Training...!
“Th-this lady has no more strength left.”
Hong Yeonhwa said that, slyly averting her gaze from my saliva-smeared face. Watching her expression waver uncertainly, a laugh bubbled up unbidden.
In my haste, I'd acted first and thought later... but she hadn't considered what licking it clean with her tongue might do?
Grinning mischievously, I flicked my tongue over the tip of Hong Yeonhwa's nose, just as she'd done to me.
“Ack?!”
“What was that just now?”
Hong Yeonhwa flinched for a moment, peeking at me cautiously before parting her lips gingerly.
“If it's that thing from earlier...?”
“You licking my face nonstop like a kitten. A technique wielded personally by the Seventh Heavenly Demon... so, Heavenly Demon Lap-Lap?”
“What did you...?”
Hong Yeonhwa puffed up indignantly, as if slapping “Heavenly Demon” on anything made it legit. But arched in that I-balance pose, nipples stiff and her flushed pussy glistening, she wasn't exactly intimidating.
I snickered at the sight, scooping up the scattered clothes from the floor.
One sleeve's still good. Using the opposite one from the bit she'd wiped my face with, I scrubbed the saliva off mine.
As if denying she'd ever lavished my face so tenderly—insisting it wasn't Heavenly Demon Divine Art at all—Hong Yeonhwa let out a little growl. I caught one of her nipples between my fingers.
“Eek!”
Just index and thumb, holding it like a pinch—but not really pinching, nice and gentle.
It was plenty for her, though; that growl melted into moans of pleasure in an instant.
Rolling the nipple in my palm, I asked,
“Come to think of it, your pussy juice smells amazing, and so does your saliva. Even your sweat had that same scent. Part of the no-pubic-hair constitution too?”
“Ah... Th-that's... Ah... Because this lady underwent molting and... Haa...”
From her halting explanation, molting cranked human efficiency to the max. Not just internal energy flow—all bodily functions, digestion included.
Practically no waste produced, so her body stayed clean effortlessly, bathroom breaks a rarity.
Now it clicked why she hadn't pooped for days after I fished her from the river and fed her, despite chowing down. She'd absorbed it all.
That floral saliva scent? Pure Hong Yeonhwa essence—no waste to taint it, basically her smell distilled in water.
Heightened sensitivity, pristine saliva... wasn't molting secretly lewd as hell?
...Wait, senses sharpen too? Something I suddenly had to try popped into mind.
I released the nipple I'd been toying with and stared hard. Hong Yeonhwa tilted her head.
“Ugh... What's wrong?”
“If your legs are numb tomorrow morning too, I'll carry you everywhere all day.”
“You're making me uneasy all of a sudden. What fresh torment are you scheming for this lady now?”
“Torment? Harsh words. It's all affection.”
“This lady needs no such love!”
Hong Yeonhwa shrieked, then flinched, sneaking peeks at me before adding,
“......Not that she truly doesn't need it at all? Just... moderately, that's all.”
Too adorable—I impulsively crushed my lips to hers. Deeply, savoring every nook, tickling her tongue wildly before finally breaking away.
“Eugh...”
Tongue lolling slightly, she gazed up at me with dreamy eyes. A quick kiss shoved it back in; I hooked my lips in a grin.
“Don't worry. Moderately. Nice and moderate.”
With her reassured, I placed fingers on her outstretched sole without hesitation and... tickled like mad.
“Eek! Heeek! St-stop! Hihiik! Didn't this lady say stop, haa?!”
Nailed it. Her amped-up senses included ticklishness.
Just the lightest finger-wiggling, and she thrashed, shrieking “Heeek! Heeek!” nonstop.
Each spasm sent those hefty tits bouncing wildly; fresh squirt and leftover juices pattered from her freshly climaxed pussy.
Vulgar? Sure. Cute? Absolutely.
I memorized every slap of breast-flesh colliding.
“Stooop... Hik! Didn't this lady say stop... Hiiiing!”
True to my word on “moderately,” I halted the instant tears beaded at her eye corners.
Hong Yeonhwa shot me a mock-ferocious glare.
“Someday... someday, this lady will repay this humiliation in full.”
“Specifically?”
“...With this foot you've toyed with, she'll grind your cock underfoot.”
Footjob, in my past life's terms.
I pinched her chewy cheek, then squatted down.
Her flawless, hairless pussy filled my view once more.
But changed now: plump mound flushed crimson, slit trickling clear love juices.
I spread the soft folds wide.
