Chapter 9
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 9
Chapter Title: Creampie Marathon
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As my pubic bone pressed flush against the thick outer labia—that plump, lumpy entrance to her pussy delivering such a full, voluptuous insertion sensation—I nearly came again from how goddamn good it felt.
Fuck, I'm not some premature ejaculator...
This insane creampie bitch...
Her pussy was like an S-rank wonder that could get even a guy with erectile dysfunction and zero libido rock-hard again.
A creampie bitch pussy that turned one load into four...
If you graded Kim Hye-jeong's pussy like meat,
it'd be the top tier, plastered with plus and premium labels.
'Still, for round two, I should at least thrust a bit before blowing...'
I started moving my hips, launching into a back-and-forth piston motion.
Her pussy was such prime real estate that I felt like cumming even if I just sat still,
but cumming was cumming, and enjoying it was enjoying it.
"Hoo... fuck... this is fucking amazing... Hoo, Hye-jeong... I love you. Shit... love's just surging up outta nowhere."
"......, snff... snff..."
Kim Hye-jeong was sobbing, tears streaming down her face.
Seemed like her mental defenses cracked after I yelled about knocking her up with a creampie.
Maybe she figured since it was her ovulation window, the odds of getting pregnant were sky-high?
I'll make you pregnant with my baby. Look forward to it.
"Hey. Hye-jeong. Your husband's not coming back from America anyway. Just enjoy yourself."
"......?"
"Said he'd be back on the 13th, right? Yeah... he's never making it...? Even if he does, it's gonna be a problem."
I swallowed the line about him returning as a zombie.
No point saying it now; I'd just look like a psycho.
...Huh, but I'm a rapist anyway, so does it matter if she thinks I'm nuts...?
"......?"
Kim Hye-jeong stared at me like she had no clue what I was rambling about.
"Hey. I'm treating you big time. I ordered a shit ton of bottled water and preserved food to my place?
It's all yours. I'll hook you up. Anyway, in 24 hours—no, less than 12 now?—
you're gonna thank me like crazy. Don't let anyone else snag it..."
"......??"
"Just hunker down with that food and water for now. And... when the apocalypse hits..., with your face and body...,
serious advice: just spread your legs for the strongest guy around and latch onto him.
Otherwise, you're meat toilet material? You know, sex slave. Like a public restroom-level sex slave?
...Assuming you survive that long, of course...
Ah... but if I clear this trial and leave, does the whole world get wiped? What happens exactly?"
"......???"
Kim Hye-jeong's face screamed, What the fuck is this lunatic babbling about?
And sure enough, deciding I was batshit crazy, she just ignored me completely.
'...Damn, for real though. My words are gonna hit like bone, flesh, and blood...
Honestly, getting fucked by me and scoring months or years of water and food in a zombie apocalypse? Jackpot...'
Once the zombie apocalypse kicked off for real,
the value of the water and rations I'd ordered out of boredom today would skyrocket.
If I offered it all up in exchange for some pussy,
every woman would spread wide and beg for my cock.
Hell, maybe even the dudes with dicks would offer their asses.
'Fuck. Thinking about guys killed the mood. Whatever, back to Hye-jeong's pussy.'
I shoved stray thoughts aside and refocused on her pussy.
Kim Hye-jeong's slit, leaking my white cum, had this insanely erotic vibe.
Prime pussy lived up to the name; even minimal thrusting filled my balls to bursting.
I dumped another load inside her.
Different from the first time: I slammed balls-deep this round, blasting right into her depths.
- Splurt splurt spluuurt spluuurt -
"Hoo... getting hard again already... Feels like I could go forever."
From round three on, I paused mid-fuck to chug drinks, milk, or water from her fridge.
Once shelled out big for a hooker for 48 hours straight,
and remembered hydration was key for marathon sessions.
So I kept topped up on fluids,
and kept flooding Kim Hye-jeong's pussy with my cum.
She thrashed and fought every time I went to creampie,
but as I kept pumping pure white seed deep inside, she looked more and more hopeless.
And that shifting expression was hot as hell.
Was she convinced it was 100% pregnancy at this point?
Even I thought that much cum during ovulation sealed the deal.
Time slipped by, and soon it was 9 PM.
Three and a half hours since I started force-fucking Kim Hye-jeong.
"...Heup! Heuk, snff. Uhng..."
Faint moans started slipping from Kim Hye-jeong.
Not like she was enjoying it, though—
more like pained grunts from the relentless friction and pounding.
Having fucked pros before,
I knew real pleasure moans sounded different.
- Ring ring ring~ ring ring~ ring ring ring~ -
Some melody chimed out.
Tracked it to an unfamiliar smartphone model.
"Mmph! Mmmph mmph!"
Kim Hye-jeong suddenly convulsed, struggling wildly.
Like she was screaming for help...?
The screen read 'My Darling Husband♡'.
"Oh. Hubby's ringtone, huh?
...That's why our little Hye-jeong's thrashing so hard.
Heh heh, should I pick up? Let him hear you getting fucked.
Video call too? Show him me railing you.
Kuh ku, and Hye-jeong's premium pussy stuffed full of my cum."
"......! Mmng...! Mmmph...!"
Kim Hye-jeong shook her head frantically: No!
I teased her a few times about answering,
and her eyes welled up, tears pouring as she broke down sobbing again.
After a dozen seconds,
she nodded vigorously at me.
Her face screamed resolve.
"Hey. Hye-jeong. Your face gives it all away.
Even if he finds out you're getting raped, you wanna tell him so he rescues you, right?
Tsk tsk, at least hide it or act better...
You think I'll answer like that?"
"......"
"I'll text your hubby that you're fine,
just feeling off today, tired, gonna crash hard.
Hey, what's the passcode? Fingerprint? Press your finger here."
"Mmng! Mmmph!"
She resisted, but forcing her bound hand's finger onto the sensor was easy.
I fiddled with her phone, shot off a vague text to her husband..., then curiosity hit and I checked the gallery.
Hoping for nudes.
Scrolled through: mostly shopping hauls, food pics, flowers, cute stuff, trips with hubby.
Too many to bother, almost quit, but kept digging and struck gold.
Sexy photos and vids.
"Ooh... with the hubby? Hey. Hye-jeong. Who suggested these? Huh?"
"......"
Dates matched their dating days.
A few shots of Kim Hye-jeong covering her face with her hands, pussy and tits fully exposed...,
and two short clips of just lower bodies, cock plunging in and out of pussy...
Amateur as hell: framing and focus all over the place.
"Hubby's dick is exactly my size... Perfect average Korean guy.
Wasted on this premium pussy. ...Hm, but his looks kinda floppy?
Your man's got ED or what? Stiffness and rigidity? I win hands down."
"......"
Remembered some Tower trial vets online bragging about size upgrades.
Might as well aim for monster cock while I'm here...,
pound every pussy into submission.
"Be honest. Mine's better than hubby's, right?"
"Mmph! Mmmph mmph!"
Her muffled protests seemed to say Shut your bullshit.
Felt insulting, so I punched her gut a few times.
"Keurk!! Guhk!! Kek!"
"Don't fuck around. Or you get more."
"....... ...Snff, hng... Heup.... Snff..."
"Ooh... crying all pathetic like that just makes me harder... Hoo... cock's pissed off again... Time to fuck."
I was about to thrust back in when hubby's reply pinged.
Sweet nothings: rest up, sleep well, lover boy stuff.
I skimmed her usual texts,
mimicked her style—thanks, love you—with her go-to emojis, and sent it off.