Chapter 23
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 23
Chapter Title: That's Not Enough
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Squelch squelch, slurp slurp.
"Nngh... Ahh, Master... Master's coming... into Bo-ra..."
"Don't pretend your fingers are my cock."
Her body was heating up, so I'd told her to masturbate.
She kneaded her breasts and tugged at her nipples, then rubbed around her entrance with her hand.
She gazed at me with half-lidded eyes, letting out hot moans.
"It's not... enough... I put two fingers in, ah..."
"Mine's thicker than that."
"You won't even put it in... you just brag..."
She was saying things she didn't mean to excite me.
Earlier, she'd whined about how it might hurt.
Still, knowing a woman was touching herself while thinking of me was pretty damn arousing.
Bo-ra was imagining me thrusting into her, pistoning her fingers hard.
In her fantasy, I was bucking my hips furiously.
This seemed like enough foreplay. I pulled down my trunks.
The guy who'd been standing at attention proudly pointed at the ceiling.
"Whoa~"
The size made the idol... gasp in shock.
"Surprised? You saw it in the bathroom."
"It was dark then, so I couldn't see it clearly. In the light, it looks way bigger."
Perfect praise to stroke a man's ego.
"Keep going. I'm gonna jerk off."
"Yes, Master... Ahh."
I busily worked my wrist while enjoying Bo-ra's live masturbation show.
It was definitely a 'vivid' jerk-off session, incomparable to porn.
'Come to think of it, to Bo-ra, I'm her jerk-off material too.'
We were each other's fap fuel, sharing the thrill of thrusting and stroking.
Squelch squelch.
Whip whip whip.
"Fuck... Almost... Just a little... more...!!"
A curse slipped out unbidden.
Just a bit more and I'd cum, if I could cross that line... I pounded away, skinning the tip raw, but couldn't breach that frustrating edge.
Instead, Bo-ra was getting even wetter watching me stroke, her juices dripping everywhere.
This was totally backwards—the guest of honor had become the sideshow.
To push past the threshold to climax, just watching wouldn't cut it.
"Stop fingering yourself and come here."
Still lost in arousal, Bo-ra didn't catch my order right away.
"Ah... Yes, Master."
She climbed down from the sofa and walked over slowly.
"Who told you to walk? Go back and crawl."
"Yes..."
She returned to the sofa, then crawled over on all fours.
She looked up at me from my feet, waiting for the next command.
"Kneel."
She obeyed meekly.
My upright cock was close enough to brush her face.
Her eyes held a mix of emotions as she stared up at me.
Helplessness at having no choice but to obey,
Fear of whether she'd endure the next order,
Yet a craving for my proud erection,
And hope that it would excite her like before.
All blended into a pitiful vulnerability that tugged at me.
I had to exploit that pitifulness well.
"Suck it."
I needed something more stimulating right now.
*
Slurp... Schloop...
Lick lick, smooch.
"You ever sucked one before? You're good."
She licked from the base up to the tip like a pro.
Even if she hadn't taken one inside, she might've blown an ex.
"First time. I'm just copying what I saw in porn."
Like Yun-ji, it'd all been secondhand experience.
"You remember that?"
I was surprised she'd watched so closely to mimic it.
To me, jerk-off scenes skipped the boring bits.
"You never know when someone you wanna do it for might show up. They're pros, so I figured copying them would make 'em like it."
"First time with me, and I'm not even someone you wanted to. Must suck."
She teased the head and foreskin with her tongue as she replied.
"Not... bad at all. You ordered it, Master, but I wanted to do it too."
"Why'd you wanna?"
"Dunno. Just drawn to it. Seeing you naked made me wanna suck it. Even without your order, I'd have offered."
She couldn't explain why, but my cock drew her in, made her want to suck it.
Whether it was genuine or the system prompting her, I had no clue.
'Doesn't matter—as long as I cum.'
The process didn't count, just upping the skill uses.
All roads led to Rome.
Smooch smooch... Slurp...
Gluck gluck... Pop... Sslurp... Hnngh...
Bo-ra hummed through her nose, sending light vibrations into my mouth.
My hypersensitive glans caught every tremor.
A jolt shot up my spine, my ass quivering. Emboldened by my reaction, she deepthroated me root to tip.
It hit her throat, but she held steady, lavishing my shaft with her tongue.
Chup chu... Chuup chuup...
