Chapter 4
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 4
Chapter Title: In Return: #Oral #Deepthroat
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In exchange, #Oral #Deepthroat
"Ugh, mmph, grr, ulp..."
On the bed.
The man's legs slightly spread—precisely, between his knees.
Imagining shoving a beautiful girl's face in there and making her give a blowjob.
...Yeah, I've done that before too.
But while I've imagined "making her do it" dozens—no, hundreds of times, I've never once imagined "doing it" myself.
Image training?
Why the hell would Nangong-hyung do image training for sucking dick?
But right now, I'm full of regret.
If I'd known I'd end up as the heroine, I should've practiced at least in my mind.
Then it wouldn't feel this nauseating right now, like I'm about to hurl.
"Mmph, glrk, huff, ulp..."
This is a Pocky stick.
What I'm holding in my mouth is a banana.
Not exactly appetizing, but nutritious like a cucumber or eggplant.
I kept hypnotizing myself over and over, desperately holding back the disgust.
Just endure this.
Just get through this, and I'll turn back into a man!
I tried to pull my mouth away for a second to say something.
But spitting out the dick I'd taken in and swallowing it again would be way too gross.
"You... never... let... go... got it?"
With the dick still in my mouth, I looked up at him past it, laying down the law.
But apparently that turned him on, because the dick throbbed unpleasantly several times in my mouth as he lounged arrogantly against the bed.
Twitch, twitch.
"Ugh, whoa, fuck, the view is killer."
"Wanna see the back?"
"Oh, just now. When you pronounced that 'R'. Your tongue naturally licked the glans from bottom to top. Felt electric."
This bastard's enjoying it...?
No, of course he is.
What guy wouldn't enjoy a platinum-blonde glamour girl burying her face between his legs and diligently sucking and licking his dick?
Especially while using his so-called "R-pronunciation skill."
"Guh, ngh... "
His thighs tensed up hard. The stimulation must be stronger than he expected.
Well, yeah. Gotta be leagues beyond his usual fapping.
"Ah... um."
"What? Why?"
Like before, I looked up at him with the dick in my mouth, and he tentatively stroked my head before mumbling.
"Kinda weird timing to ask, but... what's your name?"
Only now, right before achieving the lower-mouth upper-mouth grand slam, does he get curious about my name. Fast worker.
I glared at him without letting go of the dick in my mouth and answered.
"Kiriche Arshine."
"Could you say 'Arshine' just one more time?"
"A 'R'shine."
"Fuck..."
"You 'fuck'ing bastard."
"Hngh, ah!"
What the hell is it about his "R-pronunciation skill" anyway?!
Once I get my dick back, I'm definitely making him do it. He's loving it so much, gotta try that thrill myself out of curiosity.
"You're... Konakan Dickwood, right?"
"Konakan, probably."
"Mouth... full, so... listhping."
"Oh, just now with 'listhping', that breath you blew in? Electric."
Knock it off, you pervert.
"Why... ashk my name?"
"Oh, wanted to ask you to keep your teeth off it a bit."
Unbelievable.
Didn't he ask my name because he felt bad just saying "hey, watch the teeth"?
He's kinda nice. Decent guy.
...No, that's not the point.
"Anyway, might as well do it right if we're doing it, right? Wanna die? Bite me?"
"Ugh... Scary, but if my dick gets bitten off, I can't turn you back into a guy."
"Try biting."
Having had a dick myself just hours ago, I could vividly imagine the pain of biting one—couldn't bring myself to let my teeth graze it.
But keeping my mouth wide open to avoid teeth was exhausting too.
"Jaw hurts..."
"Sorry. It's too big, huh."
"Then don't do it, asshole...!"
"Let me help make it more comfortable."
Not saying I won't, and now this guy's waving his hand over my head, up to some trick.
"...What're you doing?"
It didn't take long to realize what Konakan had done.
Against my will, my jaw gaped wide open inside my mouth, and with one hand, he swept my flowing platinum blonde hair to the side.
Then I started seriously deepthroating the dick all the way in.
"Ulgh, mmph, urgh, glrk...?! Hey, you, mmph, wha, what, ahmph...!"
No chance to speak as my head bobbed busily back and forth, swallowing the dick. My mouth stretched so wide it felt like my jaw might pop off, yet no teeth touched it even during the intense sucking.
"I know it's tough, but it felt like it needed more oomph. And teeth keep grazing."
"Mmph, huff, glrk, ulp, ahmph, snrk, grk...!!"
He stroked my head as I sucked diligently enough to run out of breath, whispering in a drowsy voice.
#Oral, #Deepthroat. Applied both to you.
Son of a...
Why are these tags so damn effective?!
Just seconds ago I was grumbling about even putting it in my mouth, and now I'm a full-on dick vacuum cleaner.
And not just swallowing—it went so deep it hit my throat, bringing up gags in real time.
But even that was overcome by the tags' power; somehow I didn't puke and kept squeezing and releasing the glans with my throat.
"Hah, guh...! Lady Kiriche, that throat grip is too tight...!!"
"Don' t, mmph, glrk, tell me, grk, every, glrk, damn, thing...!! Glrk, geh, mmph...!"
As the glans slipped slightly into my soft throat, the foreign sensation made it contract automatically, clamping down tight.
The so-called "gag reflex squeeze"!
Like how your leg jerks when you tap the knee—no will involved.
Using that natural throat clench when something touches it.
A powerful, brain-bypassing grip on the glans!
"Urgh, grhk, ngh, wait, ahngh...!!"
