Like a Dog, Like a Beast
“How long are you going to be the only one getting naked…?”
Han Somang asked after licking my face with a deep, wet stroke of her tongue.
Well. Somang’s already stripped bare.
She took her pants off herself, and I tore her panties off. They’re probably lying somewhere behind us, ruined.
The top… I helped her with it, and she finished the job, so it counts as both of us.
And me?
I’m still dressed like a civilized person.
“Want to help me out of these?” I said, tossing my shirt aside.
Han Somang knelt in front of me and tugged my pants down. They slid off and pooled at my feet.
Then she pressed her nose to my underwear and took a deep sniff.
“It smells delicious.”
She reached for my waistband, but stopped just before touching it. Instead, she bit the elastic with her teeth and pulled.
The effort was cute, but it didn’t come off smoothly. I had to grab the waistband myself and yank it down the rest of the way.
Good girl.
I reached out and patted her head.
Now that I think about it… this scene looks exactly like something, doesn’t it?
Like petting a dog sitting in front of its owner. That’s the exact picture.
Her face looks like she’s thinking, “Did I do good? Pant, pant.” If she had a tail, it would be smacking the floor like crazy right now.
Since we’re already here, why not fuck her from behind like a pair of animals?
I already shot everything I had, but they say even dried squid gives water if you squeeze hard enough. Something will come out if I wring it.
And if it doesn’t, I’ll just keep pounding until it does.
Condoms… We already did it raw and sloppy yesterday. Putting one on now wouldn’t change much.
Besides, there’s no way Somang—who was a virgin until I took her—would keep condoms at home.
Am I really going to put my clothes back on and run to the convenience store saying “I’ll go buy some condoms!”? That would kill the mood completely.
“Somang. You know what doggy style is, right?”
“You mean from behind?”
“Yeah. That. Let’s do it from behind.”
“I’d rather see your face while we do it… but okay. From behind it is.”
The moment she finished speaking, Somang got into position.
She raised her ass toward me and pressed her waist down until it nearly touched the floor. Then she reached between her legs, slipped her fingers into her own pussy, and spread herself wide in a V shape—like she was taking a picture of it.
It was the most blatant bitch-in-heat pose imaginable.
“Whoa…”
“Please fuck me…!”
“You’re getting me rock hard again. Somang. Fuck, seriously…”
I grabbed my now-stiffer cock and rubbed the head against her soaked folds. The wet, sticky membranes tried to cling to me.
She rubbed her clit, getting ready to take me.
“Hnn…! Raham-ssi, put it in already!”
“Got it.”
But I just kept teasing her with the head, rubbing without pushing in. I wanted to watch her squirm and pant with need a little longer.
Unable to wait anymore, Somang spread herself even wider with her fingers. Her clit, urethra, and pussy were completely exposed.
“Use my pussy… Raham-ssi, please. Please use my pussy!”
“That’s still too tame.”
“Haa, use my vulgar, lewd pussy…! Raham-ssi, please… Stop teasing and put it in already!”
I pushed my cock between her trembling fingers and spread her open. “Haang!” Somang cried out, arching her back and adjusting her hips for a better angle.
I gave her ass a light slap. Her walls clenched hard around me.
“Hnngh, hnn… Haang… Hit me harder! Raham-ssi, hit me harder!”
“…You filthy slut.”
Smack.
A bright red handprint bloomed on her ass cheek. At the same time, her back arched like a bow.
“Haaaaang!”
I felt her walls spasm.
I wanted to torment her more. I wanted to pin her under me until she was gasping for breath. I wanted to reshape her pussy to the exact shape of my cock.
I thrust in hard, pushing past the torn hymen and driving deep until the head kissed her cervix.
“Hnn, haaah! Raham-ssi, Raham-ssi!”
Her sweat-damp hair clung to her back. I grabbed it like a handle and yanked her head back.
I wanted to see her face. It had to be obscene as hell.
Tongue hanging out, eyes rolled back, completely gone—I hoped that was the expression she was making.
Convinced of it, I picked up the pace.
“Hnn… Haa… Hnnngh! Hn… Hnn…!”
