Acquired Experience: 1, 0, 0 (1)
The date was April 2nd. Today was not April Fool’s Day.
“Mmm… haa… ah…?”
“Tsk… Ah. You’re awake?”
The moment I opened my eyes, the top of the head belonging to the man I hated most in the world filled my vision. A sight I normally couldn’t even bear to look at. The fact that those thick, dark strands of hair were now in my line of sight—I couldn’t possibly fail to understand what that meant.
“Hey, wait—Kang Juhyuk…!”
“What?”
“Stop it, just… mmm…!”
As if this were the most ordinary morning routine, his hair tickled my skin while he sucked greedily on my nipples from the very start of the day. We were both wearing nothing but a single pair of underwear. I had no idea where we were. Or how we’d ended up falling asleep together. I wished I couldn’t remember any of it, but every detail was painfully, crystal clear.
“Hoo… Ah. All done. That was surprisingly good.”
Only after sucking on my breasts with stubborn persistence for a long while did he finally lift his head from my chest. Then, without giving me even a second to escape, he wrapped his arms around me from behind in a powerful embrace. He tugged down the panties I’d worn to bed last night, slid his own swollen underwear down as well, and pressed the head of his cock against the same entrance he had tormented so thoroughly the night before.
“Haa… Stop it, you crazy bastard…”
“I’m not planning to put it in right now. …Not unless you start begging for it again like yesterday.”
It was disgusting to hear Kang Juhyuk spout such shameless nonsense, but I couldn’t argue. After all, I was the one who had provoked him with my own mouth, telling him to do whatever he wanted. Even if my mind had gone blank from overwhelming pleasure, there was no way that man would show me any mercy. I knew that. That was exactly why I had provoked him—and why I was now shoving all the blame onto the version of myself from last night.
“You were practically sobbing, begging me to fuck you harder. And now you’re suddenly so quiet?”
“…That wasn’t me yesterday.”
“Ah, sure. Let’s go with that. Yeah, yeah.”
At this point, I didn’t even get angry about things like this anymore. Whether he shoved that cock straight into my pussy or pulled it back to rub it between my ass cheeks, it didn’t feel any more repulsive than usual. In the end, whether he was pretending to be normal or completely feral, the disgust was the same.
“Move. …I’m going to wash up.”
“Want to shower together?”
“…Do whatever you want, I don’t—kyaa…!”
Still, I couldn’t get used to the feeling of dangling from his shoulder like this. The terrifying sensation that if he loosened his grip even slightly, I would crash straight to the floor. But maybe I would get used to this too, someday. Just like I was slowly becoming addicted to the brutal sex where he threw me to the ground and ravaged me without mercy—perhaps this floating, cloud-like feeling would eventually… become something I adapted to. With this man. Little by little.
The reason I hadn’t fucked her on the bed was simple. I wanted to cum while kissing her, but morning breath is gross before brushing your teeth. For both of us. Well… not like it would be worse than the taste of cum, I suppose.
“Mmph… ugh…”
Because I had given that up, the sensation of getting my cock sucked first thing in the morning felt especially intense. The water pouring from the showerhead crashed against her back and hair before splashing coldly against me, pleasantly cooling my heated body. While I played with the wet strands of a woman whose body was sexually near-perfect, I happily watched her massive breasts and sharp eyes tremble.
“Pwah… uup…”
Of course, even by the most generous standards, her blowjob skills were nowhere near proficient. She couldn’t even take half my length, and her tongue work was almost nonexistent. I’d made her do it four or five times by now, yet she was still clumsy to the point of being pathetic. It wasn’t really sucking so much as just holding it in her mouth. At least she hadn’t forgotten my advice to use her hands; the way she stroked the base of my shaft while her fingers brushed against my balls felt pretty decent.
Since she waxed and had no hair down there, I really wanted to shove it all the way into her throat. But I held back—I didn’t want to watch my roommate throwing up first thing in the morning.
“Spit it out.”
“…Haa, what the hell…”
“Instead of my cock, lick or suck here. Your jaw looks like it’s hurting.”
I tapped my balls lightly and ordered her to lick them instead. Seo Haeun immediately scrunched her face in disgust, but she quickly gave up and stuck her tongue out like a little squirrel, giving my sack hesitant, sloppy licks. When I frowned at the sight, she let out a long sigh and carefully opened her mouth wider to take my balls inside.
No matter how thoroughly she had washed herself, these were still the parts that looked physiologically dirty. Watching a genetically superior woman timidly give them a deep, submissive kiss filled me with the same sense of conquest I felt when I came inside her pussy.
…And in the middle of it, her hands were wandering, Haeun.
After a moment of consideration, I laced my fingers through her lost, aimless hands.
“…Haa, you actually like this kind of thing…?”
“Don’t ask obvious questions and just suck. …Not too hard.”
