Graduation
The setting of this novel is Earth in a parallel dimension.
Lee Yun-hui...
A woman with no merits beyond the thrill of fucking my homeroom teacher.
Of course her face was soft and round, and she was beautiful. Not quite celebrity material, but a solid beauty among ordinary people.
“Your juices are flowing? You’re turned on, aren’t you?”
Slick fluids dripped steadily.
Whatever she had been thinking while she held her pussy open, she was still leaking even now.
“Huk… please…”
She looked down to confirm it, then shook her head hard, still refusing to accept reality.
I stepped closer, stroked my cock a few times until it stood rock-hard, then lifted her, flipped her over, and laid her down.
She immediately raised her knees, hands behind her back exactly as ordered, and spread her pussy open.
“Heh… you keep saying you hate it, but look at you spreading that cunt.”
“No… this isn’t… you said it was a command…”
“Does saying so make everything okay?”
I pressed down on her waist. Her body folded with surprising flexibility.
That small, raised ass. Skin pure white without a single blemish—I liked it.
Slap
She trembled.
A wet gush.
I had only spanked her ass, yet her pussy fluttered and shot out more fluid.
Yun-hui… had a masochistic streak too.
She sobbed as she realized it herself.
Sadism and satisfaction rose together inside me.
If I hadn’t received these abilities from the Constellation, I never could have taken revenge on this bitch.
Kim Ian. Lee Yu-ra, Lee Yun-hui, Kim Ji-yeon, So Mi-jin, and even Han Ju-ae were all your women in the future. The method of obtaining Kim Ji-yeon and Lee Yun-hui is identical. Blackmail by email, summoning them—everything. You abused them harshly enough that your revenge was more than sufficient.
“What?”
I spoke toward empty air without thinking. Yun-hui turned to look at me, puzzled.
I had no room to check her expression. Jini’s words had hit me too hard.
Seo A-jeong, Park Hyeon-ju, and Jo Eun-hui were also your women. And for certain reasons, you raped every woman on your mother’s side of the family, broke them in, and kept them living with you. Even the women Go Sun-jeong brought…
Raped them?
What the hell had happened? Curiosity burned, then my thoughts jumped to Hye-yun.
Then… what about Hye-yun and Jeong-mi… Emily… Ji-yu?
Most of them were not completely unconnected to you, but they were never your wives. Of course you had some involvement with Go Hye-rim and Jeong Hyeon-jin as well, but they were never wives either.
I felt sorry for my future self.
Hye-yun, Jeong-mi, Ji-yu, Emily, Hye-rim, Hyeon-jin—he had failed to claim every truly beautiful one as a wife.
What about my uncles? They just sat still?
Five years later you kill them all. After hearing the news of your father’s death and returning from the funeral… that is when it happens. Over the inheritance.
Inheritance.
Father’s funeral.
If they had pissed him off over money in that situation, every accumulated grudge could have exploded at once. That made sense.
And the bitches?
Including Park Ju-mi, they all commit suicide within a year. Han Ju-ae was lucky—Hwa-ryun found her while coming and going to check on Lee Ji-yu, and the Aegwi was driven off.
If I had never intervened, Ji-yu might have stayed tightly bound for another five years.
So Hwa-ryun would have been frequenting that area often enough that running into Han Ju-ae was not strange at all.
But… how is that even possible? They were raped, so how…
Your vitality was already strong by nature. After receiving a certain ability, even women you raped ended up submitting almost the way they do now. That is how you built such a massive harem… That is as far as I can go. The Constellation has issued a stop order.
Thank you. If it was a harem… how many women were there?
[…]
Jini’s voice cut off completely.
Then just answer this one thing. How do I recognize my future women?
Except for the women you have already acquired, a blue light will briefly shine above their heads. You did not like every single one of them, so treat it as reference only.
Thank you.
Not the kind of conversation you want while your cock is standing at full attention.
Looking at Yun-hui’s rear, I had been wondering how I would have vented this rage if the Constellation had never given me these powers—then Jini’s words arrived.
I offered fresh thanks to the Constellation. Because it had let me meet Jeong Hye-yun.
Just that one gift—meeting Hye-yun—was worth a hundred thank-yous and more.
