Shattering the Expressionless Onahole
While watching the camera, *sluuuurp*.
A massive breast filled Yoon Seoha's mouth.
It was so enormous it sagged heavily, its weight pressing down through her lips. Seoha swirled her tongue around the areola, coaxing the nipple to emerge.
"Hngh, hnnngh…."
"More sensitive than I thought, huh?"
"W-Wait…!"
"Your face stays blank, though."
A completely expressionless face. But her voice carried thick waves of pleasure.
"Shall we head to the bedroom?"
At Yoon Seoha's whisper, Oshia nodded silently.
Seoha caught sight of her ears flushing slightly red.
"Such a slut."
"…"
"Not denying it?"
"…Do men like slutty women…?"
Seoha watched her quietly, prioritizing her boyfriend's reaction over her own feelings.
Dedicated, maybe? Or just timid.
So timid that she'd devoted herself to the boyfriend who approached her first—like some manga plot.
'Nah, doesn't matter.'
Yeah. It didn't matter at all.
Whether she was devoted or just timid, it had nothing to do with Yoon Seoha.
"Then he'll love it."
"…"
"He definitely will."
As they entered the bedroom, her face brightened just a touch.
Still expressionless, but her complexion lightened noticeably.
"Good thing."
What an idiot.
Cheating on a job while loving and cherishing her boyfriend, her lover, like that. It was so stupid it almost made Seoha laugh.
'The problem is it's cheating out of goodwill.'
If it were just disappointment or because the other side started it, it wouldn't be this funny. The fact that it stemmed from genuinely liking him and wanting to devote herself made it hilarious.
"Take it all off."
She said as she shed her black suit jacket and set it on the nearby desk.
Drop it on the floor, and it'd soak through with overflowing juices.
"…It won't splash that far, right?"
"Huh?"
"N-No, nothing. All off?"
At Seoha's question, Oshia nodded. Her already red ears burned even brighter. Embarrassed? Yet her face showed no sign of it.
Oshia climbed onto the bed.
Seoha mounted her phone on the desk last, then stripped as she approached.
"Ah…."
Her yellow eyes locked onto Seoha's cock.
Eyes wide with shock. Curiosity and faint fear lurked beneath as they quivered. Seoha spoke up.
"First time seeing one?"
"…"
"Hng."
Oshia shook her head.
Not the first time. Probably not her boyfriend, then.
"How's it compare? Mine's bigger, obviously."
"…Th-This size…."
"Hng. Pretty decent for a guy."
The boyfriend's size, indicated by her hand, was about two-thirds of Seoha's—roughly 19 or 20 cm. Big for a man.
Meaningless against a futanari, of course.
'Maybe this Seojun kid prefers stealing over being stolen from.'
That NTR doujin she'd seen on the computer. Maybe Oshia's boyfriend imagined himself in the "stealer" role.
And Oshia saw herself as the "stolen woman," with him as the "cuck."
'Tragic?'
Who knows.
Either way, it was a comedy to Yoon Seoha.
"It's fine. You'll feel amazing."
Slowly, their lips met. A wet *smack* as they overlapped, Seoha's long tongue slipping past her tightly shut lips.
The sensation of her mouth being toyed with. Brief panic at this first mesmerizing kiss, then immense pressure building in her pussy.
"First kiss like this?"
"…A bit gentler…."
"Sorry. I'm not your boyfriend."
"Ah…."
*Crunch*. Her pussy, shaped for her boyfriend's size, screamed.
"And who listens to a toy's demands?"
"…Hiiik♥"
"Not just any toy—a onahole's, even less."
*Crunch* as her pussy stretched wide.
Her boyfriend's traces erased in an instant. Loose enough for a fist, her eagerly descending womb shoved upward.
Far higher than it should go. Higher even than her boyfriend had pushed it. Reaching where it shouldn't—a sensation dominating her brain.
The enchanting, forceful yet sweet kiss ended, and massive pleasure crashed over Oshia.
"K-Kyaaah♥"
"Russian girl, but the moans are the same?"
"A-Aaaahhh♥"
"Hng?"
Seoha rocked her hips slowly. Thrusting to the hilt, shoving the womb up. Then pulling back slowly, cock withdrawing.
From base to just below the glans. The pierced cervix hung on the massive glans, following along.
Up where it shouldn't go, down where it shouldn't descend.
Repeating that.
Oshia's mind melting in an instant was only natural.
"Turn around."
The curt voice pierced her ear.
No special inflection, yet it carried an irresistible command.
Like a toy robot obeying its remote, Oshia's body moved at Seoha's word.
Turning, she fell prone.
Sagging breasts swayed with gravity, slapping the sheets. Her huge inverted nipples, stiffly erect, rubbed against the rough fabric.
"O-Ohhh♥"
Oshia thought herself dull.
With boyfriend Seojun, she truly felt it maybe two or three times max.
Even that, after 20-30 minutes of foreplay and sweet whispers.
"C-Cumminggoooh♥"
But now, pounded by a futanari she'd just met, she realized she was wrong.
Her womb shattering, stretching. Sensations she should never feel converted to pleasure, stabbing her brain relentlessly.
"O-Aaah♥ Ohhh♥ Haaahhh♥"
To think she was a pervert who only came from a broken womb.
Despair at the unbelievable truth lasted a moment before fresh pleasure blanked her mind white.
"You okay? Your voice sounds dangerous."
"Hii, Hiohh♥ Hngkyuuu♥ K-Kyooooh♥"
"Got a boyfriend, but you're feeling it? Huh? Cumming from your womb breaking?"
"Hng, Hiiiik♥ F-Feeling iiit♥ W-Womb, womb breaking and I'm cuuumming♥"
Her vulgar cries filled the room.
*Squish squish*, juices soaking the bed, brain burning white.
Her womb surely crushed loose and ugly.
"Ah, nice. So chewy."
"Hng, Hiik♥ Th-Thank y—Ooooh♥"
"Gonna cum soon?"
"Hng, Hiiiik♥ Ah, not yeeet?!"
A voice mixing aegyo and moans. Her cool demeanor cracking into idiocy.
Well, this was a female's true nature.
"Hngh…♥"
A sweet whimper escaped as fierce *glorp glorp* sounds rang out.
Thick semen flooding her womb. Unlike men's watery loads, it clung to her walls and womb, refusing to drip.
Slime or custard cream-like semen pouring into Oshia's fragile maso womb.
Hundreds of pistons, dozens of orgasms, one ejaculation.
That single load opened her womb—instant pregnancy. Unyielding to boyfriend's loving thrusts before, now embracing superior seed.
Surpassing all his cum combined, genetically dozens or hundreds of times superior.
"Oshia, look here."
Pulling out from her pregnant maso pussy, Seoha filmed her with the phone.
She'd learned recently: recording auto-starts upon meeting a named target.
Supposed to inform first, but as a newbie, she'd forgotten—per Do Yoonseo.
Usually, hidden cams installed post-job. For Jang Miyu, they used existing ones.
'This place too, eventually.'
More videos from those cams, capturing private lives for high-tier members.
"Leave a video for your boyfriend?"
"…Yeah."
Oshia grinned goofily at the camera, caressing her lower belly tenderly before speaking.
"…Hey, I… got pregnant…♥ Wha… Huh…?"
Staring at the phone, she blanked out mid-sentence.
"…What was his name again."
"Seojun."
"Ah, Seojun… Hehe. Seojun, I… got pregnant♥ It's your birthday present…♥"