Volunteer Work with Baek A-young! (3)

I started by checking whether there were any security cameras nearby. If footage of something like this ever got out, my life would be finished.

"A-young. We don't have much time, so let's make this quick."

I pulled Baek A-young against me and kissed her.

"Mmph…!"

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She clearly hadn't expected me to start with a kiss. Her body jerked as she tried to resist, and then she shoved me away.

"Pwah… A k-kiss? …Are you insane?!"

"You already sucked my cock. What's a kiss compared to that?"

With my other hand, I hiked up her skirt. Lifting that neat office miniskirt revealed stockings wrapped snug around her firm thighs. I slid my right hand up along one of them and pushed my fingers against her pussy. Her crotch was already soaked through — I could feel the dampness even on the outside of the fabric.

"I can tear these, right?"

"N-no! I didn't bring a spare pair!"

That wasn't a lie. What I saw in her eyes wasn't excitement — it was genuine anxiety.

Riiip—

"Ah…"

"A-young. You need to think about your position before you talk."

If she didn't have a spare pair, she could just go without. We were short on time. She could at least play along this much.

"What's this. Why aren't you wearing any panties?"

"I-I forgot…"

"…"

Baek A-young hung her head. Coming to volunteer at an orphanage with no panties on… Just how far was she planning to take this? No matter how I looked at it, she ought to be grateful she was having sex with me. If some other, genuinely terrible man had gotten his hands on her, who knew what kind of hell she would have gone through.

Her pussy welcomed my fingers like a virgin who had been waiting for a man's touch, yielding with a wet squelch. She was so soaked I didn't even need to tease her. This was a pussy optimized for a quick one-and-done.

"Did you get wet from the kiss?"

"Th-there's no way I'd get wet from a sloppy kiss like that!"

"Sure, sure. Hands on the wall and stick your ass out."

"Kh…"

Her voice was full of indignation, but her body planted its hands against the wall without a moment's hesitation.

"Nnh, hah, don't…"

I slowly worked my fingers over her pussy, the wet sounds obscene in the quiet.

"You really did come here wanting to get used, didn't you… There's no other reason you'd be this soaked."

"Th-that's not—ahh…"

"Should I stop, then? Honestly, it does prick my conscience a little."

I pressed my rock-hard cock against her entrance and gave it a few prodding thrusts. A flood of her juices ran down my shaft and onto my body.

"S-s-stop…"

I pushed in.

"As if I'd stop, Saint. How could I give up a pussy that clamps down this tight?"

I drove my cock into Baek A-young as she wrestled with the decision of a lifetime.

"Aaaahn! S-suddenly…!"

"A-young. It hasn't even been that long, but it seems like you already missed my cock. That's one hell of a welcome."

Her pussy was tight, but soft and so wet that I could move easily.

"Hngh… H-hurry up and finish already…"

She put on a tough act, trying to cling to her pride, but the juices spilling from her only grew wetter.

The Saint was already drowning in that feeling of doing something forbidden, flailing in it with no intention of climbing out.

"A-young. Want to pick up where we left off earlier?"

I thrust deep, angling up. Baek A-young liked being stabbed toward the front wall of her pussy. A heroine's sweet spots registered with me on instinct.

"Aahn… W-what were we doing earlier…!"

"Playing house. Try calling me darling."

I slammed into her hard and fast, deep enough that her ass compressed against my hips. The moment I proposed playing house while driving into her most sensitive spot, a fresh wave of transgression seemed to hit her — her whole body gave a violent shudder.

"Th-that's the most ridiculous thing I've ever—ahh!"

"Why? You like it, don't you. Calling the man who took your virginity by force — the man who's raping you right now — darling while he does it. Hmm? You don't want that?"

The instant those words left my mouth, her pussy clenched down on my cock with staggering force. Baek A-young answered through a moan that had grown far more ragged.

"Hnnngh…! Nnhhh… S-saying something like that… haaahn…"

Apparently getting those words out of her own mouth was too much, no matter how she felt. I'd have to give her a little help.

