Should I Introduce You to the Girls...?
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Music poured from the phone speaker as Kim Nagyeong circled Song Hoon, who was seated in a chair with his cock standing stiff and ready, and performed a lap dance around him.
“Is this what cheerleading is supposed to look like? It’s a little different from what I’ve seen in videos.”
Nagyeong’s thighs gleamed with the slickness of pussy juice sliding down them, and the top half of her uniform, worn without a bra, showed the exact outline of her nipples.
“One-person. It’s a one-person cheerleading routine just for Hoon.”
Her uniform bore the Black Tigers logo. A black belt. Tiny hot pants that barely covered anything, hanging low enough that every movement exposed the curve of her ass.
Maybe because she really was a cheerleader, she danced well too.
Watching that kind of filthy show in the front row, with her naked, was no joke either.
Apparently even she was embarrassed by the obscene dance she was doing to the rhythm of her phone music, because she kept darting her eyes away and twisting her body shyly.
“Haa. This is amazing.”
But her actions were anything but timid.
The skill with which she sank down onto my erect cock and rocked her hips against the fabric over it was no ordinary thing.
When I caught her hips in both hands, she let out a weak little moan and pressed herself even tighter against me, grinding her whole body over mine.
As if I were some giant pole for pole dancing.
“Ahnnn—”
“Touching the audience during cheerleading is cheating, you know~”
“You say that, but the more you touch me, the more our bodies seem to stick together.”
“Of course, because you’re an exception, Hoon~”
She faced me, climbed onto my lap, looped her arms around my neck, and kissed me while swaying her hips against mine.
“You really do look like a horny bitch when you do that.”
“Ehehe… Please scold your horny cheerleader bitch, Nagyeong.”
“You look like such a sweet little puppy, but you act like a bitch.”
Song Hoon chuckled and pulled Nagyeong into his arms.
The rough texture of the uniform scraped against his skin, but the sight of Nagyeong nestled in his lap, growling and acting cute, was more than enough to please him.
He checked the point window that had appeared when he’d come on her chest, and a deep smile spread across his face.
As expected of an A-rank. Face, body, pussy grip, even the job itself.
He licked his lips with the tip of his tongue, tasting the saliva gathering there.
His current points: 1,125.
Points needed: 285.
And I can get another 100 points, so that leaves 185. Two B-ranks.
Then he could gather every point he needed.
Buy the 120-die and the 60-die.
The 120-faced die and the 60-faced die.
As 900 points vanished in a blink, Kim Nagyeong’s lap dance continued.
His whole body had become hypersensitive, and in his ears Nagyeong’s moans rang out like surround sound.
“Hnnng… it’s hard.”
The two dice started rolling with a clatter.
“Hah— hahhh—”
Nagyeong’s movements were climbing steadily toward climax too.
Sweat beaded across her face.
While she devoured Song Hoon’s body, her pants had turned pale and wet with pussy juice, and the slick dripped down her thighs in little streams.
Sweet moans spilled from her mouth in ragged breaths.
The dice gradually slowed to a stop.
You gained 1 point.
“Fuck—!”
“Hahk—!”
The moment Song Hoon tightened his grip on her breasts, Nagyeong let out a shriek.
You gained 120 points.
“Kyaaah—!”
The instant the 120-point die paid out, Song Hoon lifted Kim Nagyeong and threw her onto the bed.
Total: 125 points.
A ridiculous jackpot.
Add 4 to Endurance.
With that, his Endurance reached 10/10.
Even at 6, three rounds had been no problem at all.
What would 10 feel like, then?
Nagyeong, sprawled face-down on the bed, surrendered herself completely to Song Hoon’s suddenly rougher hands.
“This is insane.”
He yanked off her pants, and her snow-white ass peeked out; then—
Smack.
“Kyahnn—!”
His handprint bloomed bright red across her cheek.
Dopamine exploded in his brain.
Looking at the deep grooves carved along her spine like a mountain stream, he lowered his head and carefully licked along the folds before pushing her uniform higher.
“It tickles—”
He grabbed both of her breasts and kneaded them for a while, then shoved his cock into Kim Nagyeong’s pussy and climbed over her body as if folding himself on top of her.
“Hah—”
Nagyeong wriggled as if the weight was crushing her, but Song Hoon didn’t move an inch.
Thrust.
“Your cock’s so hot. Hnnng. I like it.”
Yet soon enough, the overwhelming pleasure coming from her pussy devoured her brain whole.
“Ghk— ghk—”
The sex grew more and more violent.
And all Kim Nagyeong could let out were broken, choking moans.
“So deep…!”
Song Hoon still couldn’t stop smiling at the remaining 121 points.
Shlick— slap.
“Haaah… it’s rough—”
He started hammering her hips downward.
“Ahh… hnnng… it feels like I’m becoming a cum hole.”
Under the heavy weight of Song Hoon’s body, unable to move at all, all she could do was feel the massive cock buried in her and drown in pleasure. Shame crept over her even as she gasped and trembled.
