Even Though My Boyfriend Never Did It Like This
“Haaah... yes... .”
It felt as though only the head of him had barely slipped past the entrance of her pussy. Yet Seol Yeomyeong, already so sensitive it seemed her whole body had been peeled raw, could feel the first delicious tremors of pleasure before he was even fully inside.
Then, as his thick shaft pushed deeper and the swollen tip scraped along her inner walls on its way in—
“Hah—!”
A moan escaped her, tangled together with pain and pleasure.
It hurt. God, it really hurt. Even though he wasn’t all the way in yet, that long-denied sensation of being utterly filled was gathering in her lower belly like heat.
W-what the hell... .
And yet it felt so, so good. This pleasure that came wrapped in pain.
She could already feel herself getting addicted to it. She wanted more. She was certain nothing in the world could ever feel better than this.
Thrust—
“Kyaahhng—!”
And when his cock drove in deeply and struck some hidden point inside her—
“Ah... it hurts... .”
Seol Yeomyeong clutched at Song Hoon’s shoulders, her nails raking down his back as pain sharp enough to stab at her brain fused with blinding pleasure.
At the same time, she twisted her hips, desperate to take him even deeper.
With the slightest movement, the cock packed inside her belly shifted too, making it hurt and feel good all at once.
“Hnng—”
Then a low sound slipped from Song Hoon’s lips too, and a strange kind of satisfaction swelled in her chest.
“Is this your first time like this?”
“Y-yes... something this big... nghh... .”
Every time Song Hoon’s hips moved, one moan after another spilled from her lips.
“Ahh, ahhhnn— I’m gonna die, hwaaah... ahk.”
Her back arched like a bow, her head tilting back. Hearing herself spout those obscene words without meaning to, Seol Yeomyeong covered her mouth with her arm and could only writhe her hips.
Even the lightest, slowest motion was already far too good. It felt as though her mind had floated up into the air, while lightning called pleasure struck her body again and again without mercy.
“I’m being split open... my womb is gonna get split opennnn... .”
Every time he drove into her deepest point, her breathing shattered, and there was nothing she could do except gasp and pant.
Song Hoon, too, was breathing hard, his hips working furiously.
“You’re squeezing me like crazy. Does your boyfriend fuck you this often?”
“He’s small... I don’t even feel it. Feels good. Ahhhhn—! I’m dyingyyy—”
Even while she was panting her moans, whenever the topic turned to her ex, Seol Yeomyeong would shut her eyes or turn her head away, perhaps from guilt, perhaps from embarrassment.
Song Hoon felt a peculiar thrill at the sight. Wasn’t the best thing in the world to steal and devour what belonged to someone else?
In that sense, Seol Yeomyeong was already in the upper-middle tier among the women he’d had. Her age, her body, and even the situation all worked in his favor.
By now, Seol Yeomyeong had started to awkwardly roll her hips on her own.
Drifting through the haze of pleasure, she was realizing for the first time in her life just how sensitive her body truly was.
Every time the conversation came back to her boyfriend, guilt and embarrassment tangled together in one corner of her heart, and she kept avoiding Song Hoon’s eyes.
“You’re embarrassed, huh? Even though you’ve got a boyfriend, you’re still lying under me like this and whining for more?”
The more Song Hoon teased her, the more relentlessly he tormented her, and the longer it went on, the wetter her pussy seemed to become.
“Wow, you’re riding me way better than before.”
“P-please... nghh. Haaah... .”
Every word like that made her feel several times more ashamed. And yet, right now, in this moment, pleasure had long since overwhelmed embarrassment.
By then, the only sounds filling the room were the wet, creaking squelch of Song Hoon’s huge cock grinding into her pussy, Seol Yeomyeong’s moans, and the obscene sound of him sucking and biting at her body.
When Song Hoon gripped her hips and lifted her up—
“Hah—!”
And when he lay back on the bed and shifted her into a woman-on-top position, shoving his cock deep into her cunt—
Seol Yeomyeong couldn’t hold it in. The rough friction inside her pussy sent shudders rippling through her whole body, and once again she came hard, squirting out her release.
“It’s so... so good... .”
Seol Yeomyeong kept bucking her hips, not even knowing what she was saying, simply wanting this pleasure to continue.
Squelch— squelch—
The clear white fluids had already thickened into something like toothpaste, and Seol Yeomyeong, eyes rolling back, could only shake her hips on instinct.
“Feels good?”
“Yes... it feels good... .”
“Your face is way too lewd. If the office staff saw you, they’d all freak out.”
“Haaah— nooo... t-that can’t happen... .”
Song Hoon felt a delicious mental jolt at the sight of her expression as she looked up at him, and he clutched her breasts while occasionally snapping his hips in a sharp rhythm.
Seol Yeomyeong’s pussy was truly the best. The inner walls wrapped around his cock were moist and warm.
And every time she said something embarrassing, or every time his hand touched her and her pussy twitched and clenched, there was a moment when he felt like he might cum right then and there.
The sensation of ravaging a shy woman who was just beginning to ripen, rather than some already fully mature woman, was new.
“Hup—”
Then, as the urge to cum rushed over him, Song Hoon tried to pull his cock out of her pussy—
“No... no! My boyfriend never even once came inside meee—”
Seol Yeomyeong wrapped her legs around Song Hoon’s waist as if refusing to let that happen and forced him deeper inside her.
