Pelvic Stability
In my overwhelming excitement, I had rubbed my cock all over her face like a cheap masturbation toy, marking her face as if it were my personal property.
But as reality set in, my erection quickly died. Anxiety over how she would react and what kind of excuse I could possibly make flooded my mind.
Just as I was having a total mental breakdown over what I'd done, desperately trying to think of an escape route—
You have acquired the S-rank trait: Body Temperature Regulation.
All I did was use Yuna's face as an Onahole and discard her like a used tissue, and yet I gained a trait.
'I got another trait?'
Pushing aside my lingering regret that I hadn't covered her face in even thicker semen, along with the anxiety of what I'd just done, I focused on the new trait.
'Do I grow through sexual acts?'
The methods for acquiring and leveling up traits varied from person to person.
It seemed my traits were definitely not the standard combat type.
'I should check what kind of trait it is first. Status Window.'
'If it gives me temperature tolerance, this could be incredibly useful for survival once I level it up.'
Strangely, this trait didn't seem directly related to sex.
I didn't know how else I might use it, but for now, I decided to focus back on her.
I checked Yuna's condition again.
Her entire face was slick and glistening, drenched in a mixture of sweat, saliva, and pre-cum.
My semen, which was always plentiful, was smeared across her lips, nose, and cheeks, slowly dripping down.
Even from a distance, her body was visibly soaked. The pre-cum and semen smeared on her face dripped down her neck, while the sweat and arousal fluids she secreted from getting worked up by the scent and shape of my cock drenched her completely.
Seeing Yuna like that—her face flushed crimson as she practically overflowed with juices—fueled my sadistic urges.
To think she was this aroused, dripping wet after being toyed with, used like an Onahole, and discarded like a tissue... Her shamelessness made my cock swell with anger.
Suppressing my tension, I spoke in a slightly detached, business-like tone.
“I got everything out of your hair.”
I shamelessly carried on as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened.
Yuna, who had been utterly dazed by the lingering sensation of my cock on her face and the smell of the fluids smeared over her, only managed to reply after a long pause.
“Ah... Yes... Thank you.”
What exactly was she thanking me for?
'She can't even take her eyes off my dick.'
It was incredibly hot to cum so heavily, pretend nothing happened, and keep my cock practically resting on her face. She was a natural-born masochist.
I had blatantly shoved my cock in her face, rubbed it all over her, and then painted her face with a massive load!
Between the pre-cum, sweat, and her own hot breaths, her face was completely soaked and reeked of my scent.
We had only just met today, yet I had marked her face as if she were my personal property.
Her face was so thoroughly defiled and the smell so potent that anyone walking in would realize what happened instantly.
Yet, seeing her act so submissively, pretending nothing was wrong without a single hint of resistance, made me incredibly hard.
I got the distinct feeling that she would accept absolutely anything I did to her, no matter how extreme.
Watching her stand there, completely defenseless, made me want to play a much meaner trick.
Without asking, I grabbed her hand as she stood there with a dazed expression.
“Since you're done with your workout, shall we do some stretching together?”
“...Uh... S-Sure...♡”
With my semen still smeared all over her face, she let herself be dragged along by a man she had just met today. She didn't resist at all, simply following me with a vacant, blissful smile.
“*Inhale*... Haa... Haaah...♡”
Following me to the stretching zone, she inhaled deeply, savoring the lingering scent of my semen on her face while reliving the sensation of my cock.
It felt as though she would let me do whatever I wanted, pretending to be oblivious to the end.
“Do you know any stretching poses?”
She surely knew a few, but her brain was so fried she just shook her head blankly.
Smiling at her dazed state, I decided to demonstrate a pose first.
“First, spread your legs wide and squat down, like you're doing a deep squat. Keep your hands off the ground. This is to build pelvic stability.”
Yuna followed my instructions obediently, seemingly unaware—or perhaps fully aware—that her posture resembled a dog presenting itself to its master.
