Chapter 31
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 31
Chapter Title: No Different from Outdoors (2)
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“Uuuhp….”
A lewd, lascivious sound echoed through the tent.
Unlike her overwhelmingly massive tits—no, her utterly dominant breasts—Yoshinari’s mouth was on the smaller side compared to average. As a bonus, her neat row of teeth grazed his cock just enough to add a strange tingle of pleasure.
“Uuuuh… *slurp*.”
Her tiny mouth stretched wide up and down to swallow his cock, slick with saliva. The slippery sounds it made were vulgar at first glance, yet irresistibly erotic.
She’d barely managed to take half of it when Il-yeong felt her face flush bright red and her breaths come in harsh gasps. He gently stroked her gray hair and whispered,
“You okay? Should I pull out?”
But in that moment, Yoshinari lifted her head slightly, eyes wide, and shook her head. She stretched her already small mouth even wider and engulfed him deeper than before.
“Kgh…?”
Il-yeong let out a rare low groan as he felt the tip hit the back of her throat. Yoshinari shuddered, her tiny mouth stuffed full as she ran her tongue along the shaft of his cock and squeezed her eyes shut.
Her mouth was crammed full of thick meat. Normally, no one would enjoy this, but for some reason, the cock filling her mouth brought a deep satisfaction. She’d pleasured him orally before, but never this aggressively, never swallowing him this deep.
*Slurp, schlick.*
Saliva overflowed from her stuffed mouth, trickling down her chin in fat drops. But she paid it no mind, drawing in a deep breath instead.
*Sniiff. Haaah.*
Was it because his cock was blocking her airway? Yoshinari inhaled much deeper than usual, and her body trembled at the thick, musky male scent that stung her nose.
What was it? It wasn’t just any body odor. It was a smell she’d normally find repulsive. Definitely.
So why was her stomach aching, her pussy growing wet?
Yoshinari didn’t realize she was in heat. But as someone once said, the body is honest. Her lower half was already beyond damp—it had formed a shallow puddle.
At that moment, Il-yeong gazed at her beet-red face and whispered softly, suppressing a mix of worry and moan.
“If it’s too much… you can stop for a bit. Yoshinari. Nngh….”
Was there anything more lewd and arousing than the moan and concern from the one you loved? Unaware even of her glazed eyes, Yoshinari pulled his cock from her mouth.
*Pwah—* *Ubeh.*
With the sound of her exhale, his cock—drenched in saliva and precum—slapped lightly against her upper lip and bobbed toward the sky.
Il-yeong’s already enormous cock seemed dissatisfied at being pulled out, twitching up and down and tapping her philtrum several times.
“Huu… Haaah.”
It was only natural that deepthroating was still too much for Yoshinari, who’d only recently lost her virginity. Had Il-yeong been inconsiderate? Self-reproach filled him as he stroked the head of the trembling, gasping woman.
“Sorry if it hurt. I got too excited without realizing….”
But Il-yeong couldn’t finish his words.
*Gulp—.*
“Nngh?”
The moment he placed his hand on her head, Yoshinari—having caught her breath—grabbed his cock with her hand and swallowed it in one go without a word.
*Schlick. Tzup. Schlick….*
Even more aggressively than before, she devoured Il-yeong’s cock. Like a woman in heat instinctively knew how to handle a male, she stretched her narrow mouth wide—*beee-yawp*—wrapped her tongue around him, and grazed him lightly with her prominent canines for far more stimulating pleasure.
“…Hngh. Uaaah.”
Emitting lewd nasal moans, she sucked his cock like it was the sweetest treat, lost in a trance. Il-yeong could only stare at her in a daze.
“Hiiut… Heehaa.”
Was she afraid he’d give it to another woman? Or had she turned into a mindless idiot fixated only on his cock?
“Eup… Hueh.”
Her cheeks bulged out unnaturally as something caught in her mouth while sucking—lewd didn’t even begin to cover it; it was downright obscene.
Il-yeong realized he was smiling in satisfaction, stifling his moans.
But could he help it?
