The Work-Dumping Fox (3)
Because of that particular setting, Lim Jiwoo had already soaked herself through. And thanks to all that slickness—
Schliiiick—!
"Haaaaaahnk...!!"
My cock — the kind most women would struggle to take — was swallowed into Lim Jiwoo in a single instant. All the way to the hilt, in one stroke.
...Poke—
"Hhuk—!"
Deep enough to jab the mouth of her womb. The cervix is something of an acquired taste, but it is still a genuine... no, an extreme erogenous zone. Of course, if you drive into it hard when she isn't properly worked up, they say the pain outweighs the pleasure. And besides...
...Drip—
Looking at the blood trickling down the inside of Lim Jiwoo's thigh, proving this was her first time, and looking at Jiwoo herself — both eyes squeezed shut, gasping for breath — pain should have been winning by a mile.
And yet.
...Drip. Drip-drip—
Thick, viscous juices were pouring out in heavy gushes over the blood she was losing. Lim Jiwoo's body, it seemed, was feeling far more pleasure than pain. Which meant that Jiwoo, impaled to the root, was already clutching the sheets and panting from nothing more than being filled.
"Haaah, haaah, haaaaah...! Haaah, haaahn, haaah, haaaaaah...!"
I wasn't doing much better.
"Hah..."
Ragged breaths kept slipping out of me the same way they were slipping out of Jiwoo, who was already half out of her mind — and that was mostly down to the particular nature of her pussy.
Was it so cramped that even pushing in a single centimeter was a struggle? Honestly, no. Was the grip so vicious it cut off circulation? Honestly, no. Were there prominent folds or ridges to rake along my cock? Honestly, no. And it wasn't as if the thing rippled and stroked me of its own accord while I held still, either.
Put like that, Lim Jiwoo's pussy might sound like nothing special. It wasn't.
After that first jab against her cervix, I eased my hips back just a fraction.
Schliiick—
"Damn..."
The pussy that had been glued to my cock came with me, just a little. That was how fiercely Lim Jiwoo's inner walls — her vaginal walls, as people usually put it — clung to me, as if they couldn't stand to let go. The way she let me in so easily, only to cling the moment I tried to pull out, as if begging me not to leave — that, too, was just like Lim Jiwoo's particular charm.
And if her walls clung to my cock like that...
Schliiick—
"Haaaaaahn...!!"
It didn't have to be crushingly tight. It didn't have to squeeze like a vice. It didn't have to be lined with some outrageous texture. Wrapped around me like a vacuum, Lim Jiwoo's pussy earned a rating of good — no, better than good.
Which meant I could grab her hips like a pair of handles and start driving into her in earnest.
Plap-plap-plap-plap-plap-plap-plap-plap-plap—!
"Ahaaaaaaaahnnnnn...!!"
"Hahh...!"
The moment I did, Jiwoo lifted both hands and fisted them in the pillow. She turned her face to the side, tucking her chin against her collarbone, and pressed her raised knees tightly together. And like that—
"Haaangh, aaaahhnn...! Nnh, haaah, haaah, haaah... ahhnn, nnh, haah, haaaangh...! Haaah, aaaahn, haangh, haaaangh...!"
For a girl who'd just been a bleeding virgin, Lim Jiwoo started pouring out moans thick with that distinctive nasal sweetness of hers.
I didn't care about the rest of it, but this much I noticed: in missionary, for a woman to press her knees together she has to lift both legs a little. The pose put her wide hips and generous ass on full display, and below that, the juices dripping down and soaking the sheets were plainly visible.
Watching Lim Jiwoo feel this much pleasure — watching her beg me to go easy, of all things — and remembering that until just recently this woman had been the bitch who dumped every scrap of her work on me, my arousal hit a peak.
"Haaaaah, haaaaangh...! Woojin... ah, nnh, nnnnhhh, haangh, haaaahhnn...! Haaah, Woojin, be... be gentle, ha, hahn, nnh, haaangh...!"
Do this for me. Run over there for me. Fetch that for me. That was how she'd palmed everything off, and the only reason I'd ever put up with it was that she was so pretty I couldn't bring myself to push back. That same Lim Jiwoo, fisting the pillow, clamping down around me, biting down on her own lip—
Squeeeeeze...!
"Haaaaaaaaaaaaaahn...!!"
—coming because of me. The only words for the sight were insanely hot.
And as if I had no intention of going easy on her for it—
Plap-plap-plap-plap-plap-plap-plap-plap-plap—!
"Woojin, Woojiiin...! Haaah, d... don't, w-waiit, haaah, haaaangh, haaahn, haaaaaaaahn...!!"
—slamming even harder into the pussy that clamped down and clung to my cock even tighter was, itself, insanely hot. In the middle of one filthy, perfect moment after another, I felt the orgasm rushing up fast.
Plap-plap-plap-plap-plap-plap-plap-plap-plap—!
"Haaah, haangh, ahhnn...!"
"Senior... hah... I think I'm about to come."
"Not in...side, ahaahn, not in...side, n-no, you can't, wait, Woojin, nnh, hahn, nnh, nnnhhh, haaah, haaah...!"
"I'll come inside."
"You can't, you... you can't, you caaan't, haaah, haaaaaah...!"
I'd heard that the more a man comes, the longer the pleasure lasts. Maybe that was why I'd set my output to maximum.
PLAP—!
Throbthrobthrob—! Pulse—! Throb, pulse—!
"Haaaaaaaaahn...!!"
"Hhhhhh...!"
