Date
The setting of this novel is Earth in a parallel universe.
Squelch. Grind. Squelch. Grind.
A massive ass rose and fell right before my eyes. She braced herself against my glowing thighs while I lay flat on my back, grinding her hips down hard. Unlike the other women, her hips were packed with muscle, looking even firmer and springier.
“Mmm… ah…”
“You can’t stop, can you, Bitna?”
Emily, who had been licking my chest, spoke while watching Bitna’s back.
“Yes… haah…”
Grind, grind.
The force of her grinding far outstripped any of the other women. At first she had come down with measured strength, but now she was slamming herself down as if she meant to snap my cock in half. A dizzying jolt kept racing through the head of my dick.
I closed my eyes, laced my fingers behind my head, and let every muscle in my body go slack—so I could sink completely into the sensation.
Women really are all the same.
I smirked.
The wet pull on my chest vanished. A long, sucking pressure closed around my right big toe; Emily must have crawled down there.
Grind…
I briefly considered the fallout of claiming Bitna, then shrugged it off. What was done was done. Any vicious stalkers who showed up could simply be funneled straight into prison the moment they appeared.
From now on, whenever you register a marriage, a weak recognition-hindering magic will be applied to your women.
What? What kind of…
Even magic no longer surprised me. Still, I wanted the details. “Recognition-hindering magic” didn’t paint a clear picture.
Any man who harbors affection for one of your women will be completely unable to remember her address. Should he try to follow her, the moment he exceeds one hundred meters he will mistake some other man for his target and chase that man instead. A simple spell. I have also layered affection magic on top of it, so afterward he will simply keep pursuing that other man.
Ah… yes. Thank you.
I offered a silent prayer of condolence. The image of those stalkers growing more and more frantic, then eventually terrorizing some random guy’s house, made me snicker.
“Bitna. Want to live in Seoul?”
She froze mid-grind.
“Haah!!! Yes… I have to start living in Seoul this week anyway for the Taereung Athletes’ Village…”
“No. Live in Seoul forever. Register the marriage with me. You’ll only be harassed by stalkers if you stay in Incheon, right?”
“Hahk… yes.”
I vaguely remembered an article saying she already lived apart from her parents because of the stalkers, so moving to Seoul permanently wouldn’t be much of a burden.
“Oh my, our Bitna looks so happy that Master is going to register the marriage with her?”
“Ahang!!! Yes!!!”
That still amazed me. No matter how hard I fucked them, none of them ever refused a marriage registration.
Bitna’s pussy clamped down hard around my cock and began to tremble; she was clearly about to climax.
“Hwaang… this…”
I deliberately ramped up the urge to cum. The thought of tasting the combination of a true myeonggi and an elite athlete made my balls tighten harder than usual.
“Master. May I clean Bitna’s pussy?”
“Go ahead.”
Squelch, squelch.
“Haang… haang!!! Haaaang!!!”
Violent convulsions seized her. Her pussy wrung my cock without mercy as semen surged up the urethra and flooded her depths.
Pushoot. Pushoot.
Confirming Running Talent 9 from Kim Bitna.
Acquiring Running Talent 5.
Even through the rush of orgasm a faint regret lingered. Had I never possessed any running talent of my own?
Kim Ian, you possess Soccer Talent 9. If the running component contained within that soccer talent must be quantified separately, it equates to roughly Talent 6.
Ah…
Hearing “soccer talent” made the absence of a pure running talent suddenly make sense. Running was inseparable from soccer.
For now, pull from other talents and push running up to 11.
Understood. Cooking and flower-arrangement talents have been reduced to limit level 1.
Ah… yes.
Throughout the entire ejaculation Bitna’s body had gone completely still. That was probably why I drifted into thought for a full minute. Only when the last spurt ended and a raw, hypersensitive pulse hit the glans did I open my eyes again.
“Ucha…”
I sat up fast, wrapped my arms around Bitna, and flipped her face-down onto the bed.
“Haang…”
Squelch—pop…
Semen sticking to skin is never ideal…
I could have simply lifted her off and pulled free. That would only have let the cum drip onto her belly or thighs, though, so I avoided it.
A thick trickle ran out.
Emily was already staring at Bitna’s gaping pussy from the side. The moment I rose she dove straight onto it.
“Haak!!! Unnie…”
Slurp, suck, suck.
I opened the hotel minibar, pulled four or five water bottles from subspace in rapid succession, and set them on top of the fridge. Then I drained three of them one after another.
Gulp. Gulp. Gulp.
“Unnie… no… it’s too sensitive… haang hang!!!!”
Suck, suck, slurp.
Emily ignored every protest and kept devouring Bitna’s pussy. Judging by the screams, Bitna had already hit a second climax.
She must be craving the strap…
At some point watching Emily and Ji-yu fuck other women with a strap-on right in front of me had started to feel awkward, so I had ordered them never to do it while I was watching. That was why Emily still hadn’t pulled the secret weapon she always kept in her bag. The second I left the room she would no doubt mount Bitna with it.
“Slurp… haa… Bitna, can you feel how your pussy has changed?”
“Haeng!!! Yes…? What…”
“There’s something special. You’ll understand the next time Master fucks you.”
Emily’s words reached me; I smirked and walked around behind her.
Emily was draped over Bitna’s prone body, only her own ass raised high. I seized that raised pelvis. She immediately swayed her hips, deliberately fluttering her bare little pussy open. Love juice poured from the hairless slit as it twitched, and my cock surged back to full hardness.
Twitch…
“Not yet. First I have to reward hardworking Emily.”
“Ah… Master. Thank you.”
I guided the head between her folds. Her outer lips clamped down greedily. She had already swallowed my cum earlier and spent hours feeling her own body transform; that was why she could speak so knowingly to Bitna.
