Albeit Channel (Part 2)
The bed was enormous. How much would something like this even cost? For Minyong, the price was probably beyond anything he could imagine.
To lie naked on a bed like this was a luxury he'd never even dreamed of as a perk of a part-time job. Still, this too was part of the work, so simply savoring the feel of the mattress was out of the question.
"Nnhhh♥♥ Ahh♥ Ohhh♥ Cockkk♥ It's been so long since I've had a cockkk♥♥ Ahh, hih, hihih♥♥ It feels so good♥ Sehr gut! Sehr gut! Sehr gut!"
Hilde was riding him cowgirl, devouring Minyong's cock like a woman possessed. However starved she must have been, every thrust sent her juices pouring out in torrents, and even as her orgasms refused to stop, that enormous ass never paused for even a second — it shook with desperate, frantic purpose, swallowing his cock and releasing it again and again.
Pussy-women all had that quality of losing their minds over a cock, of course, but the refined, almost aristocratic air she'd carried just moments ago made the gap so wide the impact hit that much harder.
"Does my cock taste good?"
"Ja, das gefällt mir sehr! Dafür bin ich geboren!"
What the hell was she even saying?
A moment ago she'd been speaking fluent Korean, but once things reached this most instinctive of levels, her mother tongue apparently came out on its own. Not that it particularly bothered him... but as her caretaker, he figured he ought to show a little authority here.
Minyong twisted her clitoris between his fingers and issued a command.
"From now on, you speak Korean only, so I can understand you. Got that?!"
"Yes, yes, yes, yesss!!! I'm sorry! I failed to show proper consideration for your cock — I'm truly, truly sorryyyy♥♥♥ Nnh, nnnnnhhh♥♥"
The bliss of taking a man's cock while receiving his orders. It was a simple but foolproof combination, and Hilde's pussy short-circuited on the spot, spraying a squirt.
Feeling the warm, pleasant liquid splash across his stomach, Minyong grinned.
"Fucking bitch. You look so goddamn ugly."
Hildegarde Ahn, who until mere moments ago had seemed so elegant and refined. She'd felt like someone from an entirely different world — someone he wouldn't have dared approach, someone he would have been nervous even speaking to.
But once you put a cock in them, none of that mattered anymore.
The refinement of an upper-class housewife? Once she was glued to a cock, snot and tears streaming down her face in a full-blown ahegao, she was just another pussy who'd lost her mind over dick. The distance that status had put between them felt like it had closed in an instant.
That's right. Borders, money, social standing — what did any of that really matter? In the end, the pussy in front of him couldn't escape the fundamental truth that she was a bitch in heat starving for cock.
A cock, without question, was the finest medium for repairing the strained relationship between a man and a pussy.
"Do you make that idiot face for your husband too?"
"Ah, nooo♥ I, I promised I'd always show him only my elegant, ah, beautiful sideee♥♥ Hiiih♥♥"
Well, of course she had.
Even while carrying the nature of a woman who'd lose her mind over cock, wanting to show only her pretty, lovable side to the man she loved most — that too was a quality of pussies. Hilde had spent so long fulfilling the latter that she'd been neglecting a pussy's most basic nature. Or more precisely, she'd had no choice but to avoid it, out of anxiety.
Thinking that, a faint sympathy for Hilde rose in him.
Nah. I shouldn't be thinking like that.
Hadn't Hilde herself said as much? A pussy-woman didn't want her pussy used out of something as cheap as pity. There was only one thing a pussy truly wanted to hear.
"This pussy's worth using."
"!!!?"
At Minyong's praise of her sex, she surged past all the shallow orgasms she'd been cycling through and crashed into a genuine climax. To praise the taste of a pussy was to acknowledge the very reason for its existence. For a pussy, there was no greater reward.
"P-praise♥ Thank youuu♥ I'll squeeze, I'll squeeze my pussy even tighter so you can enjoy it more, Caretaker♥♥"
Hilde made good on her word. The grinding of her hips grew even more devoted than before, and the folds of her pussy clenched down as if to bite his cock. Having gone so long without a chance to serve a cock, her determination not to waste this precious opportunity was written all over her.
Hmm... Normally I'm not really the type to just let a pussy do as it pleases.
But maybe he'd let her have this for now. It wasn't out of sympathy. He was simply putting efficiency first. Hilde had gone far too long starving for cock, so he needed to let some of that pent-up lust blow off first. The real training could wait until she'd vented enough of it.
