Feel My Cock, Emilia?
"Do you feel it? My cock."
"…I feel it."
Her voice carried the tone of someone asking what kind of stupid question that was. Overall, she sounded languid and drained, as if she'd utterly despaired at her current situation. Looked like she still had a ways to go before fully embracing her role as my jotjip.
"Why so half-assed?"
"…."
"I've got a great idea."
"What…?"
"This is your first time offering your pussy to me, so we gotta commemorate it properly."
I tapped the screen of Emilia's phone on the desk. The dark display lit up, revealing the lock screen. I grabbed her hand roughly and pressed it down.
"Wh-what are you… doing, young master??!"
"Gonna capture this precious moment you can't watch yourself. Aren't I too nice?"
I turned on the camera. Emilia freaked out.
"N-no! Not that! I don't need it!!"
"Don't need it? From the moment you became my jotjip, you have to etch this instant into your heart forever. Nothing beats video for that. Don't worry—I'll leave it only on your phone."
"Ah… aaah…."
I aimed at the hole in her pants and hit record. The scene of my grotesque cock prodding between her ass cheeks was captured perfectly. I slid her panties aside, brushing the tip over her fluffy pubic hair before pressing it against her pussy entrance with a wet poke.
No convenient fantasy bullshit where a dry pussy instantly floods the second my cock touches it.
Even better.
I loved a pussy that clamped down hard, desperately pushing my cock out, creating maximum friction to block entry. Squelch. I started pushing in. As expected, insane density. Slicing through those meat walls wasn't easy.
"Ugh, uugh…!"
Emilia was already whimpering in pain. I grabbed one ass cheek with my free hand, spreading it, and thrust my hips forward. Squish.
"H-hurk…."
"Hurts?"
"…."
Emilia just lowered her head silently. Not even the head was in yet, and she was hurting. Just how tight was this pussy?
I'll find out once I ram it in.
Splurt.
"Aaack!"
Glans entry. Even just the tip felt incredible.
"Hoo… that's about a tenth in."
"Wha-what??!"
Emilia whipped around in shock, her face overlaid with despair. She hadn't made that expression when I first saw her yesterday. Kinda funny.
"Truth is, once the glans is in, it's basically all the way."
Sluuuurp.
"Haaauuugh??!!"
I pushed harder, sliding in smoothly until her hymen blocked me. About a third of my cock was buried.
Definitely a virgin.
Virginity from knockout beauties like Emilia wasn't surprising anymore. This game world just defaulted to virgin for anyone decent—brilliant world-building. Felt like it was made for me.
"Alright, main event time. Get ready."
"Ugh…. M-main… event?"
"Yeah."
Spluuurt!!
I tore straight through her hymen and hilted to the root! The delicious sensation of her pussy walls grinding my shaft made my mouth gape in dizzying pleasure.
"KyaAAAACK!!"
Emilia screamed. Her arms buckled, no longer supporting her, and she face-planted into the monitor on the desk. Lucky it didn't fall.
I savored her virgin pussy's crushing grip, grinding my pubis flush against her ass. No gaps—just pulsating contractions from her pussy meat syncing with my throbbing cock.
"Fuck, look at it chewing my cock."
Squelch. Splurt!
"I-it hurts!!"
"Makes me wanna talk dirty too."
Right after popping her cherry, I should've gone easy—but no way. This vicious pussy devouring my cock needed punishment. I pounded her so hard our flesh slapped with wet smacks, even through her clothes.
"Sl-slow down, just a little slower…! Pound gentler! It hurts!!"
"You want me to pound you? Got it."
I hammered her exactly as requested—thwack thwack, filling the room with rice-cake-pounding sounds.
"AAACK! Y-you fucking bitch."
"What? The fuck?"
"N-no—"
Splurt!
"Aahuk!"
"Where do you get off mouthing off."
Daring to curse in front of me? Unforgivable. Full throttle till I blew.
