Chapter 103
Chapter 103
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 103
Chapter Title: Ayul Squirming So Deliciously
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Ayul was squirming so deliciously.
The unintended creampie left me flustered.
No matter how much I love coming inside, today I’d really planned to wrap it up properly and play it safe…
Ha, somehow my dick had felt all plush and gripped so fiercely.
Though Ayul was way more shocked than I was.
“Sniff! Sniff!”
“W-whoa? Ayul, don’t cry. What’s wrong?”
Ayul wasn’t the type to whimper cutely while impaled on my cock—she was genuinely pouring out tears of misery.
She seemed so frustrated and heartbroken that even as she wiped her eyes, she shot me sharp glares now and then.
No, the condom tearing wasn’t my fault, so why me…
Does she think I pre-tore it or something?
“Hic… hic… you bastard…!! Hng…!”
“…”
Ayul with both hands raised, wiping away the tears streaming down her face as she sobbed.
But as inappropriate as this might sound right now, her long, thick lashes sparkled as she cried so prettily.
Her eyes rimmed red, her face flushed like it might burst, radiating a hazy allure in every direction—yet the white cum leaking from her lower half twisted that allure straight into raw horniness.
I subtly eyed the creampie traces trickling from Ayul’s crotch and smacked my lips.
“…?! H-hng, waaah…!”
Tsk, Ayul caught my gaze, slapped a hand over her pussy, and wailed even louder.
Ayul’s usually stoic, but once she starts crying, she goes all out like the world’s ending.
I remember her bawling just like this when I claimed her virginity last time.
Come to think of it, she cries every time we meet…
Is she the type who rarely cries but goes big when she does? Or just a crybaby?
“Ayul, do you cry a lot normally?”
Shake, shake.
She shook her head hard and bared her teeth at me.
Hatred burned in her eyes.
Yeah, she doesn’t strike me as a cryer… I must be the one wrecking her every time.
A pang of guilt hit me for making her cry.
“Ayul? If it’s the creampie… who could’ve predicted the condom ripping?”
“Hic… hic… trash! Die!”
“No, I’m the aggrieved one here? Your pussy clenched so blissfully…”
“#@$@#!!!”
“…”
Ayul heaved her shoulders and unloaded a torrent of curses at me. For a good long while.
Her rage wasn’t dying down anytime soon…
About an hour later, Ayul finally settled down.
Time really is medicine—she looked much calmer now.
Or maybe just worn out from all the sobbing.
She was already drained from our “rape”… no, our cozy night together.
“Hng…”
Ayul lay there with the blanket pulled up to her chin, breathing softly—but her eyes were open, so sleep wasn’t happening yet.
“Ayul, you okay now?”
“…”
I spoke up, and whoosh—she rolled away.
“Ayul? Mind facing me?”
“…”
She straight-up ignored me, fiddling with her phone. Even if I screwed up, this was crossing the line.
A sassy girl, pretty as hell, right in front of me—what’s the play to put her in her place? Then it hit me: what she hated most right now was me.
Sharing a blanket with someone she despises.
I turned thought to action.
In a flash, I dove under her blanket.
“Kyaa?! G-get out!!!”
“Ah, sorry.”
Damn, Ayul freaked out because my dick—rock-hard just from her scent—jabbed her.
I’d only meant a blanket share and backhug, but nope, it poked her ass.
“W-what…! It’s done! Please don’t… please… I’m so tired… hng… hng… eep?!”
I clamped a hand over Ayul’s mouth and cooed gently.
Like soothing a child.
“Cut it out, no more crying! I didn’t slip in for that. Promise.”
“Pfft! P-promise…?”
“Yeah. Promise.”
“…Sniff, sniff.”
“What? Again?”
“You promised… last time no touching… but today you… hng…!”
…I’m a promise-breaking piece of trash.
Always feeding people lies with vows I can’t keep.
Worm of a man.
“Got it. This time, I swear for real! So turn to me. Gotta talk, but all I see is your back…”
“Lies… more lies… to soil me… toy with me…”
“…Don’t turn now, and I’ll fuck you again, guaranteed?”
“Eek?!”
Ayul glared back in disgust, arms wrapped tight around herself.
Shaking like she truly saw me as a rapist.
I must’ve gone way too far with her.
“Haha, kidding. Wanna hear it like this, then?”
My soft tone worked—even prickly, hot-tempered Ayul had an angelic heart deep down. Despite it all, she turned to face me.
“…What is it…?”
A small face, girlishly innocent and stunningly pretty.
At twenty, her skin still glowed with that fresh vitality—just gazing at her felt invigorating.
But her body? Pure mature temptation, the opposite of innocent.
A total cheat code as a woman.
How are all the girls around me such prime fuckbait… no wonder I’m hooked on sex.
