65. The Beast That Repays the Grace with Just That
“Hiiik…! Heut…! Haa, haa…!”
“Come on, we just got started—why are you already sounding like you're dying?”
“Sorry…♥ It's been a while, so I'm not used to it anymore…”
“I told you to work out. Why are you still whining like some third-rate pussy?”
“To be honest… my schedule's been so packed I haven't had time to…”
“That's your problem as manager. Slap!”
“Hooot, ooooooh!!”
Plap plap plap plap plap plap plap plap!!
She's gripping the desk in doggy style. We've switched positions four times now—missionary and side-by-side on the desk before this. Han Jeong-ah's pussy is dripping with the cocktail of cum and juices from my previous loads, splattering thick globs as I line up again.
Her plump hips are raised perfectly, but her upper body keeps threatening to collapse forward. I wanted to pound her energetically as thanks for dressing up so sexy, but the rhythm keeps breaking.
“Dressing up all pretty like this, but whining on the fourth position? That's no fun!”
“Heut! B-but Seon-woo-ssi, your thing is too big…♥”
“Size doesn't matter right now!”
Squelch squelch squelch squelch!
“Ooooooh!!! So intense…! Too strong♥”
Her body shudders and flops forward with a lewd cry. How much kiddie play did she do with her boyfriend that she can't even keep up with this? Well, if we're being precise, it might be more taxing on stamina than before. No bed in sight—no soft mattress—so we're stuck with standing positions, which is a real burden.
I decide to take special measures for this fragile bitch. Slap♥ Slap♥ Slap♥
“Ah! Heut! Haaang♥”
I grab her slim waist, pressing my cock tight against her. Slowing the pace, I thrust deep from behind, slapping her clit with my heavy balls each time. Time to give the delicate manager some ball-smacking service.
Her white back trembles, shoulder blades quivering with each pendulum swing—clearly feeling it.
“Come on, feel those balls slapping your clit? How's it feel?”
“Eut! Ahng♥ ……It, it feels good!”
“Alright, I'll slow down special for you and use my balls to cheer you on—so hang in there. Follow along well, and I'll switch positions like last time.”
“Yesss… I'll try…♥ …Haaang!”
It works—every ball-slap brings a happy smile flashing white teeth. Her plump pussy lips clench tight around me, the manager working hard. I reward her service with more, slowing the tempo and hugging her tight from behind.
Squeezing her tits like I'm milking them, my cock keeps poking her womb. Chomp!
“Haaang…♥”
I sink my teeth into her shoulder, leaving a mark. Giving her all the plays her fiancé never could.
Slap slap slap slap slap slap♥
“Ang♥ Aaang♥ This is good♥”
Cute sounds from the solid ball-smacking. Seeing her so disheveled in front of me gets me even more fired up. I lick the sweat dripping down her ear, keeping up the dirty talk.
“Manager, how many guys have you dated so far?”
“...Huh?”
“Guys. Besides your current boyfriend, there must've been others.”
“I... um...”
She stammers at the sudden question, but spills it when I lick her nape.
“Hng…! Honestly, he's my only one...”
“What? So he's your first boyfriend—long-term, even engaged?”
“……Is something wrong with that?”
“It's a waste, that's what. A beauty like you, marrying after just one guy.”
“Th-that's not true♥”
She shyly tucks her head between her braced shoulders at the airplane compliment. She loves praise but gets embarrassed easily. Her looks back it up, yet she's oddly lacking in confidence.
I pull her cute manager body closer, lifting her from the desk, turning her head for a back-hug kiss. Her lingerie-clad curves and our pounding crotches are on full display.
Rub rub♥
“♥”
My free hand rubs her clit. The stiff nub dances under the stimulation.
Smack… ha. For real. If you'd married me, I'd stuff this thick cock in you every day—such a shame.”
“S-such a…♥”
“Every day, slamming into that prime pussy, making you moan from your pretty lips with nothing but sex. Shame.”
“I'm plenty satisfied now...”
“Really?”
I spread her pussy wider with the fingers teasing her clit on purpose. Her dirty talk sparks imagination—juices flood even more. Obvious she's lying.
“……”
She catches me seeing through her flimsy claim and turns her face away slyly. Is this lie minimal respect for her cheating ass boyfriend, or denial about her bad marriage choice? Only Han Jeong-ah knows.
Chop chop chop chop chop chop chop♥
“Hnnng♥”
“Even if not, dating just one guy at your age? Scary stuff.”
“Is it…?”
“Picture it: if you hadn't met me through Yuna by chance, you'd never taste a thick cock like this. If you'd married rashly and holed up at home, would we be fucking all lovey-dovey like this?”
“……You're right.”
“But luck was on your side, manager.”
“Really?♥”
She takes it straight—meeting me is pure fortune. Well, drooling pussy juice like this, how could it not be?
Time's right—I hug her belly tight. Her pussy clenches happily each tender embrace.
“So, shall we celebrate your luck with some fireworks?”
“Heut…! Another signal coming?”
“Got unlimited access to that manager pussy—gotta use it up. You ready?”
“I'm always ready…♥”
“Then I'll pump a thick load into that cock-loving slutty hole.”
“Yes, please do♥”
Only our second time, but she's obedient, quick to savor cock. Honest with her feelings—love that.
“Slap!”
“Heut!”
Back to doggy, pinning her waist down hard. She can't last long, but positions come quick.
Squelch squelch squelch squelch!
“Hoooooh!”
“Here comes your fourth thick creampie load!”
