A Room You Can't Leave Without Having Sex (2)

Ignoring her breathless plea to hurry up, I kept kneading her breasts.

I licked and bit her nipples over and over — a dozen times, dozens of times.

"Haaah… haahn…."

The woman who had begged me again and again to get on with it soon dissolved into nothing but moans. Her stiffly outstretched knees began rubbing against each other, and her clenched toes curled and uncurled in a helpless rhythm.

"Hnngh…. staaap…."

"Mmh. Chup. Haa. Should I stop?"

By the time my own mouth was aching from the effort, I was fairly winded myself.

But the real game hadn't even started yet.

After all, I hadn't laid a single finger between her legs.

And of course, the same went for mine.

"Hup."

When I lifted my body, she flinched and stared up at me. Her pupils were trembling like an earthquake was rolling through them.

"Don't be so nervous. Everyone does this."

"Th-that's true…."

She was gripping her own thumb hard enough to snap it, and the moment I shifted downward, her thighs clamped shut.

"…Do you want to stay in this room with me forever?"

"N-nooo…."

"Relax. I won't make it too hard on you."

She gave a small nod, then hid her face behind both hands. And the legs that had been pressed together began, slowly, to part.

"You're pretty down here too."

"D-don't say things like that…."

"But it's the truth."

It really was. Gazing down at that untouched, innocent pussy, I felt my chest swell with something like giddiness. Looking at the plump flesh, a pale pink that had never known a man's ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠touch, my hand moved on its own.

"Hn…."

When I slid a finger up along her slit, her hips jerked. Clear nectar was already welling up against my fingertip.

"You're getting wet already."

"I-I don't know anything about that…."

Wonha's embarrassed reactions were so entertaining that I kept narrating every detail of her state back to her. The faint squelching sounds, the way her hips twitched, the constant tightening and loosening of her thighs — I told her about all of it.

Each time she'd whine at me to stop talking, which only turned me on more.

I didn't push a finger inside her entrance yet. Her pussy was drooling slick juices, so I coated my fingers in them and slowly wet the folds around her lips. Then I pried in search of the hidden clit and rubbed it in small circles.

"Hnngh…!"

Her back arched off the bed. A snort of laughter almost escaped me, but I didn't want to break the mood, so I held it in with everything I had.

"Don't be startled."

"Hnnuu…"

I don't know whether she heard me or not, but I gently pressed my slick index finger against her entrance and slid it in.

"Haa…!"

She stared down at me with eyes gone wide as saucers, but I gave her a faint smile and kept working my finger in.

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"Hooa…!"

Next, I pressed my fingertip firmly against the ridged spot on her inner wall. Withdrew slowly, pressed again —

Squelch—.

"Haanh…."

Wonha was making the lewdest noises, up and down, without restraint.

I took my time — a long, long time — to fully unwind the pussy of a woman who'd told me she was a virgin. By now she seemed accustomed to the sensation, doing nothing but writhing and breathing in ragged gusts. After a few minutes, then a few dozen, she lay sprawled out, completely melted.

"Haa—. Haa—. Haahn—."

Listening to her faintly quivering voice, I judged she was ready now.

I could have just slammed into her and gotten away with it, but this was a Conquest Battle — she was about to become mine. Spending a little extra time for the sake of a smooth life together with her was no hardship at all.

The only one suffering was my cock.

I slid my glans, dribbling precum onto her thigh like it was overflowing, upward along her skin, and rocked my shaft forward a couple of times. I wanted nothing more than to bury myself right this second, but that could wait until we got out of here.

Somehow I doubted I'd be able to think straight with my cock in her mouth, so —

"I'm putting it in."

"Ah, is, is it starting now…?"

"Yes. Haha… you are the first, after all."

"Right… haah. I-I guess everyone takes this long their first time… hnn."

Even without me touching her, her body shivered faintly. Now and then a short little moan escaped her.

Still kneeling, I crawled one step closer to her. Wonha's face — smeared with saliva and her own juices — looked like it would have no trouble accepting a cock.

Shlip—.

When I dragged the tip of my glans up along her folds, nectar beaded over it.

"You're soaked."

"D-don't say that."

"But it's the truth."

"Hnngh…!"

I'd only touched her entrance with the tip, and her shoulders hunched all the way up.

"You'd better relax."

"Ye-yes…."

Then a thought occurred to me.

"You do remember this is a Conquest Battle, right?"

"…Ah. R-right, it is…."

"And you know what happens if you lose…?"

"R-roughly…."

"Good. Then —"

Chlk—.

"Hyaaahhn!"

She reacted like this from nothing more than the crown of my head pushing in.

"Aaahhhh…!!"

It didn't sound like pain. Her upper body surged up, abs pulled taut, as if she were trying to see the cock entering her own body.

I simply left her to it. Her pussy gripped me so tightly I had to remind myself, again, that this was a Conquest Battle.

Pushing aside walls that contracted hard yet wrapped around me warm as a fever, I explored deeper and deeper inside Wonha.

"Haah…!"

That was when I was most of the way in. She seized the bedsheets and wrenched her hips upward. Bodies just know, I suppose. With her legs falling open even wider, I sheathed myself to the root in one motion.

"Aaahn—. Aaahhn—."

The moans spilling from her thrown-back head were surprisingly rough. Swallowed to the hilt, my cock felt wrung and squeezed even without moving.

When I pulled out, dragging against that clutching heat, a faint trace of pink came away on my shaft.

Maiden's blood — the first I'd ever seen.

