Chapter 91
Chapter 91
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 91
Chapter Title: I'm Sorry
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"Ugh... Uh..."
A-yeon could barely even groan anymore, just leaking out faint nasal whimpers like she was on the verge of death.
Even when I fondled her breasts or smacked her ass with sharp slaps, her reactions were minimal.
Hmm... Still, her nipples were rock-hard as ever...
More than that, even though my cock was still pounding relentlessly at her from behind right now, all she did was drool helplessly—no intense response whatsoever.
A-yeon was that far gone, teetering right on the edge of passing out.
Smack smack smack smack♡!!
"Guh!! Cumming again!! Gonna shoot inside?!"
After creampieing her all night long, and now acting like it was some big deal...
Splurt splurt—! Spluuurt! Spuuuurt♡♡!
I came again.
Just how many times had it been?
After scraping out every last drop of semen and dumping it deep inside A-yeon, what came out now was thinner, less viscous than before.
Even as I thrust in deep and unloaded, it bubbled back out like a river overflowing, pushed out by something.
A-yeon's womb, already stuffed to the brim like a fully loaded freighter, had long since run out of room for my cum—it was trickling down her groin, staining it pure white.
Her pussy was so wrecked that even her clit was buried under a mess of white fluid.
Like thick, savory mayonnaise squeezed generously over flower petals and slathered everywhere.
At this point, she probably wouldn't even realize she'd just been creampied—her womb was that packed.
A-yeon was shyly displaying that ruined mess between her legs to me without a hint of embarrassment. Probably because she'd had my waist clamped between her thighs for so long, she couldn't forget that familiar sensation and was still keeping her pussy spread open.
That instinctive, cock-stirring sight had me hard again multiple times even right after cumming, pounding away.
On top of that, A-yeon's devilish pussy boasted eternal tightness no matter how brutally I ravaged her insides, squeezing mercilessly.
Thanks to that... Whew... Now my dick was sore as hell.
My urethra stung a bit, and my balls had shrunk to the size of beans, signaling they needed time to produce more baby batter.
If I was this worn out, A-yeon must be a total wreck. I checked on her condition.
"Uh... Hnngh... Ugh..."
A-yeon, her eyes nearly shut, collapsed onto the bed with a thud, letting out faint, dying gasps.
She was wheezing, barely breathing, and then her fluttering eyelids finally closed. She passed out into sleep just like that.
Had I pounded her too hard? The moment she shut her eyes, she started snoring softly, plunging straight into dreamland.
Seeing her like that made me crave a deep sleep too.
My thighs and waist ached, and my glans was tingling.
Even I had pushed my body to the limit thrusting like that, so A-yeon would probably be dealing with a throbbing womb and muscle pains for a while.
She had intense MaP Duo practices and performances ahead—must be tough.
I pulled the blanket over us, hugged her tight, and drifted off to sleep.
*
The sun rose, and as always, waking up after devouring a smoking-hot girl all night felt incredibly refreshing.
I'd slept so soundly that the numbness in my dick had faded, sensation fully restored.
Morning wood hit too—no hole left unpounded—and I lifted the blanket to pitch a tent.
My cock was already missing that pussy, the one it'd tormented just hours ago.
Pride swelling at my overflowing masculinity, I poked the cheek of A-yeon, who was using my arm as a pillow, to wake her.
"Hnn... Hm..."
"A-yeon. Get up."
"..."
At my urging, A-yeon blinked her big, pretty eyes at me.
Her gaze was blank, emotionless.
Maybe still groggy from sleep? She looked devoid of feeling.
Swish...
Girls I'd tumbled with usually struggled to wake up in the morning, but A-yeon sat up surprisingly quickly.
She pulled the blanket up to her chest, then lifted the lower half to check the pussy that had served me all night.
We'd fallen asleep without washing, so from her folds to her inner thighs, everything was still sticky and slick.
Realizing she'd evolved from virgin to full-on slut, A-yeon covered her face with her hands.
"Haa... Haa..."
A trembling voice. An aching regret that soured the pleasant morning air.
Chilling the room like that, A-yeon wordlessly stormed off to the bathroom alone.
Normally, I'd have ripped into morning sex as the golden rule, grabbing her tits from behind and slamming in again—but no way the mood was right.
'What's this? Wasn't our vibe great?'
She'd resisted at first, but submitted to my hard dominance, moaning in ecstasy.
Her body's reactions were too intense for just that—her pussy juice was thick, her moans incredibly lewd.
Was I imagining it? Or just embarrassment?
Then I heard the shower running, mixed with sniffles.
