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The Landlady gaped, watching or not, as Ahn Yoo-jung and Maeng Hye-rim kept right on slurping away at my cock with wet, smacking sounds.

Her shocked expression froze, mouth wide open, unable to tear her eyes from the two of them latched onto my dick. This went on for a good while. Slurp, slurp.Smooch, smooch. Ahn Yoo-jung and Maeng Hye-rim explored every inch of my cock, sucking and nibbling.

"Th-this can't be…."

The Landlady stared intently at the scene when—

"Mmph…! Mmmph! Already? It's too fast…."

Only after Ahn Yoo-jung's phone buzzed did the two finally pull off my cock. …The Landlady's gaze was still glued to my dick, now hidden under my pants, but anyway.

Vroom. Moments later, a sleek luxury limousine pulled up. The door opened, and out stepped a woman with her hair tied back in a ponytail, sunglasses on, dressed in a sharp suit. She had a tall, toned figure that screamed government agent. She approached us.

"Ahn Yoo-jung? Maeng Hye-rim? Is that you?"

"Yes!"

"Yeah!"

"I'll need to check your IDs."

After verifying their identities…

"All confirmed. You can board. I'll handle the luggage."

"We're off! Don't play with your dick too much without us!"

"We'll do it again when we get back!"

The two waved at me as they climbed into the limo. Ahn Yoo-jung was buzzing with excitement, while Maeng Hye-rim was a bit stiff but couldn't hide her anticipation.

Thud. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠The limo door shut. The agent loaded their bags into the smoothly opening trunk, then closed it with a thunk. As she opened the passenger door to get in—

"Um…."

The Landlady called out to the agent.

"Is there a problem?"

"It's just… this is the first time one of my tenants has left like this. From what I know, for pregnant women, the rent and such is all…."

"Yes, that's correct. The government tracks it and covers the payments. It won't take long."

"I see… Thank you."

The agent nodded and hopped into the limo. The door closed, and it drove off.

Left behind were just me and the Landlady. The air turned awkward in an instant.

I couldn't stand it and quickly bowed to her. "I'll head up now."

"W-wait a second!"

As I turned to go, she grabbed me.

"Those two who just left… did you send them?"

"Send them?"

"To the State Maternity & Postpartum Facility. Their numbers and…."

I nodded at her question.

"Yeah, I did. I reduced their numbers, after all."

"I… I see. So it really was infinity…."

Her half-closed eyes darted around as she heard my answer. She seemed to have something to say, hesitating, fidgeting. Then, she looked up at me hesitantly.

"Wh-what if… just once…?"

"Huh?"

"You know, what we talked about last time. I think… just once would be okay…."

What we talked about before. When she said to contact her anytime if I needed help. And that help was…

"Sex, right?"

"Eh? Y-yeah, sex…."

"No. It's getting pregnant. Reducing your pregnancy numbers."

"Y-yeah. Right. Reducing the pregnancy numbers…."

I smirked at her flushed face as she bowed her head, eyes downcast.

"Let's go up."

I held out my open palm, and she timidly placed her hand on it.

I gripped it tight, interlocking our fingers, and headed into the one-room building. Between our clasped warm fingers, her cold wedding ring swayed precariously, as if it hadn't yet grasped the mood.

Step, step. Heading up the stairs.

I could have teased her mercilessly—didn't you say no before? What changed your mind?—but I didn't.

Instead, I quietly listened to her mumbling excuses as we climbed.

"I-it's not because I want sex or anything. Sure, seeing those young girls surprised me a bit… yeah, it got me excited after so long without something lewd, but that's not why…."

Step, step. First floor.

"It's infinity, right? I'm not wasting an important number, and I get to live… that's why, yeah."

Step, step. Second floor.

"People who can live should live, right? And my husband wouldn't want me to die…."

Step, step. Third floor.

The third floor was where my one-room was, so we headed down the hallway instead of going higher. She stopped in front of my door, still mumbling.

"…But my husband, if he finds out…."

I pulled her close and kissed her.

Smooch!Slurp!Smack!

Her half-closed eyes flew wide open.

"Mmph! Mmmph!"

Slurp. Smoooch.

I'd felt it last time too—her kissing was clumsy. How to put it? She just received what I gave. If I had to compare, like Maeng Hye-rim. But different from Maeng Hye-rim's innocent clumsiness from knowing nothing. This was like she'd forgotten how due to a sexless life.

Simply put: She needs cock rehab.

Those plump lips. Teasing that soft tongue lightly was a waste.

I'd have to rehabilitate her. Maybe even develop her further.

"Mmm. Mmm…."

"Mmmph. Mmph…!"

