Outlaw Na Yu-ri
A chilly winter wind brushed past amid the flickering crimson glow of the bonfire, illuminating snow-white, perfectly round buttocks that seized Seong Ye-han's gaze. Damn, that's a fine ass. Big, clean... He reached out and kneaded it, his fingers sinking deep into the plush, substantial flesh.
"Eut..."
Compared to Shin Ye-hwa's, it lacked some bounce, but there was a melting softness that seemed to envelop his hand. Probably because she's a traditional ability awakener. Lifting his eyes a bit higher, he took in the appealing curve of her waist—not fat, but the kind of body that screamed "prime rice-cake material." Not as flawlessly perfect as Ye-hwa's... but those subtle imperfections only made it more mouthwatering.
"Euut... Ung..."
Captivated by the seductive softness of that ass, he kept kneading without thinking, drawing soft moans from the bitch beneath him. Even after stuffing his cock into Shin Ye-hwa's mouth just moments ago, Seong Ye-han felt it stiffen resolutely, unyielding in its chastity.
He'd been thrown off at first when Ye-hwa stripped Na Yu-ri, but her words had slotted right into place amid the confusion.
"Oppa, isn't this a perfect chance to test your ability?"
Outlaws were beings whose human rights weren't officially recognized. No matter what they suffered or how—no one to complain to, no one to take them in. They lived alone and bore it all alone. In short, a free-use cunt with no need to worry about consequences or cleanup.
To grow or verify his ability—which required female awakeners by its nature—no normal woman was going to spread her legs easily for some guy who wasn't her lover. Sure, hunters faced death daily, so one-night stands with compatible partners weren't rare... but that didn't mean he could just bend over anyone and everyone for a fuck.
Hunter abilities had limits, after all. C-rank, A-rank—even S-rank couldn't produce infinite power; that was the law of the world. Fuck around indiscriminately regardless of rank, and his overwhelming ability might hit capacity without reaching full potential.
In Ye-hwa's mind, only A-rank or higher qualified to fuck her oppa. And right then, a perfect prey had appeared—what kind of sister-in-law would she be not to offer it up?
Of course, as a woman, Ye-hwa didn't exactly love the idea of her favorite man pounding some other bitch. But she'd rationalized it her way. Hunter abilities varied wildly, and training methods were just as diverse. He was just using a tool suited to his growth, that was all. Getting hung up on it would've been petty for a wife. No—providing the perfect, optimal tool? That was proper wifely support... or so went Ye-hwa's logic.
Listening to Ye-hwa treat the trembling Na Yu-ri like an object, Seong Ye-han swallowed a hollow chuckle. Well, yeah. She'd always been a crazy bitch at heart. The type to openly call normals parasites. She'd mellowed a bit living with him, but that edge wasn't going anywhere. And Na Yu-ri wasn't even a normal or a proper hunter—she was an outlaw. Arguing the point would just hurt his mouth.
If anything, he'd had to fend off Ye-hwa when she offered to suck him hard herself, seeing his dazed reaction. In his mind, even if she suggested it, asking her to erect his cock just to fuck another woman felt off. He wasn't so lacking in stamina that he needed to prep separately with a ripe fruit dangling right there.
Smoothly—
"Eut..."
He wedged his rock-hard cock, standing tall enough to tap his navel and radiating presence, between Na Yu-ri's thighs and began rubbing slowly. Smooth as silk—must've shaved. She naturally clenched her plump thighs around him. The soft, squishy sensation enveloping his shaft sent electric pleasure racing up his spine.
She even wiggled her ass to coax a sumata grind. What a slutty bitch.
"This is..."
Na Yu-ri was an outlaw. He hadn't expected virginity, but wasn't she way too accepting of the cock from the guy who'd just choked her unconscious?
"This bitch... total whore, huh?"
"Yes! I'm a total whore. Fuck me however you want—just please spare me!"
Even egging her on with crude insults, she responded like she wanted it more. Seong Ye-han gripped her hips firmly and slammed his rigid cock toward her sticky hole.
Squelch—
"Euk!"
"Hng..."
Soft and warm. Na Yu-ri's pussy wasn't the elite vice-grip like Ye-hwa's that clung and milked relentlessly. But the moderate squeeze, the warm, abundant flesh wrapping around him—it had its own delightful flavor. Like devouring thick, tender meat?
Plunge— Plunge—
"Euk! Eut!"
As he started rocking his hips, her pussy lips teasingly caressed his glans. Delicious. Her big ass rippled like waves with every thrust—proof that a sight for sore eyes tasted just as good. He wanted to keep pounding this bitch forever.