Schlop—sticky sound, floral body scent blooming thick.
Dazed briefly, her innermost secrets bared raw.
Clit peeking boldly, pink walls rosier than ever, entrance puckering nonstop, leaking transparents.
Fingers together, pussy clenched—gone.
Schlop—spread again, insides quivered like a welcome.
Enthralled unconsciously, I opened and closed repeatedly.
Schlop schlop
“Hnnng...”
Hypersensitive already—even this stimulated; juices plopped steadily.
Knowing I did this to her, my maxed-out erection throbbed wildly on its own.
Yeah, main event time.
Any longer, and I'd blow before entry.
Standing, I aimed my dick at her entrance.
“Going in.”
Schlick—
“Hngg!”
Plenty of juice—slid in smooth, no resistance.
Her depths sopping wet.
First time post-climax, huh.
Warm? Nah, hot.
Softened walls clung sticky.
“This is...”
Leg strain? Or sensitive pussy reacting?
Innards wriggled independently, teasing my shaft like a live thing.
Startled glance—mere insertion, no thrust, yet her face melted like she'd dissolve.
Just feeling it hard, making her insides dance solo.
Like my cock twitching sans orders sometimes.
Savoring the suck, I eased my hips forward.
Schlick—
“Haaaang!”
Tiny motion—she hypersensitive, clamp intensified.
Like it'd never let go.
Drenched yet tight.
“Heee... So strange. Feels like this lady's body isn't hers... stimulation overwhelming.”
“Happens after cumming once—gets way more sensitive.”
“Does it...? News to this lady.”
“......”
Fair. We'd always crashed exhausted after one round each.
Not the point, but felt like a jab at my past one-and-done self.
Sensing a slight snag inside, flustered Hong Yeonhwa whipped her head.
“D-don't worry! Mastering Iron King Heart Protection Art boosts regeneration too!”
“...Yeah?”
Sounded legit. Art aimed at superhuman limits via repeated hyper-recovery.
Regen gains? No surprise.
“Naturally. And soon, that improved sex art this lady mentioned? Nearly done. It'll surge your yang energy—no worries needed.”
One hand steadying her raised leg, the other dove below.
Index and middle spreading her gripping pussy wider, voice laced with sly anticipation:
“So for now, forget everything. Just lose yourself feeling good in this lady's body?”
“...Not 'cause you wanna feel good, Yeonhwa?”
“Your joy is this lady's joy.”
Snort-laugh at the gall; resumed hips.
“Haaht...”
Voice turned filthy instantly.
Felt every ridge crystal-clear; ramped the pace.
Schlick schlick
Tits thrashed per snap.
Slaps from above, below—excitement spiked.
“Haat! Nng! Haaang! Gruut!”
Moans swelled; pussy quakes too.
Hips shivering—second peak closing in.
Might buckle, so crushed her close, kept pounding.
Schluck schluck
“Hagut! Nngt! Haaang!”
Lukewarm splats on my foot.
Glance down: overflow juices spraying from fierce thrusts.
More slick let me plunge deeper despite the vise.
“Ut! Again! Hhek! Baby room agaiiin!”
Uterus kiss on my tip.
Extra zing on tender glans.
Not just me—endless cervix taps unraveled her face.
Focus shattered, tongue lolling near full ahegao.
Pussy? Ironclad seal, no gaps.
Splack splack
No puddle-pouring juices, motion impossible.
“Heeek! Can't... precious spot... Ahat!”
Huh?
Snug pose, ear to her moaning mumbles.
Clear through gasps: “Baby room thump-thump feels so gooood...”
Ignition.
Lower gut whirlpooled; climax peaked.
Forced back the bursting balls, final brutal stab.
Dead-on her fave cervix.
“Hiiiit?!”
Pain-tight clamp.
Hold? Pointless.
Surrendered to the wring.
Spurt spurt!
“Not a drop wasted—take it all!”
“Hiyaaaaaaaang!”
Squiiiirt...
Hose-blast semen hammered uterus; impaled, she squirted her second of the night.
Pink eyes half-rolled, shuddering—I tightened arms to hug firmer.
“Huh?”
Sudden dead weight in my grip.
Passed out cold this time, looks like.
Last aftershocks faded; slowly withdrew.
Driiip.
Gaping to my size, pussy gushed semen.
Her out cold, but I held firm—pose intact.
Gravity trailed it down her thigh.
Watching, flashed to last time she scooped her own creampie.
This round? Proper cleanup, then crash.