A Beautiful World
The world of this novel is set on a parallel-dimension Earth.
Squelch…
Grind, squelch, grind.
"Ha… nngh… ahhk… ahhk… kkh…"
Caught in the magic of Spinning—his hips rotating clockwise—her moans grew louder by the second. The ratio of outright screams had already climbed to roughly half of every sound she made.
With the head of his cock locked beneath her cervix like the sharp point of a compass, the thick pillar of him stirred the whole of her passage, and the tearing sensation was already beginning to fade. After only five full rotations.
"Holding up all right?"
"Ahhk… yes…"
Once he had her answer, he reversed direction without pause, turning slowly counterclockwise. The tearing feeling returned at once; her body seized for a moment, and then the moans spilled out again.
"Ah… ah… ahhk…"
She threw her head back, lost, but with his arms locked around her she could neither rise nor sink. Frustration flickered across her face as she twisted to look at him—only to meet his easy smile. She turned away at once.
And by the time he had completed another five rotations the other way, her screams had overtaken the moans entirely. That strange, gut-churning sensation had crossed over into pure pleasure, and pleasure was beginning to rule her body. The contractions and expansions of her walls quickened; her juices soaked his cock in a warm, slick film.
"Hahng… ah… ahhng… ahhk… ah…"
She seemed to be fighting to swallow the sounds. Quite a lot of shame in her, and a streak of introversion. Making a girl like that scream at the top of her lungs would be entertaining in its own right—but judging by how hard her pussy was chewing on him, climax was not far off.
He pressed hard against the two spots deeper than her G-spot at once, spinning his hips in rapid alternating directions.
"Ah… this… ahhng… Master… something's… aaaaah ahhk… ah…"
Grind, grind, grind—
The tearing sensation was gone completely now. All that filled the room was the wet friction of cock against pussy, juices smearing and squelching between them.
A shudder.
When he crushed those spots and twisted hard, a near-convulsive tremor ran through her and her upper body bucked violently. The moment he released the arm that had been holding her away, her torso sprang up and slammed against his chest. He looped his left arm gently around her belly and spun one last, fast circle.
"Euhhng!!!! Aaaahhng!!!!"
Finally she let out a full scream—her brain clearly drowned in the pleasure of climax. With a swell of satisfaction he felt her whole body shake, and watched her head tip back to rest against his shoulder.
Gonna come for me, aren't you? Once you've settled a little, I'll start the real piston work.
Trembling. Quivering.
He felt every shake of her body as she leaned against him, eyes blown wide and vacant at the peak of orgasm. With the right hand that had been gripping her hips he turned her face and claimed her mouth.
Slurp…
Even with her mind gone, the instant his lips touched hers her tongue wound around his in a frantic kiss.
Slurp… smack…
Pleasure from her mouth and from her sex at once. Her pupils had fully unfocused—blank, idiot eyes. As the kiss continued, those pupils rolled up and vanished under the repeated stimulation; her tongue went still while her body shook violently. Then her mouth fell away.
"Haa… ah!!!!!"
Whether the kiss alone had driven her climax higher, or whether the pillar of him had simply crushed the sensitive spots inside her perfectly, her whole body convulsed even harder. She tried to brace on his arm and arch her back, but the arm wrapped around her stopped her cold.
"This is… haaang!!!!!"
Psshh.
Psshh.
A clear stream jetted once, twice from her urethra—then a full, continuous gush of clear water poured out. Siofuki. She had already climaxed, and with those spots still pressed the reflex fired on its own.
Damn it—should I pull out? This sensitive, she might even…
He regretted the kiss as he watched Dahyun gush a heavy stream of clear water in a full Siofuki. The flow dwindled to a trickle; she rested her head against him, breathing hard. The climax did not seem ready to settle.
"Feel good?"
"…Hh—yes… it feels good."
"Then we're fine. In the film they'll be shooting this—the look of a woman at climax. You'll need to practice not losing your mind, won't you? If you want to look pretty while you go crazy?"
At his question her pupils drifted back down, but they still wouldn't focus; her face was a mess of tears, snot, and spit. If she had stuck her tongue out and gone slack, it would have been a full ahegao.
"But… is that even possible? Feeling this and still holding on to your mind?"
"If you experience climax enough times, it is."
"That…"
[Song Dahyun's POV]
Experience this multiple times? And with less than two months left?
She was afraid.
The pleasure that had crashed over her had been too immense—an experience of losing all control of her own body. Like a third party watching, she had been unable to stop her mouth from screaming or her body from pissing. And yet, under the storm of pleasure that followed, she still wanted to feel that full-body, drug-like tingle every single day.
Can I adapt? Can I endure pleasure that enormous?
She was still lost in that worry when he tightened his arm around her belly and stood up in one motion. Her weight dropped at once; the place where she was impaled on his cock compressed under her own mass, and fierce pleasure surged through her again.
"Haaang!… This is… ah…"
Thud, thud—
With every step her breasts bounced and her body lifted and settled. Her insides churned; just as the sensation edged toward discomfort, the earlier pleasure bloomed again from deep inside her.
Thud.
