Crossing the Line
The flight to America. (9)
We were really going to meet in person.
Even with the Mask of Perception Impairment on, this was an incredibly dangerous gamble.
Unlike the Trainer's Room, where I could simply cancel the summon and escape, there was nowhere to run in the real world.
Still, I had no choice but to go along with Han Sora’s request.
I had to kill Yi Haewan. If I couldn’t kill him, I would be the one who died.
“Alright. We’ll meet then.”
I gave my reluctant permission.
Han Sora’s lips twitched upward as she nodded with clear satisfaction. Then, in an excited voice, she proudly laid out her role in the plan.
“I’ll do exactly what you want, Masked Man. All I have to do is kill Yi Haewan, right?”
“…Yes.”
“This is an incredibly difficult task. It’s not an easy mission at all. I’m doing this for you, so you’d better keep that in mind. Understood?”
At our very first meeting, I had raped her without hesitation.
I was the perpetrator. Han Sora was the victim.
It didn’t have to stay that way forever, but there was still a certain feeling to it, wasn’t there?
The connotations carried by the words “perpetrator” and “victim.” The stances each of us was supposed to take toward the other.
Lately, though, the roles have completely flipped.
Instead of me devouring Han Sora, she had been the one devouring me.
Every time I summoned her, she had her way with me.
Han Sora always reacted in the complete opposite way I expected.
Even now was no different.
She should have been shrinking back every time she looked at me, yet here she was, puffing out her chest like she was doing me a huge favor. It was honestly ridiculous.
“We’re meeting in New York in one week, Masked Man. You absolutely cannot break this promise.”
“I won’t.”
“If you do, I won’t see you ever again. I’m not the kind of woman who says one thing and does another.”
“Understood.”
To make it clear I didn’t want to talk about it anymore, I slipped my hand inside Han Sora’s panties.
Beneath the soaked fabric, her pussy was already a complete mess.
“Hngh.”
I slid my palm down, stroking over the mound of her sex.
Her shamelessly erect clit poked against my palm again and again, as if showing off how swollen it was. It kept getting in the way while I caressed her folds.
Squelch. Squelch—
“Your pussy is going wild. I haven’t even done anything and you’re already soaking wet?”
“Hngh, mmm… It’s always like this whenever I meet you, Masked Man. Hah, I can’t help it.”
Driven by anticipation of being filled, I pushed a finger into her already loosened hole.
The pent-up juices burst out with a loud, wet sound.
I had barely touched her for a few seconds and my hand was already drenched.
I also pinched the clit she had developed into her own personal erogenous zone between my thumb and forefinger, rolling it gently.
I toyed with it like I was pinching a toy.
“Hiiik—!”
Han Sora’s waist trembled violently as she squirted.
Her love juices gushed out in heavy spurts.
Unable to hold back any longer, she clung to my arm and begged.
“…Put it in. Your cock… your massive cock, Masked Man…”
Just stimulating her swollen clit was more than enough to make her climax.
She came easily whenever I touched her there.
That little pea-sized spot was packed with as many nerves as a man’s glans.
But Han Sora always demanded penetration.
She urged me with an impatient hunger that said foreplay could wait—she just wanted me to fuck her.
It was because she had grown addicted to the P-spot sex I had registered as her sexual weakness in the Female Registry.
“Yi Haewan still hasn’t woken up yet.”
“Is showing him really that important?”
Han Sora asked while breathing heavily, her body burning with heat. It was obvious that, at this moment, Yi Haewan didn’t matter to her at all.
I stroked her dripping pussy and whispered.
“I want to make him taste hell.”
That was exactly why I had summoned him together with her.
I wanted to torment him thoroughly before killing him. I had taken the risk of him possibly discovering that the Masked Man and Park Seonwoo were the same person.
“Haaah…”
“Should I put it in, Sora? Do you want me to?”
“Yes… I want your cock, Masked Man.”
Han Sora reached out with her hand.
She snatched my swaying cock like a fishing hook.
She gripped my glans and stroked it as she spoke. An invisible pressure radiated from her intense gaze.
“You know how much I’ve been holding back, right?”
“……”
She could have forced herself on me if she wanted, but she was holding back.
Han Sora warned me.
“Once Yi Haewan wakes up, you’re just going to tease him again, aren’t you? Pretending to show him?”
“I won’t deny it.”
“So fuck me before that. Then I think I’ll be able to hold on a little longer.”
As she spoke, Han Sora wrapped her arms around my waist.
The hand that had been stroking my cock now firmly gripped my ass.
“Come here.”
She spread her legs and pulled my body toward her.
I knelt between her thighs as if returning to my rightful place.
My cock nestled against the mound of her pussy, already slick with her juices.