"S-sorryyy!!"
"Too late, you slut."
I yanked one arm back and drilled her. Ecstasy building. Hold it. Savoring her cock-chewing pussy, I clenched my asshole tight to delay, thrusting more.
"Aang! Ahuk!"
When I couldn't hold back anymore—head going white—I slammed balls-deep and erupted into her pussy depths.
Spurt! Spluuurt!!
"Huaaah…."
"Aahuuuuh…."
Clinging to her like a cicada, I unloaded. Each pulse of thick cum flooding out brought overwhelming conquest and release. This was sex. Pure bliss.
"Hoo…."
After basking in the hot afterglow, I pulled out. A sticky squelch, her inner walls clinging, then a torrent of my cum gushing free.
"Haa… haa…."
Just one fuck, and we were both wrecked, panting.
"…Fucking vulgar."
Emilia's first-time video came out perfect. Quick playback: my cock relentlessly pistoning her pussy, her moans crystal clear. Click. Snapped a pic of my cum drooling from her hole, her exhausted face slumped on the desk—click. And a full-body shot of her shameless pose—click.
"Holy shit."
Those slutty pants with just a crotch hole, cum leaking from her pussy, ass-up begging to be fucked. How was I supposed to hold back? My cock—fresh from creampieing her—was still rock-hard.
"Can't do this."
This was your fault, Emilia, looking so fuckable.
"Y-young master…?"
I shoved the monitor and keyboard aside, hoisted one leg.
"Kyak!"
Half on the desk now, I hugged her leg and slammed in.
"AhaaaK!!"
Insane tightness again. Cock hypersensitive, every chew of her pussy raw and vivid.
"It hurts! It really fucking hurts!!"
"Mine's sensitive as fuck too. Deal."
"What?!"
I groped her tits while pounding wildly. Big ones too.
"Ahuk! Aaaang!"
"Hoo, got any masturbation vids or something?"
Still holding her phone, I scrolled her gallery.
"Aang, aaang!"
Nothing special besides my fresh sex tape. Boring. Anything fun?
"Oh yeah. Think our Kim Dong-gi—dead now—would love hearing this while fantasizing about you?"
"Whaa???"
Into call logs, found his recording. No 'Kim Dong-gi'—wait.
"This 'Retard' one is Kim Dong-gi?"
"…."
"Harsh."
Splurt!
"Ahuk!"
Still his friend and subordinate—'retard' was too much, you bitch.
"Hey, Kim Dong-gi? I'm fucking Emilia right now. Thoughts?"
"Tsk tsk tsk. No manners, Emilia."
Poor Kim Dong-gi, probably endured that abuse daily.
"Don't worry, Kim Dong-gi. I'll punish her with my righteous cock."
"Wh-what are you even… ahk!"
"Justice served, you rude bitch."
Played another recording. Nothing fun.
"Tsk. Even dead, Kim Dong-gi misses out."
Dug deeper just in case.
"…!! Ah! W-wait, just a sec!!"
"?"
Emilia suddenly twisted, reaching for the phone. I yanked it away.
"Huh? What're you doing?"
"Wait, young master! That's super private…!"
Splurt!
"Aanghuk…!"
"Stay put."
"R-really can't… aaah!"
"Can't my ass. From now on, you report every wrinkle in your asshole to me."
I punished her phone-grab with brutal pounding, hitting play on a random recording.
Her pussy clenched hard; she bolted upright.
"Hup!! Y-young master!! Th-that, that's really off-limits!!"
"Why you little."
She'd been digging into my background?
"…Owner family investigations are risky."
"Not asking for anything shady—just if there's anything differing from public perception."
"You sneaky bitch, ordering a background check on me?"
I set the phone down, gripped her waist with both hands.
"S-sorry—"
Slammed in full force. She bounced up.
"Hak…!"
"You're not walking out of here today."
"Ah, aaa…."
Sentence of death for the insolent Emilia.