Chapter 40
Chapter 40
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 40
Chapter Title: Na-young's First Experience
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An empty classroom that no one sought out unless something special came up.
"Ahhng! Ahng...! Aaahng!"
Her skirt hiked up, panties shoved aside, ass thrust way back as she lay bent over the desk—a beautiful girl was getting pounded mercilessly by a boy her age.
Her name was Na-young Han.
From the day she enrolled up to now, she'd unwittingly stolen the hearts of countless boys with her taken body, a wicked temptress through and through.
To punish a girl like that, I was thrusting my hips for all I was worth.
At first, she'd been in agony, desperately praying for this ordeal to end as soon as possible.
But at some point, the pain had vanished entirely, and she'd turned into a lewd whore begging for more.
"Haa... I'm... gonna cum...!"
As I raced toward the finish, my hips snapped forward at a blistering pace.
And soon enough, buried to the hilt right up against her womb, I came.
"Haa... haa......"
Na-young let out ragged breaths.
Her arms, no longer able to support her slutty frame, gave out completely, and she collapsed face-first onto the desk.
"Feel good?"
I brushed the long hair covering her face aside and asked.
"Heh... yeah... it was good... What about you, Ji-hoon?"
"Of course. Felt great for me too."
"Heh......"
She was so spent she couldn't even twitch a finger, but hearing that she'd satisfied me brought a dopey grin to her face.
"Gotta clean up... but I got no strength left......"
"No wonder. We'll skip it today."
"Yeah......"
Whenever we finished, Na-young's post-sex cleanup blowjob was a given.
But today, I let it slide.
Not that it was our first time having sex or anything.
Ever since that first go, I'd been ravaging her body every single day.
Not just once a day either—I'd drag her to some secluded spot before school if time allowed, toy with her, and fuck her senseless.
During lunch break when we had some free time, like today, we'd scarf down food, ditch the trio trying to hang with us, and hole up somewhere deserted for sloppy, sweaty sex.
And finally, thanks to my parents being too swamped with work to come home, we'd go at it from evening straight through till dawn.
So while I was fine, Na-young had to be exhausted beyond belief.
Nod... nod...
Having barely straightened her clothes, Na-young sat slumped in a chair, her head bobbing as she dozed off right away.
"Maybe hold off on tonight...?"
I muttered as I wrapped the cum-filled condom in tissue.
Of course I wanted to ravage her again tonight, but in this state, she'd probably collapse from overexertion.
It was kinda funny—passing out from sex overwork, not actual labor—but it worried me too.
Because even I had limits. Take three loads a day, every day, and even my body would feel the strain eventually.
If it were really too much, I'd know—something like the sharp tug in my lower half after three rounds in a row, or whatever.
But I was raring to go.
Hell, I was itching because I couldn't cum more.
"Sigh... What the hell?"
I had no clue why.
Whatever had turned me into some superhuman sex machine, I couldn't figure it out.
All I could chalk it up to was that whatever being had regressed me for me had granted that wish too.
My usual fantasies were all about going back in time, raking in cash, claiming every beauty as my woman, and living a debauched life.
So maybe it'd upgraded my stamina on its own. That's what I figured.
Not like I knew the truth anyway—speculating wouldn't help unless it told me straight up.
I just stared blankly at Na-young's sleeping face, sprawled over the desk with her head turned to the side, breathing softly.
How was this real? No makeup, no filters or edits—just her actual face.
And the fact that it was flushed and wrecked from sweaty, sloppy sex made it even harder to believe.
"Mm......"
I carefully swept her hair back so I wouldn't wake her.
"I love you, Na-young."
I whispered the words to her sleeping form and pressed a kiss to her forehead.
Like she had a sixth sense for my lips, she broke into the cutest grin.
*
Once the school day wrapped up, we headed to the park.
"Ugh... I don't wanna........."
Chae-yeon grumbled, radiating her utter disdain for exercise.
She'd always been slim to begin with, barely any fat to lose, so I figured two months tops to hit her goal weight.
But nope—even busting her ass working out, she kept scarfing down what I bought her, so her weight was holding steady.
That's why Chae-yeon, who'd sworn to slim down quick and ditch the annoying workouts, still showed up at the park with us today.
And she wasn't alone.
