Chapter 279: A Sense of Exhaustion
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 279: A Sense of Exhaustion
Iris was the type who had thoroughly read—a self-proclaimed ten billion times over several centuries—the kind of novels that weren't meant for those who hadn't yet reached adulthood. However, compared to what she knew in theory, her practical application was a bit lackluster.
"Ejaculate."
"Pardon?"
"Hurry up."
Since things weren't going her way, she had entered full-on tantrum mode. Wasn't a man's quick ejaculation synonymous with his defeat? In the works she’d read featuring female dominance, the men would always finish after just a few strokes from the woman.
This isn't right.
Iris’s combat power was derived entirely from her exceptional mana. Without it, her arms were no different from those of an ordinary adult woman.
Having gripped Yoo Eon’s lengthy member and vigorously pumped her arm up and down for so long, her muscles were bound to grow fatigued.
"Tch."
She had licked it diligently with her tongue, taken it into her mouth, and rubbed the shaft without rest, yet there wasn't a single sign of him finishing. The novels she’d read through the screen certainly hadn't been like this.
As the strength in her arms gradually faded, Iris began to glare at Yoo Eon with a furrowed brow. At least, that was what she thought she was doing; to him, since Iris was usually vacant and expressionless, it didn't feel much different from her usual self.
She looks like she's struggling.
Yoo Eon noticed the speed of her hand movements slowing down and figured as much. She didn't seem to be using mana, either. Eventually, Yoo Eon grabbed Iris by the shoulders and sat up from the headboard he had been leaning against.
"Iris. Lie down."
Now it was Yoo Eon’s turn to provide the foreplay. Having finished the calculations in her head, Iris nodded slowly, her face flushed bright red. She massaged her aching forearms and lay back, resting her head on the pillow.
This is it.
Come to think of it, this was how it should be. This was the true charm of being on top—the woman lying back and resting comfortably while the man worked hard to satisfy her.
—Press…
"Ugh."
"Iris?"
When he lightly pressed the upper part of her plump, pale, bifurcated mound, Iris’s entire body flinched, and she instinctively squeezed her legs together. A unique stimulation she had never felt before sent a sharp, tingling sensation ringing through her lower body.
At Yoo Eon’s call, Iris reflexively denied it.
"…I’m not."
"You're not what?"
Just as ejaculation was defeat for a man, climaxing was synonymous with defeat for a woman. She had masturbated so many times on her own; there was no way she would reach her limit from a man’s mere touch.
Still, just in case, she covered her chest. As mentioned before, it was one of her few weaknesses.
"Ngh, ah."
As he slid his thick middle and ring fingers into her vaginal opening while pressing down on her lower abdomen with his thumb, a moan escaped her lips despite herself. In truth, Iris didn't even need foreplay. Just being in the same room as Yoo Eon had already left her soaking wet down there.
With her body temperature rising and her vaginal walls becoming extremely sensitive, her slick arousal had already thoroughly moistened the area. When Yoo Eon’s long fingers hooked into a curve and gently scraped down the wall toward her belly—
"Agh…?!"
—Trickle…
She reached a climax with shocking ease.
"Iris, does it feel good?"
"…Not really. I didn't climax."
What was he going to do if she just said she didn't? She nonchalantly turned her head away with a huff, acting coy. However, it was a completely ineffective strategy while transparent fluid was gushing onto the bed and her lower body was trembling uncontrollably.
Thus began the battle between Iris, who refused to admit her climax was a defeat, and Yoo Eon, who felt that if the foreplay was unsatisfactory, they couldn't move on to the main event.
"Mmm, mmmph…!!"
—Splash!
With her hips arched in the air and her toes curled tight, Iris squeezed her pillow piteously with both hands, biting her lip hard as she desperately tried to hold back her moans.
Regardless, Yoo Eon—thinking, Iris used to masturbate all the time—wondered if this wasn't enough to satisfy her and continued to ruthlessly toy with her pussy.
