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You could think of it as an onahole, but... "It's gotten this big already... why didn't you just shove it in right away? Because you're still a virgin...? Whatever. If you weren't gonna pounce, I was planning to anyway."
I wanted to ask Yoo Seol-ah—what the hell was going on as she straddled me and said that—but my body wouldn't budge an inch. Not even a twitch. I couldn't muster any killing intent to shake off the magic. How much mana did she pack into this? If Yoo Seol-ah went all out and poured her mana into it, there was no resisting for me.
She gazed down at me, still as a statue, then her lips parted slightly as if she'd just realized something. Finally, my body loosened up.
"Ah, I released it now. Everything except your arms."
Why hold onto control of my arms? I had a million questions, but that wasn't even the priority. "...What the hell is this..."
"What situation? No... you were one step away, but you turned back. It's so frustrating..."
One step? She knew exactly what I was doing? No way she'd been awake the whole time...?
"...You were awake from the start?"
"You think I was really asleep, tossing and turning so my panties just happened to show?"
She flashed a mocking smile, dripping with ridicule. I'd even checked her breathing change midway. And that was all... an act? I'd thought a dozen times today at the club meeting that Yoo Seol-ah had zero talent for acting. This hit hard.
"I set up the exact cliché from every manga, and you stop right before whipping it out?"
I was trying to process it all, listening intently, when "cock" slipped from her lips in that cool, low voice. I reflexively bucked my hips without thinking. And with that sticky, sultry tone and expression—totally unlike her usual self—blood rushed straight to my lower half, impossible to stop.
"Hngh... What, hearing me say 'cock' out loud turns you on that much?"
"Hey... ngh! ...My hips!"
She was straddling my crotch—more precisely, in full cowgirl position, just short of penetration. She must've felt my cock twitch, letting out a soft moan before teasing me further, grinding her hips ever so slightly in that syrupy voice.
After one round of peak arousal already, honestly, I was at my limit. Her lewd moans—ones I'd never heard before—and filthy talk that had no place in daily life were already rattling my brain. Add in the physical stimulation, and it was pure agony. Usually, I was the one teasing her, but now she'd seized total control. The mix of defeat, mental high, and raw pleasure was frying my circuits. No arms to shove her off, no way to pull back with the bed blocking me. I clenched down on the building pressure, but it was just a stopgap.
She felt me trembling and smirked without hiding it. "Haa... Gonna cum already? ...Want me to stop?"
Just a few thin layers between us, grinding away—she was moaning too, but nowhere near as desperate as me. Her superior tone boiled my blood, but my lower half screaming for release was the real crisis. Semen was already primed and ready.
"Wait, just... a sec..."
"But that begging? Not really doing it for me..."
She had me totally read; now she was just toying with me. But more than hating to submit—even temporarily—to the bickering Yoo Seol-ah, I didn't want my first climax in front of her like this. Cumming fully clothed? Might as well be a wet dream from elementary school.
"Ngh... Please..."
"Hng..."
She finally stopped with a smug, victorious smile. I forced my body limp, deep breaths to cool the surge. Truth be told, even without the grinding, her weight on me kept things raging. Her smile as she watched me breathe—eyes slightly down-turned, dripping lewdness—was worse.
"Honestly, you're holding out better than I thought... Figured it'd be too much for a virgin."
Her constant "I'm on another level" vibe pissed me off. She's a virgin too.
"...You're a virgin too. Quit throwing 'virgin' around every chance you get."
Her sultry expression flickered. "...W-Well, yeah..."
"......"
She cleared her throat awkwardly, like revving up her acting again. "Ahem! ...But even as a virgin, you love pervert stuff. That's why it's rock-hard like this, right?"
