7. Not a Parasite, a Pillar Husband.
Squelch.
"Nghhh…."
I grabbed her spread legs and tensed my waist, driving my cock inside. The tip of the glans slipped in, gently parting her slick folds. A stream of viscous love juices trickled out from within.
No matter how aroused she was, I didn't thrust in too hastily. My cock was on the thicker side, after all—if I shoved it straight into Cheong-ah's tight pussy, it might bring pleasure, sure, but the pain could ruin it.
Lately, with all the dungeon raids from commissions, our sex life had been a bit distant. Her pussy clenched around me just like it had during our first time, gripping tight as ever. The key was mutual pleasure. First things first: I had to mold her pussy to fit my size.
Squelch.
Bit by bit, I eased my cock in slowly. Still buried under the covers, I said to Cheong-ah,
"Cheong-ah, what’s my cock doing right now?"
I tossed out the mischievous question on purpose. No deeper reason—just wanted to hear some dirty talk from those elegant lips.
She responded with a muffled moan from beneath the blanket, sounding embarrassed.
"N-Nnh…? Hn…. Ung…. I d-don’t know."
"Don't know? If you don't answer properly, I'll just stop right here."
"Hn……. You're so mean."
"Then answer me right."
Cheong-ah kept her lips pressed tight. Finally, a low voice drifted from under the covers.
"……It's coming in."
"What is?"
"Husband's cock… it's going. Nn. Into Cheong-ah's… haat. Pussy."
"Say it properly again."
"Husband's… hn…. Cock is…. Pushing into… ahk…. Cheong-ah's pussy."
Her words ramped up my arousal. My head filled with raw sexual hunger. I leaned forward, pulling her upper body into a fierce embrace blanket and all. Our bodies pressed flush together.
"Ju Cheong-ah……!"
Squeeze.
Our hips slammed tight. My cock sliced through her inner walls in one deep thrust.
Squelch…!
"Haaaaah…!"
My hips bucked wildly. Her lower belly pressed against mine trembled, her womb quivering inside. Her pussy clenched like she'd hit a light orgasm—smooth walls, rippling folds, intense grip. And at the tip of my glans, the soft-yet-firm mouth of her womb.
"What the—did you just cum after I barely put it in?"
"It's too much, too intenseee…. Hn."
Her melted voice echoed sweetly. I couldn't see her face under the blanket, but I knew. Right now, Cheong-ah's expression was a total wreck. Not the face she wore gripping her sword. Not the cool composure she usually showed the world. The thought of that ever-smiling flower—beautiful and aloof—shattered by my hand filled me with dark thrill.
"Cheong-ah, I'm pulling the blanket off. I wanna see your face."
"Y-Yes……. It's fine, please…."
I grabbed the edge and yanked it aside. There she was, just as I'd imagined: muscles slack, a dazed smile on her lips. Flushed cheeks. Unfocused eyes. Black hair plastered to her sweat-slick face.
"Husbaaand…."
"Your face is all messed up."
"Yesss…."
"You like my cock that much?"
"It's not just any cock…. Hn, it's husband's cock, so it feels so good……."
Her voice melted like ice cream in the sun—wet, sweet, dripping. Slowly, rhythmically, I began snapping my hips.
Squelch—squelch—squelch.
"Hngt…. Hn, haahh…."
Cheong-ah's signature stifled moans. She bit down on the middle joint of her index finger, suppressing them as if she couldn't make a sound.
Of course, that wouldn't last. I clasped her hands together and pinned them overhead.
"Ahk…. Hus, band……."
Smack—slurp.
I kissed those wet lips calling my name. Tongues entwining, I slammed up into her pussy hard.
Splurt—splurt—splurt.
"Cheong-ah, Cheong-ah…!"
"Aa…. Hn, aaaang…! It's weird, husband, my head's…. Hn…. Going funny, aaaang…!"
Chanting her name, I ravaged her fiercely. I hiked her thighs up—thwack—thwack—thwack. Her moans grew louder as my cock battered her womb.
"Haaak…. Husband, please…. Aaang…! Gentle, gentleeer, hn…! Cheong-ah's pussy…! It's breaking…!!"
"No way. This worthless little cunt."
"Aaaaang…! Hak, hn, don't say that, haaaang…! Hate it, hate iiiit…. You're so mean, hn… aaaah…!"
Her moans fueled me. I angled my cock downward and thrust up, hitting the sensitive underside of her pussy—her weak spot.
"This is your weak point, right, Cheong-ah?"
"A, aaht…! Th-There, hn, huaaaaang…!"
Her flushed face buried into my shoulder.
"Nghhh…."
Chomp.
Her teeth sank into my flesh. Another stifled moan, forced down.
"Hnguuut…. Hnng, hnnnguuuh…!!"
