Chapter 162
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 162
Chapter Title: Baby-Making Play
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Im Hyeji was over the moon.
'Oppa really didn't abandon me.'
She knew Kang Jik had been busy lately.
She'd heard it wasn't easy impregnating Han Semi—that older woman who'd been her guild master—due to her age, and she understood.
Im Hyeji knew plenty about how Kang Jik grew stronger, so she accepted that this was a hugely important matter.
That was why she didn't mind him visiting less often or throw a tantrum demanding his semen.
Lately, lying alone in bed, she sometimes missed those early days when she'd first met him and everything felt so chaotic.
Back then, even if she hadn't wanted it, he'd kept pushing himself on her, and there were times when going even a day without fucking her felt like thorns growing inside him.
Those moments when her whole body tingled and heated up.
Of course, it was the same now.
"Hngh."
The thick, rough hands groping her breasts.
The hot breath against her ear.
And the heavy cock pressing against her pussy.
"Oppa, impregnate me with your baby."
It was meant as a joke, but Im Hyeji said it half-seriously while stroking his scorching shaft.
Kang Jik's face looked seriously aroused.
At 23, she knew having a kid wasn't an easy choice, but after two pregnancies already, it didn't worry her much.
Even if a real baby was worlds apart from a skill.
For some reason, the burden of carrying his child had completely vanished.
"Ah!"
Some inexplicable impatience swayed her heart, too.
Her own unique charm.
Kang Hana, Lee Sua, and now even Han Semi.
To keep getting his attention amid them, each had to highlight their appeal, but Im Hyeji felt a growing inferiority complex—aside from being his first, she had nothing special to boast about.
What could she do?
With an overwhelming presence like Lee Sua around.
So Im Hyeji decided to go all-in on giving him whatever he wanted.
Besides, her SSS-grade skills and abilities were a huge help to him.
In the end, hadn't he upgraded her A-grade mana to SS-grade just for her?
She wanted to keep riding that smooth wind, bearing both babies and skills—even without bubbly charm, she'd claim her spot by his side forever.
"Oppa... it feels so good... so full... hngh... my body's shivering all over..."
To make that happen, Im Hyeji had diligently studied Nutube.
Positions men loved during sex.
Men's erogenous zones.
How to suck cock just right.
Reactions that turned men on...
Anyone glancing at her recommendations might mistake it for his algorithm, she'd searched so obsessively, filtering out the junk through cross-checks.
One key takeaway: men loved a woman's honest reactions, instinct overriding shame.
Saying stuff like that took massive courage for shy Im Hyeji.
She used to hold back moans because hearing herself embarrassed her.
She'd improved lately—around him, she squirted freely, clung without hiding, voicing her desires.
But dirty talk like this? Unimaginable her whole life.
"Ungh... haat!!"
Maybe that's why.
His cock swelled thicker, pistoning faster.
His intensely serious gaze piercing her was too hot; she turned away, hiding her face.
Is my face okay right now?
Has it gotten too slutty and ruined?
What if it crumples ugly and kills his boner?
The hands kneading her breasts slid to her slim waist, lifting it slightly.
"Hnght... ungh... eut..."
With her waist and hips raised to his level and locked, each thrust hit harder.
Over her perky breasts, her smooth belly, the mound of her pussy, spread legs, and ass slamming against his pelvis—all obscenely visible.
So lewd.
This is what it means to get knocked up like this.
As his cock plunged in and out, she swore she could see its shape bulging in her lower belly—an illusion from the motion.
Deeper. She wanted it firmer, fuller; matching his rhythm, she bucked her hips.
"Hyeji."
"Haa... haa... yes... Oppa..."
She'd climaxed long ago.
Love juices gushing nonstop showed her body was plenty heated; her mind floated, tongue half-slurred.
So when he called but said nothing, she didn't question it.
She hadn't responded expecting an answer anyway.
Pure instinct.
Just reacting to his call.
Chasing pussy pleasure kept her too busy.
His grip tightened on her waist, pulling her torso up into his embrace—she melted into it without resistance.
His cock kept moving; lying or held, no difference.
Kang Jik stood from the bed, holding her.
Each step jostled her legs, each jostle thrusting his cock, sending jolts.
It felt like flying.
Arms tight around his neck, savoring the lingering throb when he paused mid-stride.
Relishing the shaking stimulation with every step.
Then he stopped, laying her back on the bed.
Bed lengthwise, her horizontal; he straddled the edge, cock still buried.
She glanced around.
Not his room.
Familiar yet strange.
"...Oppa... isn't this Hana's room?"
"Yeah. It was empty, so I came here."
"...!"
Her body tensed instantly.
Her pussy clenched tight; his cock hardened, stabbing deep.
"Kyaaht... Oppa!! Wait... not here... your room..."
"Why? Don't like it?"
Standing thrusts let his hips snap harder, deeper—mind blanking.
She tried speaking, but each plunge whitened her brain; intent forgotten every three seconds.
Don't like it?
Of course not.
Imagining him doing this in her bed with another woman? Heart would sink.
Sure, they all knew he impregnated others in special circumstances.
But they tacitly pretended not to know, avoiding discovery—that's why.
If Kang Hana or Lee Sua fucked him in Im Hyeji's bed.
She couldn't voice hurt, but the thought stung; reverse it, and yeah, discomfort if Hana learned this.
"No... do whatever you want... hnght... please..."
But in the end, she reached out, yielding to him.
She couldn't refuse him anyway.
Already enslaved to his semen; ditching abilities and skills? Impossible.
Missing its convenience and beauty? World turns miserable.
And this physical pleasure she'd never known? Irreplaceable bliss now.
Kang Hana's bed was plush.
Fragrant, unlike his musky sheets.
Neat dolls showed a woman's touch.
"Hnght..."
Twisting atop the tidy bedding, rumpling it; flailing arms clutched and crumpled sheets.
Gushing juices soaked the edge even where Hana slept.
"Sorryyy... Hana..."
Apologizing to absent Hana for the laundry.
Someday, if Hana did this in her bed... today's sin forgiven? Lame self-absolution as she spread and quivered.
"Uuu... Oppa... hurry..."
She'd hit limit ages ago.
Three squirting climaxes, at least.
Pleading with hazy eyes.
"Cum... please..."
Fill her womb full.
End this peak with stuffed womb, savoring afterglow.
His plea-response: leaning in, embracing, tongues tangling.
Speed ramping— he's close— she hugged tight, anticipating.
Nearing the end.
He panted roughly, whispering in her ear.
"Later... wanna try with Hana too?"
"Aang... aaang!! Hnght..."
Body twitched, clenching; brain screamed no, too embarrassing—but
Her mouth beast-roared instead.
"Huh? Don't want to?"
That's why.
"Hngh... yes... haaaaaht!"
Gushing semen flood—did she mean yes to that?
Or to doing it with Hana?
Her unbidden agreement.
"Huuuuh."
In his warm embrace, reason to correct it, say no—but
Im Hyeji ignored it.