“Th-this… is the absolute last time I trust you… Anyway, I’m stuck swallowing it tearfully…”
While my mind wandered lewdly, Ayul offered kind words and stared deep into my eyes.
Her shaky voice still hitched with sobs.
Eye contact stretched a few seconds.
I fought the urge to kiss her and maul her tits, then spoke.
“Ayul, you wanna debut?”
“…?”
My abrupt question met her wary gaze.
No quick reply—she mulled over my intent.
“Answer easy. Casual.”
“Of course… My Producer had way more hype than I thought… If I debut here…”
Ayul trailed off, gulped, but I got it.
“Take care of your grandma and little brother?”
“…Yeah.”
Ayul nodded, looking pathetic.
I’d blacked out on it, but dirt-poor family: sick grandma, brother ditching soccer for cash shortages.
Ayul herself had shelved dreams for gigs.
Old intel via Jinseong.
Amid all my chaos and waist-play, the idea to back Ayul financially finally hit.
So she could focus solely on Seras vocals—my wish stayed firm.
“Worried about home while shooting My Producer?”
“…”
No words—just her pillow grip tightened.
Like I’d poked a bruise, she clamped her lips and sulked awhile,
“You said you chipped in with part-time cash, right? So your family’s scraping by on basic aid now?”
“St-stop!!”
She snapped as I dug deeper.
“…Sorry. Wasn’t trying to pry.”
“Then quit it? Snooping my dirt for what? I know the Director’s trash, sigh… how you mock me… enough already… you’ve stained me plenty…”
“…”
The mood soured.
Ayul got super touchy about her family’s grim straits.
Makes sense—if not for that gloom, no sex favors for me.
Had to succeed, chance dropped, body for the win—so she took my abuse and got railed.
Today felt no different from her angle.
Damn, framing it that way…
‘Kinda hot…!’
Poke, poke—
“Hn?! Kyaa! Get it off me!”
“Ah, sorry. You know mine’s massive… no, wait! I… feel bad for all the shitty stuff I pulled… sorry.”
“What…? Selfish crap? You already did it all!!!”
“I’ll support you till you make it big.”
“…?”
Ayul blinked wide, face screaming bullshit.
I laid it out plain.
“Cash till debut and steady pay. Grandma’s ill, bro needs sports funds? I got it—focus pure on debuting, no other worries.”
“S-support…? You don’t get our mess—it’s beyond tough…”
“I’m Director. NSS Director Kim Han-seo. Sounds shitty, but chump change to me. No pressure, take it.”
“…R-really…?”
My words landed—Ayul’s eyes lit up bright.
Doubt flickered, but hope piled higher.
Must’ve agonized nonstop over grandma and bro during filming.
First time seeing her this giddy…
Yeah, shot at dumping a huge burden—thrilling’s normal.
Ayul pressed for surety.
“B-but elimination means no final debut. Might not pay back if I flop… Singing’s all I got… no rank-boost confidence…”
“No sweat. Won’t chase repayment.”
“…Why go that far…?”
“Just want you as Seras’ main vocal, that’s it? Might piss you off… uh…”
I paused.
“What…!!!”
“Well…”
“Spit it! Now!”
Her pouty glare scorched—no trace of Ayul-the-hater.
Grabbed my arm, shook it spoiled-like.
Blind to her tits jiggling.
I savored the bounce, then pressed on.
“Truth? Even sans body, I might’ve slotted you on My Producer. Your voice hooked me hard.”
“…!! Tr-trash! Utter trash! Drop dead!! I… was a virgin!”
Ayul hammered my chest with emotional fists.
“But you’d have gotten eaten by me anyway. Somehow, someway, I’d have fucked you…”
“Disgusting!!!”
“Haha, so no regrets. Virginity was mine regardless.”
“Ugh… For a sec I thought maybe you’re decent beyond the waist stuff… sigh. Pervert trash Director…!”
Talk tough, but praise for her singing—her dream—cheered her up a tad.
Ambience mellowed; Ayul dropped all guards, exhaled deep.
“Sigh… Final debut lineup, me with one song only… can I go the distance…? Forums call me a one-trick singer.”
Ayul moped, clearly checked the communities.
Voice slays, sure, but rest lacks. Not anymore.
Because now…
“One-trick? This cute, this pretty? I trained you today—expressions’ll be cake.”
I squished her cheeks goldfish-style,
“?! H-hng…!”
Ayul yanked back beet-red, spun away.
Ragged breaths followed.
“Hm? Ayul?”
“Haa… hngggg… Wh-what… is this…”
“Huh? Feel off?”
“Chest why…”
She muttered, peeked back…
“Hng… hnggg!!! I’m out!!!”
Face blazing, she whipped away and bolted from bed to dress.
Ayul, you squirm so damn deliciously…