The Long, Peaceful Piston
I started by driving my cock all the way to her cervix in one powerful thrust. But after she had been unconscious for some time, Sieun noona’s pussy had gone dry. It wasn’t completely parched, yet it was far from ideal for serious pistoning. Forcing my way into that tight, dry channel left the skin around my glans tingling. Strangely, the sensation wasn’t unpleasant at all.
“Khrr… haa…”
The feeling of prying apart dry folds and shoving myself inside was oddly fascinating. Better than I’d expected. It reminded me of accidentally fucking an onahole without lube and discovering it still felt decent. It wasn’t as good as when she was soaking wet and slippery, but it made for a perfect occasional treat.
Still, I didn’t just start slamming my hips like a mindless animal. I waited, giving her pussy time to adjust to my size. From now on I had to become a different man. If I was going to live with the terrifying Black Dragon sealed inside me, there was no other choice.
Pure love sex. Normal sex. Vanilla sex. Keep acting like a pervert and my eyes will roll back, straight to prison.
I pictured myself locked up. The goosebumps that crawled over my entire body nearly made my cock—still buried quietly inside her—go soft. My looks were decent enough after the enhancements. My starting point had been so bad that even after spending all that money I still wasn’t in the realm of absolute beauty, but I was attractive enough that people wouldn’t turn me down. That was exactly what made it dangerous.
Prison was a den of sex-starved ass hunters. In manga and movies, any decent-looking guy who went inside immediately became the communal toilet. It was probably worse overseas, and Korea might not be that extreme, but the risk was real. Just living in prison would already be hell; the thought of spending every day on edge trying to protect my asshole was horrifying even as a fantasy.
No way. I love fucking, but being fucked? Never. Especially not by another man!
Twitch. Twitch.
Swish. Swish.
I loosened Sieun noona’s pussy with slow, gentle movements that stretched over a long time. Even unconscious, her walls gradually relaxed and began to produce moisture. It was a little frustrating, but I endured. Until I could take full responsibility for anything I did, it was smarter to avoid high-intensity hardcore sex. Especially with Cha Sieun—the one person I had to be most careful with.
Sliiide. Sliiiide. Chuuuuuurk. Thuuuust.
When I slowly rotated my hips, her love juices finally coated my shaft. I used my slick cock like a brush, spreading the wetness evenly so her pussy could open and lubricate properly. Once it felt right, I began careful pistoning. The sensation was surprisingly good.
Schlick.
I placed both hands on noona’s firm, athletic ass that pointed high toward the ceiling like a warrior’s. No matter how much she trained, her ass was as large as her face yet so elastic that it was hard to get a solid grip. It was interesting, but also a little disappointing. It would have been more ideal if it spread out just enough to grab perfectly, like Mihyun noona’s. She had focused so much on fitness that she’d neglected her sex appeal. A shame.
Still, it’s so firm and springy that slapping it would feel… No! Good thoughts! Good thoughts only!
I shook my head hard to chase away the lewd demon. From now on I was no longer a lewd demon—I was a lewd angel. Lewd, yes, but angelic about it.
Normally… Purely…
Chuuuurk. Thuuust. Chuuuuurk. Thwack.
I gripped her ass with both hands and moved my hips. Taking her from behind let me watch clearly as my cock slid in and out of her hole with every thrust. I could even see her rear entrance, shaped like a chrysanthemum, tightening when I pushed in and blooming open when I pulled out.
Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack.
“Huu… puhuu…”
Just the sight of her violently plump ass and unrealistically voluptuous pelvis was an incredible turn-on. Seeing my cock disappear between those cheeks and reappear made it impossible to hold back. I began slamming my hips faster and harder.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
“Uuung… uuuht… uhtheeeit…!!!”
“Huu… Are you awake, noona?”
“Uht!! Heuht!! You!! Crazy!! Bastard!!!”
The stimulation surging from her pussy must have been overwhelming. The fainted noona jolted awake. The moment she realized her hole was being penetrated, she spat out harsh words, but every time I drove my cock deep with a heavy thud, her voice broke into staccato bursts. It was honestly amusing.
