Chapter 102
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 102
Chapter Title: Sunbae, You Love Drinking Cum, Don't You? (♡)
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Sunbae, you love drinking cum, don't you? (♡)
Unlike Korea, where I could pick anyone and fuck them raw.
Without Baek Hee-jin around here, the only option worth considering was Rachel Zegler, but her constant trips made it harder than expected to line up schedules.
Jennifer, Catherine, and Melody were still under construction—no touching yet.
They'd all end up as my personal fuckholes eventually, but not quite yet.
"Kyaa! Y-You're too rough...?!"
I shoved Han Woo-hee through the dorm entrance and slammed the door shut.
Her heels clicked unsteadily as she stumbled, and I yanked her skirt down.
"F-Fuck, wash up! Wash first...!"
She put up a token resistance, but I dragged her white panties down too, leaving her bottomless, then forced her waist to bend.
"Shut up and stick your ass out already."
"Eut...!"
I pushed her hands onto the bed and hastily stripped off my pants.
Han Woo-hee seemed to give up, bracing herself on the bed and glancing back at me.
Beneath her still-buttoned white blouse, her pale ass was on full display.
Unlike the prim act she'd put on after so long apart, her pussy was already twitching with eager anticipation.
I gripped one side of her waist and shoved fingers into her slit.
*Squish, squelch, squelch, schluck-!*
Already soaked from the trip over, her pussy welcomed my fingers by gushing juices everywhere.
Too impatient for foreplay, I pulled my fingers out and replaced them with something else.
*Schluck-!*
"Ahk, hng, s-so suddenly...?!"
I knew it was inconsiderate.
But I pounded her ass so hard it clapped with every slap.
"Sunbae, quit nitpicking when you're such a slut. Shouldn't you be shaking your ass in thanks when I fuck you? Not gonna write about it on Twitter?"
Maybe because it had been so long, she arched ridiculously every time I thrust deep.
*Squelch, squelch, slap, schluuuck-!*
I grabbed her hips so she couldn't escape and shook my waist wildly.
Her back, braced on the bed, gradually curved until it stiffened straight up, making even me tingle.
Unable to hold back, she clutched the sheets and begged me in a watery voice.
"Hak, eung, hng, j-just a little! S-Slower...!"
"Sorry, sunbae. I'm in a rush. Let me bust at least three times first, then we'll talk."
The bedroom filled only with my beastly panting and Han Woo-hee's melting moans.
I gripped her ass and lower belly, swinging my hips madly.
Finally, with climax surging to my head, I yanked her ass back and pressed my tip right against her womb.
*Spurt, splurt, spluuurt-!*
"Ooh, oooh! C-Cumming, cumming agaaaain-!!"
True to the deal, that was the third load into Han Woo-hee's pussy.
Coming to my senses, I realized we were both drenched in sweat.
I'd unhooked her bra midway to grope her tits, but left the white blouse on.
Now soaked through, it clung transparently to her pale skin.
I grabbed the chin of Han Woo-hee, still shuddering from aftershocks, and gently turned her face.
Her drool had flowed so much that my fingers felt the slick, sticky saliva.
Even after such a one-sided fuck just to vent my urges, she panted with a face melted white in pleasure.
"Hek, hek... I'm done, gonna die... Let me rest a bit...!"
Fair enough.
After a long flight, she must be exhausted—I'd pushed too hard.
But ending it like this felt unsatisfying.
"Sunbae, you hungry?"
"Uh, y-yeah...?"
"I'll let you rest if you suck one last load out of me with your mouth."
I forced her wobbly, strengthless body to kneel before me and shoved my cock in her face.
"You used to gulp down five or more a day. It's been so long—gotta have at least one before resting. Sunbae, you love drinking cum, right?"
That dredged up bad memories; her face twisted delightfully for a moment.
But with a deep sigh, she swept back her sweat-matted hair and slowly took my cock into her mouth.
"Ahm..."
"Lick between the glans and shaft too. Yeah, like that."
*Slurp, slurrrp, smack-.*
After gulping down that fresh, just-milked semen milkshake, Han Woo-hee collapsed on the bed without even wiping off her makeup.
I gently stroked her fragrant hair and asked.
"So, audition coming up soon?"
Her half-lidded eyes, on the verge of sleep, mumbled through slack lips.
"Mmm... Not here, though... An indie film company in New York..."
From her story, it wasn't just a visit. Rachel had introduced her to an indie lead role audition, so she'd flown here first.
Of course, with 2,400 miles (about 4,000 km) between here and New York, she'd need another long flight.
Guess she was that cock-starved to endure it.
In that case, I'd fill her tank to the brim before she left.
"Sounds pretty tight on time."
"Mmm? Yeah... It is."
"Okay, got it. Rest up good today, sunbae. Tomorrow before you go, I'll fuck your pussy and ass raw—prep properly. Lube's in the nightstand drawer."
"Uh... B-But gentle enough to walk..."
Actress before slut, huh? She was worried about the audition—a valid concern.
"Fine. I'll fuck you nice and gentle. Come back after your shoot tomorrow evening, and I'll pound you then. Rest till then."
With everything said, I covered her eyes with my palm.
"Sleep."
Her eyes covered, she was snoring softly within ten seconds.
The Morgan sisters roamed America exorcising as their family trade.
Catherine Morgan and Jennifer Morgan.
Season 3 kicks off when they find corpses brutally slaughtered and dumped at a mountain trailhead.
Even for the Morgan sisters, hardened to such horrors, the sight was too gruesome to linger on.
Flesh and organs shredded by sharp claws, already starting to rot after some time.
Watching from afar, older sister Catherine pinched her nose and turned away.
- Fuck. This is bullshit. Jennifer, think a bear did it?
Younger sister Jennifer stayed composed but covered her nose with her collar against the rotting stench as she examined the bodies.
- Maybe...
Maybe for real.
Maybe they were just unlucky.
A slim chance, but something that could happen in reality.
But.
A ghoul that became a cannibal devouring buried corpses with strong grudges.
A wendigo from Native American lore—a miner starved and corrupted into eating human flesh.
Werewolf, said to be extinct but transforming under full moons.
Unlike oblivious normals.
They faced more possibilities. Harsh, headache-inducing ones.
It was tragic and heartbreaking.
- Ugh. Can't look at this sane. Jennifer, looks like a bear—report it and move on. Stick around, and I'll smell like a corpse; that hot guy from the bar might run.
Absurd, Jennifer squatted by the body and looked up at her.
- My god! Catherine, please! Look at these marks—not just torn, the body's desiccated! Since when do bears suck blood?
- What? Bloodsucking marks?
Shoving Jennifer aside, Catherine knelt by the corpse, nose plugged, scrutinizing the neck.
She stood abruptly with a deep sigh.
Pulling a flask from her pocket, she chugged it and grumbled.
- Sigh... Looks like we're flipping this mountain at night again. Damn. Should've fucked that hot guy yesterday. Cursed life...
Massaging her aching brow, Catherine watched Jennifer murmur gravely.
- Something's off... Marks are clearly vampire. But why leave so much blood? Wouldn't die from blood loss alone... Cause of death looks like these wounds.
Catherine kicked a rock at her feet.
- Guess the blood tasted like shit, spat it out midway. Whatever, nothing we can do at night. Head to the nearby village.