Birth of the Pussy King
The Green Frog King acting all smug and chill when he's the one who's gonna get the most fun out of this really pisses me off.
"Hey, I gotta confess something."
"Huh?"
Park Jisu shoots me a look like What the fuck kinda bullshit is this? Her reaction is even better than expected.
"Feels like my dick got even bigger?"
"Eh?"
I calmly guide her tiny hand to my rock-hard cock.
"Eek!"
Her eyes, already bulging wide, tremble at the totally different girth and ridges compared to before.
Cute as hell.
She yanks her hand away in a panic and stares down at my dick like she can't believe it.
"W-what the hell! This thing!"
"What else? Your hubby's cock."
"What kinda retarded shape is this dick?!"
Retarded? Isn't that a bit harsh? I pout like I'm hurt, and she stammers in a fluster.
"N-no, I mean! Isn't this some kinda disease?"
She picks the worst word. What a cute little bitch.
"Nah? My powers got stronger from all the training, and my dick changed with it."
"Oh... 'cause of your powers?"
"Yeah."
It's common knowledge worldwide that powers can alter your appearance. People turn into cyclops freaks or giants... or total studs like me. She finally lets out a relieved sigh at my excuse.
"W-well, that's good then... It doesn't hurt, right?"
She's gazing at me with worried eyes, clueless that this thing's about to wreck her pussy. Precum starts leaking just from the sight.
"It hurts 'cause it's so hard."
I look down at her with heated eyes, and she gets the hint—her face steaming as she hesitantly lifts one leg.
Her instincts are fully trained now. Heh.
That's the pose she knows makes it easy for me to lift her. Carry-fuck Form One. Once my arm slips between her raised legs, she'll be airborne.
But she's still letting her guard down.
Even with my dick like this, she has no clue what kinda hell she's in for. No need to scare her, though. Don't want her throwing a tantrum and backing out...
So I keep up the gentle act for her sake, sliding my arm between her thighs. She shifts her weight onto it, and her other leg dangles naturally in the air, hooked over my arm. Carry-fuck complete.
She wraps her arms around my neck, fully in the mood now, her girlish face begging for love. I give her a soft kiss, then adjust our positions. My cock naturally presses against her pussy.
Drop my arm now, and it's shish-kebab time. Am I the Lord of Blood, soaked in virgin fluids? I chuckle at the dumb thought, and Park Jisu grins back for some reason.
She mirrors my smile purely, innocently. It tickles my chest. That feeling turns straight into a deep kiss.
*Smack. Slurp.*
"Haa... haaah!"
Our saliva strings connect amid beastly pants as my cock teases her pussy, drawing needy moans from her.
Her hazy eyes scream Fill me up, you bitch in heat. If the wife's asking, I gotta deliver. But no scaring her, so slow...
*Squish...*
My thicker shaft slides across her bald, cute little pussy.
"Ahhhhaaaah!"
Her pussy's molded to me from nonstop fucking, but the new dick makes her react fresh.
"Nngh! Hnn... haa..."
Right now, just the head's breaching her entrance. Even that's got her gripping my neck hard.
"W-what... nngh!"
She senses how different it feels and shoots me a demanding look. Hey, you saw it—why bitch at me? Cheeky wife.
"Didn't you look at my dick earlier?"
"D-dick?"
Panting and catching her breath, she suddenly recalls my monstrous cock. Her flushed face drains of color as she stares at me.
"N-no, don't! Hubby, p-please, have mercy?"
She's trembling with fear, looking like a scared little animal. A rush of taboo thrill and sticky lust surges through me.
I pull her close again—she flinches at every little prod but hugs back calmly.
"Wifey."
"Y-yeah?"
"Where's my dick supposed to go?"
"..."
*Gasp!*
"M-my... my pussy..."
I hoist my arm higher, rocking her body, whispering in her ear. She bites her lip, steels herself, and meets my eyes with resolve.
Too damn cute.
"Heh. Wifey, your pussy's my dick case for life, got it?"
I grin playfully to ease the mood, and she relaxes, giggling.
"Hmph! Deal and double deal!"
Talking big when just the head's got her melting... Guess I gotta slam it in.
"Alright, I'll count to three—get ready."
"Hoo! Hoo!"
