Jeong Hye-yun

I closed my eyes and began sorting through the knowledge that had flooded my mind.

Soul Engraving?

The moment I came, the knowledge from that dream poured into my head, filling every gap. What had arrived incomplete before was now cleanly, perfectly injected into my mind.

Reincarnation, though?

So reincarnation actually existed.

Keeping your memories across lives seemed like a good thing on the surface, but couldn’t it also be a curse?

Beyond that, the rest of the abilities looked vaguely useful at best.

Mental Protection would probably come in handy in modern society. Just today I’d already lived through more things that defied sober comprehension than I could count.

Still, I wasn’t completely convinced. The way I’d stammered and fumbled during my first meeting with Hye-yun—did that have nothing to do with Mental Protection?

And Purification? Soul Protection? Soul Purification?

Where the hell was I supposed to use any of that?

They felt like skills a priest or spirit medium would cast in some fantasy novel.

Acting?

At least Devour… that one I liked.

The ability I’d taken from Hye-yun was Acting, which didn’t look immediately useful, but even if I never became a professional actor, there would be plenty of moments in daily life when a little performance came in handy.

The fact that Acting existed at all meant I could steal other people’s talents through sex alone.

Sleep with a girl who had a photographic memory and I could snatch memorization skills, academic talent. I could even acquire a gift for making money.

Slurp.

The wet stimulation dragging across my senses yanked me out of my thoughts. Her tongue was working the roof of my mouth again, and I opened my eyes, breaking the kiss.

“Hye-yun, you can still go, right?”

“Hm? …Yeah… just pull out for a second.”

The expression that had been melted into pure pleasure hesitated for a moment.

Did I push her too hard without thinking about her?

Focus returned to her eyes. She gave my body a gentle shove. I sat up on my knees. She carefully lifted herself and began easing my cock out from where it had been buried deep inside her.

Her slender arms trembled violently, as if no strength remained in her body.

“Ah—ngh!”

Pop.

A beautiful sound. There was a wet, squelching undertone mixed in, but that clean pop was pure music.

My gaze locked onto the sight. The head of my cock slipped free completely and slapped against my stomach. Her slightly swollen belly settled. A mixture of semen and a little blood trickled out in a thick stream. Her thoroughly stretched pussy fluttered open and closed.

The cum ran down past her perineum and soaked the sheets.

Filthy. Gorgeous.

Blood surged back into my cock; the veins stood out and it twitched hard.

She stared down at her own pussy for a second, then tore a tissue from the box beside the bed, crawled back over, and took hold of my cock.

“Let me clean this first.”

She cradled it as gently as if it were a priceless treasure and wiped it with careful, devoted strokes.

“No, I can—”

“I’ll do it, okay?”

“All right.”

She set the tissue box aside, cleaned my cock thoroughly, then wiped her own pussy. I reached out to help, but she refused. After dabbing at the mattress as well, she dropped the used tissues and the box onto the floor.

Then she turned her back to me and got on all fours.

Both knees and both hands planted on the bed. The line of her waist and the curve of her hips were breathtaking. I finally understood why ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠painters went insane over the female nude and spent their lives painting it.

I was staring blankly at the view from behind when she twisted her head to look back at me.

“Now… put it in.”

Her face was flushed, but I could also see the exhaustion. In that moment, pity and consideration lost the war to raw lust.

I planted one knee, gripped both of her hips, and drove straight in to the hilt.

“Ah! Aang—feels good—”

I pushed even deeper, aiming for that same spot that had made her scream earlier. The head of my cock forced its way into the tight inner space; her trembling body transmitted every shiver through my hands and my cock, and her moans rose again.

“Haaang. Ian, I’m tired, so just stay like that and move your hips in circles.”

“Like this?”

I clumsily buried the head as deep as it would go and began rolling my hips in slow circles. Her insides clenched and chewed around the head and shaft.

“Haaang!! Ah—ngh. Baby, I love it. We’re dating, right? Hah—”

“Yeah. We’re dating.”

She looked back over her shoulder. Her eyes were half-lidded. She brushed her hair aside and asked if we were really together, and in that instant I thought I saw worry, anxiety, and raw desperation in her gaze.

Squelch, squelch.

I reversed the direction of the slow circles.

“Aaaang!! Baby. You’ll do me again, right?”

“Of course. So if I ask you to, you’ll do it whenever I want?”

She nodded hard.

What was this?

First sex. First girlfriend. Maybe that was why I couldn’t decide whether any of this was normal.

Chaehyang? If the Chaehyang faded, would she change?

A vague fear brushed past me, then vanished just as quickly.

I tried moving left and right, then up and down. Each variation drew a subtly different reaction from her.

Squelch, squelch.

I leaned over her back, cupped her breasts, and kneaded them. Soft, springy flesh. And the constant chewing sensation around the cock I was still grinding inside her.

Everything about this moment was perfect.

“Haang. Aaang. Baby, I think I’m gonna come again.”

“Then come.”

Squelch, squelch.

I sped up the circles. She shuddered violently and let out a long, broken cry.

“Haaaaaang!!!!”

