Chapter 99
Chapter 99
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 99
Chapter Title: Tiny Dick (3)
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Choi Da-eun undid the front ties of my gown.
My somewhat erect cock sprang fully into view.
Her eyes, brimming with anticipation like a kid unearthing treasure, shifted to disappointment in an instant.
‘Not quite disappointment. More like... how do I even describe it.’
It felt closer to the shock of not expecting it to be this small.
My dick right now fell way short of the Korean average.
Not just short in length—the girth was pencil-thin too. Pitiful at a glance.
Pathetic.
Embarrassing to even open my mouth.
A brief silence hung in the air.
Even though it was hard, Choi Da-eun stared fixedly at my cute little cock.
“……”
Choi Da-eun's only sex experience was being forcibly taken by the masked creep.
She was interested in consensual sex, not rape, but nowhere near the level of actually enjoying it.
She didn't have enough encounters for a single dick size to make or break her mood.
If she'd hooked up with triple digits worth of guys, she'd have compared samples and analyzed them, guaranteed disappointment.
But Choi Da-eun was green.
Sex-wise, her experience was sorely lacking.
A notch above Park Sun-woo, who claimed to be a virgin.
Which meant she could look at a small dick without feeling let down.
"I'll suck it off for you."
Pretending not to be thrown, Choi Da-eun wrapped her hand around my cock.
She tried hard not to let on that the size was a letdown.
She even pulled out a soft, soothing tone you wouldn't normally hear from her to comfort me.
"…Noona."
"Film it with your smartphone first."
Choi Da-eun reminded me of our goal.
We were at this motel to carry out the masked creep's mission.
To play along with his sleazy proposal and snag some clues on him.
I started recording Choi Da-eun on my phone.
"Huu…."
Choi Da-eun steadied her expression.
She chilled out the tense, eager face staring down my dick into cool blankness.
Emotionless, she leaned in close.
"Hup…."
‘Avatar’ or not, it was still my body.
Her breath ghosted the glans tip and scattered. Her lips engulfed my cock in one go.
Technique-wise? Abysmal. Unratable.
Even after popping her cherry, her skills hadn't leveled up much.
She pursed her lips to keep teeth at bay—her best effort—but the head bobs and tongue work were stiff and clumsy.
Emotionally? A solid 100/100. Perfection.
Not in the ‘Taming Room’, but out here in the real world—Choi Da-eun sucking my dick was pure thrill.
Just slurping it down like melting a popsicle, over and over, and my climax built fast.
"Ah, ah…! Noona!"
I'd blown a decent load this afternoon too.
Had fucked Han So-ra's pussy till my balls ran dry.
Still, my dick came.
Balls clenched tight, blasting out the bubbling semen.
Pshht, pshht!
No chance to pull out of Choi Da-eun's mouth.
Couldn't hold it—exploded right there.
Virgin-style, I spurted pathetically.
"Ugh, hup!?"
The sudden cumshot flustered her bad. Eyes bugging out as she looked up at me.
Then she surrendered. Resigned.
Took it all in her mouth.
Glurk, glurk—.
"Haaa…."
Balls to urethra, urethra to glans—semen surged through.
Once the throbs eased, Choi Da-eun sucked hard, still latched on.
Slrrp, slrrp!
"Ugh, uwa."
She wrung out every last drop of residual piss and cum gunk. Clean slate.
Only then did she slowly let my dick slip free.
I'd unloaded several times my usual volume.
Insanely huge. Words failed.
"Uung, ung!"
Cheeks ballooned out, Choi Da-eun floundered, unsure.
The masked creep would've forced her to swallow—but Park Sun-woo was the caring boyfriend type(?).
"N-Noona. Sorry."
I scrambled for tissues and handed them over.
"…Uegh, eek…!"
Choi Da-eun unfolded the tissue neatly in her palm and spat it out.
Milky-white cum dribbled down her lips.
Massive load.
Soaked my tissues clean through, and she kept going.
Night-blooming flower stench was off the charts too.
"Ptoo, ptui!"
I surrendered the whole box to her.
"Hey, you idiot! Why the fuck so much cum?!"
"Uh, um…."
She didn't grill me on cumming in her mouth without warning.
Her focus? The absurd volume.
‘Beats me.’
Even a week of edging and storing it up wouldn't yield this much.
What gives?
Figured it out quick.
‘Avatar.’ This was the avatar's dick.
Avatar didn't mean not my body.
Just another hunk of flesh. My flesh.
I'd tweaked the dick size on the avatar from the ‘Avatar Creation Coupon’.
Shrunk the length, thinned the girth—crafted a body that could never satisfy a woman.
Anyone'd call a tiny dick a penalty.
No one's calling it an upside.
Trade-off.
The overflowing cum? Compensation for the penalty. The real perk.
The 「Taming App」 handed out fitting rewards to offset the baby-dick debuff.
Not 100% sure, but nothing else fit.
