13. Contract Trust
13. Contract Trust
There were all sorts of reasons, but I just couldn't hold back any longer.
In game character terms, my self-control would be at 0.
Jjil-kkok-!
Ina's pussy was already sopping wet from my cum, even without any foreplay.
As the glans spreads her pussy wide and slides in, it still clamps down hard, but it's worlds apart from before.
First off, my cock slips in nice and easy with a smooth swuuuk-!.
"Hnggh...."
One change is how Ina now accepts the foreign sensation of her insides being stretched as something other than pain.
Jjigeok-! Jjigeok-!
Thanks to all the cum I'd wrung out of me yesterday, filling her up over and over, there's no blockage all the way to where the tip of my glans kisses her cervix.
"Hup...! Mp...! Ung...! Hngh...!"
Worried her voice might echo through the whole stairwell, Ina clamps her mouth shut tight.
Every time I shake my hips while gripping her ass tight, my cock vanishes into her pussy and reappears, glistening with her juices and my cum.
Jjigeok-! Jjigeok-!
"Hngh...! Hak...! Hap...! Hnng...! Heut...! Hnggh...!"
The lewd moans bursting out from Ina here and there.
She's turned into a proper woman who knows how to take a male inside her now.
Jjil-kkok-!
With every thrust, the old cum drips down her thighs, splattering onto her panties and stockings that are bunched up.
No problem, though. I'm gonna fill her up fresh with a new load anyway.
Keeik-!
Right then, the sound of a door opening downstairs.
Ina and I freeze like statues.
Tadak, tadadak
Thank fuck it's quick footsteps heading down to the lower floor—our tension eases just a bit.
Keeik-! Kkung-!
The heavy emergency stairwell door slams shut, and Ina and I both exhale the breaths we'd been holding.
She turns her head back, our eyes meet, and we both chuckle.
This thrill is fucking intense.
Turns me on like crazy.
Jjigeok-!
"Hahngh-! Ung...! Hngg...! Hnng...! Hang...!"
When I pull my cock out, the folds of her vaginal walls brush against the glans. And when I slam it back in deep, they stroke it again.
If that was all, it'd just be standard sex, but there's one standout thing.
The pressure from her pussy is insane.
My whole cock feels like it's wrapped in a compression bandage, squeezed from all sides.
Kkuuk-! When I shove in so deep her ass cheeks flatten against me, Ina drops her head and shudders.
There's still some pain, but not the unbearable kind from the first time—she doesn't complain about it hurting.
Jjil-kkok-! Jjil-kkok-!
The unique chill of the winter emergency stairs cools my warm cock every time I pull out.
That temperature difference sends electric tingles that raise goosebumps.
"Hngh..., hahp..., ung..., hnggh...."
The urge to cum builds steadily.
"I'm gonna cum."
This is a kind of signal.
- When your boyfriend says he's gonna cum, it's the unspoken rule for a girlfriend to clamp her pussy down hard.
I'd added a few more like that, but the rising urge to blow left no time to think.
Ulgeuk-!
Gulleok-! Gulleok-!
The cum backed up from the base of my balls pours straight into Ina's womb.
You know what happens if you keep thrusting during orgasm.
Every deep push makes more cum gush out in waves. The pleasure at that point is mind-blowing, like fireworks exploding in your vision.
"Huuuuh...."
As I exhale the breath I'd held during my climax, Ina presses her forehead against the railing and catches her breath.
Jjil-kkok-!
I pull my cock out, and Ina hurriedly yanks up her rolled-down panties and stockings.
- It's a contract, but we're in a lover relationship, right? On the surface, we have to love every part of each other? That includes cum—no letting even a drop spill, okay?
Ever since I said that, she seals her pussy with her panties to keep every last drop of the cum filling her womb and vagina from escaping.
Seureuk
Then she spins around and drops to her knees in front of me.
I casually shove my cock toward her—still slick and reeking of that fishy scent.
With practiced hands, Ina cups my groin with one palm and strokes from the base to the glans with the other, squeezing steadily in the same direction.