"Not gonna call me darling? Want me to leak the photos? Hmm?"

"I-I'm ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠sorry… just not the photos… haaak, hah. Nnhhh… please. D-darling…"

I left a handprint on the ass currently impaled on my cock.

"D-darling. Hngh. Th-that hurts. Nnnnhhh…!"

I kept snapping my hips and spanking her in rhythm, and her reactions only grew more violent. She said it hurt, but her pussy squeezed my cock harder and harder. The stimulation and the pressure became so intense that I slipped out of her a little.

"Hah… wait? Haaahn… darling…"

Startled by the sudden loss of that fullness, Baek A-young instinctively pushed her ass back toward me, lining herself up so I could drive back in with ease. I quietly activated the video recording on my smartwatch and captured her getting fucked from behind.

"Fuck, you're clamping down so hard. I'm gonna come."

"N-not inside… darling, haaaahn!"

"You can just pull it out with magic afterward. Coming!"

"Nnh. I-I don't want…!!! I-I love it…"

That last part was barely a whisper, but pressed this close I heard it perfectly. My cock pulsed and spilled inside her.

"Hah. That was quick, wasn't it?"

"Hah… nnh…"

Baek A-young had collapsed, her legs giving out, gasping for breath.

We didn't have time for another round. I held out my cock, still hard, toward Baek A-young.

"Darling. Clean this up for me, at least."

"Mmh. Darling…"

Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked me clean.

We staggered our return to the orphanage so no one would get suspicious. We'd been gone for over thirty minutes, and a few people seemed a little concerned, but once we said we'd stepped out to take a call, nobody questioned it.

Nobody except one person.

Elise had been staring at me from the moment I walked back in, and she was still staring five minutes later. Shit. What the hell. Did she see something?

Baek A-young came back shortly after. She looked exactly like her usual self, as if nothing had happened — except the stockings were gone. She walked in with bare legs showing beneath her formal miniskirt. Nobody else seemed to notice, but Elise's eyes dropped to Baek A-young's legs this time too.

"Saint. Don't you have a spare pair of stockings? Shall I lend you one of mine?"

"Huh? Ah, yes. That's right. They suddenly ran. Haha…"

Elise lent her the stockings with a look of genuine concern, but from where I was standing, it felt more like a warning. I'm certain nobody saw us…

I had been thorough about matching Baek A-young's play. I'd spread my mana sense through the surrounding area to check if anyone was approaching, and not a single person had left the building while we were having sex. Hmm. Was I just imagining it?

"Cadet Lee Ho-yeon. Cadet Elise. Could you come over here?"

The photographer called us over from a desk on the other side of the room.

"Next we'll be shooting you giving the children a lesson. Don't worry — when I say lesson, I don't mean anything difficult. Simple dances, drawing, that sort of thing."

The kids at this orphanage spanned a wide range of ages, and the ones around five years old apparently had occasional lessons like this, the same way they would at a daycare. This time the concept was that we would be guest teachers for a day, playing with the children while the cameras rolled.

"Alright then, who wants to go first?"

"I'll go first."

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I preferred to get things like this over with. If you were going to take a beating anyway, better to take it fast.

"Do you have the lesson content prepared?"

"Yes, yes. The first lesson is a dance, and the second is drawing."

I should have gone second.

"Alright, everyone… l-like this. One, twooo, threee, fourrr."

I was doing a song-and-dance routine in front of about ten children. The camera was diligently recording every second of it, and behind the lens the director, the childcare teachers, Elise, and Baek A-young were all watching me dance.

"Cadet Ho-yeon, you're a good dancer~."

"I know, right~? Why don't you just get a job here while you're at it? Hoho."

God, this was so mortifying I could die. The kids were watching with genuine delight, and the adults were looking at me with warm, fond eyes. The photographer was staring into his camera with total seriousness. Baek A-young and Elise weren't the type to tease someone over something like this, so they just watched the lesson with blank expressions. Was I the only weirdo here? Why was everyone taking this so seriously?

I ended up finishing the entire hour-long lesson doing nothing but dance moves.

