Chapter 21
Her body doesn't lie. Yoo Seol-ah's default expression is usually prickly, with sharp eyes even when she's not thinking much, giving off a cold vibe. But when the corners of her eyes droop like they did earlier, she suddenly radiates an insane amount of sex appeal. And now, with just one deep thrust, she'd climaxed again, her face completely transforming once more. The first was cool but pretty, the second sexy and pretty. But the third face she was making right now? That was the lewdest of all. It didn't just stimulate my sadistic side—it dragged it out forcefully. The fact that her usual sharp expression could twist like this was an unbearable turn-on. She was clearly trying to glare at me, but there was no strength in her eyes. Unlike the other two, she had zero leisure to control her face. She was on the verge of tears, lips parted and unable to close, so cute and slutty that I couldn't hold back.
So I lifted her up again, preparing another thrust. She was petite and light to begin with, and with my inhuman strength, she felt like a feather. Suddenly, she started squirming to escape from on top of me, weakly slapping at my hands. Of course, her physical strength was negligible—it was pointless. And I had no intention of letting go.
"Hahh!... Hey... wait a sec!..."
She let out another moan as my cock slipped out slightly, begging for a timeout, but that only fueled my lust more. The cold Yoo Seol-ah who'd been toying with me with her sexy expressions until moments ago had lost all composure. Boiling desire mixed with a hint of revenge for how she'd teased me earlier. I slammed my hips up in one go.
The first piston had been too rushed by her sudden orgasm for me to savor it properly. This time, I thrust deep inside for real, tasting her depths.
"Hahh!?... Haaang!..."
Her head wouldn't stay still. I felt my own climax surging instantly, but one thing I'd realized: her pussy felt so alive, even staying still inside it made me on the verge of cumming. The texture was incredibly soft, yet it kept kneading and squeezing like it was chewing me up—the pleasure was violent. If I'd tried to savor it slowly, one thrust would've ended me. Pumping fast was actually better for controlling my release.
"Nooo... Hngh!..."
Her head tilted back slightly, gripping my thighs hard like she wanted to claw them off. It was so adorably lewd, like she was trying to excite me more on purpose. Overlapping with her earlier provocations, I wanted to see her break even harder. But what the hell had she been thinking, spewing such filthy words? Saying I could treat her like an onahole had nearly made me cum just from hearing it.
...Thinking back on it now was driving me insane with arousal. I'd only seen that kind of dirty talk in pretty hardcore manga, never imagined it'd come from her mouth. And her comment about her small body being perfect for it made it hit way too real, amplifying the stimulation.
"You said to use you like an onahole."
My sadism was maxed out; I wanted to torment her more.
"Ngh!... That was... just something I said..."
Just something? If it was purely to toy with me, then I'd make it real out of spite. People have to take responsibility for their words. I slid my hands down from her waist, grabbing her ass. She was slim with just faint abs from her flat stomach, no real muscle—her flesh was so soft and squishy. My fingers sank right in. Despite her slender frame, her glamorous ass was too much for one hand to hold; I could barely support it. Gripping it, I lifted her up again and pulled my cock out.
"Hahhng!?... For real... wait!..."
An onahole is a masturbation toy. You shake it solely to relieve your own lust, to shoot your load—no one jerks off thinking about the onahole's feelings.
"No, seriously... don't do thaaat... Hngh!?"
I hadn't even moved yet, but she was trembling, unable to stifle her voice. Come to think of it, didn't she say the side effect lets her detect sexual desire itself? And feel pleasure from it? Showing off how much she was feeling while verbally protesting was just begging to be tormented more. She knew it, too. Her body really was honest.
I couldn't hold back anymore. Honestly, she'd shattered the romance of our first time. We'd bickered hundreds of times before, so maybe it was inevitable. My cum was already boiling up, so I decided to go for my first creampie right then. The thought of filling her up with my seed was pure satisfaction. Doing it for real would feel insane.