"Hahhk…"
Thud.
"Haaang…"
Thud.
"Hiiik!!!"
Strength had fled her legs; she swayed like an inflatable doll, and even her arms no longer had the power to grip his. Only her head and neck, reflexively leaning into him against the rising pleasure, stayed in place.
Thud-thud, thud—
"Haaang ahhk… aaa!!"
"You're filthy, Dahyun. Getting off just from me walking…"
You try being in my position… the stimulation is this intense…
The word filthy dragged her drifting mind back; a flicker of resentment toward him rose. But she remembered him saying he liked a lewd body, and she kept the thought to herself.
Then he stopped in front of a door and pushed it open. Her focus was too blurred to see clearly, but the room felt large—and she knew at once it was his master bedroom.
"You're the first woman to sleep in my room. I only moved in today… tch. Jiyu and Emily were looking forward to it so much."
Jiyu?
The name felt somehow familiar—but how many women were named Jiyu? Uneasy as it left her, the name slipped in one ear and out the other. Hearing Emily, she figured he kept foreign women as slaves too. Given the size of the cock she could feel, that almost seemed natural.
The moment he entered the room he spun hard to the right.
"Hahhk…"
The jolt sent pleasure blooming again from the depths of her womb. Then, suddenly, he dropped one arm, caught her dangling leg, and hooked the crook of her knee into the crook of his elbow. When he lifted the other leg the same way she panicked at the thought of falling and flung her arms around his body from behind.
"Why…"
"I'm going to lift-fuck you. My favorite position is anything in the Deulbak family."
"Deulbak?"
Lift-fuck? Deulbak? She couldn't picture it. Her head was too fogged to make sense of what he was saying.
"You'll understand once we do it. What Deulbak means."
He folded his arms hard. With the crooks of her knees crossed over the crooks of his elbows, he locked them tight. Stability returned at once—and then his hands closed firmly over her breasts.
The image formed. It was an unbearably shameful posture: knees nearly folded against her torso, body hanging low, and her breasts gripped tight in his hands—from which, strangely, pleasure was already blooming in soft, warm waves.
"Ah!"
"Your tits are erogenous zones too, huh."
They're not, though…
When she masturbated alone, rubbing her breasts had never produced anything she would call real sexual pleasure. This unfamiliar sensation left her flustered.
Knead, squeeze—
The way he worked them was nothing like her own palm-on-nipple self-touch. He moved across every surface as if hunting for sensitive spots, then ground her nipples hard under his palms and swept upward under the lower curve of each breast with firm, deliberate pressure.
"Aaahng!!!"
"Rub your clit with your own hand. It'll feel even better. And you won't fall—I've got your chest locked like this."
"Ahhk… yes…"
His whisper against her ear sent a full-body shiver through her. She did as he said, dropping her right hand to catch her fully erect clit and rub.
A jolt.
Electric thrills rose; the compound pleasure from both breasts, her clit, and the inside of her pussy blew her eyes wide and empty again.
Thud, thud—
He started walking once more. The turn of his body was so dizzying she squeezed her eyes shut and, past any thought of swallowing the sounds, screamed outright.
"Aaahng!!! Aaaa!!! Ahhk!!!"
A halt.
A hard clamp locked into the crooks of her knees; his grip on her breasts shifted from kneading to a crushing hold that pinned her body in place.
What is he about to…
Even this much pleasure left her barely able to think. After climax the sensitivity had only climbed; past dizziness, she felt she might lose consciousness entirely. Fear closed in. If she met pleasure greater than this, she was sure she would become an idiot.
Then she felt the hot mass of flesh that had been grinding deep inside her slide out with a long, wet pull. It stretched her passage as it withdrew—as if her womb itself were being dragged down—and an enormous wave of pleasure bloomed through her cunt again.
"Hheuk? This is…?"
"Time for real sex, right? The piston work."
His whisper at her ear barely registered. Real sex? Then what had they been doing? And piston work? Piston?
The brief pause in his body felt ominous. She lifted the hand that had been rubbing her clit and clamped it hard around the arm pressing her breasts.
"Here we go!!!"
What—
For an instant her mind blanked.
Something enormous slammed up through her guts; a half-beat later, pleasure bloomed along the path it had taken, raced up her spine, and struck her brain. Everything inside her head went white. Thought itself was wiped clean; only a flashing, sparkling sensation remained.
Is this what they mean by seeing stars?
She saw stars. She had always thought it was just an expression—but real stars were flashing inside her skull…
Squelch—THUD!!!
"…Hheung? Hheung?!!! Hhaaaang!!!!"
What just happened?
Still unable to gather her mind under the overwhelming pleasure, she felt her womb dragged down again—and then something shot back up just as fast.
Ah… piston. Like a car engine…
The two-cylinder, four-cylinder diagrams from tech class floated up; at last the word piston landed with full force. His cock was driving in and out of her pussy like a piston.
And as that piston work grew faster and harder, she couldn't last even ten strokes before another massive wave of pleasure buried her brain and wiped every thought white again.
"Hhaaaaang!!! Hheuk!!! More… more!!!!"