“My body!! Again!! Heut!! When did you!!! Ahak!! Heuit!!! Stop!! It!!”
“Sluuurp… You say that even though it feels good. If it feels good, you can just admit it, noona.”
“No!! It doesn’t feel good!! At all!!! Keut!! Heuht!!”
“You’re not being honest. Huuu… As usual.”
I drew a deep breath into my lower abdomen over two counts, then exhaled it in two audible bursts. It was the marathon breathing technique I had once seen on an internet forum. Using it now, I found it genuinely effective. Once my breathing stabilized, so did my pistoning. The rhythm became perfectly consistent, like a metronome.
This is nice too. It feels like the anxiety in my heart from all the side effects is finally being healed.
If I added irregular scraping in every direction and occasional speed shifts, the sex would become even more spectacular. But even the most basic technique—simply putting it in and taking it out—was already excellent. It felt like I had returned to a Pure beginner I had lost somewhere along the way without noticing. It was quiet, refreshing. After a long, brutal journey chasing only the strong and spicy, this was like gulping down a bowl of cool, clean water that soothed my damaged insides.
Thwack~ Thwack~ Thwack~ Thwack~
I didn’t need thoughts. Just empty my head and thrust in time with the rhythm. That was enough. By now Sieun noona’s pussy was completely sloppy, and every plunge produced wet, sticky slaps. I loved that sound. I closed my eyes, moved my hips, and simply listened. It felt as peaceful as lying in bed listening to rain tap against the window.
“Ang!! Heuang!! Stop!! Stop it!! I said!! Heut!! Haeu!! Heut!!”
Noona’s moans kept disturbing the inner peace, but the ripples quickly settled. My mind was like the still surface of a tranquil lake deep inside an ancient forest. I was having sex, yet I wasn’t only having sex. This was both sex and meditation—my own personal turtle marathon. Not sprinting toward the limit, but running slowly and comfortably until, before I knew it, I had crossed the finish line.
Thuuust~ Thuuust~ Thuuust~ Thuuust~
After repeating the simple, linear motion for so long, it became engraved into my body. Surrendering to that engraved movement, I felt climax approach. I flowed with it and released.
It was, without question, the most peaceful ejaculation of my life.
Spluuuurt! Splaaaaash!
“Keut…”
“Heuht…!!!! Haung…!!! Haeua… heuit…!!!”
Noona reached her peak at the same time. I savored the tightening of her inner walls and the lingering afterglow for a moment, then began moving again. The first ejaculation had only been the starting line of a long sex marathon.
“Uheut…!! Again??”
“If it feels this good, how could once be enough? Sluuurp… huuu…”
“Uhtheeeit!! Haak!! Uk!! Euht!!”
Having already climaxed once, the sensitivity inside her pussy was even better. Every part of her was completely relaxed, soft and warm, squeezing me gently. The urge to cum rose much faster than before.
Hmm. Not good.
I slowed my hip movements slightly and activated the Hand of God, gently rubbing her swollen clit. I was careful to infuse the sensuality gradually in small doses so she would feel maximum pleasure without fainting, paying special attention to intensity control.
“Uheut!!!! Ang!!! Haa!!!! Heut!!!!”
If the first round had been healing sex to comfort a wounded soul and a simple warm-up, now it was time for serious business. I needed to buy a house, change careers, and there were still many areas left to improve through physical enhancement.
The The World is Money and Women app truly lived up to its name. Leveling up required money without exception. It had been that way until now, and it didn’t look like it would change.
Money. I needed far more money.
But there was no need to worry too much. Sex earned money. To earn even more, I simply had to design the most profitable sex possible and put in the work.
“Huu… huu…”
“Uhhat!!!! Heut!! Heuk!!!! Euheeeit…!!!!!”
899 → 952 → 1008 (Perfect)
Sieun noona truly lived up to her reputation as a seasoned sex master. Yeonju or Mihyun noona would have fainted or lost their minds long ago, yet she endured pleasure values up to around one thousand without breaking. Of course, going any higher would be dangerous, but as long as I didn’t push past that limit, everything was fine.
