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An alluring body.
Skin white as snow stirred a man's appetite.
I want to eat her up.
She was like a fresh cream cake. The moment my tongue swept across her, a creamy sweetness bloomed.
"You tricked me again!"
"At this point, didn't you just come because you wanted to get taken?"
The one being consumed. Rachel's soft echoes rang through the empty lecture hall.
She's such an idiot.
Sharp as a tack in her own field, yet outside of it she was even more airheaded than Sora.
Squelch!
But her body was honest. Beneath the soft thicket, the valley was already wet. She was perfectly ready.
I had meant to make her submit once and for all.
"I trusted you…"
Other water was flowing too. A single tear traced down her white cheek.
"Why are you crying?"
"Because you lied to me again."
"I'm trying to keep my promise."
"In this situation?"
Apparently I had given her the wrong idea. She had followed me to treat her trauma.
As if that's anything special.
She was afraid of men. Memories of what I had done to her kept surfacing. In that case, the solution was simple—make it everyday life.
"???"
"If you just get thoroughly taken, you won't have to fuss over the little things."
"Your thought process is pure criminal!"
"I hear 'ingenious' quite often."
Extreme cleanliness. A pure body that had never known pleasure was fretting over the slightest stain.
Dye her pitch-black and there won't be anything left to frett over.
She would end up begging for it instead. I knew—I had seen it from the future.
"Fine."
"Oh? So cooperative?"
"But if it doesn't get better, I'll resent you. For life."
Permission. Formal, but important. It let me tear down one more wall in her heart.
And it helps her focus.
This wasn't forced. Pure concentration on sensation would let her feel even greater pleasure.
Squelch! Squelch!
I already knew every weak spot. The moment I lightly scraped only the shallow places, lewd moans spilled out of her.
"Feels good, right?"
"I don't know."
"Even like this? Even like this?"
"Wait a second…"
The body never lies. The harder she tried to hold back her moans, the cuter her expression and voice became.
How many times have I already made you come?
Never fall for the act—the good-girl act, the pure act, the lofty act. Day and night are different creatures when it comes to women.
A fetish for being jumped by a man. A fetish for being taken by force. Just the ones I could recall offhand numbered well over five twisted sexual preferences.
Squelch! Squelch!
The water running freely was inevitable. As her legs opened, the defenses of her upper body weakened too.
Smack! Smack!
Lips that had already kissed me countless times remembered how. The truth was, she wanted it. She herself wanted to be taken. Social honor, shame, face—every petty scrap of common sense was merely standing in the way.
"You like it, don't you?"
"I-I said I don't know."
"Really?"
"I don't know things like this… Ah, ah."
She was enjoying the sight of herself being taken. That someone as proud and special as her could fall to a man.
Smack!
Forgetting even to resist, she pulled me in with both arms. Anyone watching would never have called it forced.
If I keep touching her for just thirty more seconds I can definitely send her over.
An orgasm she could never reach on her own. I could show her pleasure racing along every nerve in her body.
But that wouldn't do. She needed to realize herself not as a lofty queen, but as a vulgar sow.
Slap! Slap!
Even after reducing the friction, the wetness was so thick it dripped downward. She was right on the edge—that much was certain.
Control the tempo.
I sucked on her lips. Before long she had forgotten shame entirely, arms locked around me, lost in the kiss.
About five more rounds of that. Keeping her on the edge made her breathing climb until she was nearly choking.
She was waiting for it. Pleasure was about to burst. Her true desire was on the verge of being realized.
"Aaaand—done!"
"Wh-what?"
"If you receive this every day, you'll get better."
I snatched it away like a toy. Rachel's face, melted to the core, flooded with panic.
Just leave?
I spun on my heel. Only after taking one step did her hand reflexively seize the hem of my shirt.
"Wait…"
"What?"
"You said you'd fix my body."
"And?"
"My body still feels weird."
Her face burned red. She kept glancing at me, shy and hesitant. The expression of someone who desperately wanted more.
Absolutely not.
Not until she put her pride down. Making her say it with her own mouth was what mattered.
"You want me to touch you more?"
"That's not what I meant—if you just do a little more I feel like I'll understand something…"
"Then don't."
"D-do it!"
The moment my hand closed on the doorknob she grew frantic. She twisted her thighs together and finally grabbed my hand.
She's so ticklish she's about to go crazy.
All that careful work had paid off. But I wasn't soft enough to grant permission for that little.
I needed proof of surrender. I had intended to gift her a humiliating memory she would never forget for the rest of her life.
"Say 'please do my pussy' and I'll do it."
"Please do my pussy."
"?"
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She accepted it surprisingly readily. The unexpected ease left me momentarily blank.
Is she that desperate?
Damn it, kill me. I had expected her face to flush crimson with shame like some princess knight. She said it so easily the wind went out of my sails.
I thought she had completely surrendered to sexual pleasure, but—
"But."
"Hm?"
"What's a pussy?"
"You don't know what a pussy is? Pussy?"
"?"
She simply hadn't understood. As an upright model student, she had apparently learned Korean from textbooks.
Dictionaries don't just come out and say 'pussy.'
They would use 'genitalia' or 'private parts.' And she never had occasion to use those words in daily life. She had never even had a boyfriend to teach her.