I pushed my tongue in firmly, savoring the lady's tongue to my heart's content. Smoooch.

Her expression and body melted limply. Smooch, smooch, smooch.

A few more deep kisses and sucks, and her stiff tongue started to move. Slowly entwining with mine—finally, basic warm-up, or rather tongue warm-up, complete.

Smooch.

I ended the kiss and opened the door, stepping inside. Right there in the entryway.

"Sit."

"O-okay."

I pointed to the floor by the door, and she sat. Her face was now perfectly level with my crotch.

One step closer. I positioned my bulging pants—hard cock straining—just brushing her nose.

"It's been a while since sex for you, so relax with some deep breaths."

"Deep breaths? Ah. Th-that…."

"See? You're already flustered and tense. If you're tense, you won't reduce your numbers properly. Again, deep breaths through your nose."

"G-got it. Hoo, hoooo. Hoooo."

Her body shivered, eyes closing. She slowly inhaled and exhaled through her nose. I felt her breath through my pants.

Whoosh. I yanked down my underwear and pants in one go. My raw hard cock sprang out, right under her nose.

"Hooo… Hot! Hooo! Hooo…!"

She jolted hard, eyes still shut, from properly sniffing my cock scent. Then she brought her nose back to it, breathing deep to regain composure. At some point, her nostrils were pressed right against my cock as she breathed.

"Hooo! Hooo! Hoooah…!"

I placed a hand on her head, stroking to say she was doing good. Her face flushed subtly.

Then I gently pressed her forehead, tilting her head back.

"Huh?"

Her head naturally lifted, my cock now aimed at her mouth. Through her half-closed eyes, her pupils gleamed. I grinned at those eyes looking up at me.

"Open your mouth."

She hesitated, then parted her lips. I smacked my cock against her extended tongue a few times—tap tap tap.

Then slide—I pushed into ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠her mouth.

Her tongue reacted as my cock entered. She slowly tasted it. Lick. Licked the head, poke, poke. Prodded the tip with her tongue tip, rubbing. Slurp, sloooorp. Sucked slowly.

Her head moved. Forward and back. Forward and back. Cautiously working my cock.

And my impression of her technique?

"Too shallow, ma'am. Way too shallow."

"Mmm…?!"

Shallow. Insufficient. That was it.

"Guess your husband didn't teach you right."

"Mmph…!"

"Or maybe this was enough for him?"

"Mmph…! Mmmph…!"

She protested like no, sucking a bit faster, a bit deeper—but soon cough cough, blatantly showing her lack of experience.

She tried to pull back, removing my cock from her mouth. Like I'd let that happen.

I cupped her head with both hands, holding her as she tried to spit it out.

Her face trembled as her retreat was blocked. Tension clear in her quivering half-closed eyes—my cock throbbed harder.

"Ma'am. That might've been enough before, but not now."

The glans tip. Held in her mouth by my hand, unable to spit it out. I commanded the kneeling lady cradling my cock tip.

"You're doing it with me. So learn and adapt."

She needed to learn. The depth I wanted. The speed I wanted.

"Forget the old stuff. Match me."

She needed to erase all ingrained techniques.

"Mmph… Mmmph…."

"Gotta reduce those numbers. You said just once, right? So do it right."

"Mmm, mmmph…."

"Here it comes. Feel it properly."

"Mmmph!"

I grabbed her shaking head and thrust down hard.

Harder than ever. Deeper.

"Guhk! Guuuhk!"

Deepthroat. My cock plunged past her throat. Her nose buried in my pubes.

The tight, soft yet wet flesh wall rubbed my tip. Drool poured out, soaking my cock and balls.

Her throat clenched around the head, squeezing.

"Guhk! Guuuhk!"

She frantically tapped my thighs, trying to lift her head.

"Hold it! You can take more!"

"Guuuuhk!"

I ignored her, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠pressing her head harder!

"Mmph! Guuhmph!"

"It's fine! Hold longer!"

Thrust thrust thrust thrust! I rammed my cock!

"Remember! This deep! This fast!"

"Mmph! Mmph! Mmph! Mmmph!"

"Squeeze your throat! Suck it! A milf like you should devour cock!"

Thrust thrust thrust thrust thrust!

"Don't forget! Make it swell till it bursts! Melt it out!"

"Guuhmph! Mmmph! Mmmmmmph!"

Thrust thrust thrust thrust thrust!

A few more rams, then I released her.

"Haaack!"

Unable to hold, she sprang back ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠first.

"Haa, haaa…."

Collapsed, staring up at me with a dazed expression.

I took a step toward her, entering the one-room fully, and smirked.

"Get up. Now it's your pussy's turn."