"All done filming?"
Choi Da-eun wiped the cum even from her chin and snatched the phone.
Scrubbed through the video I'd shot so diligently from second one.
In the clip, Choi Da-eun mouthed the one-handed cock.
Seeing herself hunkered between some guy's legs looked alien—she gave an awkward grin.
She skimmed the sub-minute footage on fast-forward.
"Looks good?"
"Yeah, weirdly hot as fuck."
Shot pure male POV.
This vid alone let you vicariously feel dating Choi Da-eun's view.
Park Sun-woo's view, spot on.
‘Pricier, rarer than a Han River penthouse view.’
I retied my gown front.
Sent the finished cock back home.
Choi Da-eun sneaked peeks at me.
Regret vibe thick in the air—too bad to end it here.
Too awkward to speak first; lips twitched.
"D-Da-eun-ah."
"Y-Yeah? What's up, Sun-woo?"
"……."
Cringe city.
Just her saying my name gave me arm chills.
"Ugh, gives me the creeps."
"Hey! Fuck off?!"
"There it is—Da-eun energy."
Her voice fit a prick like me way better than sweet Park Sun-woo.
Every curse from her lips? Twisted thrill. Ditch the nice talk.
"Noona, straight talk."
Mood screamed sex-now wouldn't land weird.
Even if I lunged and stripped her gown, she'd probably freeze.
‘…Not tonight.’
Choi Da-eun's walls had crumbled plenty.
After the masked creep wrecked her emotionally, leaning on a solid guy like this? Skinship limits shot way up.
First time's always toughest.
Girls have hymens—makes that debut extra loaded.
Flip side: once the seal's broken, hesitation's gone.
Second dude or hundredth? Same weight class.
Choi Da-eun gulped, hanging on my words.
Gazed at me with pre-blowjob-level hype.
I doused her cold.
"Today's not the day."
"…Huh?"
"Don't wanna trick you, noona. Full honesty."
Pulling back.
Perfect fuck-vibes, but nah.
"Like you, noona. But jumping to this already? Too fast."
Normal couple? Roles reversed.
Me chasing, her swatting away.
"Boyfriend-lite setup's fine—mutual agreement and all. Next level? No-go."
"Wh-Why?!"
Her voice quaked hard.
Like back at the theater, yanking her hand away….
Her eyes welled up, Choi-style.
"…Am I too dirty? N-Not a virgin anymore?"
"No, no! What the—"
The Choi Da-eun in front of me? Night-and-day from the one I knew.
Uncharacteristic waterworks—I cut her off quick.
"Noona. Team Leader. Listen up."
Clapped twice. Snapped my fingers. Grabbed her eyes.
Stuffed on dinner, tasty drinks—still starving?
She sniffled, staring.
I clamped her shoulders hard. Shouted with rock-solid conviction.
"Told you—virgin shit doesn't matter. Got it?"
"Then why dodge me? Guys wanna fuck girls, right?"
"…Fair point. But I'm not most guys. Hate empty hookups."
Truth? Dying to fuck.
‘Taming Room’ or IRL—wanted to rail Choi Da-eun.
But hold back.
Crank her taming progress? Needed a twist.
"Wanna do it closer to you first. Not some rash, exhausted impulse… When we really…."
"……."
"Know each other better. Become each other's one-and-only. Close enough we crave even closer—get me?"
Choi Da-eun's sobs tapered off.
Bloodshot glare locked on me.
I met it head-on, spat it out.
"Your first time too, noona. That creep? Doesn't count—not with someone you love. You wanna toss your real first like this? Pointless?"
"…Yeah. I get it."
"Filming was unavoidable—for clues from that fucker. Gotta obey for intel. But after? Our call."
Unavoidable skinship—masked creep's orders. Line in the sand.
"Bailing here… Yeah, pussy move as a guy. I know. But hey, that's me."
"Totally pussy."
"Sorry if you're bummed."
"…Same consistent dumbass from day one. Kinda respect it, fucker."
Tears? Vanished.
Classic Choi Da-eun—the one I knew—glaring, growling.
Lips pursed out, but vibe way lighter.
"Sorry."
"Fuck off. Even if I begged, you'd say no—pussy."
"…Hing."
"Over. You bounced, so I'm out."
Grumble grumble.
She crawled onto the bed solo.
Gown and all, limbs splayed in a big X.
"Floor for you, fucker. No climbing up. Why? You said no—beat it."
"……."
What the hell set her off?
She chucked a pillow my way.
"Lights out, fucker."
"……."
Did as told—killed the lights, hit the floor.
Hard as rock. Back screaming.
Missed that fluffy bed.
"Da-eun-ah, for real—the floor?"
"Fucker, drop the casual."
"Noona, seriously floor?"
"No banmal, asshole."
"…Team Leader, me on floor? Uncomfy as hell…."
"Yeah, dickhead. Crash there."
"…Harsh…."