Chapter 67

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Translator: penny

Chapter: 67

Chapter Title: Bullying the Delinquent Girl

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In porn, you see these actresses who flick their tongues around so freely.

They're the type with mouths just big enough, plenty of room to work their tongue, licking away to amp up the visual thrill for the viewers. But I always wondered if it actually felt that good in real life.

Since I'd never gotten a blowjob before in my life, I couldn't compare a standard one to those flashy tongue tricks anyway. Pointless musing, really.

Thinking back to when Im Hyeji did it for me, just sliding it into her mouth felt amazing—warm and cozy.

But the instant I experienced Kang Hana's elaborate technique, I knew she was born for this.

"Hoo..."

She knew exactly where to target on a guy, zeroing in with precision.

She kept the sensitive glans nerves slick with saliva so they never dried out or got sore, sucking on it like candy with just the right pressure, mixing in softness to avoid any pain.

When she worked the shaft, she'd purse her lips to keep the head stimulated, locking eyes now and then for that extra visual kick.

Her hands gripped my ass tight, locking me in place so there were no gaps in the pressure—like a built-in safety mechanism. It wasn't just a mouth-pussy warming up my dick; it was a full system designed to lead straight to climax.

I leaned down and grabbed the waist of Kang Hana, who was squatting there sucking me off.

She shot me a look like What the hell are you doing? but obediently lifted her hips anyway.

Now squatting with her ass thrust back and her waist bent low to suck, a gap opened up at the collar of her shirt.

"...!"

I grabbed her gravity-pulled tits through her clothes, and her mouth froze around my dick, body twitching.

One hand left my ass to swat away the one groping her chest.

She glared at me, demanding an explanation.

"Can't I?"

"...."

She should've snapped, Of course not, you psycho! Instead, she hesitated.

Like she was pondering if there was even a reason not to.

Soon enough, her hand returned to my ass, eyes dropping back down as she resumed sucking.

Silent permission granted.

I gently squeezed her tits. No resistance this time.

I cupped them with both hands.

Even through the fabric, the weight felt divine—truly the perfect handful sculpted by the gods.

But two layers of cloth were still annoying.

I rolled up ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠her casually worn shirt.

Then shoved her sports bra up toward the collar too.

Finally, her pale skin and tits spilled out, dangling free.

All I could see was her white back, which only made the hidden flesh I was kneading below even more tantalizing in my imagination.

"Hngh..."

My rough hand slid along her smooth back to her sideboob, and a thick breath escaped her lips.

I pressed my palm over her nipple, squeezing to gauge the full size.

Not that big.

Or maybe? It filled my hand satisfyingly, so a firm B-cup at least.

But sadly, my life's breast comparison pool was C-cups like Im Hyeji and Lee Sua, so she ranked last by default.

Absolute terms? Solid third place.

Relative? Dead last. A tragic reality.

I kneaded softly and stated the facts.

"Smaller than Hyeji's."

"...."

"Ow! Fine, take it back. Take it back."

I'd forgotten Kang Hana's real personality for a sec.

I'd been treating her like just a pretty delinquent archetype, enjoying the vibe, but she could be just as bitchy to me in reality.

Still, she didn't bite down on the head—instead, she chomped lightly on the shaft. No death by teeth.

Just a sudden spike in stimulation.

Proof she was a natural, alright.

And that comparison to Im Hyeji didn't just piss her off—it lit a jealous fire or rivalry, making her suck harder, faster.

Kang Hana had a different flavor of teasing ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠compared to Im Hyeji.

Kneading her soft tits pushed me closer to the edge faster.

A few strands of her tied-up hair fell loose, and watching her diligently sucking face sparked a thought.

"Wanna cum all over your face and hair."

"...N-noo..."

Obviously not gonna fly.

She was sucking for pregnancy—or skill boosts—not to waste precious semen on her face.

"Just cum on your face and you lick it up. Way hotter that way, right?"

"...N-no... What if the effect wears off..."

Even while protesting like my dick might die if she stopped, she never let go. Skill level: expert.

Kang Hana's worries were so pure.

Freaking out about semen wasted outside losing potency.

"Inside... cum in..."

"Nah. Face today."

She shook her head no.

Vigorously.

With unwavering determination, she deepthroated, throat clenching tight around me.

"Urk."

Her hands pulled my ass in, squeezing me against her as she ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠clamped down.

I pretended to push back, but shockingly, her higher stamina meant I couldn't budge her.

Not that I was trying full force, but even if I had, probably no dice.

No choice—I gripped her ponytail like a handle, thrust my hips, and unloaded down her throat.

Gulp.

Even then, she swallowed every drop to the last, squeezing it out with relentless determination, refusing to pull off.

"Pah."

She licked up the bit that dribbled from her lips, then glared and unleashed her pent-up nagging.

"Why the hell am I sucking your dick! Who benefits if you cum on my face? Pervert."

"Why not? It's hot and feels good."

"Exactly. I'm not doing this for your pleasure."

"Oh?"

"...."

I feigned seriousness for a beat, and quick-on-the-uptake Kang Hana's tail tucked right away.

She knew there was a reason she was sucking me off, so she was watching my cues.

Without me asking, she cleaned my dick with her mouth, then grumbled in a sulky tone.

"...Once I get pregnant and gain a skill... maybe then..."

She was too cute—I let go of the handle and patted her head.

"...."

Exactly 32% odds, and on the third try, I nailed the throat pregnancy.

Ever since awakening, I'd thought I was getting used to this after a few pregnancies—finally accepting it naturally.

But getting knocked up from a throat creampie? That's...

"Wild. Just wild."

I mean, it's not like she's actually birthing a baby; it's the mana in the semen absorbing into her body, reacting to form a skill or whatever. Not totally unbelievable.

But what I see is me cumming, then a message saying she got pregnant. Without grasping the fine details, it just makes me chuckle sometimes.

Still, as the owner of this ability—qualified to wield it—I found myself oddly looking forward to filling that last pregnancy slot.

"Did it... work? Says I'm pregnant."

Kang Hana, head bowed under my petting hand, had seen the message too and asked me.

I nodded.

"You're pregnant."

"..."

"Incest pregnancy achieved."

"Hey..."

"Should I make her call me Daddy? Or Uncle?"

"Die!"

Fortunately, Kang Hana's expression didn't change much.

Nothing special had shifted besides the pregnancy message, after all.

Compared to Im Hyeji or Lee Sua, this pregnancy was pretty modest(?).

Base S-grade, 48 hours, super low great success odds.

Long story short: Use magic stones or spend P on support items to boost the grade.

B-grade ability hosting B-grade skills? Can't expect full SSS power there.

I'd seen this before.

Lee Sua.

She'd gotten pregnant with zero skills or abilities, starting from S-grade magic stones and sperm enhancers to hit base SS-grade.

Kang Hana looked pleased, so success for now.

Great success would be nice, but the cost to raise odds? Settling for S-grade ain't bad.

She was thriving in S-grade reverse dungeons already.

Wouldn't match full trial performance right away, though.

"Can I go now?"

"Yeah. Come back if you feel off later."

"Pass. No more sucking needed, right?"

She glared like she saw right through my ulterior motives, snorted with an hmph, and headed for the tent. I clicked my tongue.

"Bet she'll come crying tomorrow, making a huge fuss."

Already excited to tease morning-sick Kang Hana.

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