“Ahhhnng— President, I’m taking your cummmm—! E-heheh—!”
Far more semen than he’d ever sprayed on Jo Juyeon’s face or breasts and back surged into Seol Yeomyeong’s cunt.
“So good... it feels so good... so fullll... .”
Then Seol Yeomyeong trembled violently and collapsed onto his chest, and even after he had poured himself out like a madman, the cock inside her pussy showed no sign of softening.
“Once more?”
“Aahk... no more... s-stop... .”
With his cock driving into her again, Seol Yeomyeong could no longer bear it and promptly fainted.
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After carelessly wiping down Seol Yeomyeong’s limp, half-unconscious body with a towel and turning on the shower, Song Hoon saw the proof of his success floating before his eyes and grinned.
[Seol Yeomyeong(C+) 1/3]
[The first-time bonus has been added.]
[You have obtained a total of 35(MAX) points from Seol Yeomyeong(C+).]
[Dice can be purchased from the shop.]
“Huh? She’s only C+?”
The letter beside her name was clearly meant to indicate her rank, and he was honestly surprised to learn Seol Yeomyeong was only C+ grade.
“So it looks like you can get dice from the same person up to three times in total.”
Well, that made sense. If one person could be farmed infinitely, then the dice would be infinite too.
“And it looks like the points you can get are capped by rank too.”
Once he entered the shop, dice of all kinds were listed with their point values.
“A six costs 30, an eight costs 40, a 120 costs 600? So one point is worth five units, huh?”
With the points he had now, he could barely buy one die with a value of six.
“Maybe the trick is to roll several times and raise the total, or maybe to aim for a higher ceiling from the start.”
For now, he’d keep it in reserve. Besides his cock, he still needed to find other places worth investing in.
“Everything that can be converted into numbers. Places directly connected to me.”
What was disappointing was that the numbers were only one digit long. He’d considered multiplying his assets, but what was the point in increasing them by only five or six won?
“Hmm... I feel like I’m getting the shape of it.”
For the moment, gathering points was the top priority.
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“Pfft.”
“D-don’t laugh... .”
When he came out after showering, Song Hoon couldn’t help bursting into laughter at the sight of Seol Yeomyeong crouched by the bed, wiping away the fluids she’d spilled with trembling legs.
“I can’t put any strength in my legs... .”
“Hup. I’ll clean it up tomorrow if I have to.”
Song Hoon lifted her into his arms in a princess carry and laid her down on the bed.
“Still...”
She was completely naked, her neck all the way to her earlobes flushed red with embarrassment, and the sight of it made Song Hoon lie down beside her and pull her into his arms.
“If you’ve still got the energy, want one more round?”
“N-no!”
Seol Yeomyeong let out a sharp cry at the thought of standing up on those shaky legs of hers.
Unlike during sex, Song Hoon’s embrace was very warm.
“Mm...”
Feeling their bare skin rub together, she nestled further into his arms while trying her best to ignore the hard shaft pressing into her lower belly.
How many orgasms had she even had? And yet it was still rock-hard. This man was a cheat, seriously.
What kind of man had Jo Juyeon been meeting that she could dump a guy with a cock this insane?
Was she seeing some Black guy or something?
There didn’t seem to be a single flaw in him. Besides, among women there had been a faint rumor going around that he was weak in bed, too.
There’s no way. That had to be something Jo Juyeon spread herself. What kind of cock was she even comparing him to?
As Seol Yeomyeong lay on the bed, tucked inside Song Hoon’s arms, she grew drowsy and fell asleep.
This man’s arms... they’re so warm.
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“Huaaahk—!”
Seol Yeomyeong suddenly grabbed the pillow as a tearing pain shot through her.
“Ahha... I’m dying... I’m dyiiing... .”
What woke her from sleep was Song Hoon’s cock stabbing mercilessly into her lower belly.
“Ugh... s-save meee—”
Song Hoon’s hips were moving several times rougher than they had the night before.
“You’re awake?”
His tone was the kind of ordinary morning greeting anyone might give, but Seol Yeomyeong was in no state to register it.
“I had to wake you. You were sleeping so soundly. What else was I supposed to do?”
“Ng... uhngh— huuuhhn—”
Seol Yeomyeong clutched at Song Hoon’s forearm, crying out as he kept pounding her pussy from the moment she woke.
“M-morn... morning... morniiiing—”
Her tongue twisted helplessly, and the pain surging through her cunt made her eyes fly open.
“Good morning.”
Song Hoon smirked wickedly, kissed the back of her neck lightly, and then grabbed both her arms and drove into her harder.
“I’m u-up now... .”
Before the aftershocks from the night before had even faded, pleasure flooded her body once again.
“Uhaaahn—”
A wail burst out of her outright. She wanted to bury her face in the pillow to muffle it, but Song Hoon wouldn’t allow even that, gripping her arms tighter and forcing her upper body up.
He’d noticed the night before how tired she’d been, how she hadn’t even woken up while he was sucking her pussy until it was drenched, and had kept thrusting into her even more fiercely because of it.
How am I supposed to hold back from playing with someone asleep?
Besides, wasn’t teasing a sleeping person one of the most entertaining things in the world?