Smack—
"Heut!"
Unable to resist the hypnotic jiggle, Seong Ye-han swung his hand down with a sharp clap. The handprint blooming on her pale ass and the rippling waves were a sight to behold. Her pussy, softly and perfectly gripping his cock, clenched tighter with every spank to her cheeks. Exquisite.
Smack—
"Haaang!"
Na Yu-ri's crotch grew slicker by the second. Each time she stifled a moan only for it to burst free, a thick sense of conquest filled Seong Ye-han's chest.
"Whore... you like getting your ass spanked?"
"Yes— Heut... Ahup... Aang!"
'I'm a maso whore. Spank me more.'
Without prompting, she spewed lewd pleas. Seong Ye-han reddened her already flushed ass with rapid slaps from one hand while ramping up his thrusts.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
"Euk! Heut! Haaang!"
Her pussy took every intensity, every rhythm with effortless freedom—like a toy made to be used however he pleased, squeezing just right every time. Seong Ye-han gripped harder, burying his cock to the hilt deep inside her.
Slam!
"Aaaaaaah!"
Na Yu-ri's pussy was a touch shorter than his length, so unlike Ye-hwa's perfect fit, the base had stuck out a bit. Now he hammered past her womb mouth, ignoring its futile resistance and shoving every inch in.
The sensation of the hot, massive rod relentlessly shoving her womb upward drew a massive scream from Na Yu-ri.
Shuddering—
"Ahaaaaa..."
"Hoo."
Her body trembled from the intense stimulation. A stronger clamp than before gripped his cock—yet the softness lingered. Truly delicious.
Slam! Thwack!
"Ahung! Euh! Ahhat!"
"Hup! Huup!"
A few more brutal thrusts, and hot, sticky fluids gushed out, soaking their joined sexes.
"This... genuine maso pervert bitch, huh?"
"Haa... Haa... Yes, maso... I'm a masooo!"
Her self-deprecation, agreeing with him—it spiced his arousal like the perfect seasoning, making his movements even rougher.
"Heeung... Hauk! Heuk!"
Na Yu-ri lolled her tongue, drool spilling as she writhed under his pounding. His eyes caught the bruise on her pale neck—from when he'd choked her out earlier.
Smack—
"Haut! More! Spank me more! This maso whore pussy needs moooore!"
Even beet-red already, she begged for more. Unconsciously, his hand moved to seize her throat.
"Kek! Ahhu... Uup!"
"Kuh... Fuck, so tight."
Even without much force, her pussy—softness a mere trap—clung fiercely to his cock the moment he gripped her neck, squeezing like it would never let go of trapped prey.
Slam! Slam! Slam!
"Uhuk! Heuk! Kahk! Nooo...!"
"Hurgh! Hek!"
Lightning-bolt pleasure surged from his hips. The tough, chewy grip—utterly unlike her prior softness—spiked his ecstasy toward climax in seconds.
Na Yu-ri was the same, hacking breaths forgotten as she unleashed full-throated bitch-howls she'd held back before.
Slam! Thwack! Slam! Thwack! Splurt!
"Auk! Ahaang! Uuk! Cumming...! Heuk! Cumminggg!"
"Cumming... Take it all, wipe it clean! You whore! Got it!?"
"Yes! Give it! To this whore pussy! Your cuuum!"
The end approached. Peak pleasure. Ignoring the log warping under hunter strength they'd braced against, Na Yu-ri and Seong Ye-han charged toward one goal. Her to receive his seed. Him to flood her depths.
"Cumming...!"
"Haaaaaaaak!"
Squelch— Spurt— Slurp!
"Ehuk?"
"Huaaaang..."
His thick, potent load erupted wildly. But what should have flooded deep inside was diverted by unexpected interference.
Lick— Slurp— Smooch—
"Kuh... Ye... Ye-hwa?"
Lick—
A wetness unlike her pussy. Looking down, he saw Shin Ye-hwa with her face buried in his crotch, devouring his still-hard cock.
Gulp— Gulp—
Ignoring the mess of another woman's juices, she took him deep into her throat, sucking every drop clean.
"Ye-hwa..."
"Ung?"
She met his eyes, cock still in her mouth... Uh... what now? Had he focused too much on Na Yu-ri?
Seong Ye-han savored her tongue swirling his sensitive post-nut cock while cold sweat trickled down his back. Somehow, Ye-hwa's violet eyes burned even darker.
"S... Sorry?"
When a woman's vibe turned sharp, apologize first. Pound the sorry regardless—that was the way of men.