You Can't Resist a Married Woman Who's Taken (4)
I've honestly lost track of how many times I've blown my load inside her.
And through it all, I still haven't stopped thrusting, working my hips with all the energy I can muster.
As for the count — well, I could just tally up the used condoms scattered around. That'd settle it.
"Hngh, hnngh... Ahh... Nn, nghh......"
My sister-in-law's stamina had long since hit rock bottom, and now she lay sprawled and limp beneath me, taking every thrust like a rag doll.
Even with her body pushed past its limits, the pleasure wouldn't stop coming, so all she could manage were faint little jolts and the thin, reedy moans leaking out of her.
Don't get me wrong — I'm enjoying how docile she's become. She barely puts up a fight anymore, which lets me concentrate on the fucking.
Still, something about it feels... lacking.
Her stamina is just pathetic.
It's not like she's ever carried a child for her husband, and she only just turned thirty.
She's supposedly some big-shot influencer who keeps her body in shape, so I'd honestly expected better.
At this rate she's not much different from a sex toy. Sex isn't just about pounding away and dumping your load, you know.
But then again...
Our chemistry isn't bad at all, actually.
And more than anything, no matter how much experience she may or may not have, this is her first time mixing bodies with me — so maybe she's just not used to it yet.
Or hey, who knows?
If we keep up this arrangement, maybe she'll naturally be tamed into it...?
Her pussy, her tits, her nipples, her ass, her thighs, her waist, her face.
A woman named Han Hyeran, reduced to my personal onahole — mine, and mine alone.
And better yet, a young, used-up married woman with an owner already... belonging to me?
How the hell am I supposed to resist that?
"Our chemistry turned out way better than I expected, so personally I'd love to keep using you on a regular basis — how does that sound, sister-in-law~? Oh, and if you're interested, I'm more than happy to arrange a monthly subscription plan too."
Eating anything for free is theft.
Which means paying a proper price for what you eat makes it perfectly legal.
"Ah.... Nn, nngh.... Ah...!"
"Well, take your time and think it over."
I'd figured she'd react at least a little to the goading, but she's past the point of answering entirely.
Every time I spear deep into her, all I get is a faint shudder, like a phone vibrating, and another moan spilling out.
Then again, maybe the cold shoulder is even better?
There's a certain pleasure in ravishing someone that thoroughly until they finally learn who's on top.
But honestly, this has its own charm too.
She's basically on the verge of passing out, so her blank expression and total non-response are fair game.
Mmm... now that I think about it, even this is kind of hot, in its own way....
Well... whatever tastes good, tastes good.
Looking back on it now, there's really no need to overcomplicate things.
If a meal's been laid out deliciously, you eat it deliciously. Simple as that.
Sex is just instinct in motion — no thinking required.
How wonderful is it that it's that simple...?
"Nngh...! I'm getting close to my limit here, so I'm going to dump one more load inside you...!"
"Nn, nngh... Ah.... Nnh, ohh...!"
"That's permission, right?"
She's still doing nothing but moaning, so I genuinely can't tell what she's mumbling.
But instinct caught one single, unmistakable fact.
The moment I said it, the slick folds of my sister-in-law's pussy gave my cock the faintest squeeze...!
In other words — a signal. Come inside.
Not that it matters either way. I'm wearing a condom.
Slap-slap-slap-slap♥
For the finale, I drove in deep enough to force her cervix open...!
Slamming my hips against the flesh of her ass with everything I had left, burying myself to the hilt...!
Spurrt...! Spurrt...!
"Hnngh—!"
"Nn, nghhh...!"
I pressed our bodies together as tight as they'd go and came.
My sister-in-law was climaxing right along with me, voice cracking into something hoarse and ragged.
"Since it's the last one, I won't leave a single drop behind."
Watching her lie there utterly powerless, I poured my seed out in endless spurts.
Maybe it was because this was the final, all-out condom ejaculation, but it felt like this one swelled up far fuller than any load I'd dumped before.
My sister-in-law's pussy is fucking incredible.
This pleasure that wraps around my entire body.
I've felt it over and over with each load, and it never, ever gets old.
Haah... if only this had been raw, no condom...
It would feel so absurdly, earth-shatteringly good that comparing it to this would be an insult to comparison itself.
Squeeze-squeeze♥
Before pulling out, I wrapped my arms around her from behind and held her tight.
Then, still coming, I ground myself against her inner walls, pressing in deep.
After all, this was the finale — I needed to mark her properly.
Your pussy, your womb, your entire body — every last inch of it belongs to me and me alone.
Her head might say no, but her body is honest.
Just like my sister-in-law is right now.
Shluuurch....
Marking her done, I savored every inch of her flushed, fever-hot body one last time, then slowly drew my hips back and slid out.
My sister-in-law's consciousness had all but flown away from her climax.
