Halloween Reminiscence (3)
"Ahhnngh...! Hyaah...!"
The insertion came without warning. His hips surged forward on their own, his head tilted back, his waist arching like a drawn bow.
"It hurts, it hurts! Wait, pull out, pull out...!"
Tears welled up. Alongside the searing pain as if she were being torn apart, a scalding rush flooded her insides, filling her completely.
"It's okay, Il Lena. You'll feel better soon."
Hwanhyeon whispered softly, cradling her cheek. But his hips showed no sign of stopping.
—*slap, slap.*
"Hnngh...! Lies...! It hurts...!"
"First time always hurts. Ease up."
He began to move his hips slowly. The pain hadn't faded yet, but the unfamiliar fullness of him stirring inside her made Il Lena writhe.
—*slick, slick.*
"Hyaahh...! Stop...! This is weird...!"
"See? Already doesn't hurt."
He was right. The agony of being torn open gradually receded, replaced by a hot, unfamiliar pleasure that began to fill the gap.
"A... ah... umm..."
"Feeling good?"
"I don't know... it's weird... my stomach feels tingly..."
Il Lena clutched the sheets. Hwanhyeon paid her no mind and increased the pace of his thrusts.
—*thwack! thwack!*
"Haaah! Eek, Hwanhyeon, a...!"
"What. Don't like it?"
"No, it's not that... it's just... so..."
He deliberately drove himself deep to the hilt.
"Kyaah! Ah, ah, there...!"
"That spot feels good? Yeah?"
—*thump! thump! SWOOSH!!!
He relentlessly ground into the same spot. Il Lena lost all sense of self and could only moan.
"Hnngh! Ah, I can't...! I'm going to go crazy...!"
"Don't resist. Just take it. You're going to come."
"C-come? Where...?"
—*wet squelch.*
The man atop her wore a lecherous grin. For some reason, she didn't like it.
"Hyaahh...! Eek! Ah!"
A sensation so intense she'd never felt before made her whole body tremble, and Il Lena grabbed his shoulder hard.
An electric current seemed to course up her spine, turning her mind completely white.
"Hya...! Ah...! Hwanhyeon...! I...!"
Hwanhyeon only laughed and didn't slow down. If anything, he drove deeper and harder into her most sensitive place.
—*squelch! squelch!*
"I can't...! The feeling... the feeling is weird...!!"
—*SWOOOOSH!!!
"KYAAAAAH!"
Finally, Il Lena couldn't hold back and screamed.
Along with a devastating pleasure as if something inside her mind had burst, her body convulsed violently on the bed.
The sensation of her lower abdomen clenching and hot fluid flooding out washed over her.
"Ha... ha... ha..."
Her strength drained away. She struggled just to breathe. But Hwanhyeon showed no sign of finishing.
"Impressive, Il Lena. You already came."
"Heh... stop... I'm... tired..."
"Not yet. I need to come too."
Still carrying his unspent heat, he started moving his hips roughly again. A body that had already climaxed once was far more sensitive now.
"Hik! Ah, I can't...! Again... again it's weird...!"
"Come together, Il Lena."
—*plap!
With Hwanhyeon's low groan, something hot spurted forcefully into her, the rubber barrier pressing against her inner walls. Almost simultaneously, Il Lena's body shuddered again.
"Hyaahh...!"
The second climax was far deeper and more dizzying than the first. It made sense—she'd climbed a tower of pleasure with the initial stimulation and then climaxed again from the top.
"...haa, haa..."
Hwanhyeon collapsed beside her, as if falling down. Only their ragged breathing filled the small room.
Sweat-soaked hair clung to her cheek, tickling.
A long silence passed. It was Il Lena who spoke first.
"...Hey, Hwanhyeon."
"What."
"...Wanna do it again?"
"Heh heh... our Saintess really enjoyed it, huh?"
"...Hey! Don't call me Saintess!"
