Seoral University Freshman OT
"Haaang, haaang, haaang, Yunho, it feeeels so gooood!"
The day before Seoral University's freshman orientation trip—OT for short—we were in a motel near Aesthetic de Nonhyeon.
"Ahh... w-wait, just a sec. S-slower... aaang!"
Slap! Slap! Slap!
I licked Shim Uran's nape while thrusting my hips relentlessly. Keeping up that rapid pace without a break wasn't easy, but my body—honed not just by steady workouts but by constant reality corrections—knew no fatigue.
"Ah...! Haaat...! Wh-whoa. St-stop, kyaa... Ah, no. Nooo...!!"
Shim Uran arched her back like a bow and hit her climax, but I was just getting started.
"Eh? Let me rest a bit... just... aaang! Yunhoooo!"
I hoisted her ass up and sat upright. As her body arched backward, she hurriedly wrapped her arms around my neck. In that position, I bounced her ass up and down while snapping my hips. The so-called standing carry fuck.
Thanks to reality correction training, this body could handle such positions with ease.
Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud.
Fucking her while standing changed the friction of insertion entirely.
"Aang! Aaak! Ak! Aaak!!"
Her moans blurred into screams as I ramped up the speed. Her sleek arms wrapped around my neck, her voluptuous legs clamping my waist with all their might. I kneaded her ass wildly while pistoning my hips, and she wailed, tightening her grip and clinging to my upper body. A utterly mind-shattering reaction.
—No, stop. My brain's melting.
"Please stop! Aang! Please! St-stop, haang! Stop!"
She screamed for me to stop. But her body was suspended in midair—she couldn't resist. Even fit guys struggle with standing carry beyond five minutes. Especially with Shim Uran, who was bigger than most women. She'd probably been lifted and fucked briefly before, but never like this, dangling endlessly in the air.
But I wasn't done yet. No urge to cum was building. I needed stronger stimulation.
Still supporting her ass, I started walking.
Thud! "Aaaaah!!!!!"
Thud! "Haaaaat, huaaang!!"
One step. Another step. With each stride, Shim Uran dangling from me shattered again, her pussy clenching my cock desperately. I gripped her ass hard with both hands, occasionally teasing her asshole. I snapped my hips extra hard with every step, slowly heading toward the wall.
Her back hit the wall.
"Now we're doing wall slams."
I grinned and thrust with all my strength—truly all of it.
"A-A-No waaay... haaaaaang!!!!!!♡♡♡"
She climaxed again. Splat. Splat. Splat!
"Hat, haak, haak. Haaaaak, haaak!!!!♡♡♡"
Her pussy clamped my cock in spasms. A quick stroke to her clit, and she squirted like she'd been waiting. Her juices sprayed wildly, dripping down my groin.
But I wasn't going easy yet. I hadn't cum.
I tossed Shim Uran onto the bed.
"On your feet, ass out. Doggy time."
"Hiiing... I'm t-tired..."
"Counting down from five. 5... 4... 3... 2... 1..."
Her trembling legs barely moved as she propped herself on the bed with both hands, ass toward me. Fear flickered across her face. Seeing that made me smirk bitterly.
The endless stamina and sex skills from the Desire Fulfillment App meant no single woman could satisfy me anymore.
'Not that I'd trade it away, but it's a hassle.'
My thoughts faded at the sight of her back. Sleek spine, cinched waist, and beyond voluptuous—an ass thick with meat. I grabbed those plump cheeks and plunged in.
"Ahh...! G-gentle... hat...! Ah...! Aa!! Mmph... haang!"
Slap! Slap! Slap!
Each thrust rocked her body. I kept pounding while leaning forward to grope her tits. Always a handful, those massive jugs. Slick with drool from her gaping mouth and sweat.
Her nipples would taste salty right now.
"A! Aa!! Y-you, it feels too gooood! At! Haang! Aat...!!"
About five minutes in, she climaxed again. She shuddered violently then went limp. I grabbed her waist—she wasn't collapsing on me.
Forcing the pose, I resumed thrusting. Exhausted to her limits, Shim Uran could barely moan.
'Too quiet. No fun.'
