Parallel World: The Maid's Deflowering

Slowly undoing my belt, I examined Ayoung's ass. The dozens of cane strikes from earlier had left thick, swollen red welts across her skin. Only the area previously covered by her panties showed fainter marks. I pulled down my pants and underwear, then stepped right behind her. My cock was already rock-hard, ready to plunge into ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠her most intimate spot at any moment.

First, I lightly brushed her pussy with my right index and middle fingers. "Hmm..." There wasn't really time for foreplay. Forcing it in dry probably wouldn't feel great either. As I considered what to do, I hiked my pants back up a little and checked my pocket. "There it is!" My fingers closed around a cylindrical object. The quest inventory—a function that let me store quest items in my pants pockets almost infinitely. I remembered putting the lubricant in there last time after using it, and sure enough, it was right there. The tube slid out easily from the thin pocket fabric.

I dropped my pants again and, without waiting, popped the cap and squeezed some lube into my left palm. I rubbed it over my stiff erection. Once it was properly coated, I looked around for a tissue to wipe my hand and spotted Ayoung's dress bunched up on her lower back. The floral-patterned dress she had been so proud of, the one she had cheerfully shown off to her boyfriend and me all day. I tucked the lube tube back into my pocket, grabbed the hem of her dress with my left hand, and wiped my fingers clean on it.

Rip. Rub. After roughly cleaning my hand on the fabric, I was fully ready. Ayoung's crying had also quieted down. I gripped her hips with both hands. Her pelvis traced a perfect line, and I held onto it as I thrust my cock into her pussy.

"Hngh!" Thanks to the lube, my shaft slid in smoothly. But soon I felt something strange at the tip. "...Ah." The foreign sensation against my glans was her hymen. It seemed the Ayoung of this parallel world was still a virgin. The moment I realized it, strength surged into my cock and hips. I drove forward without hesitation, tearing through the barrier.

Thrust. "Ahh..." I buried myself completely inside her and paused for a moment before starting to move my hips in earnest.

Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. "Hngh... ah... hngh... ngh..." Ayoung's moans reached my ears as I began thrusting. They weren't moans of pleasure.

Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. "Hngh... it hurts... ngh... young master... hngh..." They were moans of pain. Every time my hips slammed into her ass, a sharp slap echoed through the room. Her buttocks, already swollen from the cane, were now being struck by my lower body. Each impact made her flinch a beat late from the pain.

Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. "Ah... hngh... hah... hngh..." She was being spanked not by the cane anymore, but by my hips.

Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. "Hngh... hah... ah... ngh..."

Just then, the timer appeared beside me.

"What the...? When did the time get so low?" The countdown window hovered beside me. "Right when it was getting good..."

Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. "Hah... ngh... ah... ngh..." Even while feeling regret, I didn't stop moving my hips. I looked down at Ayoung as I thrust. Her slender body rocked back and forth beneath me, trembling with each impact. Her waist looked so thin it might snap.

Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. Her once plump, cute ass was now covered in angry red lines. Every time I drove into her, it jiggled violently. While watching her cheeks shake from my thrusts, I raised my hand and slapped the most heavily marked area.

Smack! "Aahng!" The sharp slap drew a much louder cry from her. As her body jerked from the pain, her pussy clenched tighter around me. Lost in the sight of her delicate frame, I poured my load deep inside her.

Spurt. "Hah..." I pulled back slightly to catch my breath. Red streaks of blood ran down her thighs—proof that her hymen had torn. Ayoung, still dazed from the pain of the cane and my body striking her, stood on tiptoe with her legs trembling. In her glass-like heels, her legs looked beautiful. One of them bore vivid red traces of blood and semen against her pale skin.

Gluck. While I admired the streaks on her slender legs, fresh semen suddenly gushed from her pussy. There was quite a lot of it. It began trickling down both of her shaking thighs.

"Hah..." I stood behind her, breathing hard as I watched. Ayoung kept her head lowered in silence. On a whim, I asked, "Normally... how many times would I cane you if you made a mistake?"

"Hic... f-five times..." she answered in a tearful voice. Five times... I had given her dozens today. "Hah..." Still, I felt no particular emotion. I simply caught my breath, resting for what came next.

Then Ayoung turned her head toward me. "Are... you feeling better now?"

"No." I had planned to rest a little longer, but her words spurred me into action. The timer kept ticking down relentlessly.

I unzipped the dress running down her slender neck to her lower back. "Ah!" She let out a surprised yelp, but I ignored it. Once the zipper was down, her bra strap came into view. Pop. I unhooked it, revealing the smooth skin of her back between the open dress and loosened straps. I pulled her upright from her bent position, then slid the dress and bra off her shoulders. She stood with her back to me, head slightly lowered. Her panties were still caught around her knees; otherwise she was completely naked.

I turned her around and pushed her down onto the desk. She lay there with her breasts fully exposed, head turned to the side. The sun hadn't set yet. Light pouring through the window highlighted her delicate body—her slender neck, modest breasts, the beautiful line from waist to hips to thighs. Everything glowed. Her thighs still bore the messy traces of semen and blood from earlier, like some kind of painting.

