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Considering the pain if flesh touched the tattooed area right away, he drove Nayae into doggy style to make efficient use of his superior cock's size. This way, their thighs wouldn't rub together. With a weight difference of nearly 40kg and Yuchan diligently maintaining his body, every time he pressed the bed firmly with his knees and slammed his dick deep with his trained waist muscles, Nayae bucked her fragile waist and convulsed wildly.
“Huuk... Hak... Huuk... Teaaacher...❤”
Nayae's slightly shallow pussy quivered with shock—like her womb was crumpling—every time it swallowed his full length. The sensation transmitted straight to Yuchan, letting him ravage the chewy entrance to her womb without mercy.
“It's... breaking... Ahng... Mommy... Mommy...”
The overwhelming pleasure coiled around her body like an anaconda. Each climax brought ecstasy so intense it made breathing impossible, devouring her mind completely.
“Again... I'm cumming again... Teacher... Nayae's gonna cum again...!!”
Her hips, desperately calling for her mother, spasmed—and she shattered into another orgasm.
“Haaaahng...❤”
The walls of her pussy clenched like blooming flower buds, desperate to milk out his cum. The ultra-thin condom felt like it might peel right off under the pressure. There was real reward in savoring her for so long. Truly top-shelf goods.
“Hoo...”
Yuchan exhaled. He'd kept up his machine-like piston motion for nearly an hour. For a man who endured brutal pain to build his muscles, this workout—with its instant sexual payoff—was a piece of cake.
Nayae was steadily burning through her stamina in bliss she'd never known in her life. Her upper body flailed as if forced upright, sweat pouring from her every pore until she finally collapsed onto the bed sheets. I'll have to send these out for cleaning tomorrow, he thought.
He sensed her pussy's grip slacken dramatically—had she passed out? That took the fun out of it. Sex between man and woman was only worthwhile when both were conscious.
“Nayae.”
“.....”
She lay there limp as death, tongue lolling out, her breaths coming in faint, ragged whistles. Yuchan sighed.
This was their first fuck since he'd molded her to his desires—and he'd denied her pussy any attention for days to build up to this. If she passed out like this, what was the point of his delaying his own release to savor it?
He left Nayae ass-up and unconscious, pulling his cock out halfway. Strands of her juices trailed after the condom-sheathed shaft. Her lower belly no longer hid the obscene tattoo—it gleamed freshly inked.
Even better the second look. Perfect workmanship.
“Can't end it like this.”
Time for a wake-up shot. Yuchan gripped her waist firmly. Her supple, resilient midsection had a grip-worthy allure he could hold forever. He took a deep breath and rammed his cock all the way in.
The thrust had enough power to churn her guts to mush.
“Urgh... Grghuk...!!!”
Nayae wailed pitifully, forcibly snapped awake. Her blocked breath burst out in a pathetic gasp.
“Tea... Teacher... Ahng...❤”
He pounded her waist without mercy, and she cried out like a falling bird—pitiful and frail. He felt her pussy tighten back to its duty, no longer loose.
“Nayae, passing out like that? Teacher's only half satisfied.”
Her eyes snapped open at the cock-injection, and she grasped the situation from his voice. Passing out from sex? Unthinkable in her rational mind. And he wasn't even half done? She was already at her limit—physically, mentally. No more pleasure could be endured.
“Ha... I... I passed out...?”
“Your hole went slack. Ruined the fun.”
“Ha-ut... Sorry...❤”
Her body, forced to a halt, reignited in an instant to match his rhythm. Zero to climax in seconds.
“Wait... Hold on...! I'm too sensitive right now... Kyaaak..!!”
“Heh, nice handle here.”
Yuchan seized her hair as she weakly protested. Perfectly bound in twin tails, it made an ideal rein. Her limp body arched backward in a smooth curve. She'd been curling up to soften the impacts—but now it was a death sentence.
A woman's channel shifted shape with position, of course. And with her upper body yanked back by the reins, it opened a straight path to her baby room.
Each belly-slap rocked her lower abdomen with the same shock. But instead of pain came lightning—blinding pleasure flashing through her skull. Her womb entrance, twitching from a dozen orgasms, met his rigid cock-tip like a dragon's horn in battering-ram assault.
Drool spilled from her gaping mouth. Her upturned eyes saw not gothic wallpaper, but stairs ascending to heaven.
Her suddenly airborne breasts jiggled heavily in the diagonal full-length mirror—swaying with un-student-like heft.
“Pass out again, and I'll strip you naked, kick you out, and won't let you back until you've filled a whole box of condoms with cum.”
“Ahng... Then... then...”
Of course, he had no intention. He knew his acts were strict crimes. If he did it, it'd be somewhere more secure. Still, her pussy clamped down hard at the words.
Now that sexual bliss held no shame for her, Nayae's natural masochist body reacted honestly to the humiliation.
“Maybe the academy kids. Call you to the study room, play today's video, jerk off to it—fill a box in no time.”
