Chapter 19
You have to pay the price for provoking me. I have no clue what magic she cast, but the fact that it's in some language I can't even understand means it's definitely a compound spell. Even hidden behind Yoo Seol-ah's hips, I can perfectly feel my cock swollen to the brink of eruption. I can't even guess the principles behind the magic or how potent its effects are. Is there anything magic can't do? And the caster herself, Yoo Seol-ah, slowly turned around atop my abdomen in what looked like an incredibly uncomfortable position. Wondering why, I realized she was cupping the semen dripping from her panties with both hands.
It had only shrunk a bit due to the aftershocks of ejaculation anyway—mentally, I wasn't deflating or hitting any wise-man cooldown. She'd said she'd let me cum once, so honestly, expecting more was only natural. Staying revved up like that, and then seeing her like this? My head flooded with lust all over again. Even without extra magic, just this sight would've had my cock rock-hard in seconds. My semen coated the edges of her palms and webbed between her fingers. She stared at her hands for a moment, clenching one fist before slowly opening it. Even fully spread, the sticky strands stretched like spider silk, refusing to break.
"God... it's so sticky. And that's putting aside how much there is."
I could tell from her tone she wasn't teasing or trying to rile me up. Just voicing her honest impression. But why did every casual remark of hers ignite my lust like it was deliberate provocation? Or was this high-level acting too? Only Yoo Seol-ah knew the truth. Taking it further, she brought her left hand close to her face, inhaling and exhaling softly.
"I get why they call it night-bloom scent now. Not bad at all, actually."
I'd read in some survey—not fiction—that women often had less aversion to semen smell than men. Maybe Yoo Seol-ah was one of them? But this wasn't science class; why was she experimenting like this? No way she's tasting it, I thought, only to groan inwardly as her tongue flicked out to a glob on her fingertip. She'd been looking at her hand before, but now our eyes locked. Her eyes curved into playful crescents.
"Mmm... just salty? But damn, it's so intense..."
She closed her eyes slightly and swallowed, the picture of temptation. She was dead set on driving me insane. That last line was probably tacked on just to provoke me. Wiping the rest on her panties like it was no big deal since it was already there, she pinched the center with one finger and pointed.
"But seriously, you came the second it touched here..."
Her hand had stroked from base to tip, and even before I came, the crotch was soaked enough that a little push would've felt like penetration. Hearing her phrase it like a creampie in that situation? I nearly lost it. No way I could've held back.
"And while cumming... you kept thrusting your hips up."
I averted my gaze. Too aroused to remember clearly, but yeah, I'd probably fantasized piercing that thin fabric and going all in. Lust really drives people mad. How irrational was I, thinking I could punch through cloth no matter how thin?
"Even when I pretended to sleep earlier, you eyed this slit and thought about slamming in right away."
With those words, she cleared the semen, revealing her twin mounds. I tried to look away, but my eyes locked on as she parted the sealed petals just a fraction with her index fingers. My breath grew ragged. If only my arms would move... But they stayed pinned. Confirming my stare, she scoffed lightly.
"Cumming that hard even through panties... without them, wouldn't your cum just fill me up inside?"
Words like that were the most dangerous, stirring my imagination. My lower body bubbled again, my mind filling with nothing but the urge to unload. But one crucial thing held me back.
"...No."
"Huh?"
She blinked, questioning. She'd been chipping away at my sanity, but raw insertion—especially creampie—was a hard no. Why'd I buy condoms otherwise?
"Raw is really off-limits."
At twenty, skipping protection could spell disaster. Thank god I still had enough sense for that. It was essential for both of us... so why did her eyes crinkle like she was sulking?
After a brief silence, she hooked a finger into her panties and slid them off, covering her crotch with her other hand. They trailed down her thigh, calf, ankle, finally dropping free. She sighed softly.
"Haa... seriously..."
Removing her hand revealed her pussy—pristine yet lewd. Not a hair in sight, and now I knew why it drove me wild every glimpse. Her outer labia were plump relative to her frame, amplifying the eroticism, yet the inner lips were so perfectly sealed it felt pure, innocent. It looked impossibly tight; parting those hills would be pure bliss. Like staining fresh white paper with ink, I wanted to flood her depths white. And she wanted it too. Why not chase pleasure guilt-free?
Her expression twisted—embarrassed? Aroused?—as she dropped a bombshell.
"...I've never even masturbated with insertion, so nothing's ever been inside. This chance comes once in a lifetime—really gonna pass on raw?"
"......"
What the...? My last thread of reason frayed as she leaned down, rubbing her soft breasts against my chest, whispering hotly in my ear with a voice far sultrier than usual.
"...Even if I get pregnant, it's fine with you. Let's go raw... yeah? I want your cum inside me..."
