Chapter 132
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Translator: True Detective
Chapter: 132
Chapter Title: Heeung. Jiyeon Milf
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I'm done searching for milfs from now on. That's the sole reason I'm sucking on Jiyeon's breasts right now.
Jiyeon's mammary dispensers are plenty big. More than enough to suck on.
I'll never suck on that milf's tits again after she humiliated me. With Jiyeon's milk tanks like this, why bother?
"Haa. Haa. Feels so good. My sweet Jiyeon."
Ahh, I'm getting so excited.
"Wait a sec, why is milk coming out? It never has before?"
Hehe. Bet that surprised her. Why is breast milk flowing? Because any woman I claim as my bitch gets remodeled to suit my tastes!
"My bitches develop into the bodies I desire. Slurp slurp. Mmm, titties."
Yeah, that's the flavor. Sweet and refreshing.
As I keep sucking away, Jiyeon stares down at me with a look of utter disbelief.
She must be baffled. After pouncing on her like that, here I am just nursing.
"What the hell? Is this breastfeeding play?"
Something like that. Probably. Come to think of it, I've never really tasted breast milk much.
So I gotta indulge now.
"Ah, melon flavor."
"Don't turn my breast milk into melon flavor."
Doesn't milk have to be chocolate, and breast milk melon? Back in my office drone days—in my school cafeteria era—I used to mix chocolate syrup into the school-issued milk.
Memories I can never return to! I'll overlay that cafeteria nostalgia onto this melon-flavored milk tank while feeling a mother's love!
"Slurrrp smooch."
"Ah, wa-wait. This feels weird."
Nutrient-packed, maid-in-Jiyeon melon mammary dispenser.
Too bad the color's still white.
If I changed even the milk to melon hue, Jiyeon would probably sock me for real.
Spanking's one thing, but this? No way.
After chugging milk for a good while, I targeted below next. Her bitch scent had grown especially potent just moments ago.
Probably from all the foreplay finally hitting her.
"Ah, I love this smell. Heeung. Bitch scent. Sniff sniff."
This thick, tickling scent teasing my nose. Ah, impossible to resist.
"Wait, your breath is hot—stop. Ahhn!♥"
She came just from my breath? Her ass twitched.
Ah, that gets me raging hard. Cumming from mere breath means her pussy's already mine to command.
"You're truly the ultimate bitch."
"What about the others?"
"They're all the best."
Can't lie. They really are top-tier bitches, every one.
Jiyeon stares at me like I'm insane for a long moment.
"You won't even lie and say I'm the best?"
"Would you want me to?"
"Idiot."
I yanked her tightly clenched pussy lips wide apart from both sides.
Her entrance twitched faintly in view.
"See your lower mouth quivering? Gotta rub it."
I shed all the clothes I'd conjured with magic.
Then spread her legs, pressing my pussy flush against hers, and started grinding.
Our swollen clits bumped and rubbed together.
Rubbing clit on clit is such a weird sensation. They say lesbian sex is just mutual masturbation, and it might look that way at a glance, but the feeling's totally different.
When the one you love fingers you deep or you grind clits with her, it hits with love and pleasure at once.
If it was just about dick, I'd call an escort. But right now, I'm savoring this moment. Sex with my love itself.
"Wait, what? My clit's way too sensitive. Heek?!"
Just a light flick, and a cute moan spills out.
A bit later, her body shivered hypersensitively in seconds.
My mind blanked white, her clit feeling like my own. A tiny, desperate climax pulsed from that nerve cluster.
"Haaang! Haaat!!♥"
Perfect reaction. We both tumbled into clit orgasm together.
Brain whitening briefly, a sharp peak spreading wide from clit through lower belly. Ah, this. This is it. Long-overdue sexual relief.
I hugged Jiyeon tight.
"That was amazing."
"Ah, same here. Wait, why's your tail wagging?"
"Haa, haaa. Poke her pussy with my tail."
Of course it's for tail-fucking. Gotta finish the appetizer, right?
I whipped out my tail and slammed it straight into Jiyeon's lower mouth.
Squelch squelch
Ah, feels good. Even after multiple orgasms, this hole's still spasming, flooding. I stirred and thrust my tail inside.
"Wait, why thrust so fast?"
"Hehe. But you're loving it, aren't you?"
Her pussy's still twitching, plain as day.
The proof's in how her walls parted loose, welcoming me easy.
"Well, it's been ages for me too. So quit teasing and fuck me already."
Obvious as hell.
"Should've said so sooner."
The words barely left my mouth before I started tail-pistoning her pussy.
One two three—four.
I pressed especially hard on her inner G-spot. Each squeeze drew muffled moans she tried to stifle with her hand.
"Heung. Heungit!♥"
Ah, can't hold back.
Squelch squelch squelch squelch squelch
Ah, something's building. Not just clit orgasm—something's rising.
