole are national property.
“By the way, you said you had a sister, right?”
“Yes...♥. My older sister who died when I was little...♥”
I can still vividly remember, if I close my eyes.
She threw her body to save me from danger,
taking my place under a falling rock.
Everyone told me it wasn’t my fault,
but it’s still true that my sister sacrificed herself to save me.
Sister, is it okay for me to be happy like this?
Is it okay for me to give up all responsibility and pursue my dreams?
“Then I should introduce you soon.”
“Huh? What do you mean...?”
Then, a shadow approached from afar.
At first, I could barely tell it was a person,
but as she got closer and her features became clearer, my heart pounded.
No, it can’t be.
I kept denying it in my mind,
but when she stopped in front of me, I couldn’t help but cry.
“Tada! This is Mahiro, the one who taught me Shinkyo and is now a yokai.”
“Sis? Is it really you?”
“Po, Popo.”
She only said “po, popo,”
but this appearance, this voice-it was definitely Setsuki Mahiro.
Unable to hold back, I ran straight into her arms.
As I hugged my sister, I felt that familiar warmth.
It really is her.
My real sister Mahiro has come back.
“Hic... I’m sorry. I really...”
“Popo. Popopo.”
She patted my back as if to say it wasn’t my fault.
Even after dying once,
even after becoming a yokai, my sister’s kindness hasn’t changed.
Then, I heard clapping from somewhere.
I turned my head to see my husband clapping.
“Sorry, husband.”
“No, it’s fine. You’re reuniting with your sister, it’s only natural. But...”
My husband strode over, his cock standing angrily.
“How are you going to take responsibility for my hard cock?”
“T-that’s...”
“Popo.”
Even though my sister only said “po,”
for some reason, I understood what she meant.
She’s fallen for my husband too.
Well, it can’t be helped.
“Husband♥. Please, release all your lust on us sisters♥.”
“Popo...♥. Popopo♥.”
Both of us sisters, naked, bowed in dogeza.
When I looked up at my husband,
he seemed pretty pleased with us.
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