Volunteer Work with Baek A-young! (4)

It wasn't like this at the start.

Baek A-young watched Lee Ho-yeon's class and wondered ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠how things had ever come to this.

"Haa..."

She was well aware of her own abnormal sexual desires. Having received a proper education, she naturally understood that masturbating to fantasies of being raped by a man who couldn't control his instincts was not normal. Acknowledging those desires, however, was another matter entirely.

She had spent nights treating the critically injured while secretly hoping to be raped, then stayed up until dawn touching herself only to drown in self-loathing afterward — and still she had denied it. She told herself she wasn't that kind of pervert.

But after having sex with Lee Ho-yeon behind the building earlier, she had finally understood. Being kissed and raped by the man who had forcibly taken her first time, calling him darling all the while — it was a situation that would have made any other woman want to bite her tongue and die. Baek A-young had never been more aroused.

She was an undeniable pervert.

"Alright, one. Twooo. Threeee. Fourrr."

In front of the children, Lee Ho-yeon was doing a cute little dance routine. It was almost unbelievable that a face like that could belong to someone who had sex so viciously.

Her heart hammered in her chest.

I'm getting wet...

Now, just looking at that face was enough to conjure memories of Lee Ho-yeon's rough, violent sex. Rushed but never clumsy. Brutal yet refined. It was a pleasure she had never felt before — one that shook the very values she had built her life upon.

Baek A-young had been mistaken. What she craved was not the instinctive desire that surfaced in dangerous situations. She wanted a man to slam his lust into her without filter, to treat her like a tool for sexual relief. The instinctive urge was merely an assistant — lubricant for that kind ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠of play.

But Lee Ho-yeon was garbage in the purest sense: instinctive lust itself. If she let this man go now, when would she ever find another like him?

Listening to his class, she had given herself a thorough examination and roughly sorted things out in her head.

I just want to be pinned under that man, getting his cock rammed into me until I come.

That was the conclusion Baek A-young had reached. And once she had, even just looking at his face started to turn her on.

No. I have to restrain myself.

This is a place where children live and learn. Having sex here...

Just imagining it made her pussy soak—

"Ahem! Ahem-hem! Cough, cough!"

"Saintess, are you feeling unwell?"

"Ah, it's nothing."

She couldn't stop her arousal. Her gaze drifted to Lee Ho-yeon's crotch. She wanted to see the massive cock hidden inside — to smell it, taste it, soak it wet with her saliva and wrap her lips around it softly.

The subject of Baek A-young's fantasies was not herself. It was Lee Ho-yeon. She wanted him to ram his cock down her throat and cum. She wanted him to pinch her clitoris as he pushed into her pussy, to spank her ass while taking her from behind. She wanted him to ignore her pleas to stop and keep thrusting, to find even her pussy insufficient and go after her ass as well.

Ahhh...

No matter how hard she tried to stop them, these filthy, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠disgusting desires wouldn't cease. What would the people who called her a saintess think if they knew her true nature?

Baek A-young felt how thoroughly soaked she was beneath her empty, bare miniskirt.

"Thank you for your hard work."

Lee Ho-yeon's class had finally ended.

Look this way.

She gazed at him, repeating the words in her heart. She knew there was a high chance he wouldn't call for her, and yet she hoped and wished.

Call for me.

Soon their eyes met. Lee Ho-yeon mouthed a signal.

Fol. Low. Me.

"Nnh...!"

How? Had he read her mind?

No. He just wants my body.

He was using her as a tool to relieve his sexual desire. He even had leverage over her. Whenever, wherever, whatever play he demanded, Baek A-young would have to go along with it.

I love it so much...

And that was exactly what she had been longing for.

Deepthroating in an orphanage bathroom. What kind of perverted shit was this. She was the one who wanted it, though, so it wasn't like I could refuse.

"I was just starting to enjoy myself... damn it."

I grabbed both sides of Baek A-young's hair and yanked her toward my crotch.

"Aaagh...! Hhghk... mmph... slurp."

"That's better. Your throat feels good too, A-young."

"Ghk. Slurp. Shlurp..."

Baek A-young made choking sounds and still sucked my cock with everything she had. She was far more aggressive than she'd been behind the building earlier — apparently finishing in a single round last time had left her enormously unsatisfied.

I pulled her hair and thrust my hips forward. She winced as if her throat hurt, but her tongue never stopped working, so it didn't seem all that bad.

"Suck harder, A-young. I want to cum soon, so you'll have to put in more effort."

I threw myself into the rape play, using one hand to yank the back of her head. My cock drove into her throat, and a delicious sensation rolled through me. That feeling of forcing my way into a hole too tight to take me never got old.

"Mmph... ghk... slurp. Khhk, khhk..."

Smack, smack.

Baek A-young suddenly started slapping my thighs with both hands.

"What."

I reflexively let go of her hair.

"Ghhk, cough. Cough. Haa, haa... khhk."

"A-young, are you all right?"

Had I gone too deep? I'd gotten too absorbed in the rape play. This was only supposed to be a scene.

Never mind, then.

I had no idea what it would take to satisfy this woman.

"Haa, haah. Khp. Cough, cough."

Baek A-young's face had gone red. She kept one hand on her chest and coughed over and over. And she was doing all that while wanting it even deeper. What the hell was I supposed to do with her. What a goddamn pervert.

"A-young. Stop being dramatic and lift your head."

"Cough. B-but my throat..."

"If it's too hard, I'll help you."