Until now, I'd been thrusting up from below. This time, I kept my lower body still, gripped her hips tight, and slammed her down.
"Hahh!?"
Sex and masturbation differ in many ways, but the impact of ass and hips colliding was bigger than I'd thought. Dropping her in one go stimulated her insides from the piston, and the lewd slap of her soft ass against my pelvis echoed in my head, spiking mental pleasure. This was the limit. Climax surging to the max, I gripped her ass hard with no intention of holding back. Then, like using an actual onahole, I rapidly lifted and dropped just her hips, ramping up the piston speed.
Slap, slap, slap—the sound filled the room.
"Hngh!... Nghhh!... Nooo!..."
Her voice broke with each up-and-down cycle from the intense pistoning. I couldn't hold it. As my cum surged up, I pulled her ass flush against my pelvis, feeling my tip kiss her deepest depths, and started unloading.
"Nghh!"
"Kyaaah♡!?... Haaaang♡!!"
Spurt! Splurt! Instinctively wanting to shoot as deep as possible, I unconsciously yanked her waist down hard mid-orgasm. Her pussy, which had been squeezing tighter with each fast thrust, milked me like it was wringing me out right on cue. Once it started, there was no stopping. The long release repeated several times. Each pulse of my cock drew even tighter squeezes from her, sucking out the remnants still in my urethra.
"Hngh!... Haa... haa..."
We drowned in massive pleasure, then snapped back to reality as our eyes met. She was still panting hard. Saliva dripped from her lips—a far cry from her usual vibe. After a long while calming down, she lifted her trembling arm to wipe her mouth. Then she leaned forward and lightly smacked my shoulder. It didn't hurt at all.
"You... treating a person like a real... ngh!... tool..."
We were still deeply connected, and whatever intense magic she'd used earlier kept me huge and hard. She couldn't stifle moans mid-sentence. But I had my defense, too.
"...You told me to."
"That was!... Yeah, but still, our first time and you go that hardcore?!... Hngh... Who actually does that for real?"
"You remember what you did earlier? You paralyzed my arms completely."
"You paralyzed me too! Gripping so tight and pounding away... I said stop for a sec and you ignored me!..."
We both had plenty to say; the argument showed no signs of ending.
"Be honest—you loved it. Cumming twice in that short time."
I could always tell when she climaxed. Once on the first insertion, once when I came. Her face flushed beet red at my words.
"I didn't... cum that much!..."
"Didn't?"
Liar. As a warning, I grabbed her waist again, giving a little squeeze like I was about to start thrusting.
"Fine!... No... yeah, I did, but..."
"Yeah, you did."
She bit her lip, glaring like she was pissed, then squeezed her eyes shut and opened them. Leaning forward, she placed one index finger on my lips.
"Haa... always talking back... so annoying. Your mouth is the problem..."
She cupped my cheek lightly, bringing her face close. Then her soft lips met mine. Unlike last time's prediction, it was just a light brush. We repeated the gentle pecks a few times before her soft tongue poked at my teeth. Our tongues tangled messily. Huh, her kissing felt way better than before...?
She pulled back first, maybe struggling to breathe during the deep kiss. I asked,
"Did you... practice kissing?"
"......You could tell?"
Last time it was just poking around my mouth; now her tongue was properly entwining with mine.
"Felt different."
"......Just, y'know, with a cherry stem or whatev—wait, why are you even asking?!"
She got embarrassed mid-sentence, voice rising. I didn't pry how, but imagining her fumbling alone with a cherry stem was hilarious. Our eyes met again in brief silence. She spoke first.
"Um... you wanna... do more, right?"
I still had tons of lust left. I nodded slowly. She averted her gaze, murmuring softly,
"Then... this time, go slow... gentle..."
Honestly, her cuteness and sluttiness were lethal right now, but ignoring this might mean hell tomorrow. Still connected, I rolled us over, laying her on the bed in missionary.