Her voice pierced my brain. Before I could think, I nodded. An irresistible temptation. All those provocative words to fuel my fantasies—I wanted to make them real. And I'd own every consequence. Steel resolve met her sparkling eyes.
"You'll knock me up, right?"
"...Yeah."
We could call it marital relations anyway. A kid like her would be stunning; honestly, I kinda wanted to see it. My instant reply turned her innocent look into a smug grin.
What...? She burst out laughing.
"...You're being honest now..."
"......"
Seeing my confusion, she kept chuckling.
"But truth is, no matter what we do now, I absolutely can't get pregnant."
Safe day? No—those just lower odds, not eliminate them. Same with pills. Condoms are king for a reason. But her absolute certainty with "never" meant something else.
"Hated period cramps so much, I researched it thoroughly over there for ages?"
Over there—Astasia? It hit like a hammer. How'd I forget magic staring me in the face?
"Simply put, I paused the function. Won't happen unless I undo it myself."
So all that talk was...
"Hehe... got it. You wanted to go raw bad enough to risk knocking me up? We're only twenty."
Her smile dripped triumph and superiority. How many acting rounds today? I stammered.
"No, that's—"
"You already said yes—what 'no'?"
Payback for not pouncing first? Ridiculous competitive streak. As I gaped, she smirked, gripped my shaft, and adjusted the angle. Lifting her hips, she aligned her entrance with my tip. Both slick, a slight dip sent slippery softness gliding over me. As she lowered slowly, her sealed lips caught and parted around my glans.
"Hnnngh......"
Her cute whimper melted away stray thoughts. So different from her usual low tone—it sounded like someone else. First direct contact had her trembling. Hesitating, she shifted slightly. Scared despite less pain?
"...I'll rub a bit first, then put it in."
Not seeking reply, she stroked my shaft, grinding my tip along her dripping slit.
"Haaah!... Hnngh!?"
The intense pleasure on my glans, the visual of parting her smooth cleft, her sweetened moans—I was losing it. Amid the haze, her face looked blissed-out, eyes nearly glazing. First times rarely satisfy women, yet here she was, utterly undone. Her voice had turned adorably cute too. But no more tricks. This wasn't ero-manga; the queen of teasing wouldn't melt from a little friction. Moans and faces could be faked. Another ploy to arouse me. She shuddered dramatically each graze.
"Hnnngh... haaah.... Just the tip first..."
Her breathless realism fueled my craving for more, even knowing it was acting. Ignoring that, she realigned precisely and lowered with weight. Her unexplored depths enveloped me inch by inch. Like forcing a mismatched hole open—terrifyingly tight at the entrance, yet impossibly soft and hot. Velvety walls nibbled my glans; my mind blanked white.
"Urgh!!..."
"Haaangh!?... Haa... haa..."
Just the crown in, and I fought desperately not to cum. True to raunchy manga tropes, she moaned lewdly without shame, tears beading for effect. Trying to kill me with a heart attack? Too real—I might buy it. No pain complaints, so not hurt. Dangerous for me even shallow, but her reaction felt exaggerated.
"...Hnnngh... just... a moment to rest..."
...Wait—she said no pain, creampie safe. This was acting to rile me. So I could unleash fully now? No pregnancy risk, no need to hold back. Teased enough; even if quick, no big deal. Cum could lube for round two. Hips mobile. Her "rest" was feigned weakness to provoke. Fine, I'll play along. Deep breath, then I slammed my hips up full-force.
Squelch! Like piercing thin membrane, my cock filled her tight hole instantly.
"Hyaaaan♡!?... Haaangh♡!!"
She unleashed a molten moan unlike before, collapsing atop me, trembling violently with ragged sobs. Her walls vibrated rapidly, spasming in rhythmic squeezes. I'd heard women can't fake internal contractions at climax. As I reeled, her hips jerked uncontrollably.
"...Hnngh... haaah... I said... rest..."
Finally righting herself after ages, she glared. Our eyes met—I froze. Tear-streaked cheeks aside, her pupils weren't black... but pinkish-red. Mana surge? No. She'd never lost control unwillingly, and it was more vivid pink than blood-red. Pink eyes? Unnatural on Earth, and in Astasia, only succubi...
One thing clicked. Ignoring her glare, I asked.
"...Yoo Seol-ah, did you absorb Karote's mana absorption power back then?"
"......"
Bullseye. Karote warned of side effects herself, said she wouldn't absorb it. Her wide eyes darting said enough. Arms free now too. Her insane mana and skills had dominated me, but her succubus mana addiction was a blessing. Time to pay, Yoo Seol-ah. Still connected, I gripped her slim waist and lifted. Her folds dragged deliciously. Repositioned shallow, I held her steady.
"Haaangh!... Hey... wait!..."
She'd done everything she wanted—now this? No more holding back. She'd provoked endlessly; she was prepared. Or wanted this. Gripping her squirms, I thrust up hard and deep again.