She'd done the same before handing her body over to me...
Now, was she just shocked at her own depravity, wallowing in self-loathing?
I couldn't figure it out.
They say girls sometimes cry alone after their first time—fear and sorrow over losing virginity, stuff guys can't grasp.
Barging in to shower together might get me slapped.
As I thought that, the bathroom door cracked open ever so slightly, and a choked, teary voice called me.
"D-Director..."
"!!"
I rushed to the door and opened my mouth.
"What? Wanna shower together? Got it, I'm coming in—"
"No. Can you hand me a towel?"
"...Oh, right. Anything else I can help with?"
"The sex service is over, isn't it? Can you stop with that creepy stuff?"
"......"
A-yeon spoke icily, like frozen steel.
I'd run over dick-swinging solo, face flushing with shame as I silently fetched the towel and handed it over.
Handing it over, I caught a glimpse of A-yeon's face through the cracked door and froze solid.
I wasn't bold enough to peek at her shyly turned back, her covered breasts, or that pussy I already missed.
It wasn't just shower water—her face was flushed with heat, and tears streamed from her eyes, obvious even without staring.
Seeing that tear-streaked face, I asked seriously.
"Why are you crying like this?"
"...Just give me the towel..."
"Is it that painful for you?"
"..."
"At least it felt good, right?"
"Shut up!!"
Scolded by A-yeon, I shut my mouth.
"Felt good? Yeah, sure. I get why they call it lust now—dragged to some twisted headspace, experienced pleasure I'd never known. But... the guilt of losing my first time like this, my filthy lower half... memories I can't believe are mine... Haa... How do you think of women to ask why I'm crying... Hic..."
A-yeon, whom I'd essentially raped all night, choked up and couldn't continue.
Spitting out those heartbreaking words in a rush, she snatched the towel from my hand and slammed the bathroom door shut.
I stood there blankly for a while, then sat on the bed alone, lost in thought.
Other girls I'd taken virginity from like this... Sua, A-yul... Did they suffer too?
A-yul was openly bitchy... Sua, at least...
Was this my delusion too? Just because I'm handsome and hung, thinking I could fuck women however I want and feeling smug...
Sudden wave of remorse.
When did I become like this? I'd lived honestly my whole life, now a power-abusing sex demon.
Is this wrong?
I pondered alone.
Time flew by in reflection, and A-yeon soon emerged from the shower, towel wrapped around her.
I gave her a bitter look and handed over the morning-after pill.
"Here, the pill. Water too."
"...Thanks."
"Last night... No point saying it now, but... sorry."
"...Whatever. I didn't do it for an apology. Am I any better?"
A-yeon said that, but her once-clear voice still quivered.
"I only thought of myself... Got too rough... Hah, can't put it into words, but sorry. And I'll protect you for sure. Promise."
"Then keep that promise."
"Yeah. Take the pill and let's go. Recording today, right?"
"Yes."
MaP Duo filming lasts about three months of dorm life.
Unless you're eliminated and sent back to your agency.
It's not like the military—no total lockdown. Personal outings like this are fine anytime.
Today's shoot captures their trainer lessons.
Come to think of it, what time is it?
Only an hour left—tighter than expected.
Guess morning sex was off the table anyway...
Not that the guilt churning in my chest left me in the mood.
"Mmm... gulp gulp..."
About to tell her to dress quick so I could drop her off, I glanced at A-yeon—she'd popped the pill in her mouth and was elegantly gulping down the bottled water.
Even drinking from a bottle looked graceful.
My eyes drifted lower: her towel barely contained her voluptuous curves.
Plump upper breasts spilled over the top, cleavage dizzyingly deep.
Freshly showered, wafting thick shampoo scent, skin brimming with moisture...
"..."
I couldn't help admiring her subtly, and whether from my gaze or coincidence, A-yeon suddenly choked.
"Koff! Koff! Koff! Haack!"
Water in her mouth erupted in coughs; head down, droplets splattered into her cleavage.
Already glistening skin now shone even more.
"So fucking hot..."
"...?"
The words slipped out naturally, my dick perking up.
The atonement from earlier evaporated thanks to A-yeon's body.
Guilt really is part of the thrill, huh.
"C'mere!"
"Kyaa!! Don't—! Eek!!"
Squelch♡
After that, I yanked off her towel, cupped her tits, and suckled her nipples noisily.
A bit short for morning sex substitute, but enough to warm my heart and kick off the day right.
As I nursed on her breasts, A-yeon cursed me out, berating herself for thinking I was cool even briefly—but admitting she was too horny to resist...
Sex is the best...!