She lay frozen, twitching, her fingers scraping at the floor.
All that grumbling about her nails getting ruined and whatnot —
apparently the current state of her mind had no room left to care.
Well, sure. The woman can't even manage a coherent answer, just whimpering away — where exactly would she find the spare attention for her manicure?
Savoring both the pleasure and that sweet sense of total conquest, I tied off the condom from my final load and tossed it down right in front of her eyes.
"Phew.... That was absolutely incredible, sister-in-law."
Two days have passed since I spent them mixing bodies with my sister-in-law, long and thoroughly.
Hmm... was it around then that it started?
Ever since, the moment my sister-in-law's eyes met mine, she'd avert her gaze or beat a hasty retreat from the room.
I suppose the fear carved into her body has her instinctively avoiding me.
Anyone watching would think I'm the victimizer here.
If I'd forced her, I'd have no defense.
But my sister-in-law and I came together consensually. Mutual agreement.
And we didn't just agree — we shared a love so deep it left her convulsing. And now she suddenly pulls the wounded-party act? Do you have any idea how unjustly accused that makes me feel...?
Mmm, I can't let things stay like this.
I put in all that groundwork, stacked up all that leverage, and even got to the sex.
Letting everything snap back to square one now? Absolutely unacceptable.
Fortunately, I've already learned that for all her sturdy-looking guard, inside she's a little soft — easily swayed, quick to waver.
So that's exactly the weak point I'll dig into, relentlessly.
And then I'll construct a situation she can't help but find quietly tempting — one she has no choice but to accept.
Shhhh—
As it happens, my sister-in-law is in the shower right now, and her husband stepped out to take out the trash just a moment ago.
You couldn't script better timing if you tried — my heart's pounding and my nose is working overtime.
No way I'm letting a chance like this slip by. I slip quietly into the changing room.
Knock knock—
As I said before, I am a gentleman among gentlemen.
So I give a light knock while the sound of running water is going.
Purely to check whether anyone's inside, you understand.
The water, I mean. Someone might have absentmindedly left the tap running on their way out.
Mmm, but of course.
I step naturally into the changing room, and from beyond the door comes the hiss of the shower and a woman's voice humming softly to herself.
That must be the neighbor, obviously. Certainly not my sister-in-law.
After all, the fact that nobody answered my knock is proof positive that the room is empty.
I strip off my clothes and tuck them into the laundry basket.
If you've come to shower, taking your clothes off before you go in is just common sense, no?
And so I turn the doorknob and step into the shower room where — most definitely not my sister-in-law...
...a mysterious woman's humming mingles with the sound of running water.
"......Huh?"
My sister-in-law whirled around at the sudden sound of the door opening, and our eyes locked.
The instant she saw my naked body standing there, her face began draining white.
Or, to be precise, she's probably reacting to my fully erect cock.
Can you blame me, though? I'm presenting myself like I'm asking for compliments, gleaming in full display. How could anyone possibly look at that and not get hard?
And speaking of which — she really is a sight to behold.
That virginal, untouched-maiden reaction, paired with those bouncy, supple curves of ass and breast. I've seen them plenty of times now, yet somehow I never get tired of looking.
"Kya, KYAAAAAH...!!"
"Oh, for fuck's sake."
Right in the middle of my quiet appreciation, my sister-in-law's shriek tore into my eardrums, and my mood plummeted.
She hastily covered her bared breasts and pussy, then turned on me with eyes brimming with tears of fury.
"Wh-what do you th-think you're doing, barging in without even knocking...!? No — even if you had knocked, you hear running water! Doesn't that tell you someone's in here!?"
"Sorry to disappoint, but I knocked several times. Someone might've left the tap running — how exactly am I supposed to be certain there's a person inside?"
"...A-and you think that reasoning actually holds up?"
My sister-in-law glared at me with pure contempt in her eyes.
Wearing an expression that said I can't listen to another second of this, she jerked her chin toward the door.
"A-anyway! Now that you know someone's in here, get out! Right this instant...!!"
"Pardon?"
Resting a hand on my hip, I tilted my head in exaggerated bewilderment.
"I didn't come in on purpose or anything. I just worked up a bit of a sweat and came to shower. And suddenly I'm being ordered out?"
"I-I was here first, so you get out...! And why do you keep leering at me like such a pervert...!?"
"Counting today, I've seen you three times in total. It's not like you wear out. What's the big deal?"
"Wh-what did you just say?"
"Besides — we've already mixed our bodies together and shared a passionate, burning love. Why on earth would you get all shy and bashful over something as small as this, hm...?"
"Y-you...!!"
Caught between sexual harassment and cold, hard fact, my sister-in-law had no comeback left in her — all she could do was grind her teeth and tremble with rage.
Then she slammed the shower tap off, did her best to shield her body with her towel, and tried to squeeze past me toward the door.