Lick lick, smooch.
She pulled it out like taffy, then plunged back in, pausing midway to roll the head like candy.
God knows what porn she'd watched—her moves were so varied.
Bored of simple repetition, she switched depths and speeds, sucking every inch without neglect.
She dragged pleasure to heights masturbation couldn't touch.
Just a little more, and I might finally cross that damn 'threshold.'
Unthinkingly, I grabbed Bo-ra's head and shook it wildly.
"Mmph... Mmm, mmph, nngh...!!"
"Hold on! Just a bit... more... keep going... Fuck!!"
She sucked through the discomfort, matching my thrusts.
I told myself not to look at her mouth and kept pulling out and shoving in.
'That's why they call it a mouth-pussy.'
It felt like pounding a loose hole.
But that tongue, absent from the real thing, kept stroking head and shaft—not bad at all.
Dozens of thrusts later, the pleasure line racing down my spine splintered into branches.
"Hah... Nngh..."
The cum surging through my urethra roared like never before.
No sphincter could hold back the ecstasy breaching the threshold.
Seconds were all I had left.
I yanked out of Bo-ra's mouth and yelled.
"Mouth open, quick!!"
I aimed at her gaping maw and released the tension squeezing my ass.
Spurt! Splurt, spluuurt.
Splooosh, splooosh, splurt, splurt.
Cum erupted like a dam burst, flooding into Bo-ra's mouth.
Stray ropes splattered everywhere, painting white streaks around her lips.
Bo-ra dazedly served as my cum receptacle.
"Don't swallow. Go spit it in the bathroom."
Like with Yun-ji, watching her eat it didn't turn me on.
The moment I permitted, she dashed to the bathroom with a mouthful.
Hearing the retch and flush, she must've struggled.
'If I came, time to pay up.'
No message about skill uses increasing.
Status window showed the skill counter still at (0).
One load apparently wasn't enough.
'She's making me go all the way, huh.'
My name is Song Ji-eun, 25 years old.
I started in teen dramas, but now they call me the queen of rom-coms.
Unlike my pure image, I swear like a sailor—that's my flaw. But I don't bully staff or anything.
Maybe the occasional hysterical fit when acting stalls?
'What the fuck is this shit?'
Finished shooting at the townhouse and heading out when monsters swarmed.
I barely escaped, only for some thugs to kidnap me.
They slaughtered the staff and manager blocking the way.
Now I'm locked in some basement-like room.
I cursed and fought, so they tied me to the bed and gagged me.
They only untie me to shove food in.
Go to the bathroom? They stripped me and diapered me like an adult baby.
After feeding, they check if I pissed myself.
Humiliation doesn't get more humiliating.
'Am I incontinent or what?'
Glancing over, Heo Yun-ji dozed in her cage, head nodding.
Not into idols, but she's so pretty I remember her name.
Dumb or what? She scarfs all the food and curls up to sleep.
Locked here for no reason—doesn't she get anxious?
Oh yeah, she kept babbling some oppa would rescue her.
With monsters and worse humans everywhere—who's saving who?
'That guy called me and Yun-ji saintesses.'
Soon as I got here, the cult leader showed up.
Blabbing about saintesses, I grabbed his collar and cussed him out—hence this treatment.
Should've kicked his balls if I knew.
'What now?'
Corpses lunged at staff, ripping throats.
Bitten staff turned into walking dead too.
Fled that, got nabbed by these cult leader and follower freaks.
Brainwashed zealots, no doubt.
'Why kidnap me?'
Expected the leader to rape me—nope.
Told the other guys he'd kill 'em if they touched me.
Relief then, but now it's creepier.
Last night, dreamed he sacrificed me, carving out my heart.
What if that's why they took me and Yun-ji?
I'm stressing, she's snoring away in her cage.
That oppa guy that reliable?
Anyone, please—just save me from here.
'I'll do anything, please.'
Bo-ra emerged from the bathroom, glancing at me before dropping her eyes.
"What's wrong?"
"Your face looks bad, Master. It sucked, huh..."
"You think a guy who hated it would've cum that much? Don't overthink it. You did plenty."
"Then why the face? You look disappointed."
"Still not enough. I need to get more excited to go harder."
Bo-ra's eyes went wide.
That much cum, and it's not enough?
"Sucking wasn't enough. You know what's left, right?"
"Ah."
Her face said the inevitable had arrived.