Crazy #2
The ceiling. My cock stood rigidly upright, pointing straight toward it. The Doctor’s gaze locked onto it, and the corner of her mouth curled upward. She seemed utterly convinced that I was enjoying this situation immensely.
She shoved my shoulder, forcing me down onto the sofa with a heavy thud. Then, in one swift motion, she stripped off her underwear and tossed it aside. Straddling my thigh in nothing but her bare skin, the fury that had burned in her eyes moments ago vanished completely. Now her gaze was drenched in lust as she stared at me and asked,
“That’s right. I feel like I’ve won.”
“Won what?”
“Against your ex-husband.”
At those words, the Doctor let out a seductive smile.
“You’re only saying the pretty parts, huh?”
“Then hurry up and put it in.”
“Why? Hearing voices again? Want me to erase your ex-husband’s too?”
My mocking tone made the Doctor’s brows furrow. Without a word, she reached behind herself, grabbed my cock, and began stroking it with firm, deliberate pressure. As she did, she spoke.
“I do believe you. This is the first time I’ve seen you this worked up since last time.”
The day we had fought so fiercely. As if remembering it, the Doctor’s eyes grew misty. She seemed to be vividly replaying everything that had happened that day. Not wanting to let her get lost in complicated thoughts, I buried my face between her breasts and let my tongue flick out, licking at her flawless, spotless skin. The moment I did, she snapped out of her reverie and pulled my head tightly against her.
It was a confession I had heard many times before, but given the circumstances, it sounded incredibly obscene. I lifted my head slightly and smiled brightly.
“Feeling a little calmer now?”
“Yeah…”
“And those feelings… they’re still the same?”
I was referring to everything concerning Edward Parsons. The Doctor answered without hesitation.
“Now that’s a line I like.”
“I resent him. And I resent you just as much.”
I had expected her to say something along the lines of, “Why did you have to seduce me and drive me crazy?” or “I can’t live without you.” She had always spoken that way before, so I thought she would do the same now to rile me up. But the words that came out of the Doctor’s mouth far exceeded anything I had anticipated.
For a moment, my mind went completely blank. My mouth fell slightly open. I wasn’t sure if it was the sheer shock of the hallucination, but today the Doctor’s behavior and tone were far rougher than usual—so much so that an overwhelming wave of arousal and conquest surged through my entire body.
No matter how deeply she had fallen for me, to speak of a man she had loved for five years and longed for over ten in such a degrading way… If we were to have sex like this in the lab, I wondered if she wouldn’t actually get stabbed to death.
“Noona… right now…”
A warm, sticky sensation bloomed at my groin. Her juices were flowing freely from between her legs. A deep flush spread across the Doctor’s face, cold sweat beading on her skin, and a slick, lewd atmosphere filled the air.
Was she excited from badmouthing her ex-husband? Or from indulging in an impossible fantasy? Perhaps both.
Her voice dripped with raw longing. I swallowed hard without realizing it. My body burned hotter than ever. This level of arousal was the first I had felt since the day I took Sehwa’s virginity.
“Do you really mean that?”
“I do. My mind is completely clear right now. Do I look like I’m just angrily blurting out nonsense…?”
No. Her eyes were steady. She truly believed every word. For a moment I was at a loss for words and fell silent. The Doctor apologized.
“For what?”
“For comparing you to that pathetic ex-husband of mine all this time. You’re someone who can’t even be compared to him in any way… I’ve been thinking such stupid thoughts until now.”
Rumble…!
The sound rang out clearly. It was the sound of the Doctor dragging Edward Parsons’ statue out into the open. Not only that, but I could feel her determination to smash it to pieces in one go rather than carefully sawing it apart. Today’s events must have been that shocking to her.
The Doctor ran her hands through her hair several times. Was she hearing Edward Parsons’ desperate screams? No. She was thinking that his statue was too solid to break in one strike. The clay grew harder over time. That was exactly what his statue was like.
But ten years was a long time. Edward Parsons’ statue was like an ancient clay artifact that had been buried underground for ages, only to crumble into dust the moment it was excavated or during the process. If it had remained perfectly sealed in an airtight environment with no external interference, it might have been fine. But the Doctor was now pulling the statue out into an open space.
If she simply took it out and tapped it with something hard—if even the smallest crack appeared—it would turn completely to powder. And the Doctor was ready to do exactly that.
In a pitiful, pleading tone, she begged.
