Finals Celebration (Baek Ayoung's Turn 3)
Gulp.
I scanned Baek Ayoung's body from top to bottom. The soft, voluptuous breasts hidden beneath her blouse were now on full display, and the sight never failed to excite me no matter how many times I'd seen it. Even after I'd spouted such trash talk, her eyes gazed up at me with eager anticipation. And those hardened nipples at the peaks of her breasts—seeing them made my guilt fade a little.
Soon, a bright light began to emanate from Baek Ayoung's hands. It had been a while since I'd witnessed her healing up close. The first time was after we'd fought an ogre in the dungeon, when she'd used up all her mana to save me. I'd pounced on her in that moment, and we'd shared our first time together. The next was during the friendship party terrorist attack, facing off against that S-rank mine. The CCTV footage of her taking the dagger meant for me was still racking up views on streaming sites.
Baek Ayoung's healing light had always aided me, saving others' lives on the front lines. That sacred, holy glow was now directed toward her own crotch.
Baek Ayoung. She was the embodiment of healing and selfless service. Her title of Saintess wasn't just because of her beauty. It came from her flawless demeanor, conduct, and behavior in every aspect. For someone so revered to be regenerating her hymen for one man—it pricked at my conscience, but it also stirred excitement and a thrill of taboo.
My own morals were pretty twisted by now, anyway.
"…Darling. It's done."
How much time had passed? Baek Ayoung finally withdrew the mana from her hands. Visually, nothing had changed. The neat, pristine slit of her perfectly ripened pussy was tightly closed, just as beautiful as ever even after we'd overlapped our bodies countless times.
Mesmerized, I stared at her pussy before lifting my gaze. My eyes met Baek Ayoung's, who was peering down at me cautiously from above.
Thump, thump.
I could feel our emotions resonating. The two of us were anticipating what was to come.
I scooped up Baek Ayoung's body in one swift motion and dropped her onto the patient's bed like she weighed nothing.
"Ah, oof…."
Startled by the sudden toss onto the bed, she let out a moan, but I ignored it. Her glossy hair cascading to her waist, her pale skin, her slender yet curvaceous figure with all the right swells in all the right places. Her youthful face mixed with a hint of mature allure. She was beauty personified, beyond words—and I immediately pressed my lips to hers.
"Mm, mph… Chu."
Lips met lips, and I plunged my tongue in like I meant to devour her. Baek Ayoung responded with practiced familiarity, her tongue dancing with mine despite the abrupt kiss. One hand gripped the back of her head, pulling her closer, while the other slipped between her thighs.
That's when I noticed the difference. Unlike her pussy, which would soak through with just a kiss, this time it was different. Sliding a finger inside the entrance, it was slightly moist within, but the outer lips felt strangely dry.
Sensing the awkwardness, I pulled back from the kiss and asked her, "…Darling. Does regenerating the hymen affect sensitivity too?"
"I don't know. Maybe I used too much mana."
"Hm…."
Of course, Baek Ayoung had never regenerated her own hymen before. She wouldn't have any info on side effects like this.
Do I really need to overthink it?
Digging deeper wouldn't yield results, and I had zero interest in researching hymen regeneration. It might relate to whether old scars reformed when she'd regenerated my arm before, but I didn't feel like pondering it.
I stopped thinking and shoved my finger deeper inside. At the end of my probing finger, something caught—a soft, tender membrane. Recognizing it, I withdrew immediately.
"Hng, hnnngh…."
"…Wow."
Seeing Baek Ayoung squeeze her eyes shut, I felt a surge of wonder. It was like the reaction from our very first time.
I didn't hesitate further. I brought my cock to her mouth. She took it without resistance and started sucking eagerly, but I pulled out right away. This wasn't for pleasure—just to borrow her saliva as lube.
After that, it was over in a flash. I spread her legs, pressed my glans against her, and thrust my full weight forward, burying my cock inside.
Squelch—
"Hng, ahp…."
The moment it entered, Baek Ayoung gritted her teeth. I knew exactly why. From the entrance, there was immense resistance and tightness. A grip so fierce it felt like it might snap my waist. It was exactly like the sensation of piercing her virginity.
Truth be told, pounding into a tight, dry pussy like this wasn't as comfortable for me as easing into one slick with arousal and juices. But that raw, vivid friction of deflowering. The press of flesh on flesh, the glans forcing through narrow walls. The defiant squeeze of her inner muscles, her pained expression as she endured for the man she loved. Taking control of a woman's inexperienced pussy and doing as I pleased—the process itself was intoxicating.
Call me a pervert; I couldn't help it. Most men would get fired up in this situation.
If not, their loss.
Even her pained expression suited her saintly image perfectly—adorably so. It stirred something primal deep in my chest.
I committed my full weight to her, mounting her completely.
