Parking in the Front
Her juices surged forth like a fountain.
"Hahaha! You know your place now, don't you?"
It was the dwarf’s declaration of victory.
This was, without a doubt, an absolute win.
But something felt off.
Even though she had been reduced to a total wreck, she was still laboring under the delusion that she hadn't lost yet.
Much like how one’s memory glitches when on the verge of fainting, she had reached that state.
And so, the dwarf decided she needed a proper education.
If our little baby is having trouble learning, it’s only right to help her out, isn't it?
"Haa... haa..."
There is no mercy for her as she struggles to breathe.
The dwarf rams his rod—his cock—deep into Line’s hole.
"Hahaha! How’s that, you bitch!"
"Uuuu-gu-geu-go-geu!! ♡♡♡"
She lets out a moan that echoes through the room, in a language that doesn't exist in this world.
The dwarf didn't care about any of that.
He was simply acting according to the programming of his male species.
At first, he pulled his cock out slowly.
Line’s vaginal walls gripped him tight, begging him not to leave.
Surely, at that level of pressure, it might have been painful for his cock.
But as her female juices acted as lubricant, the pain was transmuted into pleasure.
"Ugh...!"
A moan escaped the dwarf’s lips before he could stop it.
His cock was coated from root to tip in her genuine female juices.
Coated?
No, to describe it as merely coated would be...
It’s absolutely drenched in female juices ♡♡
He had backed up with great effort, and now it was time to move forward.
Just like parking a car—reverse once, then drive forward.
Reverse, forward.
Just as one repeats those motions to slide perfectly into a parking space.
Even with the dwarf’s massive, thick cock, it’s hard to defy those laws of physics.
He shifts the gear from reverse.
Forward. It’s time to move forward.
But there is a difference between this and standard rear-entry parking.
There is a speed bump in front called the cervix.
That’s right.
He isn't doing rear-entry parking; he is doing front-entry parking.
Front-entry parking?
Even for a beginner driver, there’s nothing easier than that.
Besides, the dwarf is a master driver.
A best-in-class driver who handles trucks and massive buses.
No matter how loose you act, you’ll be tucking your tail between your legs before this expertise.
*Uryat! Uryat!*
Whether Line was mentally prepared or not.
It wasn't particularly important to him.
He was just parking in the front, aiming for the cervix.
Since there’s a speed bump, speed isn't a factor to worry about.
So, let’s pick up the pace a little, shall we?
His cock reaches the cervix in one go.
The pathetic cunt didn't moan; instead, she let out a sound of holding her breath.
"Huk..."
It wasn't a sound she made because she wanted to.
She was forced to hold her breath to writhe in pain.
It wasn't just her sounds that Line acted out unintentionally.
Nothing she had done so far was intentional.
Right here, in this space.
What she wanted to do, what she wished to do.
Nothing. Not a single thing.
She was just a machine, her brain pickled by pleasure, leaking genuine juices like a water purifier.
Nothing more, nothing less.
She had already broken down.
To fix the broken girl, the dwarf agonized.
When a machine breaks, the standard method is to apply physical impact.
He didn't know the operating principles, but he figured it would work out somehow.
Therefore, for this broken machine, physical therapy was the ultimate treatment.
The machine’s heart, its feelings.
They meant nothing.
Whether she fainted or died.
It didn't matter at all!! ♡♡♡
He had touched the cervix once, so now it was time to reverse again.
This wasn't a sprint. It was a marathon.
If she lost her pace even for a moment, she would just be a discarded toy.
"Hoo..."
Even the experienced dwarf braced himself before starting the loop.
As his cock pulled out little by little, the blocked toilet began to clear again.
If you spill this much water, you might die of dehydration, you know?
So, he had to provide some hydration.
He had to provide emergency treatment with breeding juices and genuine male juices.
For a brief moment, the dwarf felt a flicker of humanity revive in his heart, thinking he should help her quickly.
But that thought lasted for a very short time.
Because our Line is...
Just a pathetic cunt fleshlight ♡♡♡
"Fuck... here I go!"
"Ugh!"
The bitch who was cockily moaning like a surround-sound speaker earlier.
Now she couldn't even breathe—there’s no comedy greater than this.
*Ugh! Ugh!*
After a few more piston thrusts, the dwarf began to lose sensation.
Even the receptive cunt, which had craved his breeding juices, couldn't handle the slipperiness of so much love fluid.