Instead of mindlessly thrusting in a straight line, I made minute adjustments to speed and intensity, keeping the pleasure value rising from her body locked in the range around one thousand. Like selling when the price rose and buying when it fell to keep the stock trapped in a box pattern, I slowed down when she grew too excited and sped up when she calmed. In this way I continuously extracted the highest possible pleasure value without letting her faint.
It was sex alchemy—turning sex into money. Sex labor. Also known as “sexgada.”
“Heunyaah…!!!! Haat!! Heut!!! Mrhugh!!!! Stop iiiit!!! My head!!! Heut!!! My head feels weird!!!”
“That’s a good thing. Not weird—good.”
Noona kept complaining about headaches every time the pleasure value broke a thousand. It was understandable. There were even real torture methods that involved tying someone down and dripping water on them at regular intervals. Repeated stimulation was one of the best ways to drive a person insane. When that stimulation was unbearable pleasure, it was only natural for the brain to begin breaking down.
But if noona broke, that was good for me, so I didn’t stop moving my hips.
Sliiide. Thuuust. Chuuuuurk. Thuuust.
“Aeu…!! Uht…!! It’s hard… heut!! It’s so hard… khet!!”
Even sexgada had its limits. After thrusting for so long, her pussy had become extremely sensitive. No matter how slowly I moved, the pleasure value refused to stay under control. It kept trying to surge upward on its own, refusing to remain in the safe box range.
Hmm… that won’t do.
If it tried to jump, I simply had to press it down gently until it calmed. I used the Hand of God. At the same time I recalled Mihyun’s bountiful, goddess-like breasts and sank my mind deep into calm. A warm energy gathered in my palm. Moving my hips only enough to create the faintest motion, I gently stroked noona’s lower body with that warmth-filled hand. I patted and soothed her oversensitive body the way one might calm a crying child, helping the spasms subside.
“Uhaa… heuu… heut… heung…”
After patting her several times, the effect appeared. The pussy that had been contracting wildly as if in seizure gradually loosened. The sharp, precarious moans that sounded like they might shatter at any moment slowly regained stability.
Thuuust. Thwack. Smack. Smack. Smack-smack. Smack-smack-smack-smack.
“Uht…!! Iik…!!! Wait… just a moment!!! Kihuuut…!!!!”
After confirming she had calmed, I resumed proper hip movements. I hadn’t soothed her for her own comfort, after all. I had simply cooled down an overheated money-printing machine for a moment.
“Huu… haa…”
“Ueeeh…!! Heuut!!! Uht!!! Heuk!!!”
I continued extracting pleasure values in a steady stream. Whenever her body began to overheat, I would soothe her with the warm hand and calm her down, repeating the cycle. The technique itself wasn’t difficult—it was simple repetition—but physically it was brutally demanding. My pelvis kept slamming into her ass until the bone felt bruised. My thighs swelled as if they might burst from the unfamiliar volume of exercise. Sweat covered my entire body. I had moved so violently that my own cock no longer felt like mine; I could no longer feel the shaft itself, only the pleasure it produced.
But no matter how hard it was for me, it couldn’t compare to what Sieun noona—the sacrifice of this sexgada—was enduring. She was in a state so severe that only the crudest, most vulgar words could describe it. It wasn’t so much that her body was broken as that her brain had been partially destroyed by the continuous injection of pleasure over such a long time.
“Auh… heuugeut… heuihihit… eukiiit!!!! Keuheuk!!!!”
Noona had lost her reason and was crying out in animalistic sounds. Excessive pleasure had turned her into an idiot. I sensed it was time to end the labor. Watching her react like a cheap human toilet made my chest tighten. If I continued any longer, I felt I would slip down that strange path again.
Smack-smack-smack-smack-smack. Smack-smack-smack-smack-smack-smack-smack.
“Aak!!! Keuk!!!!! Kihit!!!!!”
“Heuht… haa…”
“Uaaaaaak!!! Uuugeuuut!!!!! Ugeeeehk!!!!!”