He looked down at Yoshinari, who was earnestly sucking, slurping, nibbling, and swallowing his cock.
Her usually neat ponytail swayed like a real horse’s tail with her head movements, and the sight of her kneeling submissively, eyes unfocused in ecstasy as she serviced him—it was impossible not to get excited.
Still, there was a lingering regret deep down. Yoshinari was instinctively trying to satisfy him, but what Il-yeong wanted went beyond mere fellatio.
So.
Shouldn’t he help her?
Il-yeong reached out, gripped the middle of her ponytail, and whispered low.
“Open your throat… and breathe in deep.”
“Ueaa?”
Too focused on sucking to understand, Yoshinari blinked up at him wide-eyed. But Il-yeong didn’t bother explaining further.
“Hbuup!”
Instead, he used her softly bound ponytail like a handle, tilted her head back toward the sky, and thrust his cock in.
“Heebuaa… Heeup…!”
Like she couldn’t breathe, Yoshinari frantically tried to shake her head, but Il-yeong whispered soothingly.
“It’s fine. Relax… breathe in slowly.”
“Ueaah… Tzup….”
Even more saliva trickled down her chin, along her slender neckline. Into the red, gaping hole slick with clear fluid, Il-yeong slowly pushed his cock.
And finally, the moment the tip touched her esophagus and slipped just inside.
“I’m cumming, Yoshinari.”
*Gurgle.*
“Huuup…!”
With Il-yeong’s gentle warning, the pent-up semen surged into her throat with a heavy sound.
The fishy scent reverberated not outside, but within, numbing her brain. As his glistening cock—coated in saliva and cum—slowly withdrew from her gaping mouth, Yoshinari closed her eyes, feeling the semen trickling down her esophagus.
Il-yeong’s cock pulled away, leaving a long trail of cum on her tongue like Hansel and Gretel’s breadcrumbs. Just as it mixed with saliva and threatened to drip to the floor.
“Uup.”
Yoshinari swallowed the load caught at the end of her throat in one gulp, then cupped her hand to catch the drops falling from her chin. She scraped every last bit with her nails, fed it into her mouth, and swallowed it all.
“Haa….”
She didn’t know why. She just felt, in that instant, like she couldn’t waste it.
“Good girl. Did it hurt?”
Il-yeong met eyes with Yoshinari, who’d done better than he’d imagined, and gently pulled her into an embrace. Their chests pressed together, her breasts squishing out to the sides, but neither cared.
He focused only on patting her back, knowing she must be exhausted from her first deepthroat. Sensing his care, she buried her face in his shoulder and whispered with a hint of reproach.
“My jaw hurts… Why’s it so big….”
“Sorry. I’m sorry.”
Il-yeong tidied her disheveled ponytail a bit as he spoke.
“Should we stop?”
It’d be a lie to say he wasn’t disappointed, but Il-yeong wasn’t the type to ravage a woman like a dog in heat. Stopping now wouldn’t be a big deal. If that’s what Yoshinari wanted, he was fully willing.
But in that moment.
Yoshinari shook her head firmly and nipped his earlobe. When Il-yeong turned to her, she silently pulled away from his embrace.
“Yoshinari?”
Was she that disappointed? Maybe he’d gone too far….
Il-yeong smiled awkwardly, gauging her mood. Her eyes were even teary—had it been worse than he thought?
“Sor…,”
“Il-yeong….”
He tried to apologize again. But in that instant, Yoshinari—looking needy and forlorn—didn’t even wipe her tears. She rubbed her thighs together, then dipped her head with resolve.
“Il-yeonggg….”
“Yeah?”
Her face flushed crimson with shame and lust, she grabbed her breasts with both hands. Breasts the size of an average person’s head were crushed in her small grip, and clutching the mangled flesh, she murmured low toward Il-yeong.
“Touch my… uselessly huge… cow tits….”
“Haa… really.”
Naturally, seeing that—
“Don’t regret it.”
Il-yeong erased the option of stopping from his mind entirely.
Who— what man—could stop here?
Repeating that thought, Il-yeong moved.