There's a distinct swell. Unlike clit highs, it's creeping up like a guy's pleasure.
"I'm gonna cum right now."
"Wait, what're you shooting inside?"
"Don't worry. Won't turn you into a monster."
I wanna creampie her pussy bad, but there's limits. Just enough mana into her womb.
Healthy, tasty Eunha-brand mana!
Spurt spurt splurt!
I poured my mana into her womb. Slowly, just a little. Enough for her to recover mana, carefully dosed for pleasure.
Suddenly her legs clamped my body tight.
Feels like seeding her as a man—electric thrill.
My strength melted; juices gushed from my pussy. Eyes rolling back.
Jiyeon gazed at me, drool trickling, her pleasure-drunk smile at her lips firing me up again.
"Aah, this sky-high bliss."
Shuddering peak. Unbearable.
"Your wings really came out."
"Oh, they did."
Can't help it. Bliss made 'em pop.
I tucked my wings away, hugged Jiyeon, and lay down.
"Haa. Let's just cuddle like this."
"Hey, what if you'd injected demonic energy instead of mana? What would've happened?"
"Dunno? Wanna try?"
Honestly, no clue. Monster via demonic energy vs. core method—what's the diff?
Tempting to experiment, but I can't regress like Choi Si-woo. Best to solidly core-ify Seo Jiyeon.
Ask author Yoo Eun-ha later?
"Think on it a bit more."
"Don't take too long? Turning monster fixes your looks forever."
Monster at old age? No youth regain.
Unless special powers, you're locked at that age.
"So, no doing it old?"
If aiming for monster, better young.
Though lolis like Kate might differ.
Right now, me and the heroines—perfect timing. Stay young forever, fuck endlessly.
"Yeah. Body'd hold up old, but looks are the issue. Wouldn't mind you as a mature married milf."
"Who's this milf?"
Uh, haven't spilled on milf yet?
Air turned icy. Steamy just now, now it's frozen solid.
"Uh, um. Milf's a milf."
"Wait, who the fuck is she? Peers I get. A milf too? Spill now!"
"Wa-wait. Heek!"
She grabs my tail, shakes it wild.
Wait, that—feels. Feels weird.
After shaking it awhile, Jiyeon suddenly gripped tight and bit down.
Then gnaws lightly. Not painful, just tickly.
"What? This tail tastes good. Sweeter the more I chew."
"Wa-wait. Wait. Hold on."
"Cute reaction? Gonna cum again?"
This time she bit hard, gnawing.
"Heeik!?♥"
Spurt spurt spluuurt!
Ticklish surge—I blasted mana from my tail onto Jiyeon's face.
The gushing mana tinged demonic, grayish smoke-like. She inhaled it like candy.
Hornied up, my tail stiffened erect.
Jiyeon bit again.
Thus, I endured my tail's prolonged abuse by Jiyeon.
"No hiding shit from me anymore. Spill everything."
Her face glistening, Jiyeon declared.
"Wasn't hiding. I'd have told if asked."
"What?"
"O-okay. Got it."
Glared with axe eyes—no retort possible.
Fine. All those bitches I'll kill.
"Rest a bit, then head back."
"Yeah."
We embraced again and dozed off until Choi Cheol-sik's call via association magic gear.
Presidential Palace
While Yoo Eun-ha spent quality time with Jiyeon, in the Presidential Palace, Chinese President Zhang Xuechen hurled every grab-able object while screaming.
His monstrous roars made the Public Security officers grimace.
On a screen against one wall of the president's office played footage of the Yellow Dragon crashing into the West Sea.
That was why Zhang was raging.
"Damn it! Even the Yellow Dragon couldn't do shit?!"
"P-please calm down, President!"
Calm down? Does he look calmable?
"Calm? This upgraded Yellow Dragon got halved by a Korean villain and sunk in the sea! Without ex-Divine Sword user Yoo Jin-seok, current one Choi Si-woo, or anyone! Fucked over by some villain!"
"President!"
"No more sitting idle! Prep the nukes!"
The restraining Public Security men paled blue.
Post-Cataclysm, unsure nukes' effect on future gates, all were scrapped—but China still hoarded theirs.
They knew firing one could bury China under global wrath, but defying the president was impossible.
Zhang, past caring, craved nukes now somehow.
Yellow Dragon sunk—can't trust the army. No law says Sins won't lose? Time to nuke Korea into submission.
Hunter Public Security pleaded last.
"Shenyang still holds over a million troops and Sins! War's not over—why?!"
True, war raged. But no more humiliation. Zhang's call.
"Three hundred thousand can't breach Pyongyang alone! Casualties mounting, Koreans unite villains and hunters! Just one Sin? Fine, let's see! Contact the Blue House now! Pressure Ha Jung-seok!!"
Reluctantly, hunter Public Security activated the office magic gear, linking straight to the Blue House.