Her body convulsed again and again. The floor was soaked with her juices.
“Hold my hands…!”
Han Somang reached back. Those slender hands searched only for me.
I let go of her hair and took both of her hands.
“The other one too!”
I gripped both her left and right hands firmly. Her arms stretched behind her, back muscles tightening into an erotic curve.
She was bound by my hands. Completely surrendered, she felt my cock ravaging her pussy with brutal force.
“Hnn… Hn… Hnnngh…!”
My hips slapped loudly against her ass, wet sounds echoing as sweat and slick flew everywhere.
The walls that had been virgin just yesterday were being reshaped to fit my cock.
“I’m gonna cum.”
“Cum inside! Fill me up! Fill me with Raham-ssi’s cum!”
The head of my cock pounded against her cervix. Her womb seemed to descend to meet each thrust.
“Hnnngh!!!”
Spurt, spurt, spurt, spurt.
Despite my earlier complaints about having nothing left, I pumped a thick load deep inside her, her pussy milking me greedily with pure female instinct.
It was all because Somang’s body was so lewd. She squeezed like she was trying to wring out every last drop—how could I resist?
Even a limp, exhausted dick would probably stand right back up in front of her. Her body itself was concentrated Viagra. That was Han Somang.
The strength left her core muscles and her body went limp. I carefully guided her down to the floor.
Her breasts were squished to the sides, her cheek pressed against the ground.
“Hnn… Hnnngh, heek…! Hnn, hnnhehe…”
Collapsed on the floor, she panted and trembled, yet still let out a happy laugh.
I stayed buried inside her, feeling the aftershocks ripple through her walls. They weren’t violent, but they felt good.
I lay down beside her, careful not to pull out, and pressed our bodies together.
“Hnnngh…”
With that sound, Somang rolled over to make space for me. I slipped an arm under her and cupped her breast. It was soft, like kneading dough.
“Raham-ssi…”
“Yeah, Somang.”
“Today was amazing. From start to finish. Everything.”
“…I enjoyed it too.”
“Then, you know…”
“……?”
“Do it with me tomorrow, the day after, every single day. Okay?”
“You’re gonna kill me. I’ll turn into a dried-up mummy.”
“…Then just stay naked like this and hold me. With your cock still inside my pussy…”
“Haa… Fine. Yeah, let’s do that.”
…Is this what they call nudging, or whatever it’s called?
What man could possibly say no when his dick is buried in a woman’s pussy?
Han Somang… she’s terrifying.
A chill ran down my spine.
But hey, dying while getting squeezed dry by Somang wouldn’t be the worst way to go, right? Yeah! Definitely a good death!
I pulled her tightly into my arms and breathed in the sweet scent of her skin.
“Somang, where do your parents live?”
“Why?”
“I want to greet them.”
With my belly all bloated like this, I’d bow and say, “Haha! I’m the guy who knocked up your daughter! Her pussy was fucking incredible, by the way! Haha!”
Her dad would probably clutch his neck and collapse, and her mom would stare at me in shock.
Better to meet them now, even if it’s awkward, than do that later.
But Somang gave an unexpected answer.
“…If they were still here, I’m sure they would’ve liked you, Raham-ssi…”
“Wait, are they—?”
“Yes… They passed away.”
“So you’re alone? No other family?”
“……”
“……”
“I have a younger sister. A little sister.”
“You… do?”
Han Somang stopped talking and sniffled.
Was there some kind of story there…?
I stopped kneading her breast and just held her tightly.
“My sister… she’s an Awakener.”
An Awakener. Unlike martial artists like me, they have mana circuits carved into their bodies and use supernatural abilities.
Just like how martial artists go berserk and lose control when they fall into qi deviation, Awakeners can wreak havoc when they run amok.
The problem is that running amok during awakening is the norm.
…A picture formed in my head.
“That must’ve been hard…”
“I understand now. I do understand, but… hnn… I don’t know. Seeing my sister’s face is just… too painful.”
“It’s okay… Somang. It’s okay.”
Somang cried loudly in my arms.
I held her in silence while she sobbed.
After some time, she cried herself to sleep.
Her quiet, steady breathing filled the room.