The Great Saint's Cold Mockery
Every time I drove my hips upward with all my strength, the sharp, wet slap of flesh echoed down the hallway. The sight of her plump, snow-white ass rippling like waves was burned into a corner of my mind. My cock, buried between those generous cheeks, and the way Yunsol’s inner walls gently squeezed around it. Unlike her pussy, which was spraying so much nectar that it ran down her thighs, Yunsol herself wasn’t even breathing hard. She simply turned her head and looked at me with quiet eyes.
“...Indeed, it feels better than before. This must be the body that has transformed to suit Master’s preferences.”
“Haa… haa… You’re really enjoying it? You’re not moaning at all. You look way too composed…”
“Yes, it feels good. Can you not tell just by looking at my cunt? It is dripping like this. Ah, but please do not misunderstand. It is simply better than before. That does not mean I am satisfied.”
Words that would never have left Yunsol’s mouth under normal circumstances spilled out without hesitation. If one only looked at her twitching, squirting pussy, it was obvious she was feeling it, yet that icy expression made me wonder if everything was a lie. Her face remained utterly blank, as if she could not care less about the cock stirring inside her womb. She even had the audacity to blow a speck of dirt off her fingernail with a soft puff.
No matter how hard I moved, her complexion never changed. I grabbed one of her legs and lifted it high. Spreading the limb that had been hidden beneath her skirt, I drove even deeper, grinding against her crushed cervix. Her pussy responded by clamping down in rhythmic pulses. But—
“Changing positions? You are using your head rather well.”
This arrogant woman’s face did not shift in the slightest. She simply gave a small, disdainful snort and offered what sounded like condescending praise.
“...Yunsol, you…”
The moment I spoke the name of the woman who sat on a cliff I could never reach, looking down on me, the sound of footsteps—steady, deliberate—echoed from the central staircase at the far end of the hallway.
The blood that had rushed to my head cooled in an instant. A cold shiver raced down my spine. What do I do? What the hell do I do? I looked around frantically, sweat pouring down my face. Yunsol wore an indifferent expression, as if none of this concerned her. There was nothing to hide my exposed groin. She had sliced my pants clean off.
“Wooju! Over here!!”
I turned toward the voice. It was Haemi noona, calling out in a whisper that somehow carried. She stood beside the cleaning supply closet, holding open the door of a narrow locker that could barely fit two adults. She had already pulled out every tool inside and was urgently pointing into the empty space.
“Wait, what—”
I hoisted Yunsol’s legs high, then sprinted the short distance with everything I had. The moment we were inside the darkness, Haemi noona slammed the door shut with a heavy clunk. I clamped a hand over my mouth and nose to silence my ragged breathing. Soon, a calm voice spoke from outside.
“...Is someone there? Hm? Haemi, is that you?”
“Ah, ahaha… Hello, Professor!”
Through the thin gap in the locker door, all I could see was the back of Haemi noona’s head as she spoke with the professor. He glanced around suspiciously and began firing questions at her.
“...Why have you pulled out the mop and broom like this? What exactly are you doing?”
“Ah, aah! I accidentally spilled jelly on the floor! Ha, haha… It’s so sticky and won’t come off no matter what…!”
“Is that so? Now that you mention it, there was something I wanted to ask you, Haemi…”
Please just leave already! Even kind-hearted Haemi noona must have been screaming the same thing inside. The one saving grace was that the professor had not noticed us hiding in the locker. Ironically, that only made the situation worse.
“.......”
“...Hoo, haa…”
Mid-June weather was far hotter than I had expected. Inside this cramped, sealed space, pressed skin-to-skin with another person, the heat was suffocating. Yet the position was even more unbearable than the temperature. I was forced to stand while supporting Yunsol’s ass, every muscle strained, our bodies facing each other with my cock still buried inside her. It was the most awkward posture imaginable.
What now? The professor showed no sign of ending his chatter despite Haemi noona’s obvious discomfort. All we could do was desperately remain silent. Without thinking, my hips moved.
A wet sound echoed softly inside the locker. Squish… squish…
“...What are you doing? We could be discovered at any moment… It appears sexual desire outweighs your personal honor.”
“Haa, haa…! I don’t know…! My hips are moving on their own…”
In this face-to-face standing position, my movements only caused my cock to graze her inner walls slightly. Yet even that felt incredible. The brief return of my sanity was melting away in the heat. It did not take long to understand the source of this uncontrollable desire.
