Deflowering the Cheeky Wiso-hwa
Beyond her whiny, whimpering moans, the pressure wrapping around my head began skyrocketing toward the heavens. Wiso-hwa, tormenting her husband with martial arts no less. As a true Confucian boy of this era, I couldn't tolerate such a sight, so I slyly pulled the right nipple I'd been suckling from my mouth. Seizing the moment as she caught her breath, I mercilessly pinched and twisted it.
"Kkuuuhng!"
Her breath exploded out in a ragged gasp, and a trailing moan escaped her unguarded lips. Timing it perfectly, I turned my head and latched onto the left nipple, repeating the process. I sucked until she could barely endure it, right up to the peak, then pinched with my fingers. I was determined to make those hidden nipples never retreat again, swelling her areolas—larger than most women's—until they puffed up proudly... With patience, I continued this so-called "caressing" turned nipple training.
I kept at it until her arms crushed my head against her chest in climax after climax, her moans echoing, until my hair was soaked in her saliva.
"Haa... ugh! Heut... V-Vice Military Officer. Please... have mercy..."
She arched her back, pulling her head away, those pink-flushed—now beet-red—nipples and areolas gleaming as she shot me a pitiful glance. Her once-neat dull blonde hair clung to her sweat-slicked skin, radiating raw eroticism, strands sticking to her temple and smooth forehead. Even pinned under her ass, my cock throbbed at the sight, a sharp ache spreading through my lower body.
"Mercy? Nah... looks like no more worrying about inverted nipples now."
"R-Right...?"
Even after stopping the nipple torment she'd secretly craved, she squirmed her hips, tilting her head with a dissatisfied pout. Body and mind at odds, huh. The slick wetness seeping from her thighs and ass onto my cock told me she was plenty aroused—ready to take me in. But something about her—those responsive nipples, that punchy personality—made me smirk. This time, my hand slid up her groin, past the neatly trimmed golden bush, to toy with her pussy.
Her slit was slippery and sticky, oozing arousal. As my fingers slithered over the plump labia like snakes, "Haat! Ueut!" Unlike during the breast play, she now threw her head and back in ecstasy.
Supporting her lower back with one hand for the girl straddling my lap, I spread and squeezed her labia, teasing until she trembled in shallow climaxes. Matching her shivers, I pinched the peeking clit—just like with her nipples.
"Kkuhuut...!?"
Her body jerked violently, lower half thrusting up as she collapsed against me. Instinctively bracing her back with my arm, knees, and a foot on the bedframe, she bridged into a full arch. Through the hand tormenting her clit, I felt the gush of her squirt. Admiring her heaving breasts and erect nipples from her arched pose, I smiled in satisfaction, stroking her pussy upward before pulling my hand away.
"How's that feel? Good?"
"Haa... ugh...! Hek..."
Not even penetrated—just labia and clit play—and she was already out of it. Did I overdo the nipples? Whether from the torment or her naturally responsive body matching her feisty nature, I sensed if I kept caressing, I'd end up pounding her unconscious pussy. So I lifted her trembling form and laid her neatly on the bed.
"Alright... time for our little Wiso to nurse."
"Hek...? N-Nurse...? Not... hungry..."
"Shh. Not with your mouth, so just relax and lie back."
"Y-Yes... B-But you saying it like that... feels nice... hehe."
"Close your eyes and spread your legs."
Obediently starting to comply, she peeked at my fully erect cock and flinched.
"Uh... M-Maybe I don't need to nurse after all..."
"Want a punishment?"
"N-No! Sorry!"
Her sweet compliance made her try to climb back on, but my cold glare pinned her down. Chastened like a soldier, she straightened up and spread her legs. Sweet-talk her, and she climbs your head; go firm, and she's a disciplined recruit. A fresh side to her.
Classic strong-weak-weak-strong type. Won't be boring. Heh heh.
Despite my recent glare, she eyed the monstrous cock warily, slyly closing her thighs like a scared recruit. I could already picture her natural bickering with Dokgo Hwaryeon.
"Spread 'em again."
"...Y-You sure... it's okay...?"
Fearful after climaxing from mere caresses, she stared at the thick shaft. I flashed a reassuring smile, positioning myself between her legs in answer.
"Hoo... huu... huu..."
Her clumsy deep breaths with eyes squeezed shut were adorable. No way she'd endure her first time fully conscious... Confirming her futile preparations, I wordlessly pried her creeping thighs apart with both hands. Aligning my precum-glistening glans to her entrance, I thrust my hips forward.
"Kkuuht...!"
Plenty loosened from foreplay, yet the hymen's tear made her grit her teeth, clutching the sheets. True to her impatient nature and selfish pursuits, even as my cock burrowed in, she tried closing her thighs and pushing my abdomen away with her arms.
At her insolence, instinct took over—I gripped her slender neck with one hand.
"Kkut...?! Kk...!"
My iron vise crushed the fight from her thighs; her pushing hands grabbed my arm instead. Still, fearing malice, a warm piss stream splashed my abs amid the wet sounds.
Easing my grip slightly, she coughed, gazing up with teary eyes.
"Kek... S-Sorry. I'll hold it... please loosen... okay?"
Her words and face begged like a repentant child, but her wriggling hips tried pulling out the glans hovering at her hymen. Smirking, I pressed my other hand—still on her lower belly—down to keep it from escaping.
"You said you need to get pregnant. Keep pulling out like this, and we're in trouble..."
"It... hurts too much..."
"Weren't you spoiled too much? How'd you even learn martial arts?"
"Uh... mostly elixirs to build inner energy."
First-rate aura, but pill-stuffed to the peak realm. Tongue-clicking at Geom-ma's blatant favoritism, I retightened my grip on her loosened neck.
"Kkuuuk...?!"
Shocked amid her shivers, she looked up questioningly.
"Your pretty neck's too tempting. Gotta hold it like this. You get it, right?"
She shook her head vehemently, but as my grip intensified, her trembling eyes nodded faintly.
"Good. Shall we continue?"
Her legs spread wide; the glans resumed its advance on her hymen.
"Kkuuuk! Kek!"
Feeling her slick, warm walls, I loosened enough for breath, but her choked gasps amused me. Better to ram it home than drag it out—I tensed my slow-thrusting hips.
Kuuuuk!
The glans snapped something, then plunged through ripe walls to her cervix. My palm on her belly felt the thick shaft's bulge.
"Hoo... ugh...!"
Startled by the sudden impale, her pussy clenched rhythmically; she threw her head back, gasping. Scanning for issues, I collapsed my belly onto her lower half and began slow pistoning.
Paak! Peuk! Peuk!
Thrusting sharply, her instinctive thigh squeeze failed against our locked union—her legs wrapped my waist naturally, clinging like a desperate female. Satisfied, I gripped her neck with both hands, slamming deep and grinding slow.
Gripping her fragile throat drew tiny screams and leg-crushing spasms; releasing brought ragged breaths, clenching tremors from cock-stimulated walls.
"Feels good... Behave from now on, yeah?"
"Y-Yes... Kek. Heut...!"
Her flushed face and dazed eyes melted. Oxygen deprivation dulled her mind, pleasure surged from below, my growling whisper overwhelmed her—she looked utterly lost.
Whine under torment, submit, then resist—this novel woman made me think women were unknowable even after knowing them.