“But I like it… more, please, Nagyeong wants more of your cock.”
All she could do was press her face into the bed and moan.
Her whole body shook, and every muscle was tight as a drawn bow, proof of how many times she’d already come.
It wasn’t just sex twice. It was being drilled like a beast, twice over.
To Kim Nagyeong, that was what mattered.
“Haah. I’m cumming.”
“In my mouth. Please cum in my mouth. I’ll swallow all of it.”
As if refusing to let her take another creampie, she shook her hips, and with a little irritation mixed in with a let’s see how long you can last attitude, Song Hoon pulled his cock out, grabbed her by the hair, shoved himself into her mouth, and poured out his load.
“Hnnngh…”
Nagyeong gulped down the cum sliding over her throat, then coughed and hacked for a long moment.
“Still…?”
If he’d already come twice, it should have softened a little, but the cock still stood there at a ridiculous forty-five-degree angle, practically reaching for the sky. Nagyeong was dazed, yet she swallowed hard at the sight of that astonishing libido.
***
Kim Nagyeong woke up to a faint ache in her lower abdomen.
“Gghh… hng— hng— ah… wait….”
She jerked her head around and found that the sky outside had already turned the pale blue of morning.
It felt as though she had taken cum to the body four times through the night and then passed out before finally waking again.
“It hurts… hnnng.”
Now the soreness down there was stronger than any trace of pleasure.
Her pussy was so overworked it almost felt swollen.
The lust that had raged like an active volcano the night before had long since quieted, but this man had kept going without ever seeming to hit an end.
“How many… hng… times was it….”
Even after being drilled that many times, she was still leaking like crazy.
“Well… didn’t you know? I kept fucking you even while you were asleep. I think I came about six times?”
It was an absurd number. Not the kind of premature dump where you counted one thrust as one round, either. Once he started thrusting, twenty minutes vanished in a flash. If there was foreplay and all the rest, one session easily stretched to an hour.
“Your sex drive is… way too strong… I can’t handle it.”
“Why? You said you had a strong sex drive too. Pfft… and now you’re saying you can’t handle it?”
“Hiiing—”
Kim Nagyeong was certain of it.
No athlete in the world could beat Hoon. Absolutely none.
The senior who had said they should go meet the athletes. The senior who said they’d do a gangbang had definitely only said it to kill the burning lust inside her.
Song Hoon alone would solve everything.
Six times overnight?
No, seven times by now. A number no one would ever believe.
Thunk-thunk.
She slapped the bed a few times, and more of Song Hoon’s cum was flung all over her body.
“You worked hard.”
Her entire body was drenched in cum, the smell of night-blooming flowers thick in the air, and when Song Hoon gently kissed her forehead as if to praise her for it, her expression softened into a dazed little smile.
She didn’t want to lose a man who was this perfect even after sex.
He didn’t go soft even after six rounds.
At a glance, Song Hoon’s cock didn’t look fully hard anymore so much as slightly settled, but that still felt like the most accurate way to describe it.
Even when I was learning cheerleading. Even when I was cheering my lungs out like a maniac. I wasn’t this tired.
Kim Nagyeong felt an irresistible wave of sleep crash over her body and thought, Should I introduce him to the girls too…?
She even had the ridiculous thought that maybe, if she introduced him to every cheerleader on the team, he’d still be able to handle them all.
Ahh… feels so good… but he’s too strong. I can’t keep up…
Not sleepy from drowsiness, but from sheer exhaustion.
***
“Kyaa~”
At the sound of a scream from beside her, Kim Nagyeong bowed her head low.
“No way! Nagyeong, what is this!”
Seo Haneul was changing clothes in the locker room when she spotted Nagyeong and screamed, drawing everyone’s attention.
“Ah— unni—!”
She’d tried to change as fast as possible, but apparently someone had seen it anyway.
“What are all these kiss marks~”
“Oh my gosh, Nagyeong, you—”
Like sharks catching blood in the water, all the cheerleaders swarmed in.
“Look at this. Wow, your whole chest is covered in kiss marks. I mean, how rough did you go at it all night to end up like this?”
“Wait, the skin under your eyes is dark too. Did you even sleep?”
The rumors flew in every direction.
“What kind of athlete did you meet?”
“Exactly—introduce him to me too!”
The cheerleader who was best at meeting athletes in the first place patted Kim Nagyeong on the shoulder.
It was like finding hidden treasure.
“Athlete!”
“Yeah?”
“Not an athlete… just a guy I know….”
At the words guy I know instead of boyfriend, the crowd stirred again.
“Wait, what happened with some guy you know last night? Not even your boyfriend?”
“Then how many times did you do it overnight for the skin under Nagyeong’s eyes to be that dark!”
With that, she realized there was no way out unless she answered.
“Overnight… seven times….”
But that only made things worse.
At the words seven times, the entire locker room exploded.