Minyong folded his arms behind his head and, without another word, accepted Hilde's cowgirl service. The way a Western woman's sturdy tits bounced up and down was a sight he could watch forever without tiring of it. Had the scholars of old, wandering in search of famed mountains and valleys, felt something like this?
"Nnh, haaahm, shlurp, ero, erott, mm, shluurp…."
Unable to contain her boiling urge to serve, Hilde pressed her face to Minyong's chest and flicked her tongue across his nipples, licking them greedily. This was the sort of thing she should have gotten permission for first, of course... but then, she was the lady of a distinguished house. A streak of insolence kept slipping out without her realizing it.
He'd have to teach her that properly, one thing at a time.
Minyong felt the urge to come building through his cock and, without holding back, let it go. Unlike a pussy, a cock came strictly on its own terms. You could call it unfair, but they occupied different positions and had different natures — you couldn't apply the same standard across the board.
How long did Hilde's cowgirl service go on after that?
"Nnh, nnnnnh…♥ Ah, ah, ahhh………♥♥"
Whether her stamina had given out or the fuse in her brain tasked with processing pleasure had simply blown, Hilde collapsed onto Minyong's chest like a puppet with its strings cut.
"Ih, ihih, ihihihih…."
Even with her mind almost gone, the simple fact that she'd gotten to serve a cock after so long seemed to make her happy — she dribbled a vacant, idiotic little laugh without even realizing it.
"Alright then. Shall we get started for real?"
For the first time, Minyong moved on his own. He rolled Hilde onto her side and began rocking his hips, driving into her pussy himself.
"Huuueh?!♥ W-wait♥ L-let me rest… just let me rest for a……♥"
"Sex is something a man does when he wants to and rests when he wants to, right? I still want to keep going."
"Ah♥"
Truthfully, taking a beat to rest around now wouldn't have been a problem. But Minyong deliberately chose to push through another round. If you let a pussy rest whenever it wanted to rest, it could pick up bad habits. A hole that existed to make a cock feel good, taking breaks at its own convenience — that was how a pussy got insolent. And while that was irritating from a man's perspective, more critically, it was something that would end up ruining the pussy's own happiness.
If this were a pussy he was just going to use once and throw away, he wouldn't have bothered pointing any of this out. It was basic manners so elementary even a grade-schooler would know them. But this pussy had gone so long gathering cobwebs that she'd apparently forgotten even that much. Minyong had a duty to drill those fundamentals back into her, thoroughly and without leaving anything out.
He might not have registered as a business, but as long as he was taking money for this, Minyong counted as a kind of professional. He was going to make damn sure she got her money's worth.
"Alright, squeeze that pussy tight. You know neglecting a cock just because you're tired isn't a pussy's duty, right?"
"O-of course it isn't♥ I'm sorry. It's been so long since I've properly used my pussy that even these basic manners, nnhoooohhh♥♥"
The moment Minyong's cock shoved against the mouth of her womb, that ugly face from earlier made its return. She really did look like an idiot — but the more you looked at it, the more it grew on you. People had a hard time growing attached to something that was nothing but perfect. Falling apart just this much was probably ideal, for a pussy.
Squelch squelch squelch squelch♥♥♥
Schlick schlick schlick schlick♥♥♥
"Nnh, oooohhnn♥♥♥ W-wait! Wait a second♥ I-it's different♥ It's so different from when I was moving my pussy myself♥ If you do something like this to me when I'm already exhausted♥♥♥"
"? What are you stating the obvious for. Of course it feels different when a pussy moves on its own versus when a cock is doing the moving."
Even if the act of stuffing a cock into a pussy was the same, it was only natural that the sensation would change depending on who was doing the moving. When the pussy moved of its own accord, that was service. When the cock moved of its own accord, that was conquest. It was only natural that being conquered would hit a pussy harder than serving. Did she not even know that?
Is the culture of using pussies just underdeveloped in Hildegarde's home country?
If that were truly the case, it must have been a pretty bleak place. It would mean the pussies there were drowning in melancholy, reduced to nothing but getting themselves off, never knowing what real pussy-pleasure even was.
"Hahhut, nnhoooohhh♥♥"
A magnificent squirt erupted from Hilde's pussy and soaked the bedsheets. It came out with impressive force, but the bed was so enormous it didn't quite reach the floor.
Perfect timing, actually. He'd see if he could make it reach that far.
"Squeeze that pussy tight. Let's get a nice, satisfying squirt out of you."
She'd already sprayed once, so there probably wasn't as much left — but with enough grit, you could do anything, right?
You got this!