The Taste of Accumulated Fatigue
I’d heard that if a person keeps getting beaten, their resistance eventually fades as fatigue builds up. That was exactly my situation right now. I no longer had much will to resist the rape. I just wanted this moment to end quickly.
Plap. Plap. Plap.
The young laundry room employee worked her hips hard, savoring the taste of my cock. She kept kissing me persistently, never pulling her lips from mine as her tongue continued to explore the inside of my mouth. True to her bold attempt on an Academy student, she wasn’t a premature ejaculator. She had been enjoying my dick for a full thirty minutes.
Then, as if something suddenly occurred to her, she pulled my cock out of her pussy with a wet pop and shoved her steaming cunt toward my face.
When I stared at her blankly, she scratched her cheek with an awkward, slightly embarrassed expression and spoke.
“…I, I want to try getting my pussy eaten too…. Eat me out…. Can’t you do that for me…?”
She looked like a shy lover making a bashful request. I found it absurd, but at the same time, I felt a little sorry for her. No—you brain-dead bitch, you’re the one raping me right now. After riding me a bit, are you really getting attached and acting all timid?
You’d be in prison if it weren’t for me…
When I continued staring at her in silence, she finally seemed to realize the difference in our positions. Her expression turned slightly serious, then gloomy, before flaring up in anger again. She lowered her voice and spoke to me.
“…Suck it. Before I hit you…. You said you didn’t want to get beaten, right…? Ah, fuck…. You must’ve gotten plenty of pussy-eating training during your discipline sessions….”
When the laundry room employee’s voice turned irritated and she clenched her fist, I finally lifted my head toward her offered pussy and pressed my lips and tongue against it. The moment my mouth touched her folds, she let out a moan.
“Ahht♡”
I gave her a decent amount of oral service. Whether I did it half-heartedly or enthusiastically, she didn’t seem capable of telling the difference. So I just serviced her mouth moderately. But even that appeared to be a completely new and intensely stimulating world for her.
“Haaauuu…♡ Wh-what is this…♡ Y-you’re so good at it…♡ H-how much training have you even received…♡”
Three days of face-fucking discipline in the Discipline Department, training from Lee Jieun and various other women, and recently even from wild elves…. On top of that, I’d kept honing my skills while fucking other women. My pussy-eating skills were probably at a near-professional level.
There probably weren’t many men in either my previous life or this one who had desperately improved their oral technique through such relentless training. Who in the world would willingly get beaten by dozens or hundreds of women, lose sleep, and undergo such conditioning just to get good at eating pussy? A few such men might exist, but I could confidently say there weren’t many.
“Huaaah…♡ I-I’m cumming…♡ I’m going to cum…♡ D-drink it all…♡ Heut♡ Nngheut…♡♡”
Splash, gush, squelch, glorp.
She grabbed my head with both hands and pressed her pussy tightly against my lips, forcing me to drink every drop of her fluids. I swallowed it all out of habit. Come to think of it, I probably didn’t have to drink everything… Ah, never mind. The floor and my shirt would just get dirtier, so it was better to swallow.
Her love juices tasted more like bland, mildly sweet water than fruit juice. It wasn’t particularly fragrant, but it didn’t smell bad either—just a neutral, sugary mucus with some viscosity. It wasn’t as intensely sweet as Choi Seoa’s persimmon-juice-like nectar. Just ordinary sugar water, but thicker and stickier, a somewhat viscous transparent liquid.
“Haa…♡ That feels so good…♡ So this is why people love getting eaten out…♡ It’s amazing…♡ You must be talented, but still…♡ Haaau…♡ I’m having a bit of a reality check♡ Huu…♡ But this is my first time having sex, so I can’t end it here…♡ The first time has to be a creampie breeding session that gets you massively pregnant♡ I’ll give birth to your baby, so raise it well♡”
She shoved my massive cock back into her twitching pussy and savored it with obvious pleasure. I watched as my enormous dick spread her entrance wide and her pussy stretched to accommodate it. Yeah, no matter how many times I saw it, the sight was undeniably addictive. My own cock was so huge and monstrous that it reshaped a woman’s vagina to fit its exact shape.