Nearly half the bedsheet was already drenched and stained with Iris’s fluids. Unlike when she did it with her own hand, the stimulation didn't stop even after she climaxed.
Iris’s folds turned bright red, and as she approached each peak, the pleasure became so violent it bordered on pain, feeling as if it would travel up her spine and incinerate her brain.
"Hi, hiuuu…."
Just moments ago, Iris had been trying to figure out how to maintain the dominant position in this bedroom war, but after experiencing pleasure that felt like her brain was being seared by a taser, those thoughts vanished completely.
One by one, the pages of the romance in her head turned until only the erotic novels about a woman’s body being conquered by merciless pleasure remained.
—Flick, flick…
"Agi-iit…!!!"
When the tips of Yoo Eon’s fingers brushed past Iris’s nipples through her thin silk bra, she erupted with more fluid than ever before.
—Gush…!!
Since Iris’s attic was essentially a subspace, there was no risk of dehydration, but such violent pleasure was bound to make one’s consciousness snap.
Due to the intense trembling, her bra had slipped down, exposing the hidden weaknesses she had been guarding so closely to the air.
Iris’s nipples, slightly plumper and more prominent than average and a pale pink hue, were now fully revealed. No longer able to hold back her moans, she buried her face in the pillow—an excellent soundproofing agent—and let them out.
—Press…
"Hu, huuunng…!!!!"
With her long, slender, snow-white legs spread wide in a lewd display, she shook her hips up and down frantically, spraying her essence.
It’s like a button.
Just by lightly pressing or pinching Iris’s nipple, as if pulling a trigger, enough moisture was released to raise the room's humidity by about three percent.
This should be enough.
To Yoo Eon, Iris seemed sufficiently warmed up. Of course, that was just his perspective; in reality, Iris had already experienced climaxes dozens of times more intense than her usual self-satisfaction sessions.
—Squish…
As Yoo Eon pushed his glans against Iris’s folds, which were swollen from the excessive moisture, her hips shuddered violently, and a warm tide sprayed forcefully onto his abdominal muscles.
—Splatter…
"Iris, I’m going in now."
Iris was now speechless. After spraying for a long time, her plump buttocks finally sank back onto the bed with a wet squelch. She let out a smirk, her mouth still buried in the pillow.
"Weakling."
She had endured well. It was a declaration of victory from Iris, who believed she had won by keeping her face buried in the pillow. Yoo Eon, thinking it was just a playful remark, began to proceed with what he had to do.
His thick cock pushed roughly between Iris’s tightly closed, moist, and swollen folds, forcing its way inside.
The warm, wet vaginal walls squeezed him from every direction. His glans pushed past each internal ridge like a row of falling dominoes.
"Ugok!?"
Startled by the overwhelming sensation, Iris tossed aside the pillow that had been obscuring her vision to grasp the situation.
It’s inside.
The hot pillar had forced its way through her plump walls, filling her to the very end. So this is what real intercourse feels like. She stared up at Yoo Eon’s face, her eyes wide with an uncharacteristic expression.
"Is… is it all the way in?"
Thinking it might be another provocative question like her earlier "weakling" comment, Yoo Eon gave a small smirk. In reality, Iris had simply asked because she was genuinely shocked.
"Not yet."
"Ah."
—Grip…!
Yoo Eon grabbed Iris’s wide hips, which stood in stark contrast to her thin waist, and pulled her down toward him as if slamming a toy against his lap.
In an instant, her cervix was crushed as her internal walls were forced to accept the rest of his length. Iris’s lean lower abdomen bulged outward, the protrusion visible even from the outside.
"Ugh, hek."
After a split-second delay, the pleasure pierced through her central nervous system and reached her brain.
"Ngooooooook—!!!?!!?!!"
Because his cock was so thick, the fluids trapped inside her could not escape and instead came gushing out all at once. Strength surged into her toes, and her long legs stretched out stiffly. Her fingertips curled as she barely managed to grab and wring the bedsheets.