Of course, her mouth stays sealed tight around the tip.
"Chuuuup, chup, chuup, chuup, churreup."
Even after filling her pussy to the brim, the leftover cum on my cock flows into Ina's mouth.
A situation she couldn't even imagine just a little while ago.
Kkuuk-
Once she's squeezed every last bit out, Ina gently presses my cock between her soft hands.
"Hnngg......"
A moan of pleasure slips out from my dantian without me realizing.
"Pha. Beeeh."
Ina pulls her mouth off the glans and opens wide to show me.
Her eyes scan for my satisfaction, and I grin wide in response, stroking her hair.
"You're really getting good at this now."
*Gulp-! Really? I've been studying and doing this every day, so I've improved fast."
Hearing such pleasing words like that.
I couldn't help but cherish Ina. Especially since she's so damn cute and lovable-looking.
We straightened our clothes and went to watch the movie like that.
Ina squirmed the whole time during the movie, but knowing it was because my cum was leaking out steadily just made me feel great.
Time passed like this, and finally, Hana caught on to our current situation.
"You're... slower than I thought?"
Less a crisis and more a scheduled event. And I'd been waiting for it.
With this, one of the prerequisites for 5-star is complete.
What's the other one?
"Sunbaenim! I bought it!"
Ina still calls me sunbaenim instead of oppa.
I eyed the bag in Ina's hand with excitement.
"Wanna go do it?"
Instead of grabbing a dorm room, we headed to my place.
My phone's piled up with Hana's freakout messages, but what can she do? If we're dating and happy about it?
So, what did Ina buy?
The moment we got home, she pulled a pregnancy test out of the bag.
"Sunbaenim..., it will be positive... right? It's already been two weeks past my period......"
"Yeah, probably. We've been doing nothing but internal ejaculations for almost a month."
While Ina trembled with nerves, I was totally chill.
I'd been aiming for pregnancy from the start.
One prerequisite was Hana noticing our relationship; the remaining one is pregnancy.
These are the prerequisites needed before entering 5-star.
If you slap on something like -The baby happened- in 5-star, the hashtag that defies physics will straight-up produce a real baby out of nowhere.
But that's not what players want.
'Cause there's a bug sometimes: the baby is randomized.
Some players invested in the protagonist instead of the heroine.
To create their self-insert character. You immerse in a kid that looks just like you from the pregnancy, but fuck up one hashtag and suddenly a random kid pops up—immersion shattered.
Imagine the protagonist and heroine are both East Asian, and you get a 100% pure-blooded hood thug black kid.
└ What the fuck is this shit game? I went childhood friend build and suddenly an Allahu Akbar kid?
└ My character was black big dick concept, put baby in hashtag and got an East Asian kid lololol reverse NTR'd lololol
In a game, you can scrap and rebuild or load a save, but this is reality.
Absolutely not! No way!
"Then I'll go do it?"
I nodded at Ina's question.
Ina heads into the bathroom with the pregnancy test.
Jjoreureu
The sound of her peeing echoes from the bathroom.
Studio apartment, no soundproofing—nice perk.
Anyway. Like any average Joe, I fucking hate NTR. Why the hell would anyone like that shit?
People like me can't help but love NTL.
Pure love? That shit doesn't exist. It's like a unicorn fantasy creature—ignore it.
"Sunbae?"
Finally, Ina peeks her head out the door.
"Y-Yeah, how'd it go?"
I'd been pacing the tiny room and startled at her voice.
Sweek-
Ina quietly holds up all three pregnancy tests.
And all three have clear double lines.
Pregnant. A new life conceived.
Beyond any hashtag, something swelling and profound rises from deep in my chest.
"R-Really?"
"Yes? Yes, I only trust sunbaenim."
When Ina worried about pregnancy before, I was always relaxed, so she sends me infinite trust like always.
I swallow my trembling heart and smile at her with crescent eyes.
"Good job."
"Hee."
She's thrilled with the sense of fulfillment since I'm satisfied.
