Chapter 40
"You're in heat like crazy, and now you want me to let you go?"
"Hng... haa... hnght!..."
Yoo Seol-ah was taking deep, whimpering breaths, barely able to hold herself up. Her eyes were misty with tears from the overwhelming stimulation. She looked so damn erotic right now that I was dying to scoop her up, toss her onto the bed, and have my way with her immediately.
A moment later, a bit of focus returned to her eyes, and they met mine. In that gaze, I could sense resentment toward me, pleasure, and... doubt? Was she glaring at me, or lost in her own thoughts? Her enigmatic expression twisted her lips a few times before she finally spoke.
"...What...?"
"What what."
"This... why does it feel so familiar?"
"......"
Her tone had a sharp edge to it. Not "why didn't you stop," but "why does it feel so familiar." It was probably her usual competitive streak making her phrase it indirectly, but it boiled down to why are you so good at this. The bite in her voice might've come from me not stopping, sure, but I suspected it was also her jealousy and overactive imagination twisting things into something weird. Maybe she was half-convinced I'd cheated with someone else—something ridiculous like that. No way you could make me cum this fast otherwise...
Haa...
She was the one who'd done this to herself, yet here she was suspecting me. It was pissing me off even more. Even if she was blackout drunk, did she really cast a spell without knowing its full effects? Or mess up the incantation somehow?
Misinterpreting my sigh on her own, Yoo Seol-ah's voice rose a notch.
"...Don't tell me you..."
Perfect timing—I was already heated, so I decided to play mad. I lowered my voice deliberately. I wasn't the type to get truly angry, so I couldn't fake the expression, but this would do.
"Don't tell me what."
"Eut... you definitely weren't like this last time...! Back then you were a total premature ejaculator..."
...I'd only been a little annoyed, but now things had escalated. She was letting her delusions run wild? Hitting a guy's pride like that. Sure, I couldn't deny being quick that time, but it was because she was too hot, squeezing me so tight... and besides,
"Premature? Says the girl who came twice in under ten minutes."
"Wh-what bullshit is that...! Are you insane?"
I sure as hell didn't want to hear that from her, who'd climaxed once after about five minutes, then even faster the second time. Her face flushed beet red in an instant.
Serves you right—that was harsh.
"Th-that's not... ugh... something you get to say to me!?"
"Then what about you saying it to me?"
"...Th-that was just weird, okay! What the hell happened in the last three days to make you..."
Three days? Three days my ass—eight hours was plenty.
"Yoo Seol-ah, I'll give you one chance. Tell me exactly what spell you cast earlier."
"...Why change the subject? I already told you..."
Haa... this isn't working.
I grabbed the hem of her beige vest with one hand and lifted it up, starting to pull it off. Naturally, her arms went up with it, and when the vest caught on her elbows, I stopped. Now her arms were pinned above her head, effectively tying her hands—like bondage using her own clothes.
She'd been a total virgin until three days ago, so how would she know about this? Well, it wasn't an exaggeration to say she had taught me. By drilling it straight into my head for eight straight hours.
"Eut!?... Let me go, quick...!"
"Why? You like this stuff. Being forced."
"What are you talking about!..."
...I wasn't usually the type to spout lines like some R18 shoujo manga protagonist. But right now, I was seriously heated and wanted to crank up her shame as much as possible. She was definitely a massive M, so the more embarrassed she got, the hornier she'd be.
Holding the vest's middle to keep her arms trapped, I nipped lightly at the nape of her neck.
"Hik!?"
Of course, my assassin skills at finding weak spots probably fueled her suspicions too. It was so instinctive—like breathing—that one touch revealed her erogenous zones and the perfect way to stimulate them. Plus, she seemed sensitive everywhere.
Moving down from her nape to the exposed collarbone peeking from her white dress shirt, I teased it, and cute moans spilled out nonstop.
"Hyahht!? Stop!... Haaang!..."
Having cum twice already, her sensitivity was off the charts—she twitched wildly. I pulled back for a second, met her eyes, and said,
"Then tell the truth."
"Hnght... It just makes me... have dirty thoughts..."
"That's it?"
"For real..."
She answered but kept dodging my gaze, so this time I grabbed her breast a bit roughly over the shirt.
"Haaht!?... I said for real...! It was still experimental, and I was so drunk... maybe I messed up a little, but anyway, it's true! So untie this, please..."
So she really cast it on a whim in her horny stupor. That explained everything. After she drunkenly spelled me at dawn and stumbled back to her room without dispelling it, all sorts of fantasies about her flooded my mind. At first, I thought it was just my libido acting up, but they didn't fade even after hours, so I realized it was magic. Midway through, I started suspecting they were hers.
Why? Because the scenes were straight out of an R18 shoujo manga—vivid and detailed. Normal guy fantasies usually jump straight to penetration. Can't be helped; that's where men get the most pleasure. Check any AV or guy-oriented manga, and insertion and thrusting dominate.
So for the last three days, most of my daydreams were about fucking her in various positions, savoring that tight grip I'd felt firsthand. But suddenly, out of nowhere, fantasies popped up about tormenting her with the right touches. I knew foreplay was crucial in real sex, but if this was my lust amplified by magic, it should've started with pounding away inside her.
Yet the visions defied that: licking her ears, biting her nape, or just trailing a finger straight down her waistline made her cum effortlessly. I'd read tons of manga since I was a kid, including some "shoujo" girl-oriented ones. Lately, I'd even thought girl-targeted stuff had higher smut levels, and it matched exactly—foreplay-focused scenes since the audience was women. Even in rape scenarios, the guy politely preps her first.
So yeah, these had to be a girl's fantasies. I was already suspicious, but then came the clincher: me, pissed off, wall-slamming her and teasing.
I even remembered the dialogue.
'You act all high and mighty usually—why are you melting now?'
'Eut!... That's not...'
'Look me in the eye and say it.'
Dialogue and setup? No way that came from my head. I'd always seen wall-slams as fictional drama/manga/anime tropes—nobody does that in real life. If it wasn't my own thought warped by magic, then it had to come from the caster. Spells twist easily if the caster's mind isn't clear, and she was wasted.
Her drunken state must've leaked her usual fantasies into me. That's why unfamiliar teasing techniques popped into my head unbidden, or why restraining her with clothes felt natural. They dragged on for hours, revealing her kinks and hotspots in detail.
I'd considered I might be wrong, so I came here to test one fantasy scenario. Feigning anger and wall-slamming fit perfectly. If I was off-base, she'd look at me like I was crazy—but she just twitched when I pinned her against the wall with a blank expression. Licking her ear and wedging my knee between her thighs? Confirmed with my own eyes moments ago.
Now I was 100% sure it was all reflections of her fantasies or subconscious. Master play, uniforms, even some hardcore stuff—all her doing. I knew she was a perv, but this exceeded expectations. 80% featured me dominating her, confirming her massive M tendencies. For some reason, she fantasized a lot about me angrily ravaging her. Our constant bickering must've evolved her kink that way. Hating to lose on the surface, but subconsciously craving defeat? Adorably hot.
I wasn't truly mad—just sleep-deprived and tired—but I wanted to see her squirm more, so I ramped up the acting.
"You were so horny you cast an experimental spell on me without a second thought, and now you want me to let you go."
"Hik!..."