“...Haa… Haa…”
A sweet scent curled around my nose. Droplets of sweat rolled down the curves of Yunsol’s breasts where they pressed against me. The Saintess’s perspiration evaporated in the stifling air, transforming into a maddening fragrance that inflamed male lust.
In this hot, humid, sealed space, rational thought reached its limit. Squelch—! Clunk!
“Hm? What was that sound just now…”
“Ah, no! S-sorry! I tripped and…!”
The locker rattled violently as I adjusted my stance. Outside, Haemi noona’s desperate excuses continued. But nothing reached me anymore. The only thing in my vision was the woman before me—Ko Yunsol, my woman.
“...Have you finally lost your mind? Well, that is fine with me. As long as you are satisfied. Whether rumors spread that you are a pervert who fucked his junior inside a cramped locker has nothing to do with me.”
I lifted Yunsol’s body high and drove my cock straight into her womb. Her crushed cervix twitched adorably around me. The honeyed folds rippled in response, sending waves of pleasure through my shaft even with the slightest motion. Sweat beaded on her pale cheek as she looked up at me through her glasses, her jade-colored vertical pupils gleaming.
Even in this sweltering sealed room, her gaze remained the only cool thing. An inexplicable chill ran down my spine, gathering at my waist and transforming into unspeakable ecstasy. While her mouth spat only barbed words, her pussy welcomed my cock with loving devotion. With a wet, clinging sound, I thrust upward, pushing against her tightly squeezing walls, and began to cum.
“...Ugh…”
Yunsol let out a tiny moan from her throat as she watched the seed filling her womb. Then she looked back at me, eyes filled with contempt, ridicule, and a dismissive snort.
“Ha. Did it feel good to take an ordinary girl like me and turn her into your personal Saintess secretary, using her however you pleased? Were you satisfied emptying yourself without a shred of guilt into a brand-new pussy that had never known a man until recently? The sight of your seed gurgling and swelling my lower belly is so utterly pathetic and miserable that I can only—”
“Shut the fuck up, you bitch.”
“...What did you just sa— mmph?!”
My cock, still spurting, was pressed against her cervix as I silenced her with a fierce kiss. I caught her wildly resisting tongue, sucked on it, and fed her my saliva.
“Mmmchuup…! Chup… Jurup…! Mmm, huup…?!♡”
I held her chin so she could not escape, kissing her until strands of saliva stretched between us. A pleasure so intense it made my hair stand on end surged through my body like electricity. The mysterious fragrance radiating from Yunsol grew thicker. Glurk…! Glurk…!
For some reason, my ejaculation refused to stop. Thick ropes of semen gushed out like a torrent, filling her belly until it bulged slightly. What could not fit inside spilled down her thighs in heavy streams.
“Chub…! Mmm, heuok…!!♡”
Psssh—! Psst!
The moment her stubborn mask finally cracked, the frozen emotions inside began to melt. With a completely disheveled expression, Yunsol rolled her eyes upward as her pussy violently squirted. Her trembling legs gave out. After one last faint breath, she…
“Ughk…♡”
Bubbles of saliva forming at the corner of her mouth, she passed out with her eyes still open.
Urine trickled from her loosened pussy, mixing with the thick clumps of semen that plopped onto it. The light had returned to her eyes, now pure white once more, and the horn on her forehead crumbled into dust and vanished. I caught her limp body, supporting her slack breasts so she would not collapse.
“...Puhah…”
“...Glurk…♡”
I only realized she had truly lost consciousness when I pulled my lips away to breathe air into her lungs. I was about to call her name when I heard movement outside and quickly covered my mouth.
“...Yes, thank you, Haemi~”
“Ah, not at all! Haha, you should head inside too, Professor~ …Goodbye.”
Finally the thin metal door creaked open. Haemi noona’s silhouette appeared. She let out a deep sigh, wiped the sweat from her brow, and looked down at us with a bright smile—only for her expression to freeze.
“Aigoo! Why were you two moving around so much? I had to make up so many excuses… Whoa?! Th-this smell…! Are you two okay?! Why is Yunsol collapsed again? I-I smell semen…♡”
The thick fragrance that had filled the locker rushed out all at once and engulfed Haemi noona. She stumbled backward in shock, face flushed bright red as she pinched her nose.
Only then did I realize the world was spinning. I reached out toward Haemi noona…
“...Noona, you wouldn’t happen to have any spare pants, would you…?”
I collapsed onto the cool floor, overcome by the heat and the dizzying fragrance.