Lingering Aches of Ecstasy
That arrogant bastard. "Aaah!" Park Jisu, soaking in the tub, furrowed her brows at the sharp ache between her legs. Right away, memories flooded her mind—of Kang San and their mind-melting time together.
"Fucking psycho."
Her mouth spat curses, but her face flushed hot in an instant, her heart pounding like crazy. Their first time together. Looking back on those two hazy days of nonstop fucking, it felt like some absurd dream. But the throbbing pain from her swollen pussy was real proof, snapping her back to reality.
She'd lost her virginity. And not just lost it—she'd been used like a ragdoll for two whole days, showing every filthy side of herself as she hit her limits and clung to him desperately.
When did it start going off the rails? Kissing over wine had been fine at first. Kang San stroking her sweetly, locking eyes with that tender gaze. It had stolen her breath away. Was that why she'd clung to him even harder, begging for his love?
It got me so fucking turned on, too...
But right as things were heating up, she'd caught him staring at her completely hairless lower half with a weird look. No way was she letting it end like that. She climbed on top of him, and everything changed after that.
How many times had she cum in midair, ravaged by the beast he'd become? When she finally came to in his arms, the sun was high in the sky, and her body was so limp she couldn't move, trapped against him.
She'd even thought it was romantic back then. But no—the real hotel marathon kicked off. "Ha... romantic?" He kept her bound even while eating or showering, never letting go for a second. In those two days, Park Jisu couldn't remember her feet ever touching the floor. Absurd didn't even cover it.
"Aaaah!!!"
She'd whined and begged like a spoiled brat from the exhaustion. Shame made her scream out loud now.
Midway, he'd tied her up with some rope from god-knows-where, suspending her from his body as she squirted nonstop. Honestly, her memory blurred after that. Bound to him, lost in wave after wave of pleasure, she'd blacked out. Next thing she knew, she was in her own room. Her sisters' smirking glances as they passed...
After midterms, she'd asked her friends for advice just in case this happened. All useless.
Fuck.
She couldn't face him. Glancing at her smartphone, there was a photo in their chat from Kang San. Her eyes rolled back, tongue lolling out—next to him grinning mischievously at the lens. Park Jisu realized everything was fucked.
She let out a sigh, and just then, the read receipt vanished. Her phone rang immediately. Heart racing, she picked up. Dodging wasn't her style.
His playful voice came through as expected. "Heh heh. Wife! You awake yet?"
"Fuck off, you prick."
The curse slipped out before she could stop it, and choked laughter echoed from the other end.
"Get it now? Step out of line again, and you'll get punished. How dare a mere wife talk back to her sky-high hubby."
His voice dripped with smug arrogance, but Park Jisu couldn't snap back. She'd learned the hard way what "fucked raw" really meant. Two straight days impaled on his cock—how could she argue?
She mumbled incoherently, unable to respond, when his tone softened over the line. "You okay?"
"K-Kinda hurts."
"Eh, you're an awakener—no big deal. Rest up today."
"Yeah..."
"Slipped some ointment in your pocket while you were out. Rub it on if it hurts bad."
Hot and cold, just like him. Pretending to care like that made her nose tingle, heart thumping. She loved him too damn much.
I'm in deep...
It started when she'd secretly jerked him off while he slept. Maybe she owed those friends who'd advised her after all. "Just a handjob and he'll blow his load—one and done." She'd blown up at them back then. Now she felt guilty.
"B-But... what if I get pregnant...?"
Every drop of his cum had flooded straight inside her, from start to finish. First time with a guy, and now this tiny anxiety bubbled up. She wouldn't mind his kid, but not yet. Not before graduating the Academy.
His voice dismissed her worries like they were nothing. "We get married, you pop it out. What's the big deal? Don't sweat it—just rest. Show up to the Academy limping day after tomorrow, and it'll be chaos."
Something swelled in her chest, words failing her.
"Anyway, rest up."
He took her mumble as agreement and hung up. Thank god.
"I miss you."
Her wild heart nearly blurted it out. Close call. Park Jisu sighed, got out, and tidied up.
"I miss you..."
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I opened my eyes to a traditional Japanese tatami room. Got so caught up fucking Park Jisu senseless that I was late entering the Tokyo Apocalypse world. No biggie. My phone album was stocked with her embarrassing black history pics. Videos of her bawling and begging, too.
Cute little slut.
I'd handled her pretty rough—maybe too rough—but as an awakener, her body's durability held up fine.
You're locked in as my fucktoy from now on.
Remembering her clinging tight, hot breath on my chest, made my dick twitch again. I caught my breath and got up.
I could cool off with Ritka Kanzaki now that I was in the apocalypse world, but business first. Opening my Inventory, the solitude jar appeared, curling my lips into a grin. I'd snagged it to preserve survivor groups. Those wriggling larvae inside looked way more useful than they seemed.
Solitude—a wuxia-world artifact that enslaved minds, forcing absolute obedience. In this collapsed modern world, eradicating it was impossible.
In the game, getting infected just reset your character.
I recalled the solitude ending memes from the wuxia game forums.
Turn this place into a solitude breeding ground?
Materials and drugs? Easy—ship 'em via Ma-nae from the wuxia world. Goat Beard and the hierarchy were long flipped. Setting up a habitat for toxic critters in a world with similar civ levels? Piece of cake. Sure, primitives tried it before, but post-apoc modern science—biology, toxicology—made this prime for solitude production, even if ruined.
My head nodded on its own at the idea.
Kyoto's getting turned into a solitude plant.
Money-maker and plague-spreader. Handy world.
Knock knock.
Lost in future plans, I heard footsteps—a yakuza goon knocked.
"Kazuma-sama, Oyabun calls for you."
"Tell him I'm coming right away."
"Yes, sir."
Wonder what our diaper-wearing boss wanted today. Felt a twinge of pity, so no need to go full throttle.
I changed quick and headed to Masato's room. Inside the spacious chamber, a crowd had gathered—not just Kanzaki family. Three extras? Curious. I bowed briefly and sat demurely beside Ritka, who beamed and asked how I was with a warm smile.
Across from us, one guy's face soured fast.
Ah, that prick.
Had to be the asshole who rushed over this morning after hearing Ritka was back with the survivor group.
"Everyone's here, so let's start. First, this is Yoshida Eiji, our scout captain. Behind him are his team."
Masato introduced them. The three guys, who'd been ogling Ritka like mad, nodded curtly.
Fucking creeps.
"And this is Yamamoto Kazuma-kun, the benefactor who brought my long-talked-about daughter Ritka safely from Tokyo."
Ritka and I bowed shortly to them. Their attitudes were predictable, but no need to clash right off.
But Yoshida jumped in quick. "Masato-san, now that Ritka's back safe, how about honoring our agreement for faction unity?"
He'd lit up seeing her in person. His guards' crotches bulking up behind him—they were of one mind.