“…”
There was no direct stimulation on my fully erect cock, yet the urge to cum surged even stronger than before. All I was doing was interlocking fingers with a woman on her knees glaring up at me with terrified eyes while she lewdly sucked on my balls. Ah, of course I had also dressed her up in a school uniform yesterday and pumped her full of cum. And I had sucked on her nipples until she woke up against her will before dragging her into the bathroom. The pleasure that rose through my perineum and up my spine couldn’t be explained by ordinary lust.
“Ah… hoo…”
“…Hmph.”
When I let out a satisfied sigh, Seo Haeun—who had been licking my balls—snorted and began to mouth them more aggressively. I squeezed her fingers tightly to communicate the electric pleasure I was feeling. She exhaled sharply through her nose once more and started glaring up at me with irritated eyes.
Those eyes were full of the rebellious spirit that hadn’t shown even a trace yesterday. The exact look that was so typical of her made my desire boil over. I released her hand, grabbed the back of her head, and slammed her face against my cock.
“Nngh… uup…”
Her beautiful face, tongue sticking out as it was crushed against my shaft, twisted violently. Disgust. Annoyance. Contempt. All those negative emotions flooded her expression before quickly shifting into one of resignation. That attitude that said nothing I did to her mattered anymore. I could clearly see what kind of mindset she was using to protect her sanity, but I didn’t feel like shattering it completely. There was nothing in it for me, and… she would break herself eventually anyway.
“…Wipe your mouth and lean against the wall.”
“…”
Seo Haeun looked up at me with an indifferent expression. I pressed the showerhead against her chest—which looked like it could hold water if she simply crossed her arms—and let the warm stream that had been heating her back pour over her. After enduring the hot water for a moment, she politely cupped her hands, rinsed her mouth, washed her face, and then stood up abruptly.
I pushed her—barely tall enough to reach my shoulders even when standing straight—against the glass wall of the shower stall. Stepping back slightly, I poured hot water over her ass, the same one I had fucked yesterday. It didn’t take long before she spoke.
“……Does this satisfy you?”
“…Good girl.”
She obediently grabbed her own ass and spread her cheeks apart, offering her most private place to me. Her pussy, which stayed tightly closed unless forced open, its inner folds barely visible, was now peeled open obscenely. She was begging me to devour it.
“…Haa…”
I didn’t refuse the sincere breakfast she had prepared. I ate it thoroughly.
Slap. Slap.
The sound of our wet bodies colliding echoed loudly inside the enclosed space.
“…Good thing it’s not a dangerous day. I was going to creampie you anyway.”
“How the hell would you know that…”
“I know when your period is. …It’s in three days, right?”
“You crazy bastard…”
Even though I had uncovered an embarrassing secret no woman wanted exposed, she didn’t get that angry. She probably had so many weaknesses and secrets already exposed that it barely registered. She had never had sex with anyone except the man she hated most in the world. She had never kissed anyone except the man she found most repulsive. When the most disgusting man in the world scraped her inner walls, her waist trembled. When the man she hated most pinched her nipples, pathetic moans escaped her lips. When the man who knew her better than anyone else thrust into this spot, she came hard, overwhelmed with pleasure. Every weakness she didn’t even know she had—he knew them all.
“Getting pregnant isn’t that easy anyway. …If you’re really worried, take the pill as soon as your period starts. I’ll buy it for you.”
“Haa… You think I don’t know you’re going to keep fucking me even after knocking me up…?”
“I’ll fuck you even if you don’t take it. …If you really hate it, then don’t.”
“…”
It was completely natural to want to pump as much cum as possible into such a soft, delicate woman. The way she trembled, convinced she was filling her womb with an unwanted man’s seed, praying desperately that she wouldn’t ovulate—Seo Haeun at that moment was more arousing than I could have imagined. Whether she wanted it or not, I had no intention of holding back from flooding the pathetic, coquettish pussy that fluttered every time I drove into her.
“I wasn’t joking about what I said last time. …If it happens, it happens. You know it’s every guy’s fantasy to knock up a rich man’s daughter, right?”
“You fucking lunatic…”
Whether it happened or not was entirely up to her. She could decide for herself. It wasn’t like she would starve to death either way.
“If you get on your knees and beg me to marry you, I might actually think about it… so do whatever you want. …If you want me to fuck you, I will.”
“There’s no way I’d ever do something like that, you fucking psycho…!”
Even as she spread her own pussy with her hands, crushing her voluptuous breasts against the glass until they flattened, her inner walls quivering as violently as her pounding heartbeat—
“…I’ll fuck you every single day except when you’re on your period, so don’t worry even if you get pregnant. Got it?”
“Got wha—! Nngh… oooh……♡”
There was no way this would fail. A cute pet. A beautiful face. Breasts made for sex. …She was the perfect stereotype of success.