Final Exam Celebration (Baek A-young's Turn 3)
I swallowed hard, letting my eyes travel the length of Baek A-young's body. Those soft, generous breasts, no longer hidden beneath her dress shirt, were a sight that never failed to stir me. Even after the filthy things I'd said to her, she looked up at me with eyes full of anticipation. And the sight of her nipples, already stiff and peaked, seemed to dissolve what little guilt I had left.
Before long, a bright light began to spill from her hands. It had been a long time since I'd watched her heal someone right in front of me.
The first time had been after the ogre in the dungeon. She'd poured out every last drop of her mana to keep me alive, and I had taken her then — that had been our first time together. The next was during the mixer party attack, when I'd fought an S-class Fiend. The CCTV footage of me taking a dagger meant for her was still climbing the view counts on every streaming site.
Baek A-young's healing light. The same sacred radiance that had always come to my aid, that had saved lives out in the field, was now directed at her own groin.
Baek A-young. She was the living symbol of healing and selfless service. She hadn't earned the name Saint simply because she was beautiful. It was everything about her — her everyday manner, her conduct, the way she carried herself. Taken as a whole, she was so impossibly perfect that people had no other word for her.
Watching a woman so universally revered regenerate her hymen for the sake of one man pricked at my conscience. It also sent a dark, transgressive thrill through me. My own tastes had already twisted quite a bit, after all.
"...Darling. I'm finished."
I wasn't sure how much time had passed. Baek A-young withdrew the mana she'd been pouring from her hands. From the outside, nothing looked different. The clean, neatly sealed slit of her pussy was pressed tightly shut — but then, even after we'd joined our bodies countless times, Baek A-young's pussy had always been that pretty.
Spellbound, I stared at her before lifting my gaze. Our eyes met. She was looking down at me with a careful, tentative expression. My heart pounded. It felt as though I could sense exactly what she was feeling. Both of us were waiting — eager — for what was about to happen.
I scooped her up and all but threw her down onto the infirmary bed.
"Ah— ahh..."
Thrown onto the mattress so suddenly, Baek A-young let out a startled moan, but I paid it no mind. Glossy hair that fell all the way to her waist. Pale skin. A slender frame that still swelled in all the right places — a body built for sin. A youthful face touched with just a hint of something more adult. There weren't enough words for how beautiful she was. I kissed her without hesitation.
"Mmph— mmn... chup."
Lip to lip, I pushed my tongue into her mouth as if I meant to devour her. Even caught off guard, Baek A-young moved her tongue with practiced familiarity. I grabbed the back of her head with one hand and pulled her in, and with the other I slipped my fingers between her legs.
That was when I felt the difference. This wasn't the Baek A-young whose pussy would soak through from a kiss alone. When I pushed a finger inside her entrance, it was a little damp — but the outside was strangely dry. Feeling something off, I broke the kiss and asked her.
"...Darling. Does regenerating your hymen have something to do with your sensitivity?"
"I don't know either. I might have used too much mana."
"Hmm..."
Of course she wouldn't have. Baek A-young had never regenerated her hymen before, so naturally she wouldn't have any information about a phenomenon like this.
Is this even worth thinking about any further?
Digging into it wouldn't produce any useful results, and I had no interest in researching hymen regeneration. It might have something to do with whether old scars and wounds came back when you regenerated an arm — but I didn't particularly want to think about it.
I stopped thinking and pushed my finger into her pussy. Deep inside, something caught against the tip. I felt a tender, soft membrane — and immediately pulled my finger back out.
"Hh— hnnn..."
"...Wow."
Watching Baek A-young squeeze her eyes shut, I felt a genuine sense of wonder. It was the same reaction she'd had the very first time we'd had sex.
I didn't dwell on it. I brought my cock to her mouth. She took it without resistance and immediately started sucking, but I pulled out just as quickly. This wasn't about getting a blowjob. I just needed her saliva for lubrication.
After that, it happened in an instant. I spread her legs, pressed the head of my cock against her, and immediately put my weight behind it as I pushed in.
Schlick—
"Hh— mmph..."
The moment I entered her, Baek A-young clenched her teeth. I understood why immediately. From the very entrance, the resistance and tightness were overwhelming — a grip so fierce it felt like it might tear my hips off. It was exactly the same sensation I'd felt when I'd taken her virginity.
Honestly, it was easier on the man to put it in after plenty of foreplay, once her pussy was dripping wet — not into something this tight and dry. But that vivid sensation of breaking through a virgin. Flesh against flesh. The pleasure of forcing the head of my cock through those narrow inner walls. Walls that clenched down as if in protest, and the face of a woman who was in pain but endured it because she loved me. The process itself — doing whatever I wanted with a pussy that still wasn't used to sex — felt incredible.
Call me a pervert if you want. I couldn't help it. Most men would get off on a situation like this.
Then again, maybe not.
Even the pained expression on Baek A-young's face was cute, befitting the woman they called a Saint. It stirred something primal deep in a man's chest. I settled my full weight onto her and mounted her properly.
"Ha— ahh, mmph..."
No matter how hard she tried to keep her mouth shut, moans kept leaking out. Baek A-young squeezed her eyes closed. She was probably wondering whether she was even allowed to react during the hypnosis play.
