Chapter 18
Pfwoook!
I slammed my cock deep into the Barabari Coat Woman's wide-open pussy.
"Ohhh!"
As soon as it went in, she bucked and let out a moan. Once a moan starts, it doesn't stop. I pulled her close and pounded down from above.
"Oh! Oh! Ohhh!"
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
With vigorous downward thrusts, her pussy clenched around my cock instantly. Juices squirted out sloppily. Outside, people were murmuring.
"They're doing it again!"
"Wipe off that steamy fog!"
"They're wiping it with their hands! But the other side's fogged up too, can't see shit!"
Maybe because I was thrusting from a spot a bit farther away this time, people pressed even closer to the glass door. Some were even wiping the moisture off the glass to get a better look.
"Hooo! Ohhh! When you thrust deep...! Deep like that... Ohhh!"
Every time I slammed down with a pahang! pahang!, she wailed. Her pussy gripped so tight that the folds dragged upward with a wet schlurp. A glance showed foam bubbling at her entrance.
"Ohhh! Hoooo!"
I shoved my cock in deep, then ground my hips to rub it against the depths of her pussy.
"Hoooo! Uh-ohhh! Rubbing there! My womb! Ohhh!"
Her body trembled. I felt her pussy twitching. It sucked my cock in greedily. Overcoming that pull, I lifted my hips and repositioned.
"Now we can see better! Huh? They're changing positions?"
"The guy's completely on top of her!"
"It's mating press!"
Splash.
The moment their voices reached me, a hot gush of fluid poured over my cock from her pussy. And from above, I drove down with my full weight, crushing her pussy!
Schlup! Schlup! Schlup! Schlup!
"Oh! Oh! Ohhh!"
Pahang! Pahang! Pahang! Pahang!
"Hooh! Oh! Ohhh! Hoooh!"
Thwack-thwack-thwack-thwack!
"Hng-ohhh! Hng-ooooh!"
Her pussy writhed. Hot, squishy walls pressed in from both sides on my cock. I thrust through them, and now they twisted like a spiral staircase. Even that I wrecked, shoving deep until I hit bottom with a gruuk gruuk. Finally, it vacuum-sealed around me with a long shluuuuuurk squeeze!
"Kuhhh!"
"Hooh! Hoooh! Hoooooh!"
Like a vacuum cleaner, her pussy sucked my cock in tight. The intense suction. I barely pulled out before it yanked me right back in. My thighs slapped against her ass with wet schlups. Gruuk gruuk. Her pussy clenched. Like a baby nursing at its mother's breast, the Barabari Coat Woman's pussy suckled my cock with needy smacks!
How could I refuse such desperate hunger?
"Kuh! I'm cumming!"
"Ohhh! Give it to me! Cum inside!"
"Hngaaah!"
I slammed in with all my strength for a deep creampie. Spurt spurt. Spurt spurt. I drained every drop from my balls into her pussy.
"Hooh... Hoooh...."
Semen oozed out from her gaping pussy between her splayed legs, dripping plop plop.
"Haa. Haaa...."
I brought my cum-dripping cock to her mouth, and she latched on, sucking eagerly. Sluuurp! Sluuuuurp! Her cheeks hollowed as she worked it, making my cock harden again.
"Gotta clean up."
Part-time shifts end clean enough, if not spotless—no leaving a soaked mess for the next crew. I held back and stood up.
Looking back, the onlookers had vanished.
"Master~ I'll head out now toooo...."
"Yeah. Good work taking it."
"Yesss~."
The Barabari Coat Woman left the convenience store. While cleaning up, my throbbing cock still tingled with the thrill of fucking in front of everyone—or maybe the memory of that intense pussy grip.
I finished cleaning, reopened the store, served a few customers, and shift change came. Ting-a-ling~ The door chimed as the Convenience Store Manager walked in.
Her usual cool expression, like nothing happened. But for some reason, her gait was off—legs squeezed together, wobbling unsteadily, nothing like normal.
"...Manager. You okay?"
"Hm? What?"
"Your walk looks uncomfortable."
She shrugged at my question.
"Had some business at dawn."
She casually pulled out her phone.
"Sent your pay."
"Thanks!"
I didn't pry, checked my pay, and wrapped up the night shift.
Back at my one-room, I crashed for overdue sleep, woke up, showered, and sat on the bed when my phone buzzed.