And through Hye-yun came Jeong-mi, Hye-rim, Hyeon-jin, Ji-yu, Na-yeon… every last one of them beautiful women handed to me in a chain.
I offered a brief prayer of gratitude, then focused again on the trembling Yun-hui.
She shivered.
I stroked the red handprint still blooming on her ass and set my cock against her pussy once more.
I pushed in—then sensed something wrong and immediately recalled the pleasure-transfer skill.
Idiot… I left it on… tsk…
I had been so rattled by Jini’s words that I never turned the pleasure transfer off.
Pain converted straight into pleasure for Yun-hui.
“Hwaaaang!!!!”
She twisted around, eyes round as saucers.
She had clearly braced for searing agony, face already scrunched—then her eyes went instantly slack and a raw moan tore out of her.
Fluid already poured out.
I hesitated a second, then locked eyes with her.
“…How is it? Want me to give you pain like Ji-yeon?”
She struggled with the choice, thinking hard.
I stirred my cock once inside her. Her eyes went completely soft. She bit her lip as if deciding something, then cried out:
“No!!!!”
Well now?
I wondered if she would accept even this.
“What’s it going to be? Take one last painful fuck and we’re done? Or quit teaching, take 1.5 million won a month, and live as my bitch?”
“…I’ll live as your bitch. Hurry… hurry… fuck me. This is sex…”
Crazy.
She had not refused because of the pain.
She was clearly begging to be fucked and muttering the word “sex.” She had surrendered to pleasure—after a single thrust?
Far too fast compared to the other women.
Do not waste mental energy on a bitch. She was already on the verge of a mental collapse from watching Ji-yeon.
Ah… thank you.
Part of the reason I offered her the housekeeper life was simple laziness.
If Yun-hui and Ji-yeon stayed at that school, trouble would eventually explode. So I would make them quit teaching and keep them myself.
I had bought their teaching positions with money—massive leverage.
Only So Mi-jin and the academic affairs chief supposedly knew, but someday it would become a problem. Maybe one day she would end up spreading her pussy for the vice-principal the same way she had today.
Only the head of my cock was inside her tiny pussy.
She kept trying to push her ass back for more pleasure; I held her hips firmly in place.
I just smirked. Hearing that I had abused them in the future had already drained a good portion of my anger.
I had no idea what kind of abuse it had been, but seeing how she liked being hit made me think I had probably trained her the same way I trained Na-yeon—beating her with tools until she broke.
Slap
I spanked her ass hard again.
Her pussy clamped tight and she shuddered violently.
Her expression grew even more lewd.
“So you like getting hit, you little pervert?”
“Hahk… no. I… just found out…”
Perverts are everywhere.
Since it had come to this, I decided to simply accept it.
I slowly pushed my cock deeper. Her eyes half-lidded, mouth open, and she let out another sound.
“Ahk!!! Ian, hit me.”
“Call me Master first. And a bitch doesn’t give me orders. Remember that.”
“Yes… Master.”
Slap
The head of my cock caught on her hymen. The spank only made the pleasure sharper; she sobbed with it.
“Hahk… haa… thank you.”
Quick on the uptake…
Hearing her thank me after a spank left me briefly speechless, but I tore through her hymen and drove my cock in hard and fast.
“Hwaang!!! Master. Your huge cock feels so good!!!! If I get broken in here I’ll turn into a total slut. Make me your personal slut, Master.”
Wow… people really change this fast?
Lee Yun-hui had always talked a lot, and her personality had never been particularly pleasant.
But this crude slut-talk was still bizarre.
Unlike Ji-yu, the filthy words did nothing for me.
“Oh? A bitch gets a crotch tattoo and piercings too. Think you can handle that?”
“Yes… ahang… I like it. Just imagining it feels good.”
My cockhead forced its way through the gap beneath her cervix.
I lifted her clean off the ground. She flailed and rubbed her back against my chest.
I carried her to the desk; she planted her legs on it herself.
I smirked and started rotating my hips.
Spinning…
A tearing sensation rose from her virgin pussy. She leaned her head harder against me and sobbed.
“Haa!!! Ahk… ah!!! Hwaaang!!!”
“That good? Your student’s cock?”
“Yes… my student’s cock feels so good.”
I whispered right against her ear and she answered instantly.
