The Village Festival's Secret (17)
Truth be told, Suho felt like he was being raped right now.
No matter how much he'd joined the festival with the explicit goal of having sex, this was something else entirely. If he flipped the perspective, it was like a man dragging a woman he'd just met into a motel room, skipping all the foreplay and skinship, yanking her panties aside, and shoving himself inside without a second thought. Did that make any sense? Even if both parties had entered with the understanding that sex might happen, that was still basically assault.
And that was exactly how Suho felt at this moment.
The inside of Cha Aeran's pussy, which had been greedily devouring the young man's cock like a starving beast, began convulsing in violent contractions and expansions. She was cumming. Her upper body collapsed forward as if she'd lost all strength, slumping over Suho's legs. Then she began bouncing her hips up and down with even greater force, continuing her frenzied ride.
All Suho could see now was Vice Principal Cha Aeran's enormous, perfectly round ass. Those two massive, moon-like cheeks took up half his field of vision, rising high before slamming down again and again with powerful, rhythmic force. Her overly developed buttocks. The way her glutes twitched and flexed every time her lower body lifted. The lively, energetic motion that you'd rarely see in an ordinary woman. There was something overwhelmingly captivating about the sight of a woman's backside, honed by consistent exercise.
But what truly caught his eye was something else.
The thing clearly visible between her widely spread ass cheeks—her asshole.
'……!'
It was the first time Suho had ever seen a woman's back entrance in such vivid detail, and he was completely mesmerized. It resembled a fully bloomed chrysanthemum. Every time her pussy contracted and expanded, the wrinkled folds that looked like tightly pursed lips would bloom open, revealing a deep, bottomless passage before clenching shut again.
Despite her image as a successful career woman, Cha Aeran's constantly twitching asshole looked utterly vulgar. And beneath it, the glimpse of her pussy was frighteningly greedy. The moment his cock, coated in cloudy fluids, appeared, it was instantly swallowed whole again. Her fluttering labia clung tightly to both sides of his shaft like a second mouth that refused to let go.
- Splat, splat. Squish, squelch, squelch!
She was so wet that every time her ass came crashing down, it sounded like someone stomping through a puddle. Suho could feel his own climax building. Having learned from his first festival experience that he wasn't supposed to cum inside just anyone, he quickly spoke up even as he was being helplessly dominated.
"V-Vice Principal! I'm about to cum soon…!"
"Ughk! Krrgh—!"
Thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack!
Her hips ignored all rhythm, speeding up as they slammed down with wild abandon. Cha Aeran's riding had turned into something like a shamanic frenzy. The wet, obscene slapping sounds rang out violently.
- Spurt, spurt! Spluuurt! Spluuuuuuuuuuuurt—!
Suho's lower body jerked violently as he erupted. Cha Aeran let out a shuddering moan and straightened her back, planting her hands on his pelvis and pressing down with her full weight to milk every last drop. Deeper. Deeper still. Her frenzied movements only began to subside once there was nothing left to squeeze from the cock buried inside her.
"Haaah… haa… uuung! Haaaa……."
Her head tilted back. Eyes gently closed as if savoring something exquisite. Between her parted red lips, a languid moan thick with heat spilled out.
Cha Aeran, lost in the afterglow of an orgasm she hadn't felt in a long time, and Suho, wrapped in relief that it was finally over. All he'd done since being dragged here was lie there motionless. Yet the young man pinned beneath that voluptuous, healthy ass looked completely drained.
It felt like all the strength had been sucked out of his body along with his cum. A sense of total depletion. A fatigue that went beyond simple physical exhaustion. A feeling of powerlessness he'd never experienced with the other women. This was exactly why no one in the village ever approached Cha Aeran's table.
Just as Suho had sensed something was wrong midway through, every man in Gwichuok-ri had been through this at least once. That was why they avoided her.
Five years ago, when the newly divorced Cha Aeran had returned to Gwichuok-ri, unable to control her overflowing desires, her cold and sharp demeanor might have put some people off. But her refined, urban beauty and surprisingly good figure for a woman her age made her incredibly attractive to the men her age. In fact, when she first joined the festival, the men had practically fought each other for the chance to sleep with her.
The problem was that every man left in the village was over forty. The pent-up sexual frustration of a divorced woman was more than an ordinary man could handle. No matter how much the villagers enjoyed their monthly orgy festivals, they were still middle-aged men well past their prime… There was no way they could keep up.