I unbuckled the leather belt around my waist, looped it around the back of her still-coughing head, and pulled her ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠face right up to my cock.

"Mmph...?!"

Her mouth closed around me. I hooked the belt over my hips and pulled it as tight as it would go.

"Mmph, nnngh... ahhgk..."

Her mouth and nose pressed so close they might as well have fused with my cock. I locked the buckle.

"Mmph... nnghk... mm-mmph."

Her face flushed scarlet, her eyes bloodshot with genuine distress. She shook her head from side to side, making muffled sounds that seemed to say this was going too far.

"I helped you, A-young, so at least move your tongue. If you just sit there like that, you might actually suffocate, you know?"

I bent at the waist. With both hands free, I groped her breasts. Soft enough that I could have spent hours just touching them.

"Nngh! Nnnmmph! Nnggghk..."

"Oh. Your throat tightens up when I touch your chest... that's nice."

"Ghk... haahmph... hhhnk..."

Unable to breathe around my cock, Baek A-young's eyes started to well with tears.

Why was she getting off on a crisis of all things. And for all that talk, she was absolutely not going to die. An active hunter keeling over because she had a cock in her throat would have been the real surprise.

I took my hands off her chest and gripped the back of her head tight.

"I'm going to put it in deep. Pay close attention to how far it goes."

I seized her head, pulled, and drove my hips forward.

"Ghhhgk... khhmp. Slurp. Haahk..."

I buried my cock as far as it would go, leaving not even a sliver of space. There had been a little more room after all — it sank in to the root. The cock that had punched through her mouth grazed her uvula and reached all the way to her throat bulge.

"Can you feel it, A-young? It's in as deep as it can go."

"Nnmmph... khp... shlurp."

For some reason, she looked satisfied. Every time she swallowed, her throat twitched and squeezed around my cock.

"Ghk... shlurp..."

She could barely breathe, and still she worked her tongue along the shaft and flexed her throat with impressive dedication. I savored that sensation and came in the deepest part of her throat.

Gulp. Gulp.

My semen never even passed over her tongue. It went straight down her throat.

"Haa... that really does feel like I'm being wrung dry."

"Nngh... gulp. Hhghk..."

"Fuu..."

I finished emptying every last drop and unbuckled the belt. My cock slid free of her mouth.

Schlrrp—

Her throat had been completely sealed. The cock came out with a wet, obscene sound.

"Haahk, cough, cough. Mmph."

"Don't throw up. That semen's too good to waste. If you puke, I might leak those photos, you know?"

"Hhhk. Mmph... gulp, gulp."

Baek A-young forced back down the semen that had started climbing her esophagus. The sense of conquest that came from making a woman swallow filled my entire body.

"Haa... haa... I swallowed it all."

"You really do have a talent for being a cumdump, A-young."

"A... a cumdump..."

She made a face that couldn't decide whether she hated it or loved it. Watching her wrestle with something like that suddenly made her look so cute I wanted to mess with her.

"Want to make a bet with me?"

I pulled Baek A-young to her feet, sat down on the closed toilet lid, and settled her on top of me. The fact that we were about to have sex on a bathroom toilet only made my cock harder.

"A bet?"

"Yes. We have sex right now. If you climax before I do, I win. If I cum first, you win."

I brought the head of my cock to her entrance. Her pussy coated me in sticky juices as if it had been waiting for this.

"I-if I win, what do I get?"

"If you win, I'll delete every photo I took and never call you again. If you lose, I get to take pictures in whatever pose I want. How about it?"

"...Fine! You're on!"

Her expression said, why would you even bother with something this pointless. Not that it mattered — even if I lost, I still had the video. I just wanted to see how she'd react if I put it that way.

"Sit on me properly. So you can move easily."

"Ugh, I-I don't want to..."

She said she didn't want to, then shifted her position several times until she found one that was comfortable for me.

"I'm putting it in."

I grabbed the hips of the still-adjusting Baek A-young and pulled her down.

"Hihk.... Ah, aaahn..."

The moment my cock entered her, she surrendered her weight to me and wrapped both arms around my shoulders.

"What, giving up already? That's a posture for someone who just wants to come undone."

"I-I'm not! I'm just tired.... I can't even feel anything yet."

"Kh! Your pussy's so tight I might cum. Losing like this..."

"Ahhk! Nnnn... aaaahn!"

I played with her a little, and she started rolling her own hips, offering up her weak spots all by herself. When I jabbed the upper wall of her pussy with my cock, her entire body jerked and twitched in response.

"Ah... aaaahn! I'm coming! Haahk!"

Baek A-young climaxed almost immediately, squirting fluid as she came. She slumped against me, spent, but her pussy kept writhing and milking my cock. I eased her off my chest just enough to flick her nipples with my fingers.

"Oooohk... I came! Haahk! I lost! Nnnn!"

"Come on, you haven't even come yet. Don't lie."

"I-I really did cooome... hiiiik! Stop touching my niples.... Ooh..."

Until now she'd kept up the reluctant act even while we had sex. Something in her must have shifted — there wasn't much acting this time.

Pinch. Pinch.

Every time I pinched her nipples, her pussy clamped down on my cock in a deliciously tight squeeze.

"You like your nipples, huh? I give them a good working over and your pussy pays me back."

"Aaahn.... I-I hate iiit! Haahn!"

I was enjoying the rape play, toying with Baek A-young, when—

Bzzzt—

"Huh?"

The mana detection I'd spread around had just picked up a person.