She wanted me to transform the version of herself that had upheld her late husband’s legacy. I silently nodded. Her face brightened at once. She lifted her hips, grasped my cock as if it were something precious, and guided it to her entrance. Then—
Squelch!
She dropped her hips in one decisive motion, swallowing my entire length at once.
A coquettish nasal moan, paired with an incredibly tight squeeze that felt like it was wringing me dry. My mind went dizzy for a second. I blinked once. The Doctor’s hands on my shoulders clenched with tremendous force. She trembled all over as if experiencing pleasure on the same level as mine.
Grabbing both of her hips, I asked,
“How is it? Is he fading away?”
She tried to start bouncing her hips, but my hands held her pelvis firmly in place, preventing her from moving.
She was practically begging as she pressed her forehead against mine. I smirked, teasing her for a moment longer before finally releasing my grip. The instant I did, her waist began to undulate fluidly back and forth.
Sliiide…! Slap…!
The sound of her smoothly shaved, slick skin slapping against mine was unbearably lewd. She hadn’t even moved that much, yet her face—already drenched in sweat—crashed hungrily against my lips. How long had we been devouring each other’s mouths like starving beasts?
While kissing deeply and working her hips, she suddenly pulled her face away and cried out.
She must have been hearing hallucinations again. To keep her from thinking about anything else, I captured her lips once more.
Even while our lips were locked, she kept confessing her love. Her hip movements grew faster and faster. What had been rocking back and forth now shifted to vigorous up-and-down bouncing. She slammed her ass hard against my crotch on purpose, making loud, wet slapping sounds. It was as if she were trying to drown out the voices in her head.
Sweat poured from her like rain. The moisture reduced the friction between her thighs and ass, causing her to slip several times. But neither of us cared. Or rather, neither of us could afford to care. We were both completely lost in pleasure.
Driven mad by lust, we devoured each other until the speed of her hips gradually slowed. As if by unspoken agreement, we both came back to our senses at the same time.
The Doctor panted heavily. After riding me so vigorously in the cowgirl position for so long, it was no wonder she was exhausted. I grabbed her waist, flipped her body over in one smooth motion, and changed positions. I pinned her beneath me on the sofa, standing with my knees slightly bent so my cock wouldn’t slip out. Then I gave her a moment to catch her breath.
Once her breathing had steadied, I thrust deep inside her again.
Squelch!
Her whole body twitched as she let out a sweet, melting moan. With completely unfocused eyes, she looked up at me and stretched both arms out. It looked like she was asking for a hug. Seeing her display such childish affection—something she never usually did—made me smile involuntarily.
I hugged her tightly as she wished and began moving my hips slowly.
Sliiide… Squelch…
With every thrust, her face grew more drenched in pleasure. The intensity of her earlier cowgirl performance had been so overwhelming that I hadn’t even made many strokes before the urge to cum hit me.
With a deep, meaningful gaze, I stroked her cheek. When she nuzzled her face into my palm like a spoiled kitten, I grinned.
“Noona.”
“Does it feel good?”
“I’m about to cum…”
At my words, she wrapped her legs around my waist and squeezed with all her strength. I stroked the groove between her spread outer thighs from bottom to top and asked,
“Want me to cum inside?”
“You’re the one begging, but your attitude is all wrong.”
“With what?”
“Still not good enough.”
When I told her to speak even more vulgarly, her pupils trembled. While still being fucked, she endured the humiliation and spoke clearly.
“You think that’s possible? Weren’t you infertile? And you’re not even ovulating right now.”
“How can you be so sure?”
“…Because…”
The Doctor mumbled something under her breath. I leaned my face closer to hers and gave her a meaningful smile.
“What was that?”
There are times when words can be far more obscene than any physical act. This was one of those moments. Her insults were mild and a little awkward, but when she was acting this coquettish, only an idiot would hold back.
Squelch!
I drove my cock all the way in until it pressed against her cervix, then straightened my back and began to ejaculate. Spurt—! Thick, powerful ropes of semen erupted violently, flooding her womb. Feeling the heat and intensity far greater than usual, the Doctor’s eyes rolled back and her mouth fell slightly open. Her hips twitched like a fish out of water, and her legs shook as if she were having a seizure.
I kept pressing down firmly on her lower belly as I finished. When my orgasm finally subsided, I tried to pull out. But the Doctor used every ounce of strength she had left to clamp her legs around me and refused to let go.
She was saying exactly what I wanted to hear. I decided to grant her wish.