“Deep… all the way…”
Han Sora grabbed my shaft and lined it up with her entrance.
She finished preparing for insertion all by herself, then stared at me, waiting for me to thrust in.
“Fine. I desperately need your power right now, Sora. I’ll do whatever you want. But when Yi Haewan wakes up, you have to react passionately.”
“Don’t worry.”
He was going to die anyway.
There was no need to worry about saving face.
It seemed Han Sora had decided to fully enjoy herself as well.
“Haaaaah…!”
Schlick—
I slowly pushed my hips forward.
The pointed tip of my glans pried open her tightly closed inner walls and knocked against her cervix.
Thrust. Push—
I buried my entire length to the root.
Our hips and pelvises pressed together completely.
“Haaak…!”
In that position, I pulled her lower body toward me and ground against her.
I pounded her pussy and cervix, both of which had been perfectly trained to fit my cock.
“Haaang! Haah!”
Squish! Squish—!
Han Sora’s pussy clenched tightly around me.
It felt like she was trying to crush my cock completely.
“Heuugh, haaht!”
Han Sora drooled uncontrollably as she writhed in pleasure.
I wondered what it would feel like to have a sexual weakness registered in the Female Registry.
I was curious, but there was no way for me to find out.
“Does it feel good, Sora?”
“Y-yes… it feels so good… I’m going crazy…!”
“You have to squirt like this in front of Yi Haewan too. Think you can do that?”
“Yesss! Yeshh!”
Han Sora answered almost panting.
Schlick, schlick—
“Haaang! Masked Man, haaaaah!”
Every time I moved my hips, her juices splattered everywhere.
Her thoroughly loosened pussy kept leaking without pause.
I continued fucking Han Sora’s pussy while waiting for Yi Haewan to wake up.
By the time Yi Haewan woke up, I had already cum inside her twice.
The moment he saw the thick, bubbling semen foaming inside Han Sora’s pussy, Yi Haewan couldn’t breathe.
“Haaang! Haah!”
Thud. Smack—!
Park Seonwoo was slamming into Han Sora from behind.
He gripped her large ass and drove his cock deep inside her.
Han Sora let out seductive moans as she lost control of her bladder, spraying urine that nearly splashed across the man pinned to the wall.
“Park Seonwoo! Aaaaaah, Park Seonwoo…!”
Yi Haewan glared furiously and screamed.
Even as hot piss soaked his face, he refused to shut his mouth.
“Aaaaaaaaagh!”
Han Sora’s pussy was burned clearly into his retinas.
That clean, pure-looking pussy—he had wanted to see it so badly.
This was the first time he had ever seen it in person.
And now that same pussy was being violated by a thick, dark cock.
The pain was as deep as his love for her.
Yi Haewan was experiencing pure, unfiltered rage like never before.
A message appeared before his eyes.
Again and again, in rapid succession.
Skill Level Increased
Stats Rising
His skill level rose.
His stats increased.
The intense emotion he had never felt before accelerated his awakening.
While Yi Haewan converted his rage into power, Park Seonwoo kept thrusting his hips.
He savored Han Sora’s pussy and pumped his seed into her womb.
“Come on out already, Haewan.”
Slap—! Smack—!
“If you just sit there spacing out, you won’t get anything.”
Park Seonwoo laughed mockingly.
He held one of her massive breasts—too big for a single hand—and kneaded it as he spoke.
“Should I give you some motivation, Haewan? If you can get out of that wall within five minutes… I’ll give you a chance to fuck Sora’s pussy.”
“……”
Hearing such nonsense, Han Sora glanced back.
She glared at Park Seonwoo and clenched her ass hard.
Park Seonwoo, still buried inside her, gave her ass a few sharp slaps.
“Ah, aaah, agh! P-pussy! Your pussy is squeezing too tight! Sora, it feels like my cock is going to get crushed…!”
“Stop talking such dogshit, Masked Man.”
Crude words spilled from Han Sora’s mouth.
She usually didn’t swear, so her sharp attitude felt even more shocking.
“Huk.”
Startled by the unexpected reaction, Park Seonwoo quickly covered his mouth.
After that, his hip movements became noticeably more passive.
“Ugh.”
Han Sora glanced down at Yi Haewan, who had lowered his head and was muttering something.
She decided this was enough.
Park Seonwoo’s timid pistoning was too frustrating, so she made up her mind to take control from now on.
“Masked Man. Come here.”
She rearranged the mattress.
She set it up in a new position that would let Yi Haewan see everything without obstruction.
From Yi Haewan’s perspective, pinned against the wall, their sex would be completely visible.
That was the angle she chose.
Han Sora pushed Park Seonwoo down onto the mattress and climbed on top of him.
Even though the flustered Park Seonwoo tried to push her away, she didn’t budge an inch.