[Landlady]
I picked up quick, and she asked for help.
"Could you lend a hand for a sec? It's heavy again...."
"Of course. Building entrance?"
"Yeah. Sorry."
"No worries. On my way!"
Down at the entrance to help, there was the Landlady hovering with a big box.
"I'm here."
"Thanks for coming."
"This one?"
"Mhm."
I took the box, and riiiip—just like before, the packaging tore right open. The tape ripping drew my eyes naturally to the contents peeking out from the top.
"Ah, this is...!"
My eyes widened as I looked at her. Her face flushed as she turned away.
It was that kind of stuff.
"Porn comics and AVs...."
"D-don't say it out loud...."
She pressed her palm to her cheek, shaking her head. And not just any— the covers and scenes were intensely hardcore.
For a split second, I wondered if selling this was even legal, but nah.
This world's different.
I looked away.
"Pretty intense stuff."
"Mhm. Because... thinking I might die from my numbers makes me feel... freer...."
Climbing the stairs, she explained.
"Once I let go, I started craving stronger stuff... and it escalated to the hardcore side...."
"Haha, yeah, that happens."
"R-really?"
Her face reddened as she glanced back. Mine burned too—probably matching.
We stared, then flinched and kept climbing.
She said, "Glad you get it. If the other tenants found out... I'd die of shame. Acting all prim and proper outside...."
"Haha, been there. Back home, I acted like my PC had no porn, all confident—then it was full of married milf stuff. Awkward as hell. Haha."
"Oh my! That must've been embarrassing~ Hehe."
We laughed, reaching the fifth floor at her door.
"Thanks for carrying~."
"Wasn't heavy."
I set the box down. The contents peeked out again: explicit comics and AVs of ripe housewives and milfs getting railed by the neighbor kid.
"...."
I stared, then forced a bright tone.
"Ever thought about doing it with other guys?"
She chuckled softly.
"Of course. I have numbers left, and I want to live."
"Then...!"
"But hubby doesn't want that. He'd rather die to reduce my numbers...."
She tilted her head with a smile.
"And seeing him at risk with zero numbers... other guys' numbers look different too."
"Different how...?"
"Well, numbers are... precious, right?"
She giggled.
"Demanding someone else's just to save myself? That's not right. Not admirable."
"Can't take it lightly, or be someone who does."
"And most of all, I don't want someone who treats their own numbers lightly."
She looked at me. Our eyes met. Her gaze held quiet refusal.
But. But.
I met her eyes boldly.
"What if it's someone you can take lightly?"
"Huh? What...?"
"Someone with a good reason to take lightly?"
"Wh-what are you saying...?"
As she backed away in confusion, I grabbed her arm and yanked her into a hug.
"Oh!"
Her massive tits pressed into me. That ass begging for a slap was right there. I ground my cock against her body to convince her.
Purpose: make her understand. So, time to get hard.
"W-wait! What's this? Calm down...! At least explain why...!"
As I rubbed, I whispered in her ear.
"You can take me lightly."
"Y-you keep saying weird things...."
"Look above my head."
"Above your head? Why—huh?"
Clutched tight, twitching each time my hard cock pressed, she peeked up.
Her eyes widened.
"Infinity?"
She looked at me slowly. Our eyes met.
"Mmph! Mmmph!"
I kissed her. Slight resistance, but after shoving my tongue in and making out with wet smacks, she melted and accepted.
"Hng-mmph. Hnnng....!"
Left arm holding her tight, my right hand went straight to her huge tits, kneading hard. Moans leaked from her.
"Hng-mmph, hnnng, hnnnng."
Her resistance faded. I showered her with deep kisses, groped her tits firm. Pulled her closer, grinding my bulging pants against her skirt-covered pussy.
"Hnnng... Hng-mmph!"
Her eyes snapped open; she pushed me away frantically. I could've kept going, but let her shove this time.
Schmooook.
Our lips parted with a thick sound.
"Hoo...."
"Haa, haaa...!"
Flushed, flustered, she stared. Confusion and shock in her eyes.
She cried out shakily.
"This... this...! I d-don't know! I don't know!"
She flailed, yanked the door open, and fled inside.
Thud.
Door shut. From the other side, I called confidently.
"Call anytime you need help!"
I turned.
"Time to prep for work."
Heading down the stairs, I somehow knew: I'd see the Landlady again soon.