I filled Lim Jiwoo to the brim, riding a long, vicious crest of pleasure that had my lower abdomen trembling.
Once I was finished, the physical high dropped off sharply — and the mental high rushed in to take its place.
"Hah, goddamn..."
The woman who had never done anything but dump her work on me. The woman who was so ridiculously beautiful I couldn't even talk back. The woman who was so good at her actual job that I had been this close to looking like the trash one. That woman—
"Haaah, nnh, haaahn, nnh, nnnhhhh... hah, haaaaaah...!"
—had just taken a creampie she never agreed to, and now that my cum was packed inside her she could only lie there panting from the aftershocks that wouldn't stop. And the fact that the thing that had given her this, the thing that would keep giving her this — no, experiences even greater than this — was the HR Management App... that was still a hell of a thing to sit with.
"...HR Management."
While Jiwoo fought for breath, I turned my head and stared at the little nightstand beside the bed. The phone sitting on it had exactly one application installed: the HR Management App. When I looked forward again, I found Lim Jiwoo's face — a little more lucid now — glaring up at me.
"Not in...side, haaah, haaaaah...! Haaah, you're not supposed to come in...side... haaah, haaaaah...!"
I leaned my hips down toward that face.
"Senior, I did tell you. You have to satisfy me. You think once is going to cut it?"
"W-what...?"
"That was only the first time. We've still got a long way to go."
I gave a light push forward.
"Hahn—!"
My cock, still hard, poked the mouth of her womb. Jiwoo's whole body jerked from the sudden spike of sensation, and I found the twitch unexpectedly cute. Cute or not, she was starting to grasp what this examination actually meant.
"Th-then..."
"I'll keep going."
"W-wait a second...!"
Schliiick—!
"Haaahn—!"
Four-thirty in the morning. That was when I finally pulled my cock out of Lim Jiwoo — after it had been inside her more or less the entire time. We'd started around eight-thirty, which put us at nearly eight hours. There had been some time spent on each other beforehand, but even being generous that couldn't have run much past an hour. So just counting the time I'd actually spent inside her, we were looking at a solid seven.
The result was Lim Jiwoo, her voice completely gone, breathing so slowly it seemed she didn't even have the strength left to pant.
"Haaaaaaaaah... haaaaah, haaah, nnh, haaaaaaaaaah..."
Me, on the other hand.
"You did well, Senior."
Apparently virility converts to stamina just fine, because even after coming a full ten times I barely felt the drain. And across all ten of those rounds, I had moved my hips like a dog, consideration for Lim Jiwoo be damned. No tender words. No loving hands. No lingering looks. Just a long, unbroken stretch of motion with not a scrap of affection in it — which, paradoxically, was exactly why I was already looking forward to the next time.
I wanted to know how she would react when I said things designed to humiliate her. When I touched places designed to humiliate her. When I sat back and watched her squirm. That curiosity alone was enough.
So I climbed off the bed with a thoroughly satisfied look, showered by myself, and got dressed. Through all of it, Lim Jiwoo stayed right where she was. And as if to prove the old line that being too exhausted actually keeps you from falling asleep, she tracked me with half-lidded eyes the entire time.
Even now, her Promotion Desire was sitting exactly where I'd left it.
"I was satisfied, Senior. If you keep this up — if you keep doing this going forward — I think you'll have no trouble getting promoted. I'll make sure to mark your scores generously. You don't need to worry."
"Haaaah..."
Only then did Lim Jiwoo's face settle into something like relief.
"I'll head out first. Please get home safely, Senior. I'll see you next week."
Riiiing—!
"Ah...!"
Lim Jiwoo's eyes snapped open at the sound of a phone — and she flinched hard when she realized it wasn't hers. It was the motel's.
She picked up the receiver.
"H-hello...?"
"Yes, checkout is in thirty minutes. Would you like to extend your stay?"
"Thirty minutes... ah, no. I'll head out right now."
"Understood."
They'd asked her to be out in thirty minutes. She set the receiver back down.
"...Haaaah."
Slowly, carefully, she started piecing together everything that had happened to her since last night. When she turned her head, the bed was covered in the evidence of the examination she had sat through until dawn. Those same traces were all over her body, too.
"......"
Lim Jiwoo stared at herself for a long moment, then eased herself off the bed.
Thud—!
"Augh...!"
...Or tried to.
Every muscle in her body screamed from a full night of being wrecked by Woojin, and she stumbled. Naturally—
Drip-drip-drip...
—what still hadn't managed to leak out of her followed her limping steps and hit the floor. And when she looked at the sheets, marked up every bit as badly as her own body, there was even the proof that her first time was gone.
She should have been angry. Irritated. Humiliated. All in all, it should have felt like complete shit...
"Next time..."
Just as she had worried when she first saw Woojin's cock last night, Lim Jiwoo felt a strange flicker of anticipation. That anticipation made everything she had produced through the night even more vivid. The cries she had let out as Woojin took her. The juices she had dripped. The way her pussy had clenched. The way her body had trembled. The arms that had wrapped around him without her meaning to. The legs that had unconsciously locked around his waist.
The clearer the memories became, the clearer that flicker of worry she'd felt looking at his cock last night also became...
"Ah, ah... no."
She dismissed it as exhaustion making her think weird things, and limped into the bathroom. After washing off every last trace Woojin had left on her through the night, she dressed neatly in the clothes she had arrived in, left the motel, and took a taxi home.
Then she sat there, zoning out...
"Huh?"
Something felt... just a vague, formless hunch.
"I think... I scored some points?"
She had the feeling that she had earned HR evaluation points.