On top of that, she was the type who got off more on being on top than lying underneath. For the men on the receiving end, they were already past their physical peak, yet she would forcibly milk them until she was satisfied. Anyone who'd experienced Cha Aeran even once would shudder and run the other way.
They came to enjoy themselves together, not to be devoured one-sidedly. For the patriarchal men of Gwichuok-ri, who were mostly from the older generation, it was the ultimate humiliation. Over time, every man who learned what kind of woman she was started avoiding her table. It became a kind of sacred ground that only the truly confident—or foolish—would approach. Occasionally someone drunk would forget the trauma, charge in with bravado, get drained dry, and regret it immediately.
That was why, even when Cha Aeran attended the festival, she didn't always get to play. And now, all that pent-up desire had fallen squarely on the ignorant, overconfident Suho.
Unfortunately for Suho, who was basking in the relief that it was finally over, the woman's lust—ignited for the first time in ages—showed no signs of dying down. If one round had been enough, the village men wouldn't have feared her so much.
Cha Aeran twitched her crushed buttocks, savoring the lingering pleasure to the fullest before turning around to sit on him. She planted herself squarely on his cock, now limp and covered in a mess of semen and love juices, and looked down at him with a flushed, heated face. Then—
- Rip!
She violently tore her blouse open. The fabric slipped off her shoulders, revealing a luxurious lace bra. She yanked the bra down in one swift motion, and her bountiful breasts sprang free like they had been waiting for this moment.
Despite being in her forties, Vice Principal Cha Aeran's bare breasts looked incredibly firm—probably because the bra had been supporting them so well. They were aggressive in shape, almost predatory. Her nipples, stiff and swollen to a deep brownish-purple, immediately captured Suho's gaze.
What Cha Aeran did next was something Suho never expected.
She lowered her head, cupped her left breast with one hand, lifted it, and took her own swollen nipple into her mouth, sucking hard.
'Huk…….'
Suho's eyes widened at the incredibly lewd sight. Cha Aeran looked down at him with a seductive, lust-filled smile. She leaned forward, pulled up his shirt, and began licking and sucking on his nipple.
- Slurp—chu! Chuuup—
"Ah!"
Suho let out a gasp at the ticklish yet electrifying sensation spreading across his chest. While sucking on one of her own breasts, the woman used the fingers of her free hand to trace gentle circles around his other nipple.
"A-ah! Vice Principal…."
- Slurp, slurp, slurp….
While sucking on Suho's chest, Cha Aeran began rocking her hips back and forth, rubbing his crushed cock against her slick pussy lips. The fingers that had been gently caressing her other breast now pinched his tiny nipple, twisting and flicking it with precise pressure.
"Ah! Haa……."
The slippery sensation of her folds kneading his soft cock, combined with the sharp stimulation on his nipple, caused his previously exhausted member to slowly begin stirring again.
Cha Aeran continued grinding her hips back and forth over his hardening cock. She could feel it pulsing powerfully beneath her drenched folds and could no longer hold back. With an impatient tilt of her hips, she aligned the tip of his glans with her entrance and pushed back hard.
"Ah! Aah……!"
"Huk! Huuuurgh…!"
- Squelch!Thwack, thwack, thwack!
The woman planted both hands on the young man's shoulders and began slamming her hips down with renewed vigor. Staring up at the vice principal's breasts swinging above his face, Suho once again found himself being ridden like a toy.
The classroom was silent.
In the center of the room, a young man lay sprawled on a yoga mat, staring blankly at the ceiling. His shirt was bunched up to his neck, and his pants were haphazardly pulled down around his thighs. It was a pitiful sight—one that might have suited a woman who'd just been gang-raped. Ironically, the person in that state was a tall, strapping young man.
"Wow……."
A sound that could have been either admiration or a sigh escaped Suho's lips.
After finishing two full rounds of "business," Cha Aeran had casually said they'd meet again later and left with a refreshed, glowing expression. In contrast, the Suho left behind wore the hollow look of a man who'd lost his entire country.
"I got eaten alive…. Haha. Damn… This really was just straight-up getting devoured…."
Was this what it felt like to have your vitality sucked dry? Suho let out a hollow laugh, overwhelmed by a fatigue he'd never felt with any of the other women.