Wonderful Days (4)
She hated seeing the people around her get hurt. If her heart just stopped like this, everyone would grieve. As her condition worsened day by day, they all pretended to be fine, forcing smiles, but whenever she struggled, her friends hid their dark emotions behind those fake grins. So she ran away. She cut off all contact, vanished without a trace, and tossed her phone. If death was inevitable anyway, she didn't want anyone else to suffer. And she told herself that was enough. This loneliness and pain—she could bear it alone. No need to drag others into her torment. That was why she'd fled from everything.
Arriving on that beautiful island, feeding the seagulls, spending time alone at the lighthouse—it was lonely, really. She whispered to herself that it was fine, that this was the right choice, but her heart wouldn't listen. Then she met Yuchan. His eyes, indifferent to others, and his heart that empathized with nothing—it irked her, yet drew her in. This man wouldn't bat an eye if she died, she thought. And even in that sadness, she lingered by his side. Even if his feelings weren't the same, just sensing another's warmth was enough.
"Haaang... grr... so, so good..."
Yuchan's firm body slammed against her ass. The monstrous cock jutting up between his legs had impossibly buried itself entirely inside her. Each thrust stabbing her depths and pulling out sent dizzying pleasure spiking through her skull. An overwhelming ecstasy that shoved her loneliness and pain to the back burner surged through her body. He was astonishingly attuned to a woman's form, as if he knew every spot, every motion that made her melt.
Even when he'd forcibly taken her virginity in that bathroom, she'd shattered in spine-tingling bliss. "Cumming... cumming again... haaahh..." Her body, taking him from behind, quivered. In that instant, her whole body turned to pure sensation. The dangerously vivid pleasure accelerated from her womb, spreading everywhere. Her limbs flailed wildly, her pussy clenched and rippled around his cock. Lewd cries she'd never make alone echoed through the tiny camper.
"Haaaggh... haa... stop... uncle... just a sec... ❤"
Her hypersensitive pussy felt pleasure five times easier than usual. Even at this pace, she screamed in agony, begging for a brief respite. "Hold on a bit longer. It'll feel even better, I promise."
His merciless voice drifted from afar, matched by unrelenting hips. At first, he'd given her a moment after each climax. But his actions grew rougher with each passing day.
"Haaahh..." She gripped the bedsheets, resisting the pleasure as best she could. His cock scraped her raw folds, forcing unprecedented rapture just as he'd boasted.
"Again... cumming again... ha... haaang...!!!" The second orgasm hit spectacularly. Not even thirty seconds since the first, yet this wave of euphoria churned hotter in her belly. No controlling her thrashing limbs now. Her body convulsed like it was electrocuted, beyond limits.
"Stay still."
"Ghh... but... pussy just... just came..."
"What does that have to do with me? You begged for it rough from behind."
"Too... sensitive... haang... I said... it's too much... let go... let me go... heeek...!"
Pinioned by his iron grip, she danced through climax after climax. He crushed her wild struggles with far greater strength. What started as knees-down doggy had collapsed into frog-mating sprawl—diamond-shaped on her belly, legs splayed. He pinned her open thighs, pistoning up and down. Pleasure chained endlessly. Her willed-tight entrance made his already huge cock feel enormous.
"Heeekkk... ❤"
Ecstasy near fainting. She'd actually passed out from it in recent days. He showed no pity or mercy, ravaging her without regard, as if determined to drown her in unparalleled bliss. Could she break like this? Would she shatter? Such anxieties once plagued her, but now she savored the plummeting rollercoaster thrill.
-Splurt! Splurt!
"Hoo..."
"Uh... ngh... cum... filling me up..."
Perfectly timed to her fifth peak, hot semen flooded her womb. His rock-hard abs and chest pressed against her smooth back—he'd collapsed atop her mid-creampie. Her sweaty skin slicked everything; pressed tight, his pulsing heartbeat throbbed intimately.