She just wanted to break free from the exhausting "Saintess" routine. She didn't want to hear that title even in a situation like this.
"Il Lena. Those weird costumes you saw outside earlier."
"Mm..."
"Wanna try? They seem to rent costumes for this event."
"...Ah."
"What?"
"...Fine! Say it all at once!"
"Might as well say it louder."
He picked up the bedside phone.
"Yes, I'd like to change to a lodging reservation. Also, rent one Bunny Rabbit costume."
"...Bunny Rabbit? What's that?"
"It exists. A bunny outfit."
"Bun...!"
So indecent.
The vocabulary a Saint shouldn't know was gradually crowding into her mind. She didn't dislike it per se, but the primal revulsion was unavoidable.
—*ding dong.*
"Oh, fast."
He sprang up and came back with a paper bag.
—*rustle.*
"New, hasn't been opened. Wanna try it on?"
"...Give it."
She flipped the paper bag upside down and shook it out.
Two hair clips, a pair of shorts that reached her hips—sold as a set.
A top that didn't exist below the shoulders, and three stickers with unidentifiable meaning.
"...That's all? That's everything?"
"Yeah. It's in the example photos too."
"...!"
Only then did she check the fitting photos printed on the packaging.
Entire breasts exposed, nipples and all, covered only by stickers.
"...You want me to dress like this? You actually want to see this?"
"Yes! I want to see the Saintess in her Bunny Rabbit outfit!"
"..."
The man in front of her showed no intention of backing down.
'Still, isn't this better than being naked?'
With that thought, Il Lena began carefully putting on the fabric scraps on the bed.
"Ughhh... why does wearing clothes make me more embarrassed than being naked..."
"Kya!!! This is the Saintess! This is the Bunny Rabbit!"
"...Why is the Saintess coming up here? Saints don't wear clothes like this!"
"Then why did you put it on?"
"Well..."
After much deliberation, her words came out carefully.
"Because you wanted me to..."
Hwanhyeon's lips curved in a satisfied smile.
Her honest answer, and the flushed face reddened with shame, only stoked his conquest.
"Good girl, our Saintess."
"You said call you by name...!"
"Alright, alright. Il Lena."
He slowly circled her. From head to toe, his shameless gaze swept over the Bunny Rabbit costume.
Black shorts hugging her legs, stickers clinging precariously, and the expression on her face unable to hide her embarrassment.
A pure mass of desire, something he'd never felt from her before, radiated from her.
'...Why... why does this feel good...?!'
Strangely, she didn't feel bad. Instead of disgust, the sensation of her pussy getting wet only grew stronger.
"But... this is actually..."
Hwanhyeon murmured as if impressed, standing before her.
"The stickers are too small."
His fingers peeled the sticker from the center of her chest and lightly pinched her nipple.
"Hik! Hey! Where are you touching!"
Il Lena flinched, recoiling, but Hwanhyeon caught her wrist.
"I told you to look, didn't I?"
"Th-that was..."
"Stay still. Let me admire you."
He sat her on the bed and spent a long time observing and touching her from every angle.
—*munch!*
"Ughh!! Why are you touching my lower belly...!!"
"This is called the uterine cushion. It's a basic padding so the baby doesn't get hurt if you get pregnant."
She was embarrassed. Giving her entire body like this was already beyond common sense.
"So, about what I said earlier."
"...What?"
"Let's do it from behind."
Hwanhyeon grabbed her shoulders and turned her, then had her lie face-down on the bed.
"Lift your hips a little higher."
—*smack!
"KYAAH?!"
A sharp pain shot through her hips along with a brief friction sound.
"Y-you're insane...!"
"Looks good on you."
The reddened handprint on her ass was briefly visible beside the shorts. This grotesque outfit maximized her humiliation while exposing the most provocative parts of her.
He took his position behind her. The hot warmth between her buttocks was palpable.
—*tap tap.*
"Should I rip off the stickers?"
His fingers brushed the last sticker adhering to her crotch.
"...Take it off."