Bitna twisted her head around, repeatedly swallowing saliva. Emily still held her thighs pinned so she couldn’t move an inch. I caught the flicker of pure envy in her eyes.
“Bitna, wait your turn. Once I’m finished with Emily I’ll open your ass for you.”
“Th… yes…”
“Honey, then… may I ride you cowgirl, Master?”
“Oh… sure.”
At Emily’s request I shifted aside and flopped onto my back. She leaned down and whispered something into Bitna’s ear—now fully aware I eavesdropped, she kept her voice so low I could barely catch fragments.
[…ter …in the cave…ne… put the leaves…]
“Th. Yes.”
Huh—telling her to sit on my face?
From the scraps I pieced together, Emily had just ordered Bitna to plant her pussy on my mouth so the two of them could lace fingers and kiss.
Twitch. Twitch.
The stimulation was vicious. My cock slapped hard against my stomach. Emily saw it and smiled radiantly, then crawled forward on all fours. She teased her breasts along my body as she climbed, finally kneeling astride my lower abdomen with a leg on either side and locking both hands around my shaft.
“Master. I know you don’t particularly enjoy eating pussy… but please.”
“What’s hard about that? It’s not that I dislike it. I just don’t bother when the cock is already enough.”
“Yes. Thank you, Master.”
She gave a bashful little smile, then gripped my cock with her left hand, lined the tip against her entrance, and used her right hand to gently spread herself open.
“Master, you have to make me look nine months pregnant.”
She sank just enough for the head to notch inside, released her hands, and stroked her own belly as she spoke.
“Hm? Hahaha. Got it. I’ll cum every single time you climax… about ten loads enough?”
“Yes…”
Four hundred milliliters of absurd volume. Average newborn weight is 3.5 kg. Factoring in amniotic fluid and everything else, ten loads might still fall short—yet I simply nodded.
A shadow fell across my face as Bitna’s legs brushed past. Her still-slightly-gaping pussy hovered above me; Emily had cleaned it so thoroughly that only clear love juice dripped. The orientation, however, was the reverse of what Emily had intended.
“Bitna. Turn around…”
“Ah… Unnie. Yes.”
She scrambled to reverse herself; in the process the top of her foot scraped my forehead. I chuckled, then locked both of her kneeling thighs in an iron grip with my arms. Her lower body was forced down until lips met pussy.
“Hahk… Master…”
Even the mere brush of my breath inside her made her cry out—she was that sensitive. At the same moment a crushing pressure closed around the head of my cock; anaconda-tight coils of muscle wrapped and squeezed. As expected of a true myeonggi.
“Haang!!! Master. It feels like the first time… hahk…”
Emily’s melting scream made me smirk.
“Ah!!”
The rhythmic clamping of Bitna’s pussy against my mouth was no joke either. Fluttering tremors tickled my lips.
“Bitna, stretch both hands out. Interlock your fingers.”
“Yes, Unnie.”
Looks like I’m not getting any early sleep tonight.
The instant the thought formed, Emily boldly dropped her full weight. I curled my tongue and drove it straight up into Bitna’s pussy to match her.
Vaginal folds coiled around my cock; other folds clamped my tongue with brutal force. The dual sensation was overwhelming.
“Haang!!!!”
“Hwik!!! Haak!!!! Mmph.”
Slurp…
Bitna jerked in surprise, then made a muffled sound—Emily had clearly sealed their mouths together in a kiss. The sight was arousing enough that I snapped my hips upward once and swirled my tongue in a hard, full circle.
“Mmph!!!!”
“Ung!!!!”
Bitna’s pussy crushed my tongue. Realizing this was the first time I had truly tasted this myeonggi with my mouth, I savored every detail. The love juice itself was nearly tasteless and added little excitement, yet gently licking the walls painted a far clearer map than my cock ever could: dense, intricate folds; a diagonal spiral of pressure; and then the distinct raised ridge of her G-spot. I pressed the tip of my tongue hard against it.
“Heup!!!! Slurp.”
Slurp… slurp.
Twitch.
The moment I bore down on the G-spot, Bitna’s entire body began to shudder. The simplest way to force siofuki: keep steady pressure on that spot and every woman, without exception, eventually fires clear water from her urethra. I alternated light and heavy presses with the tip of my tongue. The second I felt her start to seize, I yanked my tongue free and shoved her hips slightly forward.
“Mmph!!!!”
Grind, grind.
Emily, still unaware of Bitna’s state, kept spinning her pelvis rapidly. A sudden shooting sound erupted and a stream of water arced from Emily’s body onto mine.
“Mmph!!!”
“Haang haa… thiiis….”
“Siofuki… Master? Haa. Heut…”
Shoooo.
I laughed. Emily stared for a second, then laughed too, equally incredulous.
Drip.
The warm stream ran down my stomach, but Bitna’s helpless flailing made me haul her ass straight back into place.
“Haang… Master. No… heup… haak haang!!!!”
All playfulness gone, I speared my tongue in and out, mercilessly raking her G-spot. Bitna’s screams filled the room. Emily, still chuckling, resumed rolling her hips.
As expected, the clear liquid tastes sweet… doesn’t seem like urine.
It had definitely come from the urethra, yet it was sweet. Curiosity flickered, then I shoved it aside. A dizzying pulse hit the head of my cock, and Emily’s pussy began to chew and flutter violently—she had hit her peak.
Heighten the ejaculation urge.
My balls convulsed; semen blasted up the urethra and flooded her.
“Haang!!! Haaang!!! Master…”
Suck, slurp…
Almost simultaneously Bitna climaxed as well; her thighs clamped my face like a vise. A thick gush of love juice poured straight into my mouth. I swallowed every drop.
Gulp. Gulp.