"Ha, ahh, nghp…."
Even as she tried to stifle it, moans leaked out, and she squeezed her eyes shut. Probably wondering if reacting under hypnosis was okay.
I smirked faintly and drove my cock all the way in. Our first time, I'd been gentle, considerate, moving slowly back and forth. Not this time. I shattered her regenerated hymen in one brutal thrust and slammed straight to her cervix.
The glans battering her womb mouth jolted her eyes wide open, mouth agape. She held her breath—a sign of serious pain.
Of course, I had no intention of stopping there. Feeling her pussy gradually moisten, I opened my mouth.
"Say it feels good."
"I-it feels good…."
"Moan louder, more intensely. Go on."
"It f-feels good. Darling. It feels so good…."
I demanded even more arousing moans from her as I kept pistoning my hips. Watching her endure the pain ignited my buried desire to dominate.
It had been ages since we'd had rough, savage sex like this. Sure, it was for her sake, but I wasn't complaining either.
After a few more thrusts, I paused and lifted her body slightly. To angle her for deeper penetration. But weakened by the pain, she couldn't hold her waist up, and her posture collapsed.
"Lift your hips."
"Ah, ahng, it hurts, it hurts…."
Forgetting her act entirely, she whimpered up at me with teary eyes. Of course, tears wouldn't make me stop.
Resuming position unwillingly, I plunged even deeper.
"Nghhh… Hic, ugh…."
"Haa… Feels good."
She might not realize it, but with precum and her juices mixing, the now-lubed tightness felt perfect to me. I entrusted my full weight to her and slammed my hips with wet thwacks.
Root-deep thrusts, full withdrawals, then root-deep again. Brutish, merciless sex with no regard for the woman. The kind Baek Ayoung loved.
"Ah, aaang… Hng…."
"Feels good?"
"Y-yes. Yes… Darling. It feels so good…."
One eye squeezed shut, barely meeting my gaze with the other, her trembling lips formed the words. Sex that ignored her pain to focus solely on my pleasure. I could feel her heart in it.
That turned me on even more, so I ramped up the ferocity. Her face was at its limit, but I didn't stop. Instead, I pulled her tight against me and whispered in her ear.
"Good girl, darling. It's always only you."
"Y-yes, darling…."
I crushed her body to mine with bone-breaking force. Her warm body heat seeped into me, her soft breasts squishing against my chest.
"I love you. You're the only one who can take me like this. Baek Ayoung."
I whispered words of love in that position. It was ridiculous—selfish sex for my pleasure alone—yet she loved this.
"Yeees… Darling. I love you. I really love you…."
As expected, she wrapped her legs around my waist at my words, pulling us closer.
"Ngh, oooh, mmph, hnnngh…! Khk…!"
With my beloved pinned beneath me, I glanced at the time. Lunch had long passed.
It'll work out somehow.
No interruptions during treatment. The only concern was skipping class… Regrettable, but unavoidable. I couldn't stop now.
Squelch, squelch—
Feeling her pussy nicely loosened, I pressed our hips flush and pistoned rapidly.
Baek Ayoung had healed herself before, but the sensations assaulting her lower body now were utterly alien. She couldn't be sure if her pussy reverting to its virgin state was the full extent of the regeneration. But it made sense enough. Regenerating a charred, severed arm didn't mean it came back charred—it restored to perfect condition. That was only natural.
Of course, such details were irrelevant to her now. Lee Ho-yeon had tossed her onto the bed and rammed his cock straight in.
The first sensation was pain. His hard shaft plunging into her still-dry pussy. The trickle of her juices and his precum eased it somewhat, but pain was pain.
Yet as it continued, pleasure overshadowed it. The sound of her lover's ragged breaths above her was ecstatic; the slap of his flesh against her mound brought fulfillment.
"Good girl, darling. It's always only you."
"Y-yes. Yes… Darling…."
The pain lingered, but seeing him satisfied aroused her. No— this was better, more euphoric than their recent sticky, slick romps.
His unyielding weight pinning her down. His hands crushing her without restraint. Lee Ho-yeon—her darling—needed her.
That fact alone filled Baek Ayoung with bliss. This was her essence. The pervert hidden behind the saintess title, and Lee Ho-yeon understood it best.
"I love you. You're the only one who can take me like this. Ayoung."
Each whisper in her ear made her heart flutter wildly.
"Yeees… Darling. I love you. I really love you…."
Thump, thump.
It felt like her chest might burst. This man loved her so deeply. She'd been foolish to doubt, to compete with other women. He was one of a kind in the world.
Baek Ayoung wrapped her legs around the man moving above her. The pain had nearly vanished. All that remained was the panting female gasping each time his cock filled her.
Lunch had passed into afternoon classes, but she kept silent, savoring this fleeting hypnosis play for as long as it lasted.