So I taught Rachel, who didn't even know her own lewd organ.
"Before the pussy, you have to do the cock first."
"Pardon?"
"Here. Suck."
The fact that every corner of the body has a use. I would taste every single hole.
Ziiip~!
I pulled down the zipper. The son who had been waiting only for this day revealed his ferocious form.
"Y-you don't mean—"
"Hm?"
"If this is the cock, then the pussy is…"
"That's right."
She caught on at the same time. A little slow on the uptake, but her head still worked well. She also realized what she herself had just said. The face blooming scarlet proved it.
Thwack!
I gave her no time to think. A light tap to the calves dropped her to the floor.
"Mmph! Mmph!"
And I immediately fed it into her mouth. Gripping the back of Rachel's head, I pushed all the way to the root.
Very nice.
The sense of conquest. Those eyes glaring up as if refusing to lose only heightened my excitement further.
Gluck! Gluck!
She had already been used several times. Using tongue and mouth would make me finish faster. Her eyes were fierce, as if this were forced, but—
Squelch!
Her body instinctively craved it. Tasting a man while aroused, her fingers moved honestly.
"No touching your pussy."
"W-who said I touched it."
"Then don't touch."
I refused permission. She settled for clenching and unclenching her thighs, trying to soothe the desperate ache inside.
Gluck! Gluck!
An exciting sight. Being able to handle the finest woman however I pleased was a man's greatest pleasure.
I can treat her this roughly and it's fine.
Western women are wild. Their durability is excellent—you can pound them hard and they don't break.
Bulge!
I thrust until her cheeks puffed out. I filled Rachel's mouth with thick white liquid.
"Mmmpph!"
"Don't spit."
"?!"
"I'll give you what you want right away."
A reward for obedience. I pulled down the suit trousers whose buttons were already undone, white underwear and all.
Smack!
The lower lips came into view. The moment I kissed them, Rachel, flustered, pressed down on my head.
Convenient for sampling.
I felt I could taste all the way to the deepest places. I sucked up every last drop of the juices pooled deep inside without leaving any behind.
Nose — Aroma of fresh tropical fruits: melon and pineapple, with a hint of mint
Taste — Light sweetness as if cotton candy had touched the tongue, moderate body, acidity like mango pudding
Finish — The aftertaste is surprisingly long, stimulating the appetite like a spread on a freshly baked baguette
As expected, the flavor was excellent. Ever since that day she seemed to take even more care with hygiene; liquid poured out as if steeped from fresh fruit.
"Delicious."
"!!"
"Mine tastes good too, right? Savor it calmly and remember the flavor."
"Mmph! Mmph!"
She seemed to have something to say, trying to yank my hair. I ignored her and pressed my tongue in harder, grinding.
No wonder she was so desperate.
She was a faucet. Without even needing to spread her, it ran freely; what I couldn't drink spilled down her thighs.
A light nibble on her clit was like turning the handle. She shuddered and felt a proper orgasm.
Gulp!
She desperately sealed her mouth. As a result she swallowed the liquid inside. The thick scent of a man. She must have thoroughly realized she was a woman.
"Does it taste good?"
"I don't know!"
"I thought it was delicious. Felt like I drank a whole cup."
"H-hurry up and take your mouth off. It's embarrassing."
Shame, too. As expected, women only become truly delicious once you've thoroughly fucked them.
And this was her own request.
Carving a powerful memory made correction possible. The view right in front of me—her clit now flaunted a presence completely different from the first time I saw it.
"One~ two!"
"Wait!"
"Endure it."
I pressed the trauma button.
Inside the car.
Rachel in the passenger seat pressed both hands hard against her crotch.
"It still stings…"
"I told you, once you get used to it you'll be fine."
"Why do I have to get used to this!"
She snapped, voice sharp. One little flick and she acted like the world had flipped upside down.
Well, it was a shock big enough to flip the world.
One solid hit on the place that had swollen so sensitively. Pain and pleasure mixed into a strange feeling, no doubt.
"And."
"Hm?"
"What if someone had come? You might not care, but I'm a normal person, you know?"
"It's fine. Just pay them hush money."
She had every right to complain. Unlike her honest body, her mind still needed more training.
Vroom~!
She had been so embarrassed we fled to the car. The fact that she climbed in after me suggested she wasn't truly furious.
"Someday I'll definitely get revenge."
"……"
"Hmph!"
Or maybe she was. Hearing her bring up a word I had marked as taboo made me wonder if she might go crooked in this life too.
That would be troublesome.
She wasn't someone I wanted as an enemy again. It looked like I needed to settle the mental side properly as well.
"Instead of 'someday,' how about another bet?"
"What are we wagering?"
"Same as last time—the winner's word is law."
"So I get to crush your balls if I win, correct?"
"……"
She had even started using rough language. Unfortunately it seemed the grudge ran deep enough that she was saying things she never normally would.
Well, whatever.
I couldn't hand over my precious balls. And I had no intention of ever losing a bet.
"Have you ever traded Korean stocks?"
"Not yet, but… that's unfair!"
"I'm not particularly asking you to compete with me."
"Pardon?"
"I'll only be looking at whether you can make a profit or not."
"!!"
I prodded her pride.