Once it had been stretched this wide, I wondered if she could ever be satisfied by anything smaller. It was like how once your threshold for sensation or pleasure rises dramatically, it’s hard to go back. That’s why once someone truly discovers masturbation, they can’t stop. Once they experience real sex, they can’t quit that either…. I’d heard drugs worked similarly.
When you give a person the highest possible level of pleasure, their pleasure threshold rises, making everything else feel empty, hollow, and boring. That’s why addicts go crazy at the mere sight of drugs…. And since it’s addictive on top of that, it’s even harder to quit. Especially because, like cigarettes, the dependency makes it nearly impossible to break.
But… addictive. Hmm, thinking about addiction reminds me of the wild elves’ fluids…
The wild elves’ addictive love juices that had contained poison, somehow tickling and tormenting my cock while granting overwhelming pleasure, came to mind. Fuck. Even though this was virtual reality and I shouldn’t actually have withdrawal symptoms, the fact that I was craving it this much meant that if it had been real, I could understand why someone would become addicted enough to seek out wild elves on their own.
…Haaah, even though it was just something I experienced in virtual reality, the addiction is strong enough that just thinking about it makes me crave it… This is insane…. Uwaah! Stop thinking about it! I have to forget. You stupid brain. That was virtual reality. Forget it…
I cursed my brain for being unable to forget that addictive pleasure and forcefully erased it from my mind. Fortunately, I wasn’t actually addicted, so once I focused on the sex in front of me, I was able to push the memory of the wild elves’ fluids away.
“Haaauu…♡ Your cock feels so fucking good…♡ Fuck♡ Nnght♡ I had no idea sex felt this amazing…♡ Fuuuuck…♡ Haa♡ A legal shotacon pretty boy with a massive cock…♡ Haaau♡ It’s so delicious…♡ It feels so good…♡ This is what life is about, fuck yeah♡”
“Heut♥ Ehht♥ Haat♥ Hut♥ Ut♥ Huut♥”
“Uwaa…♡ I’m so happy…♡ Fuuuuck…♡ It feels like I’ve wasted my entire life, damn it…♡ The way this pretty boy shotacon moans so cutely is so fucking hot…♡ Uuht♡ Oh, right♡ I should record this too♡”
“Hut♥ D-don’t record♥ D-don’t do that♥”
“Tsk♡ Move your hand away♡ Want to get hit? And say it with your own mouth that you want me to record you♡ Come on, repeat after me. ‘I, Kim Dojin, enjoy being filmed during sex♡’ Say it like that♡”
“N-nooo♥ Ut♥ …I-I won’t say it♥ Haat♥”
“Say it. Hurry up and say it. Say that you like being recorded♡”
“No…. Heut♥ I won’t say it. Uuht♥”
For some reason, I ended up arguing back and forth with the young laundry room employee. Maybe it was because she seemed more manageable during sex. She felt less scary compared to the women I’d encountered so far? Or maybe she just seemed a bit lacking? Just moments ago I couldn’t even look them in the eye properly.
Eventually, she grew more irritated and angry, then suddenly exploded without any warning and slapped me hard across the cheek. If she had only pretended to hit me, I would have cowered and done whatever she wanted. But—
Slap!
My mind snapped back to reality. The employee was trembling as she looked down at me from her cowgirl position. Even she seemed slightly startled by the fact that she had actually slapped me, though she quickly tried to hide it. She must have slapped me impulsively and then thought, Was that okay?
But the moment I was hit, memories of all the coercive pain and training I had received from women came flooding back. I immediately shrank like a beaten dog. The version of me that had been refusing and saying no completely vanished, leaving only a terrified, trembling shell quivering in fear.
Tears streamed down my face.
When I started crying, the young laundry room employee looked even more flustered.
“Hic… ugh, hic… sniff… ugh… hic…. Kk, hic.”
“…S-so, …I, I told you to just obediently let me record you…, d-didn’t I…? Aish…. I, I didn’t mean to slap you either…, aish, this is all your fault…. I, I’m not the kind of woman who goes around slapping boys on the cheek…. I, I’m not that pathetic….”
No matter how much she made excuses mixed with irritation, what difference would it make? It would have been better if she had just stayed coercive and done whatever she wanted from the start. In the end, after being slapped once—with one side of my face swollen and obviously marked by the hit—I said exactly what she wanted me to say.