Chapter 243
Don't worry about it. I put together a seriously elaborate plan to become Tsundere-chan No. 2, but of course, I never expected to fool him all the way to the end. It wouldn't make any sense for the almighty Baek Sion to fall completely for my scheme. At best, I figured I could trick him for a brief moment if he was really worked up. But to pull off even that short window, I'd done a ton of prep work. Blindfold on, naturally. I even tied my hair into a neat ponytail so it wouldn't brush against him, draping it down the front of my body. And that was just the start—I faked the sound of ripping open a different box's packaging while stripping naturally, dialed down the pleasure so much that even if other parts of me bumped into Baek Sion while I was out of it, it wouldn't register, and handled all sorts of other little details without missing a beat.
Especially since I'd cranked the pleasure suppression magic down to a third instead of just half like before, and even then, recalling how my head went totally blank from what felt like normal—or hell, even stronger than usual—levels of pleasure, ramping up that suppression spell was absolutely the right call. For one thing, I could tell right away that Baek Sion's hip movements were a little off from our usual romps. Purely selfish thrusts aimed at making his cock feel good. No matter how much I dulled the physical sensations from Baek Sion pounding into me like I was nothing but an onahole, my brain flat-out refused to cooperate. Just being stuck in this situation kept that icy tingle churning nonstop in my lower belly.
As always, he came hard inside me, but this time, Baek Sion showed zero signs of taking a break. I knew he had those moments when the switch flipped, and since I was riding such a mind-melting high myself, far from trying to stop him, I even tossed out some words to rev him up further. But damn, I regretted that choice instantly.
"...Eek, hick♡!? No, wait—"
The instant that sharp spike of killing intent grazed my mana core in my heart and the activated spot in my lower abdomen, my already hypersensitive body—teetering on the edge of total meltdown—hit a light climax from the double whammy of pleasure signals slamming into my brain. Seizing that split-second opening, Baek Sion effortlessly hijacked control of the magic. Memories of him snatching the reins of this spell before came flooding back, and I frantically twisted my arm behind me to grab his wrist. But he didn't pull away—instead, he clamped down on my wrist in return.
...The switch is flipped way too hard...
"Baek... Sion, hold on... Oof♡!?"
Smack—smack— The sharp slaps echoed through the entire hotel room as he gripped my ass with one hand and my wrist with the other, yanking me down to force brutal pistoning. The suppression magic hadn't fully worn off yet, but with Baek Sion basically jerking off using my pussy, a scorching wave of pleasure started radiating from my core, spreading through my whole body and threatening to fry my brain. Unlike usual, he wasn't even thrusting up from below—he was just shaking my body up and down like a toy. This is straight-up masturbation...
"Eek!?... Haa, th-that♡!?"
I realized how much Baek Sion usually held back and took care with me, but right now, that didn't matter. At this pace—with this Baek Sion—he wasn't gonna stop even after I came.
"Seriously, h-hii♡!?... Haa!... Please st-stop... Hick♡!?"
"Huh?"
Every light orgasm kept layering the pleasure on thick, and the thought of it all bursting at once terrified me. Then Baek Sion's voice—sounding like he hadn't caught a word—filtered through my clogged ears into my hazy mind, and I could only curse my past self for egging him on too much.
He heard everything and just pretended not to...!
"Seriously, no, pleeease... Eek!..."
But even as I begged him to stop, he yanked my wrist down hard, the cockhead grinding right against my cervix. At the same time, numbness started creeping up from my toes like paralysis. I knew from experience this was the pre-orgasm signal, so with my free hand, I clutched the sheets tight, bracing myself—but it wasn't nearly enough against the tidal wave crashing in.
"Hiiik♡!?... Ah, hng♡!... Haaaaang♡..."
My vision and mind flashed white in sync, and the second sensation returned to my lower body, my hips bucked wildly to vent the pleasure somehow. But Baek Sion's iron grip kept me pinned, robbing me even of that relief.
"Haa... Hii!?... Haa..."
Even after a while, the tremors and ragged breaths wouldn't settle, but at least when I came back to myself, I realized with relief that Baek Sion had finally stilled my body for a moment.
...From the vibe earlier, it looked like he was gunning for back-to-back climaxes on purpose, but I felt a flicker of relief and decided to ask for a quick breather.
"Oh, right."
"......?"
But then Baek Sion muttered something totally cryptic. I couldn't see his face since I was still on top, but the moment he started spouting nonsense I couldn't parse, that budding relief evaporated.
"...Wh-what are you...?"
"Nah, don't worry about it."
His response made zero sense, but when that killing intent swept over me again, I instantly clocked his game. Just like last time, he'd seized the magic and was rewriting it on a whim. Don't worry about modifying the spell on my body? What the hell does that even mean?! No way he's actually gonna treat me like a full-on onahole...
"Hey, seriously, what're you... Eek♡!?"
I tried to snap out of it enough to protest, but he'd boosted my strength beforehand or something—my body was totally at his mercy. He lifted my ass just high enough for only the tip to catch, then dropped me, leaving me no chance to stop him or even regroup my scrambled thoughts. And since he was laser-focused on tweaking the magic, he let go of my wrist—my upper body, already limp, pitched forward into the sheets. But he'd clearly planned for that too, sliding his hands to my hips and yanking me down hard for one deep thrust. Once again, he stayed still while slamming my pelvis up and down. Treated like a thorough onahole, my mind turned to utter mush.
"Hii♡!?... Nn, haaa!..."
Unable to hold myself up, my face buried in the bedding, and until he finished rewriting the spell, all I could do was buck my hips and endure the building ecstasy. But even without him resuming the pistoning, the sensations inside me hit several times harder, and I started pleading in a voice that barely came out.
"Haa... Seriously, st-stop... Hng♡!?... I'm breaking... No more... Eek♡!?"
It was insane even at half—or less—suppression; ramping it up several times over could straight-up turn me into a vegetable. Baek Sion answered, but not with words.
Smack—!
"Ah?... Hick♡!?"
Every sensation blanked out in a flash, my vision going pitch black like a power outage. But it was only for a moment—the wet slaps of flesh on flesh brought faint feeling back to my body, and from then on, I couldn't even scream.
"......♡!?"
Half-conscious, nothing but raw pleasure registered in my head. It didn't take long before I blacked out completely.
"...Ngh...?"
For some reason, the moment my eyes fluttered open, I felt suspended in midair, my fogged mind clearing just enough to realize it wasn't an illusion. More precisely, only my tiptoes were barely scraping the floor.
"Wha—hold on, hii♡!?"
No need to look back—Baek Sion was still gripping my hips, rocking me back and forth, and I realized he'd never let go. We were definitely on the bed earlier, but now I was standing on the floor below it, getting railed from behind. Standing doggy was one of the positions I always avoided. No matter how good my proportions were, there was a clear leg length gap with Baek Sion. So whenever we did it standing, I had no choice but to teeter on tiptoes or...
"Th-this is sii... Hiii♡!?"
...end up fully airborne, dangling like a toy in Baek Sion's hands, just like now. The second I clocked that, I knew even this position was by design. Stripped of any right to move, I couldn't even writhe against the endless pleasure—I just twitched helplessly.