—*rip!
"Uheehit!!"
The exposed clit rubbed against the sticker. Her arousal still hadn't faded, and even that small stimulation was far too intense.
He laughed lowly and brought himself to her already-damp entrance.
"Ready, Il Lena?"
"...I don't know!"
"Good. I'm going in?"
—*squelch...
"Heh...!"
A completely different sensation from before. Even though she'd already been stretched once, the unfamiliar fullness from a different angle was both strange and intense.
"Deeper than before... more..."
"Different angle, that's why. Goes deeper this way."
—*thrust!!
He drove himself to the hilt in one go. Unlike the first time, she was already thoroughly loosened, so from the start there was no pain—only pure pleasure racing up her spine.
"Hyaah!"
"Tell me. How does it feel?"
He whispered near her ear and began moving his hips slowly.
—*slap... jiggle...!
"Weird... umm... different from before... heh!"
"What's different?"
"I don't know...! My stomach... ah, right there!"
"Here?"
—*whump!
He deliberately drove deeper, and Il Lena's waist arched like a bow again.
"Ah, ah, ah! Hwanhyeon! Stop... I can't...!"
"What's there to stop?"
Hwanhyeon gripped her waist firmly and began picking up speed.
—*smack! smack! smack!
"Eekhiit!! This is weird...!"
"So the uterine entrance is the weak point, huh?"
—*SWOOSH! thump! SWOOOOSH!!!
"Ahaaah!! I'm coming, I'm coming...!!"
"I'm not done yet."
Without an ounce of consideration, he simply thrashed about inside her.
"Stop, stop...! Let me rest for a second... heh?"
—*slap slap slap slap!!!
"HAAAH!! The Saintess Il Lena commands... stop, stop... don't do it...!!"
"The Saintess doesn't do this kind of perverted act, you bitch Il Lena."
"You...! When this is over, I'll kill you...! Nnngh...!!"
The speed of his back-and-forth grew faster and faster. Her breathing from behind grew rougher too, and more than anything, the feeling of his cock swelling inside her only intensified.
"Kuh... it's hot!"
"Haaah!!"
Her womb was pressed to the very end. After the breathless sensation, she felt the pressure of him pushing even higher.
—*whooosh!! whoosh whoosh!!
"Eekhoo...! Coming again...!!"
An unbearable, bizarre pleasure. The joy of being loved as a woman rather than a Saint.
Those feelings merged together, plunging Il Lena deeper into pleasure.
—*thump!
"Uhehik!!"
"Haa, haaah..."
"...Not done?"
"Just... just let me rest for a moment."
She pouted. He didn't listen when she told him to stop, but the moment she got a little tired, he just collapsed and lay down without letting her do anything about it.
Meanwhile, his cock was still standing perfectly firm, and that was annoying.
—*pop!
He broke open another condom.
"...Again?"
"You didn't stop when I told you to stop, did you? You should try it too."
He put the condom on his cock. The pink-coated rod now looked appetizing.
"Haa... so now I'm the one eating you. Got it?"
"...Impressive."
She climbed on top of his cock. All she had to do was relax her legs and it would slide right back in.
"Haa, haa... haaah..."
She had no time to catch her breath, just surrendering her body to the arousal.
—*squat!!
"Eekhoo...!!"
There were still condoms left.
"...❤️"
Of course, they went through the rest of the night.
"Hwanhyeon-ssi?"
"...Yes, Saintess."
"You took the virgin of the one and only Saintess, and then called out another woman's name in your sleep?"
"Hm?"
That blank expression didn't sit well with her.
Having sex with the Saintess and then, in a sleepy haze, calling out another woman's name—where was the manners in that?
The woman who'd come between them was infuriating. What kind of person was she, to ruin her fantastical first experience at the very end?
The faint jealousy that rose in her memory made her unable to hold back her question.
"Who is Yu Ryun?"
"...!"
With just that one question, she had no idea what story she was about to hear.