The Scissors Press (5)

Kang Dahyun lay prone on the bed with only her hips raised high. Kneeling with her face buried in the mattress, she looked almost comical from certain angles. And a little vulgar too. It almost resembled the posture of a woman who had passed out drunk. Her arched back rose from those prominently lifted hips, the line of her spine sharply defined by the erector muscles. Her deeply curved waist formed a gentle slope of light brown skin. With her head turned to the left, she couldn't even twitch a single finger.

I knelt behind her, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠gripping her ass firmly. My cock stood rigid, swollen and ready to plunge straight into her. Yet right beside us, her friend watched TV as if nothing unusual was happening. Her name was Sujeong. Thanks to the quest's influence, she couldn't properly perceive what we were doing. To her eyes, it simply looked like Kang Dahyun was sound asleep on the bed.

"Ugh... Su... Sujeong... help me... I'm... being pressed by scissors..."

Kang Dahyun desperately called out to her friend, but her pleading voice was completely blocked by the quest's effects. Sujeong couldn't register a single word. While Dahyun struggled to beg for help, my hands roamed freely over her plump, springy ass. Smooth, firm, light-brown cheeks that swayed enticingly with every step she took. Now they filled my palms completely. I kneaded and squeezed them to my heart's content, feeling the heat build. My cock twitched forward, fully prepared.

Her pink folds were already slick with cum. The white fluid I'd pumped deep inside her earlier now trickled out, running down her thighs. Light-brown skin streaked with milky semen looked like caramel ice cream drizzled with condensed milk. I guided my cock toward her glistening entrance.

From below, Dahyun's pitiful voice continued to whisper.

"Sujeong... help... ngh!"

—Squish.

Thanks to the thick coating of lubricant and semen, my cock slid smoothly into her. Warm and soft. Despite her sharp tongue and cold expression, her body welcomed me with gentle heat. Whether from natural arousal or the previous creampie, every thrust produced a wet, squelching sound.

—Squish... squish... squish... squish...

Holding her ass like handles, I rocked my hips back and forth. My swollen cock plunged in and out of her at will. I wasn't the only one ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠moving—her hips rocked with me. Each time I pushed or pulled her ass, it helped my cock drive deeper and withdraw faster. When I shoved her forward, her waist curved dangerously inward. When I pulled her back, it straightened again.

'Wow...'

I couldn't help but admire her flexibility. Was it natural, or the result of regular exercise and stretching? Either way, it was the kind of supple grace only a twenty-year-old college girl could possess. Her waist bent and straightened repeatedly like a spring.

—Squish... squish... squish... squish...

"Hngh!... Sh... shit... ngh! Get out... hngh! Get out of me..."

Dahyun could feel my cock roughly invading and retreating from her depths. Whenever I yanked her hips back and buried myself to the hilt, her words broke off. I continued ravaging her deepest parts while admiring the view of her waist—how it bent and straightened so effortlessly, like a perfectly tuned spring optimized for sex. That elastic resilience only a twenty-year-old could have.

—Grin.

I smiled leisurely and taunted the girl beneath ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠me.

—Thrust... thrust... thrust... thrust...

"Haa... you're so wet... haah... feels good, doesn't it?"

"Hngh! N... no... ngh! You... bastard... ngh! Pull it... pull it out... hngh!"

Of course, her reply came laced with contempt. Strangely, that scornful tone only excited me more. I wanted to handle this caramel-colored body even rougher, to play with it more violently. And her words weren't entirely wrong. I was rutting into her like a dog in heat. Strength surged naturally into my hands and lower body. I gripped her ass tightly with both hands. The urge to cum was rising fast.

At that moment, her erector muscles came into view. With her face buried and hips raised, her waist formed a beautiful curve sloping down to the bed, the muscles standing out prominently. Staring at the deep groove along her spine, I pulled my cock out of her pussy. It throbbed, ready to erupt. I laid it along the cleft of her ass and rubbed it vigorously between her cheeks, preparing to finish.

—Rub... rub... rub... rub...

"Huu... I'm gonna cum... Dahyun..."

"Fuck... hngh... don't... don't cum..."

Her protests didn't matter. My cock, sliding between her plump cheeks, soon spurted thick ropes of semen.

—Spurt.

White strands splattered across her light-brown skin like spiderwebs. Several lines ran straight down the curve of her waist. To help the cum flow better, I pushed her ass forward, forcing her back into an even deeper arch. My seed slid along her spine like a slippery slide—over the plump cheeks, through the deep groove of muscle, across her smooth back, until it reached ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠her slender nape and black hair.

I looked down at the semen staining her neck and hair and spoke.

"Huu... haah... that felt good... right? Haa..."

"Sh... shit... get off... seriously..."

I smiled in satisfaction. A pleasant drowsiness washed over me. I felt like I could fall asleep the moment I lay down. Then a notification window appeared in my vision.

'Damn... it feels like a waste to just end it here...'

Though satisfied, I didn't want to waste the remaining time. My cock had gone limp after one orgasm, but its sheer size made it look like a drooping sea cucumber. 'Hmm... what should I do...'

Try inserting it one more time? No... let's try somewhere else. I made up my mind and examined Kang Dahyun closely. Her attractive light-brown skin and beautifully proportioned body stirred my curiosity. How should I violate her next? Then I remembered forcing a kiss on her earlier. Even while my tongue had explored her mouth, she hadn't been able to resist at all. In the scissors-pressed state, she apparently lacked even the minimal strength to bite or spit anything out. That memory sparked a rather useful idea.

I pushed her ass to the side and rolled her onto her back. Still under the scissors effect, Dahyun couldn't move a single finger. I adjusted her limbs one by one, positioning her exactly how I wanted. It felt like manipulating a giant silicone doll. Before long, she was in the desired pose. A note of instinctive anxiety crept into her voice.

"Haa... what... what are you doing... you bastard..."

Her position wasn't particularly complicated. She lay horizontally across the bed, back pressed against the mattress with cum still streaking down it. Her arms and legs sprawled limply. But her head hung off the edge of the bed. Gravity pulled it backward, tilting her face upward. Her long black hair cascaded down like willow branches. With only her head extended and tilted back, her lips parted slightly on their own.

Those plump, vibrant lips of Kang Dahyun. They were my target. In this position, I could drive my cock much deeper—straight into her throat—far more easily than when she had been kneeling.