Chapter 26
Click. Click. Click. I pulled out my phone and snapped photos of the Landlady, her pussy dribbling cum in thick streams.
"Wh-what was that sound just now… hnngh!"
I silently spread her legs wider as she tried to close them a little. Her thighs had clenched with real strength when she shut them before, but now that I'd pried them apart, she held them wide open like she was posing for me, just as I'd hoped. Click, click, click. Then upward. Her blindfolded face. Her massive tits heaving with ragged breaths. Click, click.
Once I'd taken all the photos, I switched to video. Starting from her pussy vomiting up globs of cum, panning up to her blindfolded face. Then I shoved my cock back in her mouth. Slurp, slurp. She eagerly sucked my dick clean, the shaft still streaked white with leftover semen. She even sucked out the cum hiding deep inside, all the way to my balls, with wet, greedy pops. The whole thing was captured on my phone.
Ding. Recording complete. Video saved.
"Hoo… that was good."
I looked down at her with a satisfied grin. Her tongue flicked around a little more, like she missed my cock already, before she finally closed her mouth. The fun was over, so it was time to untie her. But if I just unbound her hands and removed the blindfold right there on the bed, it'd be awkward for both of us. And boring. So I grabbed her discarded clothes instead.
"Ah, ahh?"
I roughly pulled her cum-stuffed panties up over her pussy, then hiked her skirt on top. "Arms up."
"O-okay…"
I unfastened the handcuffs one by one, slipped her bra and sweater back on. Left the blindfold on. When I stood her up like that, she wobbled to her feet, thighs pressed slightly together, shuffling awkwardly. She stepped cautiously off the bed. I took her hand, and she gripped it tightly, like she trusted me to guide her to the door. Like she was begging for help since she couldn't see the way.
But there was no way I'd let her off that easy.
"Wh-what?!"
I hiked up her skirt, shoved her panties aside, and rammed my cock into her as I walked her toward the entrance. "Hoh! Hoooh!"
She'd gotten used to the rough treatment in that short time—unlike before, she didn't try to brace against the floor. I just pulled her close, groping her tits roughly. Her clothes were already messy from me dressing her, but I rumpled them even more freely. And like that, we made it to the door. I sat her down one last time and plunged my cock into her mouth. Slurp, slurp. Made her suck it spotless. Then I helped her into her shoes and led her outside. Finally, I removed the blindfold.
Her cheeks and face flushed red. Hair disheveled. Breathing hard, eyes trembling as she looked up at me. I handed her the delivery box waiting out front—the one packed with filthy toys.
"Study this stuff well. You never know when you'll need it next."
"Y-yes…!"
Face beet red, hair to skirt a total mess, she snatched the box and bolted upstairs.
I watched her disappear, then turned away. It was already afternoon—late afternoon, with the sun dipping low and painting the sky red.
"Gonna take it easy today."
I'd been pushing hard lately. Figured I deserved a day off, so I messaged the convenience store about skipping night shift.
She deserved a break too—dawn sex marathons, then mornings at the store. She'd been grinding hard. And she always showed up at dawn with fresh toys, so she probably needed time to brainstorm new ideas…
Ding.
A selfie popped up: her in the convenience store vest, flashed wide open, massive tits to pussy fully exposed. My dick twitched instantly. Guess her ideas never ran dry.
If I replied, we'd just keep chatting, and I'd ditch my rest plans to sprint to the store. So I long-pressed the pic and hit the heart—like button. (Here, that meant "I wanna fuck.") Then I headed out.
I'd planned to crash harder at home, but as I lay on the bed, a thought hit me.
'Stamina's not lacking… but I could boost it more.'
Yoo-jung and Hye-rim were off on their state-funded postpartum trip, but I clearly remembered that electric tingle from fucking them both. It was burned into my brain. My daily ejaculation limit had gone up. Not some vague "I came! Didn't see it but yeah, I nutted!"—no, a precise increase. Consistent, no variance in condition or volume. Even the strictest cum-counting association would have to nod: "Yep, that's one more for sure."