“No no...❤”
Deliberately invoking the academy—full of real connections to her life—left her frantic. Anyone else, maybe not. But Teacher? He'd do it. What if he did? Men who knew her face and name gathered, watching her slutty, depraved video. All those shameful words and poses she'd uttered, exposed...
“Hic...”
Barbaric visions bloomed in her mind. Surrounded by boys who knew her face but not her name, jerking them off like a whore. How would they sneer? Mock the model student who never mingled, now collecting cum in condoms? Scornful glares...
Oddly, just imagining it set her body ablaze. Her body, long feigning purity, now confessed: This is your true self.
“Teacher... Torment Nayae more... Getting ruined by you feels so good...❤”
Hearing that, Yuchan yanked her hair deeper. He'd planned it anyway—her pussy had clenched wondrously after the threat.
Releasing a hole this vicious on students? Unthinkable.
“Getting horny at the thought of whoring you out?”
“Yess... Yes... Imagining Teacher ordering me used freely... Hic! My insides are stabbing...”
“Kim Hyunwoo knew you were like this, huh? Birds of a feather.”
“Oppa sex... wasn't like this... Not even close... That wasn't sex... Ahng...❤”
Even in heat, she slandered the dead without hesitation. Her flushed face twisted, desperate to feel more cock.
“Thought you were just a model student on the outside—turns out your cunt's top of the class too. This sticky grip is rare.”
As he said, her petals clung tenaciously to his thrusts. Viscosity and stickiness beyond human.
“Th... Thank you for the praise~”
“You'd slobber over any dick with a knot on it—even a dog's.”
He yanked her hair, spewing words to inflame her. In this state, she'd shake her hips even if he kidnapped her dad and ordered it.
“Y... Yeah... Nayae loves any cock... even doggy dick...❤”
“When you're useless, I'll breed you with a stud. You're prime bitch material—bound to produce champions.”
Talk that'd fell a science major was perfect fuel for her now. Bestiality? She'd tried once but quit fast—didn't like becoming hole-siblings with a dog. That slave ended up released after Yuchan wrecked her ass raw.
“Dog... with a dog...”
Her vivid imagination and orgasm-fogged brain conjured her mating with one like a broken toy. Even a beast couldn't match Teacher's throbbing, savage thrusts.
Her body began twitching in minor spasms to his rhythm. Dozens of eye-rolling climaxes. Now a massive wave built—the finale.
“Ah... Tea... Teacher... This... dangerous...❤”
Choking like her throat was gripped, her body trembled slowly. Like a wrestler tapping in panic, she shrieked.
“Stop... Please stop... I beg you... Not this...!!!”
He yanked her hair tighter—strands snapped in his grip. Even out of her mind, she sensed this orgasm dwarfed all before.
Instinct screamed crisis. She pleaded earnestly.
“Tea...cher... I'll do anything else... If I cum like this... I'll die... Ahng... For real... I'll really die...”
It sounded like hysterics, but Yuchan knew her type: the more they stacked, the fiercer the waves. An hour of diligent pounding brought electric-shock orgasm dances. This was a tsunami. No reason to refuse.
“Eut... Kkuk... Grghghgrgh...”
And it crashed. Pleasure dwarfing the sum of all before.
Yuchan timed his release.
“Haut... Haaaaahng...❤”
Her body thrashed dramatically. Limbs out of control—arms, legs, abs, ass, inner thighs—all in the female beast's dance. Sweat beads on her skin scattered like diamond dust in the vibrations.
“Kr... Gr... Uk...”
Air escaped voiceless between her vocal cords. Her pussy sucked him deep through endless spasms as he came buried inside.
-Gurgle! Gurgle! Gurgle!
After holding back so long, the volume was immense. He felt the condom's tip balloon with cum.
“Hak... Ahak... Hak...❤”
Her rigid, convulsing body finally slumped onto the bed.
“Hoo... Fuck...”
Yuchan rarely swore, but now it slipped out low. Beyond expectations. Even post-climax, her aftershocks milked his twitching cock flawlessly—worthy of utmost praise.
He slowly withdrew from Nayae, knotted the condom's end like a balloon. He'd used it just to see this sight.
He nudged her collapsed, panting form—like double-death—with his arm; she toppled sideways without resistance. Pupils dilated like she'd done drugs. Still lost in bliss.
He hung the fresh cum-filled condom on the clothespin piercing her nipple—the one from earlier packaging. A student with used rubbers dangling from her tits. Decent picture.
“Enough... now...”
Her faint groan leaked like from a broken record.
Gazing at her weakened, vulgar state, Yuchan reflected calmly. Vivid memories projected on his retinas: the shy, diligent, polite girl in modest clothes haunting the academy.
Now: condom on her pierced nipple, grotesquely swollen clit erect, labia scrawled with unshowable graffiti.
As she said—he'd made her this way. To a control freak like Yuchan, no sight was more beautiful: a girl's entirety warped under his command, right after the transformation.
He leaned close to her half-gone ears, whispering. Gently combed her disheveled hair with his fingers.
“I gathered your tears and made them bloom into flowers. When they wilt, I'll still be by your side.”
It was the first true tenderness he'd ever shown Nayae.