Told you. Hashtags are god. The moment I'm pleased, that forced sense of fulfillment floods her with good vibes, no matter what.
"We should get married."
"...Marriage?"
At the marriage talk, Ina's eyes blink in surprise.
Dating's easy to imagine in your 20s. Even high schoolers can date.
But marriage has real weight. For a 20-year-old, it's something way off in the distance.
"Yeah, don't worry. I'll handle everything."
It'll be fine once we hit 5-star.
§
<Lee Ina>
Marriage? Marriage?
I just did the contract 'cause I hated guys approaching me, and now marriage?
Getting married at 20 wasn't in any of Ina's life plans.
"Hng."
Thinking quietly, it doesn't seem so bad.
Guys definitely won't approach if there's a baby.
The issue's convincing the family, but sunbaenim says he'll handle it, and weirdly, my mind's at total ease.
Eh, no big deal.
"Hey. We need to talk."
"Ah, why."
Mom's eldest daughter is, in a way, the biggest problem.
"You really dating? For real?"
"I showed you everything~! You saw the selfies!"
Of course, I never showed anything from the hotel or motel.
That'd be crazy to show anyone.
It's a secret just for the couple.
"Haa~, it's real."
Hana still looks like she can't believe it.
But whatever. What can she do if I'm dating?
It's a contract, but that's secret between sunbaenim and me—can't let others know.
"What's so good about him?"
"Why all sudden? Unlike you, unnie, he's cautious, responsible, and mature."
"......"
Hana stares holes into me without a word.
Whatever.
I ignore her and head inside.
"You're serious about this, right?"
"Yeah! Why keep nagging!"
I even showed proof of dating!
Hana clutches her head like she's dizzy, staggers, and flops onto the sofa.
"My friend and my little sis dating? The world's definitely doomed."
"What're you saying."
You dated Do-jin oppa back in high school.
I'm an adult dating another adult.
I just hid the pregnancy. Even without sunbaenim asking, it's something to keep secret for now.
Abortion? Killing the tiny life in my belly? Never crossed my mind.
It'd hurt too much, and I'd regret it later.
Ina gently strokes her precious belly.
§
With pregnancy confirmed, the prep for 5-star is done.
Time to dive in.
<#Hashtag Story Registration>
<#Story>
- You've gained dating experience, but no pregnancy experience, so you don't know what to do.
- For this reason, you realize the only person you can rely on is your contractor.
- Whenever problems arise, you rely on and follow your contractor more than anyone.
- You come to truly trust what your contractor says.
Some folks get it when they see 5-star.
It's a pact as maliciously packed as the Treaty of Eulsa.
Huh? Just basic hypnosis? Yeah, that too.
If you look at them separately.
But no matter how many times I explain, hashtags interact with each other.
The hashtags stacked from 1 to 5 aren't isolated—they influence one another.
So what happens when you combine them into 5-star?
Check SAIMIN HITOZMA's comments.
└ You'll see: from 2-star to 4-star, it peels away emotions one by one to make her rely on the player. 5-star combines them.
└ If you don't follow the contract, cold sweats hit; follow the contractor and whoa? Sweats stop, dates feel comfy and easy? But then in real dating, you're always a burden?
└ Better not fuck around—just do what the contractor wants, keep him satisfied, and it's all honey.
└ You're in the 'slave' position, but heroine satisfaction stays maxed.
Some comments in awe.
└ Crazy goosebumps dude ㄷㄷ Kept the hashtag name as Contract too?
I nodded hard in total agreement.
The heroine can never escape the comfy trust I provide. On her own.
The moment she steps out of my fence, cold sweats start, and she'll never feel the comfort and fulfillment I gave her during the strategy.
Hashtag emotions are like thick bone broth you can't get normally.
Like, spilling soup by accident feels like the biggest fuckup of your life through the hashtag.
What about fulfillment?
My smile of satisfaction after internal ejaculation hits deeper than any fulfillment she could get elsewhere.
Nothing she does will top pleasing me.
Brutal. So brutal.
I eyed that brutal 5-star hashtag name.
<#Contract Trust>