Chapter 43
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 43
Chapter Title: Dang Hwa-rin
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Soaked through with the female Daoist's breast milk.
Thanks to that, he had to wash up again. But it had been satisfying sex, so he had no complaints.
He roughly dried his wet hair as he headed to his room.
"W-Wait a second...!"
He opened the door without a second thought, and there stood Dang Hwa-rin with a flustered expression. She was dressed in something scandalously revealing, waiting for him.
"Ah, uh! Th-This is... well, you see."
Si-woo's eyes lit up. It was the ultra-mini cheongsam he'd begged her to wear last time, only for her to refuse.
She kept trying to tug down the embarrassingly short skirt with her hands, but it was far too brief for that to work.
The outfit exposed her underarms, upper chest, and thighs completely. It covered less than it revealed, making it more obscene than being naked.
Whether due to his regenerative power or not, his cock hardened in an instant despite the romp with the female Daoist. He felt no fatigue at all.
"You look beautiful."
Si-woo lunged forward and embraced her. With no pesky bra in the way, he freely enjoyed her voluptuous breasts.
'Whoa, so soft and squishy.'
But her expression had stiffened a bit. In a cold whisper, she asked,
"Where have you been?"
"Uh..."
Dang Hwa-rin's face twisted sharply. She stared at Si-woo without a word.
After a moment's hesitation, Si-woo decided on honesty. She seemed to have already figured it out anyway.
"Sorry. I just had a round with the female Daoist."
"..."
Dang Hwa-rin pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed.
"Haa... At least you didn't lie about it."
For some reason, her reaction wasn't as bad as he'd feared. He was relieved.
"Sorry."
She glared at him and said,
"Don't lie to me from now on. I know your martial arts are unusual, so I won't try to stop you... Haa... that smell. It's that auntie's scent, isn't it?"
'Ah, so she thought I'd given up on Ecstasy Arts and backed off.'
"I washed up, but you can still smell it?"
She sniffed the air and wrinkled her nose.
"Yeah. Go wash again."
If he went to wash now, the mood would turn icy. She was on the verge of pouting.
His instincts kicked in. Si-woo pulled her close and covered her lips with his.
"Mm...!"
Smack!
"Nnh... N-No, wait... Y-You need to wash fir—mmph...!"
He ground his rigid shaft against her lower belly while swirling his tongue.
True to form for someone who loved kissing, her sulk melted away. Her expression grew hazy, heat blooming in her once-cold eyes.
One kiss, and she was lost in a daze—quintessential premature pussy. She could even compete with the female Daoist for third-rate status.
A drop of love juice trickled down between her thighs. The scent of an aroused female began to fill the air.
Si-woo scooped her up princess-style and gently laid her on the bed. He'd thought she'd gotten used to it after two straight days last time, but she was still blushing like a bride.
Her face flushed apple-red, she averted her gaze from his. The sight was too much to bear.
As Si-woo moved to pounce, she stopped him.
"W-Wait, let me take this off first..."
She reached for the cheongsam cosplay he'd gifted her—a modern, skimpy mini-dress version.
"No. Keep it on."
Si-woo lifted her arm and licked her pristine underarm.
Lick!
She squirmed as if covered in goosebumps.
"Hyah...! What are you licking?!"
Jang Ye-hwa loved it, but for Dang Hwa-rin, it wasn't an erogenous zone. She resisted lightly, trying to lower her arm.
'Fine, then I'll make it one.'
Si-woo coated his tongue with Mixed Origin Qi and licked her underarm relentlessly.
"Hyaah...! Wh-What's that...?"
He slipped a finger into her pussy for dual stimulation. Could this premature pussy hold out?
Squelch!
Lick!
"Eek...! D-Did you do this with her too?"
She'd noticed the Mixed Origin Qi on his tongue, so he shook his head.
"Mixed Origin Qi? No."
A subtle satisfaction crossed her face. Her struggling weakened, strength draining away.
Lips twitching at the bizarre sensation of her underarm being licked, Dang Hwa-rin murmured,
"Hyah...! Feels weird..."
His probing finger found her weak spot—a bumpy patch. He stimulated it while attacking her underarm.
But he was careful not to let the pussy pleasure dominate. He linked the G-spot and underarm, teasing them sporadically.
Forcing a non-sensitive area into an erogenous zone felt like something rising from his chest—a conquest, defiling a blank canvas.
Twitch!
It wasn't easy sending her over from a non-spot. But his persistent ministrations made her waist tremble.
"Hyah...♥"
She clamped her mouth shut to endure, but a faint moan escaped.
Shiver!
"Eek...!"
She covered her eyes with the back of her hand as her hips bucked. Her habit of hiding her face at climax remained.
Mission accomplished. Satisfaction welled deep within him.
"Hwa-rin, you're too cute."
Twitch!
She jolted again at his whisper in her ear.