—Pshhhhhhh!!!!
It was as if her head was being struck by a hammer of pure pleasure. Due to the unprecedented feeling of fullness, Iris’s thin belly skin repeatedly bulged and retracted with every movement he made.
"Kyat, ugh…!! Uuuuung…!!!!"
Just in case, she had even learned magic to halve the pleasure. She had even tested its effectiveness a couple of times while masturbating. She was supposed to be the seductive ruler on this bed, overwhelming the Emperor of Sinew she had feared so much.
She had never planned to be lying on the bed with her belly exposed, letting out such pathetic, lewd moans that invited ridicule.
"U-uaaaahhh…!!"
When Iris eventually burst into tears, covering her face with her arms, a startled Yoo Eon stopped his ferocious thrusting and looked down at her.
"I-Iris…?"
"You're mean… uaaaah…."
He was flustered. This made him feel like a villain violating an innocent woman’s virginity. Of course, that wasn't actually the case, but he wasn't the type of person who could continue seeking his own pleasure while a woman suddenly burst into tears during the act.
"Iris? Are you okay?"
He wondered if this was really the same Iris who was usually so blunt and expressionless.
"You're… you're mean… You weren't… gentle…!! This is… this is my first time…!!!"
Whatever she was so resentful about, she reached out with her weak arms to pinch Yoo Eon’s cheeks and pull his hair. Even that didn't last long; after a few attempts, her arms fell limp onto the bed from the sheer exhaustion of her climaxes.
Yoo Eon was quite taken aback as he watched Iris sob sorrowfully while sprawled out on the bed.
"I-Iris…."
Hadn't she just claimed her experience count was ten billion? Though she did admit that was just the number of times she’d read books and masturbated.
Eventually, Yoo Eon wrapped his arm around Iris’s waist and lifted her up. He sat back against the headboard and placed her on his lap.
"Iris. Are you calm now?"
"I don't know…."
Yoo Eon’s massive phallus, which had yet to ejaculate even once, acted as a sturdy backrest against the cleft of Iris’s buttocks. Iris sobbed weakly in his arms.
After a few minutes, she seemed to have calmed down, as she slowly lifted her torso to create some distance.
"Why are you only mean to me?"
"Pardon…?"
"I bet you were all lovey-dovey and sweet with the other women. But you only bully me."
"No, not particularly…."
Yoo Eon briefly reflected on his past memories. Lovey-dovey? He wasn't sure about that, but the bed was usually a bit sticky afterward. It didn't seem much different from how it was with Iris.
"It was mostly the same…."
"…It’s my first time. Be a hundred times gentler."
When Iris made her quiet protest with a pouty lip, Yoo Eon nodded.
"Iris, then I’ll begin."
Her legs were now so weak she couldn't move on her own. While holding her in his arms, Yoo Eon gripped her waist and lifted her, slowly sliding her back down starting from the tip.
"U-uugh…."
"Are you okay?"
He filled her very slowly, calmly, and quietly. However, because the speed was so slow, her vaginal walls ended up vividly memorizing Yoo Eon’s size and shape, which had the side effect of making her climax once more during the insertion.
"Huuu…!"
Ultimately, Iris was safely guided down until she was fully nestled in Yoo Eon’s arms, with his length buried deep enough to press against her cervix.
"How should I… should I move?"
"D-don't move."
She felt like she might climax again from the mere vibration of his breathing. Her extremely sensitized internal folds were tightly bunched together, squeezing Yoo Eon’s member; staying still provided the perfect tempo of pleasure for her.
Whenever she occasionally sniffled, the vibration made her cervix quiver, causing her to reach yet another peak.
"U-uuugh…."
How long had they stayed like that, embracing each other in silence? Eventually, Iris, overcome by the repeated waves of exhaustion, drifted into a peaceful sleep.
"Well, I’ll be…"