This isn't fun.
He hadn't even started yet.
The dwarf had worked hard, traveling from the tip to the base of his cock.
But in the end, all he got back was love fluid that smelled like musk.
Having lost interest, the dwarf turned back into a hunter.
What would happen if he shook it back and forth with the tip of his cock touching the cervix?
He had never changed his hunting style before, but he had a good test subject right in front of him, didn't he?
He rams it straight into the cervix once more.
And then, from that state, at that very spot, he thrusts again.
It’s a zone where there’s nowhere left to go, but he’s pioneering it.
The dwarf seems to have inherited the spirit of Columbus.
There might not be a Columbus in this world, but life is the same everywhere.
"Hoo... fuck."
It won't go in any further.
Even with his massive, thick cock, reaching the cervix, which is deeply twisted in a curve, is impossible.
But even if it doesn't actually enter, the pressure clearly exists.
This pressure is like an electric rice cooker; it feels like pregnancy could happen just from the pressure alone.
The sound of her holding her breath was no longer audible.
All that was transmitted through her entire body was the sensation of his cock rubbing against the cervix.
This feeling is the ultimate pleasure that one could never experience unless born as a man.
He couldn't even imagine what it felt like.
But because it is the only blessing a creature born as a female can possess.
She tries not to miss the opportunity as much as possible.
Of course, that’s not your intention, is it? ♡♡♡
*Huk. Huk. Huk.*
The dwarf continues to dig into that spot persistently.
You never know, right?
Maybe the genetics will hit?
It looks like the oil is already overflowing, slippery as can be.
But the more, the better.
More is better than less.
Bigger is better than smaller.
That’s the way of the world.
*Press. Press-press. Press.*
After repeating the thrusts a few times, her body suddenly began to convulse.
And then, as if time had stopped, her body froze.
That couldn't be. That’s impossible.
Time stopping is nonsense.
But for her, it was different.
The muscles all over her body went into spasms and entered hibernation.
The dwarf fell into deep thought.
Whether he should fix and keep using this fleshlight, which was nothing more than a consumable.
Wouldn't it be a better direction to leave and find a new fleshlight?
He didn't need this pathetic cunt that couldn't even function properly anymore, did he?
But there was a reason he was agonizing over it.
Finding a new mass-produced item is a good thing, but it signifies 'giving up.'
His efforts, his passion—all the piston thrusts he had performed so far.
If he gave up, it would all go down the drain.
He couldn't stop the piston thrusts, if only because that would be a waste.
Now, the opponent in the match had changed.
No, he had known the opponent wrong from the start.
This sow fleshlight was nothing more than a folding screen.
From the beginning, it was a fight against himself.
The dwarf’s perspective began to shift, as if he had just watched a motivational video.
It wasn't a race where everyone competed, nor was it about heading toward a faster or better place than anyone else.
It was about finishing the race to the goal he had set for himself.
He realized that was the true meaning of a marathon.
If so, let’s run more.
Even if his legs break and his heart feels like it’s going to explode.
To the end. To the finish line.
I’m going to ram my baby seeds into this bitch’s womb!! ♡♡
Here I go, fleshlight.
Is the amount of stored eggs sufficient?
The dwarf stretches his body for a moment and focuses all his concentration on his cock.
And he shouts so the whole world can hear.
"Fuck... get pregnant, I'm cummiiiing!! ♡♡♡"
His balls twitch, his cock shaft expands, and he injects his baby seeds into Line’s womb.
*Splurt-splurt!! ♡♡♡*
And she, who couldn't keep her mouth shut, takes the baton with a frail voice.
"Kyaaaaaa!! ♡♡"
"Haa... haa!! ♡♡♡"
It shouldn't be easy for a body filled with fat like hers to make such sounds.
The out-of-spec semen assists by holding her abdominal pressure.
The dwarf, having tasted 2-3 seconds of short pleasure, somehow escapes that cave with his sensitive cock.
"Phew~ that was a close one."
The semen that had filled Line’s cunt began to leak out in streams.
"Aing... spilling all this precious stuff?"
The dwarf returned to being the friendly neighborhood uncle.
And to keep her from spilling the fertilization juices, he somehow seals the hole with his slightly shrunken cock.
Then, an unfamiliar sound reached his ears.
*Knock, knock.*
"Excuse me~ would you like to extend your time?"