Si-woo licked his way down her body to her petals.
Her pussy was already flooded.
Slurp!
Drinking her nectar filled him with contentment. He savored her pink folds, tonguing every nook and cranny.
Gush!
"Haa...!"
Only after her light climax did he pull away.
Si-woo spread her legs and pressed his cock against her.
He'd missed her pussy. Gazing down at her flushed body, eyes still covered, he locked eyes with her after brushing her hand aside and thrust in.
Squelch!
"Haak!"
Twitch!
True to form, insertion sent her over instantly. Such a sensitive, lewd premature pussy.
Climaxing before he even wrapped his cock in Mixed Origin Qi.
Si-woo embraced her soothingly.
Burying his face in her nape, licking the soft skin, her trembling voice steadied a bit.
"Haa... I'm okay now. Do it."
"Got it."
Squelch! Squelch!
He rocked his hips slowly on purpose.
Tapping her cervix entrance in steady rhythm.
"Hng...!"
He asked the girl staring at him with pleading eyes,
"What?"
"N-Nothing."
Too shy to beg for it harder—she was adorable.
Squelch! Squelch!
Si-woo alternated between her G-spot and cervix. Her pussy knew him inside out by now.
To the frustrated girl, he said,
"Doesn't feel good?"
"Haa...♥ N-No, it does... but something's weird... Eek!"
Twitch!
She'd tried to hold back, but climaxed lightly anyway. Incredibly sensitive pussy.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
But the cervix massage was just beginning. Steady tempo, endless glans kisses on her womb mouth.
At the same time, he pressed her lower belly where her womb lay. One day, pressing here alone would make her cum like a bitch in heat.
"Feels good here, right?"
"Haak... Ahng! Y-Yes...!"
As the heat built, she grew more honest.
Five minutes of slow grinding drew beastly moans from her.
He gradually increased his pace.
Dang Hwa-rin lost her mind to the relentless waves of climax. She'd thought two days of sex had accustomed her to pleasure—it was an illusion.
This nonstop chain of orgasms was brutally overwhelming.
The faint peaks climbed like stairs, ever higher, refusing to descend.
Now, every thrust struck like lightning.
"Ahng♥! I-I'm cumming!"
She cried out the words he'd taught her. Embarrassing, but he wouldn't stop without them.
She'd shouted through her shame, yet he didn't stop.
Squelch. Squelch.
The warm pleasure from her belly filled her body, clouding her thoughts.
"Good girl. Cum again."
Panic flickered in her eyes.
Just days ago, he'd stroked her hair and hugged her tight at that plea. Not this time.
"I-I came already! Haak♥!"
She gazed up at him with moist eyes. Her teary beauty held an inexplicable allure.
Si-woo hugged her, and she clung back desperately, legs locking as if to say don't go.
He stroked her hair and resumed thrusting. Time for her to get used to multiple orgasms.
"H-Hard... but again!? Ahng!"
Squelch squelch squelch squelch
The flooded nectar splattered lewdly.
Watching her gaping mouth, Si-woo pistoned wildly.
She shook her head no, but he persisted. He even kissed her, amplifying the pleasure.
Instinctively, her tongue danced in response.
Trained martial artists reacted even amid mind-numbing ecstasy.
Si-woo wrapped his cock in Mixed Origin Qi, intensifying it. Their mingling energies brought spiritual fulfillment.
Energy sex—only possible with trust!
Her tongue tried to form words, so he broke the kiss.
"Aaahng! Aaaahng! So good! Feels amazing!!"
Her body convulsed. Legs pulled him deeper, milking his seed.
Si-woo crushed her beneath him, pounding away.
Her spasming folds gripped him tight. Electric pleasure raced up his spine, scorching his brain.
They became one beast, inseparable.
Slam! Slam! Slam!
Ignoring his building urge, Si-woo thrust until his limit hit. He buried himself deep.
Pressing his glans to her cervix.
"Ngh...!"
Spurt! Spuuurt!
After defying climax for dozens of thrusts, the release was explosive.
His mind went white.
Semen poured endlessly from his cock.
Finishing his piss-like ejaculation, Si-woo checked on her.
Her eyes rolled back, face a mess of ecstasy.
His alone—no one else's to see.
Perfect.
To her dazed self, he whispered,
"Feel good?"
"Si-woo... Love it♥ Y-Yes...♥"
Love for him or the pleasure? Unclear, but it sounded nice.
Modern day.
To properly wield the insights gained from the martial arts world even on Hunter Earth, he swung his sword in the training hall.
The blade traced lines in the air amid rising heat haze. Deep in focus, his smartphone buzzed.
-Vrrr
-[Han So-young]: Busy?
Si-woo tilted his head and called back.
Click
-Is now okay to talk?
"Yeah, what's up?"
-I got a call from Jang Ye-hwa.