Creampie Sex (1)
Master looked like she was in real pain right now.
Even someone who wouldn't twitch an eyebrow if her limbs got blown off was groaning over a measly broken finger. It felt a little off.
That had to be the item's effect.
"This shit hurts like hell. My finger's throbbing—ugh... fuck! It hurts so goddamn much!"
"Won't it heal in a few minutes anyway? No need to make such a fuss."
Honestly, it seemed like overreacting.
"I read a few of those romance books in your room."
"Hey! Why read that crap when you've got me?"
"They were in your room, Master. The most dog-eared page had this line."
Popular women are the ones who trigger men's protective instincts. They awaken a father's love, making men unconsciously want to protect them.
"Hey, you think I'm faking pain to get popular?"
"Yeah."
"You little shit... Hey! Why the hell would I pull something like that for popularity?!"
"Isn't that it? Sure looks like it."
"Hey! Cut it out!"
A LV.89 player in that much agony? How bad did it hurt?
Hmm... Definitely never wanna use that thing.
"Shiiit... Tears are welling up. Ahh, for real!"
"Why not take some painkillers? With your status, you could get 'em without a prescription easy."
Players' bodies build resistance to narcotic painkillers. That's why so many smoked addictive meds like cocaine like it was just cigarettes.
"Hey, with my poison resistance, I'd need to down like a kilo of fentanyl! Cost aside, that shit would just knock me out cold!"
"Then sleep it off. You're half-unemployed anyway."
"No way! Just one hour and I can fuck you all I want!"
"Ha... Can't even argue with that."
Pathetic, making a big deal over something like that.
"Ugh... Shouldn't have swung so hard!"
"You seemed fine just a minute ago. Why complain now?"
"'Cause! Can't act weak in front of the other bitches!"
Master's psychology was simple: showing weakness to rivals might give them an opening to steal me away.
Of course, hearing it from the guy in question—me—it was utterly ridiculous. What an ego trip...
"You're talking nonsense, so it must be mostly healed. Good thing. Want me to make you some porridge?"
"No! Swear at me instead."
"...Pardon?"
What the hell kind of nonsense was that?
"Master's tastes are something else. Now you wanna get cussed out by someone ten years younger?"
"That's not it! My mind's getting weak right now. Help me pull it together somehow."
"Ha... Idiot. Idiot."
I granted her wish. Then Master bolted upright in bed and yanked off her pants.
She rubbed her pussy furiously with her perfectly fine hand... Total perv!
"Curse me out harder!"
"I-i-idiot moron."
"Not like that!"
"F-f-fuckwit?"
"Not that kinda crude shit! Make it dirtier—sexier!"
I couldn't take it anymore. Had to give her what she wanted.
"You perverted old spinster, thirty-one years old and begging your younger disciple to curse you out! A LV.89 wasting away at home instead of Babel—what a pathetic loser!"
"...Kkh! Don't go that hard!"
"Isn't this what you wanted?"
...Went a bit too far. Didn't need to say all that.
Anyway, Master's finger looked mostly healed. See? The bone was knitting back together; she could move it properly now.
I gently took her hand. For someone who wielded a sword, it was surprisingly pretty.
She could've been a hand model and made bank.
"Still hurts a bit if I move it. But way better than before. Thanks to our Hyunwoo, huh?"
"Yeah. Glad I could help. Anyway, I'm off to bed. Getting sleepy."
"Mmm~ No way. Absolutely not. Check the clock. What time is it?"
11:58.
Meaning just two minutes until next month.
I looked back at Master's face. It was beaming.
Grinning ear to ear—she was genuinely thrilled. Loved this moment that much?
Always thought so, but Master was easy to read. Made her emotions straightforward.
"You're such a perv. You wanna fuck me that bad?"
"Fuck yeah, obviously!"
"Raw...? Master, I'm LV.68 now. That's a 21-level gap."
High-level players basically became the same species.
Like how different vertebrates couldn't interbreed. The higher the level, the harder to have kids.
But I was LV.68 now. Meaning I was mutating into something else too.
So yeah, a kid between us was totally possible.
"Use a condom. Or birth control pills if you're really worried."
"No!"
"...You really wanna knock me up?"
The answer was obvious. With just two minutes to noon, Master looked a tad impatient.
"Gonna make one. Definitely having your kid. Got it, you little squirt?"
"Fine, Master... Having a kid with me, whatever."
I lightly pushed away my clinging teacher and perched my ass on the bedside desk.
Of course, it was all unconscious. But Master took it like I was provoking her.
Ryu Master bared her white teeth and growled. Probably thinking about grabbing my short legs and dragging me back to bed.
"A pro player thinking about pregnancy? With me... That's basically marriage, y'know."
"Told you before. Gonna marry you."
"I thought that was a lie, Master."
"Think I'd lie about something like that? You're ridiculous."
Well, her actions were so flippant, who could blame me?
"One minute left? Make it thirty seconds."
"Ha... Master, seems like you don't know shit about pregnancy. I'm a guy, sure, but I think I know more than you, so lemme explain."
Lecturing a woman on pregnancy! Even I thought it was funny.
"First off, women get huge bellies when pregnant. Can't move right."
"You think I'm some seven-year-old kid? I know that much."
"Then why act like this? Seriously..."
I stared Master down and shot back bluntly. Tick-tock, the clock marched on honestly.
Finally, it struck noon.
"Noon."
"Yeah."
"You really gonna do it?"
Answer was set. And I had to accept it.
"Yeah!"
Second time fucking without birth control.
Ryu Ga-eul finally had her chance to claim her disciple completely.
Jackpot.
She'd devoured this soft, chewy body to her heart's content before.
But his heart? Still out of reach.
Hyunwoo's mental fortitude was stronger than expected. No matter how intense the orgasms she forced on him, he never broke.
That pissed her off. Sure, a loyal man for her beloved disciple was great.
But when he crumbled, he needed to shatter.
Well, think of it as a game. Plenty fun that way.
She stroked his hair endlessly, like petting a dog or cat.
Savoring the soft texture, she lifted his short T-shirt. Smooth, pale abs gleamed.
With his recent level-ups, muscle was filling out bit by bit. Not that she minded—looked damn good.
But losing the squishy parts for more hardness? Kinda sad. Good fucks needed that perfect give.
"If you're stripping me, do it now."
"Shhh... "
"It's been ten minutes already, y'know? If you're gonna tease, don't touch me at all."
What a clueless boy. This was the moment to properly savor the body he'd craved.
Of course she'd take her time.
Ryu Ga-eul peeled off the lifted shirt. Stroked his now-bare chest.
Still soft here. Could play longer?
"Feels good. Pants next?"
"Ha... Why drag it out? If you're doing it, do it right."
"Gonna do it right. Not now—soon."
Ryu Ga-eul slobbered over his face with her tongue, devouring him greedily. Dawn was far off.
Time to play? Long. Very long...