She flicked the tip of my glans—nearly bursting through my pants—with one finger. It felt too good to retort. This was a fight I couldn't win. I'd realized it at the club: Yoo Seol-ah was deep into male-oriented subculture. Not just hentai manga, but even niche eroge. Subculture's all fiction—no real bodies—so it cranks up the extreme scenarios and dirty talk. Fans get hooked on the intensity. Some manga even warn "this is fiction, don't try at home." But for a girl? Different story. Her forcing my movements, grinding solo, spewing filth—it all hit like a truck. No guy's clumsy thrusting satisfies like the reverse. Even her amateurish hips had me losing it earlier. Conclusion: men and women aren't equal. And crucially, Yoo Seol-ah knew it damn well. Male adult content packs every lust trigger. She was primed to toy with me endlessly.
"But seriously, your cock looks ready to burst. Why hold back? You must've fantasized: 'She's so defenseless, I could just slam in...'"
"......"
No hip movement, just her words—and the pressure surged back like a wave. Not genuine curiosity; she knew exactly how to poke my guilt buttons.
"Acting all gentlemanly online... but eyes glued to my tits and inner thighs."
"......"
Even tonight's dinner—busted. Women really notice every glance.
"Worried it'd hurt your first time? I heard reality's painful..."
Yeah, that's why I snapped back to sanity. I nodded faintly; she smiled softly.
"But I planned this from the start, so I prepped magic before you came. Blocks pain, leaves everything else."
Darkness closed in. I'd been dancing in her palm the whole time. Pain block alone? Impossible for me. If I could isolate sensations, I'd dial down the pleasure now. I'd reined it in for her sake—now this from her mouth? Blood boiled.
"Kgh... Look at your red face. Pissed? All that restraint, and it bounces back like this?"
"......"
I caught myself grinding my teeth. She knew my heart... and kept pushing. Rage at her, boiling lust— I wanted to shatter that composure. Wait, was she really that calm? Voice trembling now and then, blush betraying embarrassment.
"Or pin me down now and do whatever. For real. Like you teased—I'm small, so treat me like a lifelike onahole and go wild..."
"Ngh!..."
Her embarrassed dirty talk wrecked me. She shifted her hips subtly; semen surged to the tip. I channeled sharp killing intent into my thighs—pain snapped focus, barely holding it back. She felt the intent but just smirked silently. Whether intentional or not, she waited patiently as I breathed deep. The moment I eased...
"Using me like an onahole turns you on that much? But... look closely."
Before I could reply, she lifted off my crotch, knees shoving her face near mine, hiking up her knit sweater. Those plump pussy lips that broke me earlier? Now soaked dark gray, obscenely outlined.
"Bet I'll feel way better than an onahole. And unlike one, no lube needed."
She yanked her panties' waistband hard. Thin fabric—already outlining her slit—now oozed viscous fluid, darkening the stain visibly.
...Reason? Gone. No pain thanks to magic. She's provoking me. Only thought: mark her depths with my cum, over and over.
"You little...!"
Head swimming in lust, I lunged to flip her—but she just smiled. ...Arms—from shoulders down—pinned flat to the bed. I could lift my torso sans arm control, but she owned it. Only head and hips free. Forgot in the heat.
"Exactly—why hold back earlier if you're this worked up?"
I was raging, but her arousal seemed higher.
"...Why're you suddenly so different...?"
"Different from usual? Told you—frustrating. Staring at my chest on sight, but play noble when things heat up. Tease me as the pervert. Brought condoms, but bail when I 'sleep'-tempt you."
Condoms? When'd she spot that? Her face flushed, but not shame—pouring words.
"Seo-yeon spilled: Earth return cranks libido. Solo doesn't cut it... And seeing cool-you like this? Hilarious."
Solo fails? She's doing her thing. Loves the upper hand? Yeah, given how pissed I am. She psyched herself, cast: "Float."
She levitated me slightly, fist-space under my waist, yanked pants and boxers to my thighs in one go. My cock sprang free, rigid skyward. She gaped, gulp loud enough to hear. Hand on her navel, murmuring: "Think it'll all fit...?"
Back to normal tone—not teasing—but that spiked my arousal. No intent? She's a sexual genius.
"But... how much precum? Insane."
"...Shut up."
Edged repeatedly—whole shaft glistening inevitable. Her face, those acts/words? Devastating power. She