"Yaaay — a round of applause for the big brother who worked so hard!"

One of the childcare teachers came forward and handed me a drink, thanking me for my effort.

"Thank you for your haaard work!"

"Yaaay!"

The kids had genuinely enjoyed themselves. They crowded in to hug me and say thank you.

"Thank you. Thank you so much."

I fanned my burning face and walked over to the photographer.

"Did it come out alright?"

"Cadet Ho-yeon looks good even when I shoot you casually. You've got the looks for it."

The photographer gave me an easy grin and showed me the footage.

There I was, waving my arms around in front of a bunch of kids.

"Yes, yes. Thank you."

I was too embarrassed to even look.

"Next is Cadet Elise? Please get the drawing lesson ready. This is the last shoot, so let's ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠finish strong."

"Understood."

Whew. At least my part was over, so I could relax a little. I'd rest while they filmed Elise. That was the plan, until I checked on Baek A-young.

…I sighed despite myself. Yeah, right. Rest? I needed to keep moving.

I turned to the childcare teacher standing beside me.

"Excuse me — where's the restroom?"

"It's a bit of a walk from here. Go to the end of the first-floor hallway and turn right."

"Thank you."

I headed toward the restroom at an unhurried pace, glancing back at Baek A-young. She had been sneaking looks at me too, so our eyes met almost immediately.

Fol. Low. Me.

I mouthed the words, signaling her to come after me.

"Nnh…"

The moment she caught the signal, Baek A-young whipped her head around, checking whether anyone had seen.

I waited at the end of the first-floor hallway. A moment later, she appeared.

"What are you thinking…! Weren't we done earlier?"

I slipped my fingers up under her skirt.

"Nnhhh…!"

"You even prepped yourself, and you're still going to act like this."

I barely had to flick my fingers around her pussy for her juices to make the most obscene wet sounds.

"Ah, ahh…"

Baek A-young bent at the waist and grabbed my hand with both of hers.

"You like it too, A-young. Come this way. Quickly."

"I-I don't like it…! Hn!"

I led her into the men's restroom with my fingers still inside her, then pulled her into the farthest stall and locked the door. Just to be safe, I didn't forget to put up a Rune Barrier as well.

"Why so suddenly…"

Why so suddenly? I was the one who should have been confused.

I had only glanced at her status window and called her over because she clearly wanted it. It was a little unsettling how her affection shot up during the rape play and then snapped right back the moment it ended. And after having sex with her, a (+0.1) had appeared next to her affection value. That was probably the affection boost from my semen that the God of Bets had mentioned.

Baek A-young was staring a hole through the zipper of my pants. I answered that look by opening it and pulling my cock out.

"On your knees."

I sat down on the toilet and spread my legs.

"H-here…?"

She echoed the order back at me, startled.

"Yes. Hurry. Someone's going to come. You know that if anyone walks in, both of us are socially dead, right?"

"…"

Baek A-young knelt on the floor. Without stockings, her bare knees hit the tile, which had to hurt — but this woman would probably enjoy that too.

"…Hahp. Slurp…"

"You don't even need to be told what to do anymore."

"That's because you… mmph."

She started to say something, so I grabbed her head and pushed it down. We had a little more time this round, so I had no intention of rushing it the way I had before, finishing in a flash. I was curious whether taking it slow would raise her affection even more — and besides, this shameless woman deserved to be satisfied. We couldn't meet that often. The least I could do was give it everything I had when we did.

"Mmh… slurp… hah… hah… i-it's too much. I can't."

Baek A-young had been diligently licking up my shaft and taking the head into her mouth. Then, out of nowhere, she pulled off and started acting like it was too hard. What was it this time?

"…"

"I-it's too hard… khmm."

She was clearing her throat with a fake cough, still insisting she couldn't handle it. Something about dealing with this woman always stoked the filthy, ugly desires buried deep inside me.

"I was just starting to enjoy myself… for fuck's sake."

I grabbed Baek A-young by both sides of her hair, putting on an irritated act.