Silenced Ecstasy and House Hunting
Margaret tilted her head at the sudden appearance of the potion, but seeing her own pussy lips turning bright red around it, her clit swelling up like a blood-engorged club, she let out a sigh of relief. A perfectly natural reaction for someone seeing a dick like this for the first time. To ease her mind, I lay back on the bed, parting her dark pubic hair and rubbing the healing lube—as well healing ointment and lubricant—gently over her labia and around her entrance like a caress. Her knees buckled from the thick fingers' stimulation.
"Hngh!"
Confirming Margaret's aroused moan, I pried her clenched thighs apart with all my strength, shifted position in an instant, and pressed my dick against her entrance.
Right now's gotta be the tastiest moment.
Squelch.
My cock plunged into her pussy amid the lewd sounds of the potion and other fluids mixing. Her mouth—covered by my hand—let out ragged breaths from the heavy intrusion and stimulation. But despite the physical reactions, her eyes looking up at me were filled with anxiety. She'd realized she couldn't endure it. Not knowing Stewart was out cold from the transfusion, it was an unavoidable response for her.
Then let's go with mute mode for this round?
A woman's moans could be an aphrodisiac, but this was about secretly fucking a married woman while her husband slept nearby. If Margaret couldn't focus on the sex from worrying, it'd be a loss for me too. Nodding to myself, I quickly rolled up the panties tossed carelessly on the bed and stuffed them into her mouth.
"Hngh! Mmph!"
With that measure in place, I grabbed her freed arms, tied them behind her, and finally slammed my hips down for real.
Splurt.
No need for gentle buildup with a non-virgin married woman—luxury she didn't deserve. Her cervix got battered in one thrust, and as the vicious glans—shaped like a brutal helmet—scraped mercilessly along her vaginal walls on the way out, her waist shuddered violently under my weight, jerking repeatedly.
"Hnnngh! Mmph!"
Her hips bucking wildly from just one stroke was adorable as hell. Letting out a small chuckle, I started thrusting slower than usual.
She wasn't some uninhabited island exotic beastkin—she was a pure vanilla human. Treat her like my women and she'd literally get wrecked, so no choice.
Thwack. Thwack.
I usually went hard with my lovers for that intense exchange, but with Margaret, the slow hip snaps felt like savoring every inch of her insides, licking them one by one. Satisfying exhale. But unlike me, Margaret was going nuts from the drawn-out pleasure flashes—each poke and pull prolonging what should've been quick sparks. Endless orgasms with no breaks left her trembling violently, breaths ragged like she was choking.
"How's it feel? Better than your husband?"
"Hnnngh, hng! Mmph!"
No need for formalities at this point, so I released her arms, pinched her massive tits' fruits, and flashed a sleazy grin. No room to respond to my NTR bait lines? Instead, she answered by squirting from her urethra, soaking my lower abs.
One hand clawing the bedsheets desperately, the other pushing at my stomach begging for mercy—pure male triumph surged as I claimed this prime bitch. Time to blow.
Spurt! Splurt!
"Hnnnngh!"
With my ejaculation, her legs clamped my waist tight—instinct kicking in. I smirked lazily in satisfaction and turned my head.
Couldn't understand it, but a finishing touch was needed.
"Heh. Stewart, your woman's a freak."
With that, I started snapping my hips again for round two. Droplets at the corners of Stewart's eyes—who knew what dream he was having—were a welcome sight.
"Hngh! Hng! Hngh!"
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The game has been paused.
"Hoo..."
Rubbing my heavy eyelids from the all-night creampies and cleanup before returning, my familiar real-world room came into view as I came to. My hand, habitually about to allocate the points to stats, paused.
"Maybe... save these?"
Pumping stats more right now wouldn't yield noticeable improvements anyway—obvious as day.
"Just in case..."
You never knew when or in what world a useful ability might pop up, so I shifted my gaze from the remaining points, did my routine inventory maintenance, and called Park Jisu.
After a bit of waiting to her cute melody ringtone, rustling sounds came through with her groggy voice on connect.
"Whaaat...?"
She must've been resting at home using the attendance waiver given to participants like me during the ongoing Grand Prix schedule. I'd worried she might've been dragged off by the Association during her elimination time, but seeing her free, my lips curled up.
"Babe, gotta go house hunting—what're you doing?"
"Huh? House?"
"We said we'd live together—Alzheimer's already, granny?"
My blunt words drew a thud and static from the phone, her slapstick face crystal clear in my mind.
"W-wait, you wanna go today?"
"Yeah. Busy?"
"Uh... got a meeting with the advertiser this afternoon."
"You bitch? Scheduling something that big without your husband's okay?"
"Huh?"
She'd gone from contact to fixed meeting inside gates despite my beatdown—unbelievable.
Good thing I called. Gotta keep this wifey on a leash.
Couldn't even wait post-tourney to sneak off to advertisers. My relaxed house-date plans tensed up instantly.
"Anyway, grab the car and come out—today you're my chauffeur as punishment, got it, President Park?"
"O-okay, got it."
Call ended on her flustered reply. I headed to the bathroom for a bath. Night after her school uniform ad shoot had my dick rock-hard already.
"Fuckin' cosplay sex!"
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"How's this one? Decent view, big parking—seems comfy for living."
Instructor Park Jongcheol chatted with the realtor between me and Jisu's shit-eating expressions, then turned to us.
"Instructor, why're you here?"
Jisu nodded fiercely, eyes blazing at my words. We'd planned a cozy couple's housewarming date, but some gross middle-aged dude crashed it—my tone wasn't polite.
Sighing at our rotten faces—despite his own forced cheer—Park Jongcheol shot back.
"You little shits, I canceled a zoo trip with my bunny daughter for this, fuck."
"What's that got to do with us?"
Thwack!
Ignoring any learning curve, he smacked my head and clutched his hand, groaning.
"Tch, you'd leave brats like you alone after that mess? Principal's orders—shut up and deal."
"Aw, should've said so. You're sneaky like Jeong Jae-kyung sometimes, huh, President Park?"
"Si... lence?"
Less bold and thick-skinned than me, Jisu hid behind my back from his glaring eyes.
Dare bully my woman.
I pulled the fidgeting Jisu into my arms and glared slits at him. Finally learning, he froze his swing, trembling.
"Hoo... birds of a feather."
"Instructor, that's harsh coming from you."
"Cut the shit."
"Yes sir."
Vibes screamed incoming smack if I yapped more, so I nodded quick and toured the house. He switched to pro mode instantly, using his married-dad experience to nitpick pros and cons from living room to closets, utility, master bedroom.
Pissed at the date crash, but once we lived together, every moment'd be a date anyway—so play safe like he said. Calming my pout, I glanced at Jisu as he poured earnest advice.
Principal's orders, huh?
Self-proclaimed aide or not, Park Jongcheol was top-tier A-rank. Chasing us for post-care? Bullshit.
Obviously the 1+1 deal I mentioned.
Awakener society was apocalypse-style power rules. Take Cha Eun-woo's mess—if Hanseong Group chairman, his sponsor, wasn't S-rank, it'd be over. Principal pressure, sponsorship cut. No Union temptation then...
In this mess, who leaves a rare S-rank sprout—only three in Korea—unattended?
Hanseong chairman pulling strings too?
Association tied to Jisu's contract, unlikely direct word, but sketchy no reaction from money-mad chairman.