A dizzying spike of pain. I released her wrists, pulled her close, and gently stroked her head as she bit my shoulder.
"Huu, hn…. I like when you pet me…."
Her freed hands slid down, hugging my back tight. Short nails dug in.
"Hn, aaaang…."
Pain from nails and teeth alike—but my body, surging with excitement, felt only pleasure.
My hips sped up, pounding my cock into her pussy hole relentlessly.
"Hnguuuht…! Hn, huaaaaang…! Husband, husbaaand…! Aaaa…!"
Screeching moans like tearing screams. Cheong-ah finally broke, her voice exploding. My reason frayed as I trampled her lush body.
Squelch-squelch-squelch-squelch……!!!
"A, ang, aaaang…! Hak, c-cumming, husband…! Hn, gonna cum…!"
"Cum all you want, Cheong-ah. As much as you like!"
"Haat, hnnk, yesss. Gonna… cum…. Cheong-ah's cummiiiing……!"
Squeeze…!
Her walls clamped down again, folds rippling vividly along my cock. Splurt—spuuurt. Clear fluid squirted from her urethra.
I paused the pistoning, waiting.
"Huu, hn, huu…. Hn, hnnng……."
Shiver-shiver.
Cheong-ah's body quaked. Her pussy clenched and released my cock in waves.
"Cheong-ah, feel that good?"
Her eyes fully glazed. Lips parted, drool spilling.
"Yesss, so good…. Husband's cock. Too…. Good."
"Yeah? How good? Tell me."
"Embarrassing……."
"But your husband asked. You don't wanna?"
"N-Nooo……."
She shook her head, placing a hand on her lower belly. Gently pressing—her fingertips felt like they touched my cock inside.
"Cheong-ah's pussy, deep inside……. Husband's cock thrusting mercilessly…. Ravaging my womb felt so good. Even when I say stop, you keep fucking me senseless… that's what I love……."
Cheong-ah answered with hazy eyes and a faint smile. Lewdly ruined, yet utterly lovable. I whispered in her ear.
Her focus sharpened sweetly, eyes locking on mine.
"But time to snap out of it. I haven't cum yet."
"Ah……. Hn, yesss…. Intense."
Hearing her, still buried inside, I flipped her body around. Her bare back came into view—pale, moon-like ass cheeks. Between them, her tiny chrysanthemum twitched.
Twitch—twitch.
Cheong-ah's asshole. I spread her cheeks with both hands, thumb teasing it.
She jolted, head snapping up.
"Hn, hngt…?!"
Twisting back, she cried,
"N-No! Husband, you can't touch there…!"
"Why not?"
I asked innocently. Her ears turned beet red as she stammered,
"B-Because……. That place is……."
"This place?"
Poke. I prodded her asshole again. Teary-eyed, she pouted and buried her face in the pillow.
"……Don't know. You're mean. Bad."
Yet her ass stayed raised, pussy clenching to urge my cock on. All talk, but her body begged eagerly—adorably so.
I smirked, gripped those moon cheeks, and snapped my hips up again.
Squelch…!
Her ass slapped my belly, juices splashing.
"Ahk…!"
Cheong-ah's head reared back. I seized her neck, yanking her up to her knees. Forced upright by my grip, I twisted her chin for a kiss.
Smack—slurp.
"Mmph…. Mmm, hnmm."
I didn't stop, pounding her pussy relentlessly.
Squelch—squelch—squelch.
"Hngt…, hak, husband, nng…."
Endless pistoning—her pussy clenched tight again. My own climax built.
"Gonna cum, Cheong-ah…!"
"Y-Yes, yesss…. Inside, cum inside…. In Cheong-ah's pussy, hn. Fill me with your baby batter……!"
"……Damn, where do you learn this filthy talk?!"
I released her neck, hips blurring. Her knees buckled from the force.
"Aaang…! Ang, haat…. Hngt…! Husband…! Taught me…! Hak…! Aaaaang…!"
Her sinking body swallowed my cock deeper. Undeterred, I realigned and slammed in.
"Aaang…! Hak, hngt…! Hus, band…! Gonna cum again…!"
"Me too this time—let's go together!"
"Th-Then together, togetheeer…!"
Pleading voice. I laced our fingers as she clutched the blanket.
"Husband, hak…. Love you, love you so much…!"
My seed erupted.
"Nghhh…!"
Spurt—spuuurt—gloop-gloop!
"Huaaaaang…!"
Intense release as I collapsed over her. No cue needed—we synced our ragged breaths, chests heaving. In a low voice, I asked,
"Cheong-ah. Um."
"Yes?"
"You just said you loved me. First time I've heard that, I think."
"……Must be your imagination. I never said that."
"Really my imagination?"
"Yes, never. Imagination."
"Cheong-ah."
"Yes, husband."
"I said liars get punished."
"……Hehe……. Then punish me."