I lifted both her legs, yanked the panties off completely, and tossed them into a corner. Holding one leg in each hand, I pushed them up high until they formed a perfect V. Ayoung still wouldn't meet my eyes, her face turned away. Her cheeks looked a little swollen from crying, but even that was beautiful.

"Hah..." My cock had already hardened again. Without hesitation, I thrust back into her pussy.

Slide. "Hngh!" The soft, wet heat enveloped me. I began moving my hips once more.

Slap... slap... slap... slap... This time I moved slower and gentler than before. Whether it was the new position or the slower pace, I felt like I was reaching deeper. Slap... slap... slap... "Hah... hngh... ah..." She was definitely feeling it now. Unlike the rough pounding earlier, soft moans began escaping her lips.

Slap... slap... slap... "Hngh... hah... ah..." Slowly, steadily, but deeply, I drove into her. I let go of one leg with my left hand and reached for her breast. The soft, springy flesh filled my palm. Squeeze. Squeeze. Intoxicated by the texture, I soon released her other leg too and grabbed both breasts. Like a child playing with a toy, I squeezed, released, tugged, and pressed them.

Slap... slap... slap... "Hah... hngh... haa..." My hips never stopped. Her legs dangled off the edge of the desk, looking like elegant orchids. While continuing to thrust, I kept fondling her. The soft, springy, addictive feel of her breasts was mesmerizing. Ayoung kept her eyes half-closed, moaning steadily as if she no longer cared what I did to her.

Amid my groping, I noticed ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠her nipples had hardened into stiff peaks. Her body was clearly responding—her soaked pussy, her moans, and those erect nipples all confirmed it. Even if her mind wasn't willing, her body was enjoying this.

Grin. I couldn't suppress a strange smile. Slap... slap... slap... "Hngh... hah... haa..." I kept thrusting while my hands never stopped playing with her breasts. Her stiff nipples brushed against my palms. I pinched both between my thumbs and forefingers, rubbing them gently.

Slap... slap... slap... "Hngh... hah... haa..." She didn't seem to notice the change, still moaning as before. Then, watching her, I suddenly pinched her nipples hard, twisting and pulling them.

"Aah! Y-young master! It hurts! Hngh! No... don't!" A sharp cry of pain escaped her, but I had no intention of stopping. Slap... slap... slap...Twitch. "Hngh! Ngh! It... it hurts... hah... hngh!" She kept protesting, and every time she did, her pussy clenched and released around me. The tighter the squeeze, the harder I thrust, and the stronger my fingers twisted her nipples.

"Aahng! Ngh! Hngh!" While I pinched, pulled, and twisted her cute nipples, my body raced toward climax. Slap... slap... slap... "Aahng! Ah! Hngh!" Spurt. Moments later, I flooded her pussy with another thick load.

"Hah... hah... hah..." "Hngh... hah..." While I caught my breath with my cock still buried inside her, Ayoung lay pinned beneath me, breathing heavily as well.

"Time's getting tight..." I slowly pulled out. Gluck. More semen spilled from her pussy, thick strands sliding down her skin. "Hah..." While I caught my breath, Ayoung sat up on the desk and then slid off it.

"Um... are you feeling okay now?" she asked with a worried expression. Since I'd already done everything I wanted, I had no complaints. "Yeah. I'm good now." "...May I leave?" "Go ahead."

She still needed my permission just to leave the room. Once granted, she began gathering her scattered panties, bra, and dress from the corner. The sight was quite beautiful—her slender figure, the elegant line from thighs to narrow waist, was undeniably sexy.

"One more time...?" But the remaining time was too awkward. Probably not. I watched blankly as she dressed and headed for the door.

"I... I'll be going now, young master." Fully clothed, she bowed deeply at the waist ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠before leaving. Beneath the gently swaying hem of her dress, her pale thighs were visible. Unlike before, however, red streaks of blood and semen ran down between them. She probably should have wiped herself, but she clearly just wanted to escape this room as fast as possible.

Creak. Thud. Soon the door closed behind her. "Hoo... that was exhausting."

The quest time limit ended right after. Flash. Just like when I had entered the parallel world, a bright light filled my vision. When I opened my eyes again, I was lying on my dorm bed in my usual clothes. A familiar voice came from beside me.

"Hyung, you're awake?" "Huh? What?" "You came back from your part-time job and passed out right away." "...I did?" The clock showed that my shift had already ended. Quite a bit of time had passed while I was in the parallel world. "You must've been really tired today." "...Yeah." My hips and arms ached from all the thrusting and caning earlier.

Just then—

"Hmm... what's this?" I hovered my hand over the second and third options to check their details.

"Is that the kindergarten where the early childhood education students do their practicum?" I didn't actually have enough points for the other options anyway. I had only checked out of curiosity. Without hesitation, I selected the first reward.

Thud. With a simple notification sound, a plastic box the size of a hand dropped beside me. I picked it up and slipped it into my pocket. Thanks to the quest inventory effect, the random box vanished smoothly into my pants.

"Alright. Time to sleep." I flopped back down, burying myself in the soft pillow and blanket. The image of Ayoung's plump, pale ass floated into my mind. The sensation of caning it still lingered vividly on my palm.