I laid her flat on the bed.
"Huff huff."
Eyes closed, she panted shrilly. Stamina fully depleted.
'But I'm still unsatisfied.'
Missionary insertion again.
"H-huuut... huoo... ut..."
She shattered once more, howling like a wolf. Heat from her toes consumed her head.
—My whole body's burning.
"Huuuk, huut, huoook... ook..."
Dying beast whimpers leaked from her mouth. No strength to move, but spinal reflexes made her limbs twitch. One deep thrust, and she shattered deeper. Nipples rigid skyward, tears streaming—not just welling—from her eyes.
I gripped her chin, inspecting her face. Eyes glazed. She was at her limit.
"O-ooku... I'm, I'm goi-ing insaaane... in-saaane... if you keep... I'll... diee... go mad, maaad...!"
I stroked her hair amid her tearful moans. My cock still pierced and pumped her depths. Each deep stab brought fresh tears.
'Feels like rape.'
That thought spiked my pleasure. My sadistic kink for tormenting partners.
"Ready for me to cum?"
"Huuu, pleeease... pleeease cum..."
"Beg more desperately. Make me want to."
"Cum pleeease... pleeease... ueeng... huuk... cum, pleeease..."
"Deep in Uran's pussy?"
"Y-yes, hoook... cum pleeease...—"
One final deep thrust, then release. Feeling her legs quake, I unloaded deep inside. Pulling out, thick cum overflowed her pussy hole.
Seeing her leak my load was so perversely beautiful that, despite just cumming, my cock stiffened right back up.
'Gotta hold back now.'
Going again might actually kill her.
I lay beside her, stroking her hair. After about thirty minutes, her glazed eyes refocused. Shim Uran spoke in a trembling voice.
"From now on... no more one-on-one..."
"Huh?"
"Get more girls! I nearly died handling you alone! You lunatic!!!"
"What? Puhaha. You loved it though."
"Too much. But the fear outweighed it... You were way more fired up than usual."
I scratched my head sheepishly.
"Your life-hanging desperation turned me on... Sorry."
"I felt like I was dying, so get other girls. Consider this your warning."
"Got it, got it. Haha."
"Anyway, OT starts tomorrow, right?"
"Yeah. Figured no sex over the weekend, so I went extra hard today."
The two-night, three-day OT was at a rented resort in Gangwon-do.
"Won't see you for at least three days, so I pounded you full. No other guys for three days—wait for me, got it?"
"Other guys? I might not even make it to work tomorrow. Oh, wait—I don't have to work anymore."
Shim Uran was done with Aesthetic de Nonhyeon shifts starting tomorrow. All-in on prepping our beauty center opening.
She said the grand opening could be as early as early May, so she quit to focus.
"Freshmen are so cute~ Newbies~"
"Right?"
"Don't drink and screw up. Know your limit?"
"Not something to ask a 25-year-old guy."
"You're innocent outside of sex, so yeah. Hohoho."
True—I'd lived ascetically before the Desire Fulfillment App. To an outgoing extrovert like Shim Uran, I must seem naive.
"No drunken mistakes. Have fun and come back, okay?"
"Will do. Kinda excited."
"OT's nothing special! Just booze and fun—if the group's lame, it's a bust~"
A fossil's graduate take. But this 25-year-old freshman's heart brimmed with OT anticipation.
OT day. I headed to Seoral University to board the bus to the site. Instead of going in, I waited at the main gate.
Meeting Eunseo there to enter together.
"Eunseo."
I spotted her from afar and called out.
"Ah, oppa!"
She came running—dodo-do—then clung to my arm.
"Whoa, Eunseo—you look stunning today."
"Really? Heehee, thanks."
We headed to the athletic field where the buses were parked. Near our bus stood Park Gwanghyeok and the other classmates.
"Gwanghyeok. Here."
"Hyung Yunho, you made it!"
Park Gwanghyeok approached, then froze—mouth agape.
Not just him. All the classmates gawked—not at me, but at Eunseo beside me.
"H-hyungnim? Who's the girl next to you...?"
"One of our classmates. Lee Eunseo."
"Whoa..."