"Haa... ❤"
As his cock, still spurting thick ropes inside her, twitched, she writhed in fingertip-numbing rapture. He always creampied so ruthlessly, and she loved it. That's why she sought him daily. Such total fusion—no one else could offer. It planted the illusion of togetherness in her chronic loneliness. Even mere physical exchange, devoid of heart, brought strange comfort.
"Haa... haa... you dumped so much inside again. Felt good?"
"Feels great. You're getting more sensitive by the day, though."
Limp with exhaustion, she craned her heavy head to meet his gaze. Sticking out her tongue, she drew him in for a kiss. Faint tobacco lingered on their tangled tongues. She'd asked him to quit smoking. Even that small plea ignored. Wasn't he too much? He never pitied rashly, never mirrored others' clumsy sympathy. Once indifferent, it now pricked her heart sharply. Ridiculous. It was exactly what she'd craved most.
She wished he wouldn't grieve when she could no longer stay by his side—yet pictured him weeping for her. The deep kiss ended; he pulled away. Too soon, disappointingly. Still, her womb throbbed with her quickened pulse.
"Haauk..."
Yuchan rose, letting their bodies part. His cock popped free from her stuffed pussy. Brief loss, then sticky fluid trickling out. Absurd as it sounded, even that felt lonely—like parting from him. Five orgasms and a creampie left her folds twitching pleasurably at the withdrawal. She reached back, fingering the leaking semen. Slicker and fishier than expected. And it never washed off fully—such a hassle.
"Heek... flowing like I'm on my period... thicker today too..."
"Just your imagination."
He patted her ass approvingly, then wiped her cum-smeared hips and back with a warm wet cloth. The warmth soothed at first, but as it dried, AC chills raised goosebumps.
"Ow! Hurts. But we're done for today, right?"
"As if. Food first. I'll whip something up."
"Sex after eating hurts my stomach. Can't we just do it now?"
Freshly cleaned, she rolled whining on the bed. She wasn't wrong—his pounding felt like her guts would burst; empty stomach was best.
"No. I'm hungry. Wait and eat after, or whatever."
"No fair! Starve together if we starve! Where's your manly honor?"
"Never said I had any."
Post-sex, his eyes cooled. Always chilly, but icier now. Did all men turn like this after cumming? She craved more kisses, pillow talk, cuddles. But once sated, he acted done, leaving first. Asking was selfish luxury. She felt a pout form.
He turned to prep, opening the window to check the rain—for ventilation, probably. Heavy downpours leaked inside sometimes. Time to reclaim attention. She bolted up.
"Uncle!"
"What."
Ignoring her, he unpacked cookware. His food was divine, but she wanted him more.
"Look here."
How'd she stoop to such shamelessness? Anyone seeing would stop her heart. Finger barely shielding her slit, she bridged her hips skyward.
"Don't... wanna see more down here...?"
She wiggled teasingly. "Just move the finger and it's all yours... ❤"
Her face burned. She'd learned pervy tricks from him. Lesser lures got snorted off; shame was the price.
"Seen plenty already."
He froze briefly, then shrugged, setting pan on induction.
Pre-cock knowledge, she'd fangirl "buff naked chef guy lol." Now, his side profile alone itched her core. Endured humiliation for this? Give up, eat? No—her feminine wiles on trial.
"Uncle! Look again!"
Bolder now: oblique recline, gymnast leg hoist. Thigh gap yawned, exposing all.
"Well? Super flexible, right? Stirring any thoughts~?"
Pocketed cum glopped from her lips.
"Ack...!"
Sudden mortification. She clamped shut, scrubbing frantically with his towel. His smirk doubled the shame. Wanted to show only pretty, sexy—not this awkward mess.
Unexpectedly, he tossed the pan, strode to bed.
"Spread your legs."
Casual objectification; he yanked her ankle wide. Fine by her. Togetherness trumped rough handling. His unflagging cock plunged back into her semen-slick depths.
"Haauk... welcome back, uncle... told you, before eating! Knew it'd end like this!"
"You tempted first?"
"Yup~ You're the quick-falling perv... haang... hup... ❤"
That day taught her the cost of rashly provoking him: three more loads, throat hoarse, passed out before dinner.