The Sex Lucky Guy
Like milk slowly seeping into a castella cake, the atmosphere of sex gradually filled the room. Mihyun noona drew out her words in that signature way she did when aroused, her voice laced with cute nasal sounds that drove any man wild. While Yeonju stumbled and stretched every syllable, Mihyun noona only elongated the ends of her sentences, giving her a distinctly more lewd and sensual feel.
I kissed her while reaching down with one hand to touch her pussy. Her breasts had taken center stage today, leaving her pussy feeling quite neglected. I gently soothed the sulky, tightly closed folds with my lust-tinged hand. Moved by my tender touch, her once-pouting pussy quickly grew wet.
Once the mood heated up, I broke the kiss and pulled my lips away from hers. Kissing was nice, but I wanted to hear the lewd moans and nose-tingling whimpers spilling from her mouth even more.
“Mmm… hngh… haah… haa…”
“You can’t come already.”
“Mmm… haah… nooo… I don’t like this at all… you pervert… sadist…”
She scolded me without even realizing it as I treated her gently, but after everything she had been through—fainting and even developing PTSD—I didn’t have the heart to say anything harsh. Even if I was addicted to “proper education,” this wasn’t the time. She was right that I was a sadist, but I was also a man who knew when to be gentle.
I caressed her softly, so tenderly that the feeling seeped all the way into her heart. I wanted my presence to sink deeper into her chest than her husband’s ever could, slowly breaking her down in a fairy-tale-like, beautiful way.
—Rub rub. Squish squish.
“Hngh… there… don’t touch it so much… nooo… hngh… haah…!!”
“Then where should I touch you, noona?”
“…Aww… I don’t know… hngh… haah… I hate you… dummy… idiot… hngh…”
I learned something new about her today—she had a bit of a tsundere streak. The more she liked it, the more she claimed to hate it, and the childish level of her protests made her adorable. I wondered just how strong her language could get and gave her breast a light squeeze.
Her breasts were bruised and swollen, but with the Hand of God, even the stinging pain could be turned into pleasure.
—Squeeze. Soft and squishy.
“Haaah… nooo… it hurts… it hurts… hngh… you made it like this… hngh… and now you’re squeezing it again…”
“It’s fine because you’re a pervert, noona. You can enjoy the pain too.”
“That’s not… hngh… true… hngh… dummy… dummy… ngh… jerk… haah…!!”
It seemed “jerk” or “dummy” was the limit of Kim Mihyun’s swearing vocabulary. After hearing Cha Sieun threaten to step on my dick until it popped, this was laughably tame—but I liked it all the more for that. It felt like getting playfully punched by a cute kitten.
“Hngh… haah…”
“Why? Feeling good, noona?”
“Nooo… I don’t like it… hngh…!!”
“Huh? Didn’t you just come a little?”
“Hngh… haah… hngh…”
“Just be honest and say it feels good, noona. Then I’ll put it in. You want my cock, right?”
“Hngh… it feels… hngh… it feels good… hngh… put your cock in me… hurry…”
Today was a bargain-sale day for dirty talk and a “go easy” day, so this was enough. It was barely teasing, but it was fine. The real goal, however, was far beyond this. This was a one-time thing—there would be no mercy from next time onward. The thought of tormenting her until she said “better than my husband” in front of “it feels good” made my chest flutter with anticipation.
‘It feels better than with my husband.’
‘Your cock feels better than my husband’s.’
Imagining those words eventually spilling from her lips, I slid my cock into her pussy.
—Thrust. Squelch.
“Hngh…!! Haah…!”
“Relax, noona. I’ll go slow.”
“Hngh…!! But it’s too big… hngh…!!”
“Can’t help it. You made me this hard.”
“Nooo… hngh… it’s your fault… haah… you’re the pervert… hngh…!!!”
When my cock finally pressed against her cervix, she came lightly. But unlike her, I wasn’t satisfied at all. Her pussy couldn’t fully accommodate my enhanced cock. As if protesting the cramped space, I thrust upward hard, pounding her cervix like a rhino.
—Thump. Thump. Thump.
“Hyaaah!!!! Nooo!!!! Don’t hit my cervix!!!”
Her violent reactions every time I poked her womb were cute and amusing. It felt like I had discovered a climax button I could press with my cock. I had planned to be gentle today, but finding something this fun, I had no choice. It was time to switch to serious sex mode.
“Hngh…!! Haah…!!!”
I began rocking my hips slowly, widening the tight path from her entrance to her cervix. To freely pound her womb, I first needed a spacious route. Even with gentle movements, however, she kept climaxing and squeezing nonstop, like trying to sweep up leaves that kept falling no matter how many times I cleared them. No matter how much I stretched her, the orgasmic spasms made her tighten again, rendering the effort pointless.
But persistence paid off. After steady pistoning, her thoroughly soaked pussy finally began to accept my cock. Continuing the motion, I eventually carved out a smooth path from entrance to cervix.
—Thrust. Pound. Thrust. Pound.
“Hngh…!! Haah!!! Nooo!!! I’m coming again!!!”
“No, you’re not. We’re just getting started.”
“Hngh… hngh… stop shaking your hips already!!!”
She pretended it was too much to handle her younger lover’s thick cock, but the Sex Scouter clearly showed she was enjoying herself despite the strain. Watching her pleasure values steadily rise during sex was genuinely satisfying. Seeing exactly how she reacted to each thrust made it impossible to stop moving my hips—especially since every number floating in the air meant money, and making money had never felt better. Making money while having sex felt even better.
—Thrust thrust thrust thrust! Slide slide slide. Pound pound pound!