If ejaculation count could rise like that…
'Couldn't other stats from a h-game—stamina, strength, intelligence—increase too?'
Maybe through training or whatever. Even if not, strength and stamina could build with exercise. That was my thinking as I stepped out. Goal: scout workout spots like a gym.
Places that screamed "stat booster" as soon as I saw them: gym, Pilates studio. Otherwise, park track or hiking the nearby hill. Library or cram schools gave me a headache—probably INT stuff. Passed.
I peeked around. Too tired to try, just window-shopping.
"Ooh!"
Up the hill: women in leggings jogging the park track, asses jiggling. Pilates instructors demoing through studio glass—endless sexy stretches. Gym was the full buffet: skin-tight clothes clinging to curves, leggings sprints, chest-thrust pulls. Killer outfits meets killer poses. Felt oddly proud. Nearly signed up for Pilates or gym membership on impulse, held back. Eyecandy only. Went home, crashed, recharged.
Next day, night shift at the convenience store. Not long in…
Ding-a-ling~ "Master~."
Convenience Store Manager arrived in her usual Barabari coat. No mask now—bold as hell. Clack, clack. Heels clicking fast as she approached.
"Ta-da~."
She flung the coat wide. Her massive tits and smooth thighs jiggled from the force. But what really grabbed me: the dry-erase markers stabbed into her pussy like a pencil holder.
She shook her hips, making her marker-stuffed pussy sway front to back.
"Watched the video~ and my body felt so empty~."
"So?"
"I prepped something~."
Shake, shake. She thrust her pussy toward me again.
"Body-graffiti markers~ scribble all over me as you like~."
Honestly, I was touched. This preparation. How was she so passionate? Made me wanna give her my all, no disappointments.
I reached out, plucked a black marker from her pussy. Popped the cap.
Drew a huge heart on her nipple. "Hnngh~."
The pen glided smooth over her soft skin. Heart on the other tit too. Arrow down on her pussy. For the text above the arrow, I handed her the pen. She took it, scribbled without hesitation.
[Master's Cum Pussy]
She passed it back. As I pondered what to write next, staring at her…
- Huh? That guy…
- Isn't he from the convenience store?
- But that outfit…!
The voices from that dawn park encounter flashed back. I flinched, swallowed hard, and scrawled huge on her pale belly.
[Convenience Store Manager]
"Hnnngh!" Her breath hitched the second she saw it. So turned on, she didn't take the pen back—instead yanked one from her pussy and scribbled next to [Master's Cum Pussy].
[Times Received Master's Cum]
My turn, pen trembling a bit as I pressed it to her chest.
"Tits… what cup?"
"I-cup~."
[I-Cup Tits]
[I-Cup Udders]
One on each side. Started tame on the right, but it felt weak, so harsher on the left. She saw and immediately wrote on her thigh.
[170cm Slave Manager]
Then crammed more next to the earlier pussy graffiti.
[Master's Cum Dump]
The graffiti over her pussy mound caught my eye.
[Master's Cum Pussy]
[Times Received Master's Cum]
Below center: my arrow ⇩. Looked lonely, maybe? She added more on both sides, pointing at her pussy: ↘⇩↙.
Seeing those three arrows, my hand moved. So did hers, scribbling freely.
[Part-Time Whore Pussy Given to]
[Dawn Park Fuckslut]
[Dies Without Master's Cum]
[Slut Who Bared Face for Sex Vid]
[Bitch Dreaming of Master's Cock Every Day]
[…]
Her body filled with more words, growing filthier, more explicit. And the dirtier they got, the more she panted, her pussy drooling.
Soon her body was covered, save one spot: the circle next to [Times Received Master's Cum]. For tally marks—straight for loads, slashes for fucks.
"Haaaah…."
"Hoo…."
No space left, markers pulled free. Her pussy glistened, soaked. We stared at the convenience store's glass door, our shared lust-scrawled desires begging to be shown to the world. No words needed. Our breaths synced, ragged.
"…Wanna go out?"
"Y-yes…!"
With heated grins, we decided. To bare our cravings outside. I led the graffiti-covered Convenience Store Manager out into the night.