“From now on, no panties and no bra. Pants are fine. Not that those fried-egg tits of yours would show through a bra anyway…”
“Hwaang!!! I like it.”
She reacted to exposure too.
Pain, exposure—a complex little pervert.
I clicked my tongue, gripped her pelvis, and pulled my cock back.
Her tiny cunt scraped along the head as I withdrew; she trembled harder.
“Huk!!! Master. Fuck me hard, hard. And you can give me pain like Ji-yeon… if you want. Just do it like this sometimes…”
Completely unfocused eyes stared up at me as she volunteered for pain.
She had realized she got off on pain and was asking me to turn the pleasure transfer off so she could feel it properly.
Off.
The moment I killed the skill she screamed.
The difference was that pleasure had already started, so the scream was thick with moans.
“Aaaa!!!!!! Ahk!!!!!!! This is… ah!!!!”
Thrust—smack!!!
“Kkeuk!!!!! Haang!!!!!”
No sign of fainting. She was feeling both pleasure and pain with every thrust.
I grabbed her shaking thighs, lifted her, and turned so we faced the bed.
Thrust—smack smack!!!! Wet slap!!!
“Kkeuang!!! Kkeuk!!! Ahhuh!!!!”
Obscene sounds filled the room. She arched her head all the way back and screamed as she climaxed.
“I’m cumming!!!! Hwaaaaang!!!!!”
I smirked, set her down, and let the urge to come build.
Hot semen blasted through my urethra and flooded her womb.
Spurt—wet slap
“Haa!!!! Master…”
Face buried in the mattress, she looked back at me.
She rubbed her belly with eyes full of coquettish satisfaction.
◈ Calculation Lv.5
Calculation… hmm… a completely useless ability…
I pulled out with a wet sound.
“Ahk…”
The instant my cock left her she leaned in on her own and started eating the semen.
Slurp, slurp… she put her mouth on it, eyes wide with surprise, then greedily swallowed. I left her to it, sat on the edge of the bed, and waited.
“How about I open your ass right now too?”
“Slurp… yes.”
She hurriedly finished sucking, then got back on all fours and spread her ass cheeks herself.
Hard to believe this was the same woman who had been crying and begging earlier. I smirked and moved in.
The pain was enormous, yet ironically that pain felt good.
When Master’s huge cock punched through my throat and I was choking, at some point my airway seemed to open and fresh air poured in through my skin.
An incomprehensible phenomenon.
Humans breathing through skin? It made no sense, yet it still felt good.
After he finished ravaging my ass he called it a “throat-cunt opening ceremony” and laid me on the bed.
Then I was hanging upside-down with his cock still buried in me. Master chuckled and started licking my pussy; gratitude flooded me.
I’m happy… so happy… he even said he’ll take care of the debt…
Escaping the teaching job that had always kept me on edge felt this liberating.
Even if 1.5 million won a month was pathetic pay, living in his house would save me rent and food money.
And who knew a throat could be such an intense erogenous zone?
The sensation of his cock driving through my throat and then pulling back out was overwhelming.
Gulp… ghk…
Strange wet sounds filled the air.
I squeezed my throat as hard as I could, and when that still felt insufficient I grabbed my own neck and choked myself to please him.
Since I was no longer actually suffocating, everything felt easier.
I climaxed again almost immediately. At the same moment I felt his urethra pulse inside my mouth. He was about to shoot that delicious semen straight into my stomach.
Warmth flooded my esophagus, then I could taste the remaining semen while still holding his cockhead in my mouth.
Ah!!!
I swallowed without even time to savor it. He laid me back on the bed.
Slurp, slurp.
I took hold of his cock and licked off every last drop, then vacuumed the rest with a deep blowjob until nothing remained.
A presence nearby made me glance sideways—Yu-ra… Yu-ra was kneeling there watching.
Slap slap
He patted my cheek. Reluctantly I released the head. He spoke to me.
“Call Ji-yeon and go upstairs. Fifth floor will do.”
“Yes… Master.”
Master turned toward Yu-ra. She stared at his cock with trembling eyes and kept swallowing hard.
So Yu-ra’s a pervert too…
Like recognizing like. Once I accepted I was a pervert myself, I could spot it in her instantly.
I smiled shyly, gathered my clothes, bowed to him, and left the room.