Subway Conquest and the First Imprint

As time passed, love juices started gushing from Lee Yoo-jin's pussy like tap water, and as her climax approached, her body twitched and trembled. Deciding to make her cum once, I ramped up the speed even more. My fingers plunged in with such force that the sounds could probably be heard around us, and soon her body went rigid. Her pussy clamped down hard on my fingers, and a flood of juices burst out from inside.

"Mmmph!!"

After reaching her peak and going limp, I peeked at her face. Her eyes were rolled back, showing only whites, so I figured that was enough. I moved the hand that had been covering her mouth to her massive breasts—and I couldn't help but flinch in surprise.

No bra?

The moment I groped those huge tits over ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠her blouse, there was no bra in the way—just soft flesh yielding to my touch. My excitement surged, and I kneaded them freely, savoring that pillowy softness for a good while before sliding my hand toward her nipples.

With no bra, I expected bare skin, but instead, I felt something smooth and glossy. Figuring it was a nipple patch, I scratched the edge with my fingernail over the blouse and successfully exposed her nipples completely.

She must have been pent up for so long that she still hadn't come down from her high. Checking her state again, I pitied her for not fully enjoying the thorough fondling. I pinched the nipples poking through her blouse between my thumb and index finger, then twisted hard.

"Ahhng…."

Even in the afterglow, the nipple pinch triggered another weak orgasm. Her eyes, which had been unfocused, began to regain light amid her sultry moan. Boldly turning her head to meet her gaze, I saw burning lust mixed with shame in her eyes. Seizing the moment, I activated one of my skills: Imprint.

Having decided earlier based on her sexual preferences, I selected the Masochistic Yin Gate. Various patterns appeared before my eyes. Skimming them, I picked a seductive butterfly shape that suited her allure.

It said I could even tattoo her face, soles of her feet, or anus. Without hesitation, I chose her massive breasts, which I'd been groping to my heart's content.

Nice service.

Satisfied that I could move it anytime, I continued toying with her breasts and pussy. By now, her stockings were soaked from two orgasms, drenched in her juices. Her white lace panties had absorbed so much they were useless, pooling liquid on the floor.

To check her altered state, I activated Lustful Eye again. Smirking at her completely transformed preferences, I resumed the fondling I'd paused to select the skill.

The power to turn a sadist into a masochist... fucking cheat skill.

To reward her newly masochistic self, I pinched her clit and nipples like vise grips, twisting and pulling hard enough to hurt. The sensation of her vital spots being yanked made her rise on tiptoes, her face twisting into the sluttiest expression as ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠she hurtled toward climax.

"Haaaaang!!!"

Her massive moan echoed loud enough for everyone to hear, her body shuddering violently. Feeling the stares, I knew we couldn't stay. Grabbing her wrist, I dragged her off at the next stop.

Exiting the subway, I led her—drenched in ecstasy, eyes unfocused, staggering like she was high—to the nearest love hotel. Her black stockings, darkened and soaked, drew eyes. Men leered like she was a whore; women glared in disgust.

Once inside the room, her shame vanished. Her eyes burned with lust as she scanned me: 185cm tall, muscles straining my uniform, perfectly handsome face. She approached with desperate hunger.

Smiling slowly, she placed her hands on my shoulders, tiptoed, and kissed me aggressively. I wrapped her waist, returning the kiss while stripping her.

"Mmm... smooch, smack... ngh…."

Her tongue danced in my mouth. I pulled her blouse from her skirt, unbuttoning rapidly. As the endless cleavage emerged, my excitement boiled over. I ripped the rest open.

"Mmph!"

The rough undressing made her flinch back in pain, fully exposing her massive tits. I stared, dumbfounded.

Are those real human breasts?

In reality, they'd sag from weight, but game physics kept them perky and teardrop-shaped. Matching pink areolas the size of palms, thumb-thick nipples, and my blue butterfly tattoo gleaming in the center.

Whoa….

"Want mommy's milk, baby?"

Captivated by those maternal orbs, I snapped out of it as she smirked proudly, cupping them to emphasize their size.

!!!!!

Something primal surged. Like a bull charging, I tackled her onto the bed. Her tits jiggled wildly from the impact. I shoved one into my mouth, rolling the huge nipple with my tongue.

"Kyaa! Ahhng...! Sucking so rough."

Startled by my aggression, she moaned nasally as I nursed, stroking my head like a loving mom. Lost in the warmth, I alternated kneading and sucking until satisfied, then pulled away.

"Ngh... huh? You can suck more."

The forceful subway masochist was gone; this mature seduction irked me. Stripping naked, I revealed my custom Big Magnum.

"Ah?"

Her smugness shattered at the sight—baby-fist glans, 25cm of pink sausage girth, veiny grotesquery, rebar hardness, volcanic heat, massive balls enhanced by Evolved Body.

It wasn't human. She recoiled in instinctual fear.

"Eek! Wh-what is that... are you even human?"

"Cool, right?"

Trembling at the thought of it piercing her fragile pussy, she looked like a scared bunny. Wanting to torment her more, I grabbed her hair and pressed the tip to her lips.

"Suck."

"Impossible…."

"The slut dripping in the subway can't suck this?"

"I've never taken anything that big…."

"You'll try today. Suck it now."

Pinned by her hair, she licked the glans tentatively, adapting by slathering saliva. Swallowing, she opened wide and engulfed it.

"Mmm... chup... ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠slurp."

Even maxed out, only the head and a bit more fit. To go deeper, I gripped her hair tighter. Anticipating, she begged with her tongue, swirling the underside passionately, head twisting side to side.

Her pleading upward gaze was adorable. Easing my grip, I enjoyed her skilled technique—clearly experienced. From the subway teasing, my cock had been rock-hard; now it erupted.

"Slurp, smack... haa…."

"Ugh...! Cumming!!!"

"Mmph?!"

Thrusting deeper to trap her, I unleashed. Evolved Body amplified my enhanced balls and fertility: thicker, more viscous semen than reality, flooding her mouth endlessly. Gulp after gulp.

"Glug!!... Mmmph!"

She patted my thighs desperately but surrendered, swallowing obediently. Each pulse through my urethra wracked me with soul-shattering pleasure.