She breathes cute little puffs through her tiny mouth.
"Ready?"
"Yeah."
"Thhhree."
"Three."
"Twooo."
"Two."
She babbles along with my count. Fuck, it's too tempting to troll her.
"Oooone."
"One, o—one~"
I drag out the count mischievously. Despite saying three, no thrust comes—she looks confused, then realization hits and she blurts first.
"Ze-zerooo!"
*Squelch!*
Off-beat attack. Perfect.
Park Jisu's best trolled raw. Before she finishes zero, my hips buck up. Her pussy, relaxed from counting, gets invaded mercilessly, racing toward the hilt.
"Ooooh! O... hnnn..."
*Sploooosh.*
Shocked silly, warm piss sprays my abs. Her pussy clenches erratically, screaming her panic. I snort at the sensation.
"Haa... fucking love it."
"Oogh... ngh..."
Awakener bodies are no joke—light returns to her eyes bit by bit.
"W-what the...?"
I lick drool from her lips; she squirms, then clocks the situation.
Her arms cling to my neck somehow, but her lower half's numb—limp and dangling off my arm. Golden streams pour nonstop. Total slut mode.
"How's it feel? Good?"
I nuzzle and lick her neck softly. Despite trembling in fear, she tightens her grip at my affection.
"Y-yeah! Totally fine. Hic! Heehee."
One thrust and she's hiccuping with cocky confidence... Wanted sweet time with her, but can't hold back.
"Wanna keep going?"
"D-do whatever you want, hubby..."
She whispers with a grin. This bitch is making it impossible...
Her eyes rolled back, I led us straight into tardiness at the opening ceremony next day.
Late was lucky... Her lower half, draped on me mid-melt, got broadcast worldwide. Naturally.
Thus, my new nickname: Pussy King.
That day, I officially became the Pussy King worldwide.
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"..."
"..."
Silence from me and Park Jisu. One odd detail: I'm standing alone; she's primly seated.
After her ceremony cling-fest aired live, Instructor Park Jongcheol summoned us. He's glaring, clearly agonizing over what to do with us.
Fuck. We're not kids... Sex makes you late sometimes. Big deal.
Does my grumbling show? He finally snaps.
"You crazy fucks. I said keep it moderate, right?"
"...Sorry, sir."
"Sorry, sir."
Reflex apologies. As national reps, he doesn't wanna crush our spirits— just heavy sighs.
"Hoo... Jisu..."
She stands shakily on wobbly legs. Sweating bullets at her state, he sends her back to the dorm. Her event's gate hunting—not urgent now.
She shuffles off red-faced and trembling; he glares at me sourly.
"Kang San."
"Yes."
He's past instructor mode—talking like a neighborhood bro, fully resigned.
"Back home, they're rioting to slap an ankle monitor on you."
"..."
"Can't really do it, though... Jisu's an adult; you're not wrong."
Instructor's got our backs. Emotion tsunami incoming.
"But... for real, right?"
His eyes turn suspicious.
"No biggie."
"Really?"
"Yes."
"Know what they're calling you?"
"..."
"Pussy King. Pussy King."
Nothing to say. Not even Tyrant King—just Pussy King. Coined by America, no less.
Asians barely blinked—baby faces and small builds are normal. But big Westerners? Culture shock city.
"You're Pussy King for life now. Country can't fix that."
"Win this, and Pussy turns to Tyrant, right?"
Slim hope, but he eyes me wistfully.
"Then it'd be Pussy-Pussy King?"
Fucking asshole. Demon mode tempting. Can't go Murim Cult on reality.
"Anyway... Pussy King or whatever, lose and you're really fucked."
"No worries. I'll win."
My powers are beyond A-rank equivalent. Zero percent chance I lose here.
As our handler, he's buried in pressure—my confident vibe finally loosens his stiff face.
"Good. Keep that energy."
"Yes."
"...But really, though?"
I glare sharply; he flinches. My eyes say murder, but I'm seething injustice.
Fuck. How savage Jisu gets in bed... Bullshit.
As I stew, staff from various countries pass by—fans, cheer squads.
Suddenly, they all twist necks like horror flick zombies.
""PUSSY KING!!!""
The unified roar sends chills up my spine, blood boiling reverse.
America. You're dead, you fucks.