“Yes! Give it to me, hurry♥”
“No whining! Gonna flood that womb full!”
“O, ooooh! It's coming! Coming! Heut, hnnnngggg!”
Spurt! Splurt splurt splurt! Splurt! …Spuuurt!
Irresponsibly blasting into her pink manager pussy. Now when I say cum, it's always womb-targeted. Spraying sticky baby batter everywhere inside her walls for max survival odds. Defiling the un-pregnant bride-to-be in cum.
“Haa… haa, hup! Haa…”
Post-fuck, she nearly collapses like she's passing out. Doing it without a bed is sneakily inconvenient. I scoop up the limp body of this third-rate cockhouse.
Even on the desk, she flops like dried squid—so I carry her standing, strolling. Suckling her pretty-areola milk bags wakes her in a daze, eyes meeting mine.
“Passing out mid-sex? What're you gonna do?”
“Ah…… Sorry…♥”
I steal her half-smeared red lips in atonement. Slurp slurp—devouring her tongue greedily before chatting.
“Whew. So, can I ask a favor instead?”
“Huh? A favor…?”
“Actually, looking for content for my stream. Can you bridge a collab with Yuna?”
She blanks, pondering. Her dazed eyes sharpen—smart manager mode, separating good sex from business.
Deep thought, then she turns away.
“That might be tricky…”
“Why? Same adult broadcast scene.”
“Even so, Yuna's got an idol image… Sharing screen with you could spark fan backlash and long-term damage.”
Expected answer.
“Got it. Then how about you come on instead?”
“……? Me?”
Eyes wide—total surprise.
“Yeah, my concept's introducing women around me—so any pretty girl works.”
“N-no way! I'm just a normie, nothing special—won't generate buzz like Yuna…”
“No chance. Pretty face, killer body. Truth? I like you more than Yuna.”
I cup her slim jaw, sincere—but she dodges. Comparing to Yuna makes her think it's slick talk; brown eyes flick down-left.
“It's fine, no need to force compliments…”
“For real. Proof: has my cock ever gone soft fucking you?”
“……Nope, never.”
“Hate picking sides, but ripe women like you? My type.”
“……♥”
Face beet-red like she's drunk. Sincerity lands somewhat.
“So, one more proposal—even bigger than collab.”
“Even bigger…?”
I kiss her and whisper.
“Can you quit the pill for me?”
Lips clamp shut. She gets it instantly—heart pounding against me. Unlimited creampies are great, but no pregnancy risk feels empty. Greed swells. Can't just play with prime pussy like this. She's pre-wedding bride—free there—and no way I'm letting some guy claim a womb I manage. My male dominance won't allow it.
Meanwhile, carried Han Jeong-ah mixes thrill and shock. Adulterous proposal pits reason against impulse; she fidgets.
She knows exactly, but asks details.
“Wh-why quit the pill…?”
“Well, marriage soon—need trousseau, kids, family. I can handle some.”
“You mean……”
“Your call, no rush. Tell me later.”
Plump lips quiver. She rests her ringless slender finger on my chest.
“……Okay, I'll think about it…”
First answer's not flat no—it's “I'll think about it.” Grin strains my cheeks. Wise bitch's flirt fuels endless hard-on.
“Said my piece. Up top was plenty—now to the living room bed.”
“I... I can walk.”
“Stay put. Just review my proposal in my arms.”
“……♥”
Boyfriend vs. me. I show sturdy reliability for her seed choice.
“Hoooooh, coming! Again!”
“Here’s another prime baby batter sample.”
“Yes, it's coming in! Warm from that thick cock!”
Proved it in bed. Fucked all night hoping to win the bride-to-be's heart, slept entwined.
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The daytime tangle stretched past dawn. All-day fuckfest. Elf-level stamina and virility. Ended only when I showed fatigue. Too late to go home—overnight it is. Shower together, crash naked in bed.
Under wide blankets, hugging tight in sleep, his words haunt me. That bold proposal circles my mind.
I'm honest, personally. Body's already stolen. Admit it. Just second time, but no other guy'll satisfy like this.
Left: heart. Honestly… no clue. Confusing. Rational voice screams nonsense, but imagining it electrifies my body. Betraying last trust with boyfriend I ditched long ago—yet thighs shiver at the thought.
Never knew I had such filthy desires.
“Snoo… snoo…”
His sleeping face beside me. Not super handsome, but growing on me. Every word sweet like soft candy. Mwah♥ Can't resist pecking his cheek—heart races. Cum-bloated belly burns hot.
Realization: splitting body and heart was wrong premise. Body close, heart follows.
He's growing like a tree in my heart.
“Mm…?”
Stroking his peaceful face, he cracks eyes. Oops—woke him. Kinda sorry.
“...Still up?”
“Yeah… woke up midway.”
“Hm…”
Rubs eyes, then: “Can't sleep? Wanna enjoy a bit more? Stamina recovered?”
“Ah…?!”
Under blankets, he squirms atop me again. Proves tireless—poses instantly. Arms braced by my head, thick rod hardening, rubbing my spot.
Pure steadfast lion vibe.
“Seon-woo-ssi…♥”
This reliability stirs womanly heart. Not thrill of cheating or betrayal—simply like him. Instinct from seeing, feeling, mixing with his cock and acts. As female.
“Here we go~”
Squelch♥ Squelch♥
“……♥”
Night-quiet, he moves slow. Sharing love in hot-blanket cocoon.
Maybe my answer's set.