I expected worry to bloom first, but —

"Haahk! Haa!!"

Confirming it, I began to move my hips.

Nothing I'd ever witnessed had excited me this much. White breasts and thighs trembling with every hard collision. She clamped a hand over her mouth to smother her cries, but the thin, high voice leaking through her fingers only seemed to set my body further alight.

I bent forward and braced my hands on the bed. And staring into her eyes as she tried to look away from me, I drove my hips into her.

Thud. Thud. Smack. Thud.

The sound of flesh slapping flesh filled the room, and when she finally rested a trembling hand on the arm braced beside her, she at last lifted her eyes to meet mine.

Those slightly drooping eyes. The ice-blue irises within them were enough to make me think of a butterfly trapped in frozen glass — a beauty I could never have seen otherwise.

"Hnngh. Haahk. Haanh."

Even with her lower lip caught between her teeth, the moans leaking through the seam of her lips drilled straight into my ears. The sensation of our thighs smacking together grew stickier, and each time it did, the wet sounds seemed to turn almost musical.

I kept pounding into her. When sweat dripped from my chin onto her body, neither of us cared. I waited out a few of her violent convulsions, then immediately started moving again — again and again. She slapped weakly at my arm, soon gave up, and gushed her climax around me several more times over. Her sweat-damp hair clung to her shoulders, her neck, her face, and I never once thought about brushing it away.

Nothing but moans came out of her mouth.

Would cumming count as defeat? At this rate, it was dangerous.

"Nngh…!"

The electric surge of ejaculation welling from the base of my spine coursed up along it and pooled, screaming, behind my hips. On the wrecked bedsheets, she looked like she'd forgotten all about surrender.

"Wonha-ssi…!"

It wasn't some petty pride. I did think I might actually lose — but the urge to keep moving my hips filled my head ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠far more powerfully than any fear of it.

Her inside was, unlike her frosty exterior, warm. It even felt like she was pulling me in, refusing to let me go. Whenever that strange sensation brushed the tip of my glans, she'd clamp down with the force of trying to snap me off.

That feeling was definitely making me stupid.

"I'm about to…!"

She looked up at me through unfocused eyes, giving no reaction to my words. She certainly didn't look composed — of course not, she'd climaxed countless times.

And yet why was I the one about to finish first…!

"I'm cumming!!"

Thrust!

In the end, I poured my seed deep into her core. The semen that surged up from the base of my shaft, pulsing in thick ropes, I buried in the deepest part of her. She seemed to climax in time with me, her whole body shaking far harder than it had all night.

Even then, I didn't stop my hips.

If I was defeated here, when would I ever get to fuck a beauty like this again? I would become an incubus conquered by her, and she would never call for me.

All she wanted was that notification window.

The end of rough, furious sex was rougher than anything before it. I snatched up both her wrists, yanked them hard toward me, and hammered into her — and came again. When I finally released her wrists at the peak that had swollen to the very end of me, the moans of the woman who'd been convulsing so violently came out strangely muted.

"Hnnnngh."

The woman who'd been writhing and squirting so hard began, desperately, to catch her breath.

"Haaahk. Hnnk. Haaahk."

"Haa… haa…."

Panting just as hard, I collapsed on top of Wonha's chest. Every rise and fall of her breasts as she breathed came through to me with perfect clarity.

"Hnn…. hnk…."

"Haa…. hoo…."

Neither of us spoke. After a little while, I quietly turned my eyes to the hologram.

No particular response.

And then —

"Hehehe…."

Wonha, sprawled out like a drowned strand of seaweed, opened her mouth.

"Victory goes to me, for enduring to the very end…."

"Haha…."

"I-it was more bearable than I th-thought it'd be."

"You keep cutting your sentences in half…."

"Tch…. Anyway! Since I won, get off me now."

Shluuurp—.

"Haanh…!"

The moment I pulled out of her, the lewdest sound on Earth shattered the silence.

The load I'd expected to come flooding out only traced a very faint line down the crease of her ass. That said, everything around it was an absolute mess of white.

Wonha didn't seem to have the strength left to sit up, so she lay quietly, staring at the hologram floating in the air. I was waiting as well, ready to accept the results —

""Huh?""

A reaction completely different from what either of us had expected.

"Wh-why isn't it ending…?"

"Huh…?"

I whipped my head around toward Wonha. The pupils of the woman lying in bed staring at the hologram had blown wide, like a cat prowling deep in the night.

"Th-that's impossible…!"

Wonha clamped her mouth shut. Squeezing her eyes tight, she hauled herself upright with a groan.

"Hoo… fine…! ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Come here, Hoon-ie-ssi…!"

She was declaring a second round. The exhaustion draining every inch of her body was plain to see.

She braced her trembling hands against the mattress and sat up, and I slid my hands snugly behind both her knees and said:

"Sure."

"Kyaa! What are you doing…!"

I scooped her up into my arms. Startled, she threw her arms around my neck.

"Wh-what are you doing!"

"Doing it in one position would wear us both out. No objections, right? You have to be the active one, after all."

"H-hmph… w-well, that's true. Fine, so put me down. I'll take the active role, like I said."

Holding her against my chest, I answered.

"I have to be active too, you see."

Her face flared scarlet, and she replied:

"W-we can't do it like this, while you're holding me up…!"

"No?"

"…Pardon?"

"This was my fantasy, you see?"

Like slipping a ring onto a stiff, flushed cock, I lowered her down and fitted her onto me.

"Haaaaahn!!"