'Pelvic stability, my ass.'
It might actually have some physical benefit, but this was far from a normal stretch. It was a degenerate pose straight out of a hentai.
Glancing at Yuna, I stepped closer and grabbed her ass.
Her plump cheeks squeezed elastically between my fingers as I gripped them.
The way her flesh molded perfectly to my palms felt incredible.
“Ngh! Ah!?♡”
Instead of resisting my vulgar touch, she merely let out a pitiful whimper.
Already highly aroused, just the touch of my hands on her ass made her hips shudder, sending another wave of wetness between her legs.
Ignoring the fact that she had probably just had a mini-climax, I gripped her hips from behind and pushed them forward.
“Haaah...♡ Nngh...”
The way she reacted to my touch was incredibly erotic and cute.
When I let go, her cheeks bounced back into shape, jiggling like pudding.
Her hips were remarkably wide for an Asian woman, and she had a perfect apple hip.
With her pelvis pushed forward, the pose became incredibly suggestive. Once her hips were locked into position, my hands slid toward her front.
This time, I gripped her inner thighs, pulling them apart to force her legs wider.
“Ahhh...♡ Ngh... Haa...♡”
I savored the soft, supple texture of her thighs while watching her drool and moan.
I deliberately took my time adjusting her body, kneading the tender flesh of her inner thighs right near her crotch.
Her thick, firm thighs only fueled my sadistic desires.
The wet semen still glistening on her face and the heavy, musky scent in the air drove me to act on impulse.
Spank!
“Kyaah!♡ Haah!♡ Haa?”
She let out a dazed moan, looking completely lost as if she couldn't comprehend what had just happened.
'Her eyes look like they've literally turned into hearts.'
I could see her leggings growing darker and wetter between her thighs.
“You need to feel the stimulation in the area I just slapped.”
It wasn't a workout or anything of the sort, but I kept spouting whatever excuses came to mind. It was nothing but a vulgar, perverted pose straight out of a hentai.
“Yes...♡ I'll focus...♡”
Since she wasn't resisting, I took it as permission to do whatever I wanted with her thighs.
Spank! Spank! Spank! Smack!
“Ngh!♡ Haah! Ah!♡ Oh!♡”
Her whimpering moans sounded like a puppy trying to hold back its cries out of embarrassment, which only made me want to torment her more.
I relished the way her body reacted to every blow, enjoying the soft, doughy texture of her thighs. But gradually, the sound of the slaps began to change, turning wet and squelching.
Her juices had seeped all the way down to her thighs, spraying tiny droplets with every slap.
The elastic bounce of her flesh and the way her entire body shuddered, spilling juices and moans with every strike, was so entertaining that I couldn't stop.
I slapped her so much that the fabric of her leggings along her inner thighs actually began to fray.
Through the wet, translucent fabric, bright red handprints were clearly visible where I had been striking her.
I had covered her in my fluids, slapped her until she was bruised, and made her soak herself all the way down to her thighs. It was an incredibly humiliating moment for her, yet she didn't utter a single complaint.
Smack!
Emboldened, I slid my hand between her legs from the front, cupping her pussy and ass, and thrust upward with force.
“.........!♡”
Though she felt a wave of humiliation at how roughly I was handling her body, she was already far too aroused to care.
Accepting my touch, she thrust her pelvis forward, presenting her pussy to me.
Seeing that her posture was finally perfect, I lightly patted her pussy, her anus, and the underside of her buttocks.
“Good girl.”
She widened her eyes in sheer disbelief and shame that her most private parts had just been patted, but the praise made her shiver with pleasure.
She had undoubtedly realized that submitting to me would only lead to even greater pleasure.
“Yes... thank you, Oppa... mmmh.”
Feeling a surge of dominance as I brought her to heel, I had naturally dropped the formal register, and she submissively fell in line, calling me 'Oppa' without hesitation.
Now that we've gotten closer and dropped the formalities, shall we move on to the next pose?