"Wanna... run for it?"
Mi-jin timidly floated the idea to Chae-yeon.
"That's genius... Right, Eun-bi?"
"Uh, yeah...? N-no... I'm good......"
Eun-bi shook her head.
"Eek...! Eun-bi, you're betraying us?"
"Betraying? I just... If I keep eating this much without exercising, I'll turn into a total pig......"
The days of staring longingly at treats she couldn't afford and forcing herself to pass were long gone.
With me as their walking wallet and pushover, the three of them never had to hold back anymore—just ask me to buy whatever craving hit.
"......."
Mi-jin wordlessly dropped her gaze to her own belly.
She stroked the shyly protruding pooch and let out a long sigh.
"Can't cut back on eating anyway... Might as well exercise......."
She had zero confidence in dialing down her portions, so she lamented her constitution that packed on pounds with every bite.
"Hang on, why're you plotting an escape right in front of me?"
Thinking about it, it was hilarious.
In a way, I was on Na-young's side, the one forcing them to work out.
"Dee-heot?!"
Chae-yeon scrunched one eye shut, stuck out her tongue, and bonked herself on the head with her fist.
It was adorable, sure, but exercise was exercise.
I shoved the three playing dumb despite Na-young's calls to their feet and pushed them onward.
Eventually, the trio fell in line with Na-young's brutal workout routine.
Na-young teaching them moves, the three following along, and Hee-ra noona too.
"Tch."
Out of the five girls, only one had stolen my gaze completely—Na-young. I smacked my lips.
After I'd fucked her senseless at lunch today till she passed out cold.
She'd slept through every afternoon class and break with her head down, so by evening now, she was full of pep.
Just watching her like that had my dick straining to stand at attention.
I could practically see it: Na-young lost in ecstasy, lewd as hell, flickering before my eyes.
Her sweat-soaked clothes clinging to those perfect curves.
Her hot breath and moans right in my ear.
I swallowed hard, staring vacantly at Na-young as she led the workout.
I pictured the secrets hidden under her gym clothes.
Bite marks and hickeys from my teeth and lips still scattered across her full breasts and body.
And for good measure, since I hadn't cleaned her pussy completely after creaming inside—wait, no, condom—but cum dripping down anyway.
Aah. I was getting worked up.
Luckily, with five girls focused on their routines and no one else around, nobody spotted my bulging pants from my filthy park fantasies.
"Sigh... What was Na-young's cycle again?"
I resolved to go raw next time and try a proper creampie.
Which meant I needed her period schedule.
I hadn't paid much attention, so even ransacking my memory turned up nothing.
"Ugh... I'm dying......"
As I pondered Na-young's cycle intently, Chae-yeon waddled over.
"Wallet Guy......"
"I'm busy. Why don't you go exercise way over there."
'What's up?'
"Wallet Guy, that doesn't match what you're thinking."
Chae-yeon nailed it, flashing a sly grin as she poked my gut.
"Whatever. So, Wallet Guy, how was it?"
"How was what?"
Her face flushed beet red at the awkward topic, hesitating before she spilled.
"Y'know... you and Na-young... that... sex."
"......"
The kid just blurts it out of nowhere.
Na-young was the boss for workouts, but when it came to this stuff, Chae-yeon was like her mentor—probably why Na-young spilled every detail after we fucked.
"Don't sweat it. It's just between us. Mi-jin and Eun-bi don't know."
Looks like Na-young had only secretly told Chae-yeon.
And Chae-yeon, seeing no need to broadcast it, hadn't looped in her close pals.
"Anyway, spill. How was it, Wallet Guy? Good?"
"Uh... yeah. It was good. Happy now?"
"Eheheheh. Wallet Guy, you're a total perv. Or should I say Na-young is? Either way, you two match perfectly—it's a sight."
She slapped my back heartily, laughing it up.
"If you take her first time and then dump her or make her cry, I won't let it slide. Got it?"
She laid into me like she was Na-young's mom.
"Won't happen, so relax."
Who in their right mind would kick away Na-young's endless love?
Especially when she was cool with me having other girls.
"Heh. I'll hold you to that, Wallet Guy."
For some reason, Chae-yeon's face held a flicker of envy and bitterness.
Pulling off nonchalance, she waved and headed back to her workout.