“Hngh haah!!!! Something’s weird!!! Stop!!! Stop it!!!”
Not wanting to torment only her cervix, I switched to my original 4-3-3 sex rhythm. Four hard thrusts, followed by three slow ones, then finishing with three consecutive deep pokes to her cervix. She went wild under my unique rhythm. I hadn’t learned it anywhere—I had just gotten inspired and borrowed it from a soccer formation—but it worked surprisingly well, even impressing me.
—Thrust thrust thrust thrust! Slide slide slide. Pound pound pound!
“Stop it!!! I said stop!!! Hngh hngh hngh!!!”
Her moans and screams barely registered. I was completely focused on refining my rhythm—sometimes thrusting with perfect precision, sometimes varying the timing, sometimes pulling out on the beat only to slam back in. I even added spins to scrape her walls before suddenly driving straight into her cervix when it least expected it. The key was that every variation stayed within the framework of the 4-3-3 rhythm.
Through constant variation, my sex skills evolved at an overwhelming pace. My technique improved far faster than the trial and error should have allowed. With the Sex Scouter giving instant feedback on what made her feel good, it was only natural. It was like solving a maze with the path already known.
—Thrust thrust thrust thrust! Slide slide slide. Pound pound pound!
“Hngh… hyaaah… ggh…”
I poured everything into the rhythm—my desire to improve my technique, my greed to rack up higher pleasure values for more money, and my urge to turn the frustratingly naive Mihyun noona into my personal cumdump. The vow I made when the app first appeared—to live as an avatar of desire, accepting the god of money and women’s offer—was being fulfilled right here, right now.
‘More… more… more…’
I forced down the urge to cum tickling my prostate. I could go much farther, much higher. Desire had no end, but at this rate, I felt like I might actually reach it. I was Icarus flying toward the sun, but the wings on my back were larger and hotter than the sun itself. If the end of desire seemed invisible, it was only because I had been flying too low. I soared higher than the endless spring of my own desire.
—Thrust thrust thrust thrust thrust thrust thrust thrust thrust thrust.
Gradually losing myself to lust, I abandoned the rhythm and simply pounded away, slowly forgetting my surroundings. Eventually I forgot I was even having sex, forgot time was passing, and forgot who I was. Yet my hips never stopped. Even as my world and the outside world merged into a single ecstatic blur, my hips moved with perfect clarity. Even when my consciousness flew away, only desire remained—that dark, damp, yet deeply familiar energy I could feel so vividly. In a world without end, only I and my desire existed.
—Splurt!! Splurt!!!! Splurrrrt!!!!!
“Hngh…”
It felt like a fuse had blown. When I came to, I had already finished cumming without realizing it. For a moment I didn’t even know why I was ejaculating, but my mind slowly cleared. The sight of Mihyun noona passed out in front of me, my creaking lower back as if it belonged to an old man, and my cock still buried inside her yet numb to sensation—all of it told me exactly where I was and what I had been doing.
“…”
“Post-nut clarity” didn’t even begin to describe the hollow feeling. I had experienced something indescribable just from reaching that ecstatic state—and I had even glimpsed what lay beyond it. I wasn’t entirely sure if it was “beyond,” but I had definitely felt something I had never experienced in my entire life.
“Ha… damn. This post-nut clarity is insane.”
It felt wrong to dismiss such a mystical phenomenon as mere post-nut clarity, but I decided to think of it that way for now and focus on cleaning up. Staying still would only make the clarity worse, so I needed to move my body to regain my senses. And what I had to do once I moved was already decided by my unfortunate yet persistent fate.
“Haa… this shitty fate. I wish it would just fuck off already.”
Grumbling, I got off the bed, dragged Mihyun noona to the bathroom, and washed her. Having done this many times, I had developed a knack for it. I washed both of us, dried her with a towel, and laid her back on the bed—all in exactly fifteen minutes.
While I had been experiencing that almost mystical, special sex, Mihyun noona, who had been on the receiving end, remained completely motionless even through the shower and being put back to bed. After checking that she was still breathing, I tucked her in and picked up my phone. Checking my phone after sex had become almost a habit by now.
‘Mmm… I’m shaking.’
This session had been truly mind-blowing sex—embarrassing to even try describing with fancy words. The fact that it felt like I had been training in some kind of martial art while having sex made me think something special must have been granted. And as if answering my expectations, the moment I opened The World is Money and Women, unusual messages appeared.
-I’m proud of you too, my apostle Minjun!
-That was an excellent session.
-Even the God of Sex beside me was watching with great interest.
-Thanks to my apostle’s hard work, my energy has been fully restored.^^
-Here’s a reward. Keep it up!
*The God of Money and Women has bestowed a gift.*
*[Ability: I’m the Sex Lucky Guy] acquired!*
“Loyalty. Loyalty.”
There was nothing else to say. How did it always know exactly what my heart desired and shower me with gifts like this? At this rate, I might have to start calling “benefactor” “money-factor” instead. With the same excitement as opening a Christmas stocking, I checked the ability that had been granted to me. There was no way an ability personally bestowed by the money-obsessed Money God could be trash.
[Ability: I’m the Sex Lucky Guy]
Description: Your innate luck regarding sex () is greatly increased. But be careful! Your sexual luck is so strong it might consume you. You could be captured by a yandere and spend the rest of your life having your semen endlessly squeezed out until you die.
“Hey, even if you’re going to say something, at least…”
Contrary to my expectations, the somewhat unsettling description made me frown. It clearly seemed like a good ability, but the explanation made it sound terrifying.
“…Should I start carrying around a stun gun or something?”