I smiled faintly and drove my cock all the way in. The first time we'd had sex, I'd been considerate — I'd moved slowly, carefully. Not this time. I tore through her hymen in a single thrust and reached her cervix just as fast. When the tip of my cock hit home, the impact must have been considerable — her eyes flew wide and her mouth fell open. The way her breath caught told me the pain was significant.
Of course, I had no intention of stopping over something like that. Feeling her pussy grow gradually wetter, I spoke.
"Say it feels good."
"I-it feels good..."
"You can moan as loud as you want. More."
"I-it feels good. Darling. It feels so good..."
I demanded more of those arousing moans from her as I kept moving my hips. Watching her endure the pain, something that had been lurking inside me — a hunger to dominate — began to boil over. Rough, violent sex. It had been a while. I told myself it was for her sake, but the truth was I didn't mind it either.
After thrusting several more times, I paused and lifted her body slightly, to make it easier to drive into her. But the pain must have sapped her strength. She couldn't hold her hips up, and her posture collapsed.
"Lift your hips."
"Ah— ahh, it hurts, it hurts..."
Forgetting she was supposed to be acting, Baek A-young looked up at me with tears in her voice. Of course, crying wasn't going to make me stop. I had no choice but to reposition her myself, then thrust even deeper.
"Nngh... hhk, ugh..."
"Haa... that's good."
Baek A-young might not have known it, but the mix of pre-cum and her own juices spreading through that still-tight pussy felt incredible to me. I put my full weight on her and moved my hips hard enough to make wet, slapping sounds. Pulling out and slamming back in to the hilt — crude, inconsiderate sex that gave no thought to the woman. The kind of sex Baek A-young loved.
"Ah— aaahn... hh..."
"Does it feel good?"
"Yes. Yes... Darling. It feels so good..."
One eye squeezed shut, she barely managed to meet my gaze with the other, her lips trembling as she spoke. Sex where she set aside her own pain entirely and thought only of me. I felt like I could feel her heart through it. It turned me on so much that I moved my hips even harder.
Her expression was already at its limit, but I didn't stop. Instead, I pulled her body tight against mine and whispered into her ear.
"That's it. Darling. It's always been you."
"Yes, yes. Darling..."
I held her as if I meant to crush her. Her warmth seemed to pass into me, and I felt the soft press of her breasts against my chest. I whispered again, filling the words with love.
"I love you. You're the only one who can take me like this. Baek A-young."
It was almost funny, saying things like that while having sex purely for my own pleasure — but Baek A-young loved this kind of thing.
"Yeees... Darling. I love you. I really love you..."
Just as I expected, the moment she heard those words, she wrapped her legs around my waist. A position that pressed us even closer together.
"Nngh, ooh, mmph, hnnn... khhk...!"
With that lovely woman pinned beneath me, I glanced at the time. Lunch period was already over.
It'll work itself out.
No one was allowed in during treatment, so that wasn't a concern. The only thing that nagged at me a little was skipping class... but unfortunately, it couldn't be helped. There was no way I was stopping now.
Schlick, schlick—
I could feel that her pussy had loosened considerably. This time I pressed my hips flush against hers and started moving my cock fast.
It wasn't as though Baek A-young had never healed herself before, but the sensation between her legs was unmistakably foreign. Whether regenerating her hymen had truly reset her pussy to its original state — even she couldn't say for certain. But it wasn't something she couldn't accept. Regenerating an arm that had been burned black and then severed didn't mean the burned arm grew back. Of course it would regenerate in its optimal state.
Of course, none of that mattered to her right now. Because Lee Ho-yeon had thrown her onto the bed and immediately driven his cock into her.
The first thing she felt was pain. A hard cock sliding in and out of a pussy that wasn't wet yet. The pain was easing thanks to the juices and pre-cum gradually working their way in, but it still hurt. Pain was pain.
But the longer it went on, the more it felt good — better than the pain. The sound of her beloved's breathing above her was intoxicating, and the slap of Lee Ho-yeon's flesh against her mound brought a deep sense of fulfillment.
"That's it. Darling. It's always been you."
"Yes. Yes... Darling..."
The pain was still there, but just knowing Lee Ho-yeon was satisfied was enough to arouse her. No — it felt even better, even more intoxicating, than the last few times they'd had that sticky, wet sex. The weight pressing down on her entire body. Those hands that didn't hold back, that crushed her as if they meant to break her. Lee Ho-yeon — her darling — needed her. That fact alone made Baek A-young so happy.
This was her essence. The true nature of the pervert hidden behind the title of Saint — and Lee Ho-yeon was the man who understood that better than anyone.
"I love you. You're the only one who can take me like this. A-young."
Every time Lee Ho-yeon whispered words of love against her ear, something inside Baek A-young's chest fluttered.
"Yeees... Darling. I love you. I really love you..."
Her heart pounded. It felt as though her chest might burst. This man loved her like this. And she had been so sorry — for doubting him all by herself, for feeling competitive with the other women. He was the only one like him in the entire world.
Baek A-young wrapped both legs around Lee Ho-yeon as he moved above her. Before she knew it, the pain had almost vanished. All that remained was a panting female, gasping every time his cock pushed into her.
She had known for a while now that lunch was over and afternoon classes had started, but she didn't say a word. She wanted to savor this time even more — this time that would vanish the moment the hypnosis play ended.