I pressed my entire upper body against her back, chest and stomach flush to her skin so I could feel every tremor. Then I wrapped an arm around her waist and rolled us both onto our sides, still buried inside her.

Something I’d always wanted to try—lying down with my cock still inside.

“That’s enough, Hye-yun. Let’s lie down. Stay like this and talk.”

“Haa—aah! Okay.”

She glanced back, gave me a shy little smile, and nodded. After another orgasm her face was a mess—eyes unfocused, a faint sheen of tears.

We lay spooned together on our sides. Having my cock still buried in her while we lay side by side felt strangely intimate.

I pulled a pillow under my own head, cradled hers with one arm, and rested the other hand near her stomach. Her breathing was still ragged; her belly rose and fell without rest.

For a long while neither of us spoke. At least I simply savored the moment.

“It’s exactly like the videos, Ian.”

“Hm? Oh—the ones you watched?”

Silence stretched for a few more seconds after we settled. Then she spoke first.

Porn.

“The girls who took cocks this big always looked like they loved it. I thought it would just hurt, but it felt good right away.”

“Yeah?”

I briefly considered correcting her misconception, then shook my head. She’d have to visit a men’s bathhouse to understand how wrong she was. And honestly, her misunderstanding was cute.

“Ian, should I go get the laptop?”

She started to sit up. I tightened my arm, pushed my cock a little deeper, and locked her in place.

A little longer.

Just a little more.

I wanted to keep feeling her.

“Aaang—”

“Later. Stay like this for a bit. It feels too good.”

Lying side by side with my cock still inside her, holding her, I felt like I owned the entire world. Hye-yun nodded and squeezed my hand.

“Haang—”

“I told you to rest.”

“I like it too much. I’ll move for you now.”

Her hips began to roll gently. Because I was holding her waist tight, only her ass was moving, yet she still trembled as if the pleasure was intense.

“I’m touched.”

“By what?”

She gripped both of my hands and kept working her hips while she spoke.

“Just now. The way you were careful with me. You didn’t thrust in and out—you just circled your hips. I’m a failure. In the videos they go for two hours straight.”

No, Hye-yun, those are edited. The words almost left my mouth; I swallowed them.

“Heh. Well, I’m touched too. A girl as pretty as you wiping me clean so carefully.”

“Hm? Haang. Hehe. I’ll keep doing it for you.”

Squelch, squelch.

Conversation died again. The one-room apartment filled with nothing but the wet friction of cock and pussy as she ground against me.

“Hye-yun. I think we could get married. We fit too well. It’s still a long way off, but…”

Squelch.

I threw the marriage talk out of nowhere, just to test her reaction. Inside my head I scolded myself for being so impatient, yet my mouth—and my cock—kept saying whatever they wanted.

“Really? With me? Me too. If it’s you, baby, I’d marry you right now. Then we could do this whenever we wanted.”

She was ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠completely smitten. The way she kept circling her hips while trying to hold back her moans was so adorable in that moment. Everything about her—starting with the silky feel of her skin—was perfect.

“Haang, Ian. So us dating is real, right? For real for real?”

“Yeah. If you said you wanted to get married, I’d fill out the paperwork right now. So of course we’re dating.”

That was why every time she asked about dating I kept stacking marriage on top of it. I wanted to marry soon, have kids soon, build a proper family.

A normal one.

My own family.

Squelch, squelch.

Her hips sped up.

“Haang—feels good.”

“Sorry, though. Talking about marriage and dating while we’re like this…”

It was pretty random, having this conversation mid-sex.

“Haang. No. I like it. I was so nervous. I was scared you’d pump-and-dump me.”

Pump-and-dump?

I paused, trying to parse the internet slang.

“Pump-and-dump?”

“Yeah. Eat and dump. My friends said a lot of guys ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠sleep with a girl once and then throw her away.”

I squeezed her breast, kneading it, and brought my mouth to her ear.

“Haang…”

“Ask your friends if any girl with tits this perfect ever got pumped and dumped. Even if it wasn’t me, Hye-yun, you were never going to get dumped. I’m the one who should be worried about getting dumped.”

“Really? Hehe. You mean it?”

Knead, knead.

Squelch, squelch.

“Aang—aang—”

“Yeah. You’re mine now. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠You don’t even have the right to say you want to break up. Got it?”

“Yeah.”

She nodded hard.

“Whenever I want it, you do it. Understood?”

“…Even every day?”

“Obviously. I’m going to fuck you several times a day, every single day from now on.”

Her movement stopped cold.

Did I mess up? Was I too rough with her?

“Sorry, Ian. I’m not confident. Every single day… instead… I’ll let you have a second girlfriend. Once every three days I can handle. Hoho—haang—”

She laughed and started rolling her hips again.

In that instant my mind went blank, then pure joy surged up. It felt like every scrap of luck in the world had decided to pour onto me in a single day.

Money. A woman.

And that woman had just given me permission for a harem.

I’d have to confirm it a few more times, but the first crack in the dam had opened.

I flipped her onto her stomach on the mattress, climbed over her, and started pounding down into her from above.

Thud, thud, thud.

“Look at this perfect woman. You’re the official wife.”

“Aaaang—thank you—”