"Hurry up and cum, no holding back!! Ahmph, urgh, hmph...!!"
The tag-enhanced spinal reflex deepthroat squeeze was apparently too much for this pure-love fanatic to handle.
Not my will, but hey, result's what matters.
Whatever works!!
"Ammph, glrk, hyah, heup, slurp, hrewp, hng...!"
As if to fully subdue the guy twitching and bucking his hips with just deepthroat, my tag-possessed mouth briefly released the glans and pulled it out.
Pitch control.
This time, my soft lips enveloped the glans gently, stroking it sweetly with soft chups, chups—like tidying a baby's hair.
"Chup, huff, hng, hung, ulp, heup... "
Each brush of my red, moist lips made the glans swell and twitch hugely—I felt it vividly.
Next up for the throbbing glans: tongue play. Unlike soft lips, the slick, warm tongue would deliver sticky, thrilling stimulation.
"Kghk, Ki, Lady Kiriche, stop, I can't take anymore...!"
"...Feel good?"
"Like fireworks about to burst in my head. Wanna explode right now!"
The dick trembling like it desperately wanted to cum looked pitiful.
"But, La, Lady Kiriche."
"What?"
"You're... really good at this."
No, that's unfair.
"It's 'cause of the, uh, tags... "
For real.
From lips to tongue work, jaw angle, throat control—I've done zilch.
It's all the tags.
I absolutely hate dick...!
Anyway.
"Time for the male-regression finale."
"Sad I won't get to feel this juicy mouthpussy again!"
"You psycho, just use #Oral #Deepthroat on other girls!"
Whatever thrill it gave him, I couldn't cater to his desires forever.
"Final deepthroooouuulp!!"
Time to land the finishing blow.
I'd teased it slowly right up to the brink—now I shoved it straight down to my throat.
"Kheuk, ngh, kraht...!!"
He couldn't hold out anymore.
"Hey, wai... mmph...?!"
Suddenly he bolted upright in bed, grabbed my hair, pressed down hard, and started bucking his hips wildly.
"Mmph, urgh, krrp, ulrk, agh, hahp...?!!"
The flow where I'd dominated and tormented him flipped in an instant.
My hair gripped in his hands, I frantically tapped his thighs.
But Konakan, on the verge of unleashing his pent-up ejaculation urge, saw nothing.
His dick was buried in a soft, warm, perfectly tight hole.
So?
He blows his load. Erupts.
Spews furiously enough to whitewash my mouth, throat, and stomach!
No way to stop Konakan, his reason paralyzed by boiling breeding lust.
"Ooooh...!! Oh right! You mentioned your cum preferences earlier!"
Tag Block, #Bukkake!!
Pound pound pound pound pound!!
"Ammph, ah, no! Stop! Ahp, s, stop! Hate it, out, ahp...!!"
Why be considerate at this damn point, you frustrating bastard!
"Here... goes!"
"Agh, mmph, guk! Guh! Mmph, glrk! Grhk...!!"
Gripping my hair like he'd yank it out, slamming his groin into my nose painfully, he finally shuddered from pelvis to thighs and rammed his dick deep into my mouth.
"Take a week's worth of thick cum, you slutty mouthpussy bitch...!"
No way, fuck, blocking tags in this moment just to force a mouth cumshot—what's with that detail?!
Pure strength difference plus tag enforcement—I couldn't resist as he thrust deep into my throat.
Gulp gulp, gulp.
An unbelievable volume filled my mouth, like he hadn't cum once already.
"Mmph, ngh, wegh... "
Finally satisfied, he exhaled and pulled out his dick; air rushed into my clenched lips with a "pop~."
Only then could I spit out the cum I'd held back from swallowing onto the floor.
"Wegh, cough, keh, ugh... "
Konakan eyed me dry-heaving with concern.
"You okay?"
"My nose hurts. You rammed too hard."
"Ah, sorry..."
"...Whatever."
He'd pounded so hard my stinging nose still dripped something.
"No way, hard enough to make my nose bleed... "
...Not blood.
Wiping with my hand, it was sticky, milky white—not red.
"It's cum?"
That's when the fishy smell hit my nose hard, making me cough again.
"Cough cough! How much did you cum for it to backflow out my nose?!"
"Towel?"
"Yeah. New one, not the cum-wipe one."
"Here. Blow your nose. One two, heave!"
"Pffft!!"
Never heard of nose soup, but blowjob nose? First time learning deepthroat makes your nose smell like cum. Live and learn.
Shitty, but it's over now.
I did what he asked.
Now just remove the TS tag as promised.
"Haa, haa... You won't forget the promise, right?"
Panting from the retching and blowjob-nose aftermath, I wiped the cum from my nose and mouth with my hand.
Konakan nodded vigorously at me.
"Of course. I keep promises."
He reached his hand over my head right away.
"Hate to, but better end it quick before I regret more."
"...Thanks."
No lingering on the afterglow—he got straight to work.
He could've made excuses or used this as leverage to torment me forever, but not doing that? As the total weakling here, I'm grateful a ton.
"...I'll trust you. You really are a pure-love fanatic."
He winked and thumbs-upped at that.
I winked back in return.
Seeing his cheeks flush at my wink soured my mood instantly.
But I'll call it my final courtesy as a woman, respecting how he treated me kindly.
"Thanks, Konakan Dickwood!"
Now I'm no heroine.
Back to life as a dick-owner conquering heroines...!
"Um... Lady Kiriche. Problem."
What?
What'd he just say...?
"Everything else works, but... the TS tag won't come off...?"
No way.
Something's wrong.