Chapter 82

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Translator: MadScientist

Chapter: 82

Chapter Title: Thrust Like a Beast ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠(♡)

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Quietly chuckling to herself, Han Woo-hee slipped out of the villa.

Rachel flopped down onto the sofa and spoke to the masked man.

"Do you understand English at all?"

He nodded hesitantly.

Watching him nod ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠slowly instead of answering, Rachel let out a laugh.

"Don't wanna talk, huh? Cute. Whatever, doesn't matter. I'll have you moaning cutely in no time. Come here."

The masked man hesitated for a moment but slowly approached the sofa where Rachel sat.

It was ridiculous.

'Men are all the same.'

The masked man seemed reluctant about doing this with her, yet his pants were noticeably more bulging than before.

As if harboring some kind of anticipation.

Finally looking up at the man towering before her, Rachel thought.

'Pretty big for an Asian guy?'

Even through his baggy tracksuit, his well-trained body was evident. And...

"Haah... To think I'd find something like this in Korea."

Rachel reached out and gently caressed the masked man's crotch. She could feel it hardening in real time.

Unable to hold back any longer, Rachel stood from the sofa and knelt before the masked man. With both hands, she tugged down his tracksuit bottoms.

And in that instant, a long slab of flesh sprang into view before her eyes.

Flop-.

Half-erect and impressively thick, his cock unfurled right in front of Rachel's face.

Even though she'd had some inkling, Rachel gasped involuntarily.

A thrilling shiver raced through her entire body.

With data on countless men stored in her mind, that thrill only intensified.

Trembling hands lifted the masked man's cock as if cradling it, then her fingers curled around it, gripping firmly.

"Ha, haha..."

Rachel's body twitched.

In her grasp, the cock swelled even larger in an instant.

Length rivaling a black man's, girth matching a white man's.

Plus the signature Asian rigidity.

The masked man's cock, too thick to fully encircle, throbbed rigidly in a way that belied its size.

Rachel's eyes glazed over.

"Fucking hallelujah..."

Unthinkingly, she pressed her lips to the masked man's glans.

Mwah-.

Then...

In one go, Rachel took the masked man's glans into her mouth.

With practiced motions, she gripped the shaft with her hand while her lips slid over the head.

It wasn't even deep, but her jaw already ached slightly.

The masked man's cock glistened with Rachel's saliva, and the wide room filled with the wet sounds of her sucking.

Slurp, schlop, slurp, schlurp-!

"Mmph...?!"

Rachel's eyes widened at the masked man's cock gaining even more volume in her mouth.

It exceeded her wildest imagination.

Her pussy twitched and itched unbearably.

"Pah...!"

Spitting out the masked man's cock, Rachel shot to her feet and began stripping frantically. She yanked up her gray bra top and tossed her training pants aside carelessly.

"First, let's see how we play based on the taste of this dick. So—."

Now naked, Rachel climbed onto the sofa, spread her legs, and beckoned the masked man. Wiping the drool that had dribbled from her mouth while sucking his cock, she said,

"Don't think. Just thrust like a beast."

Her face smeared with lust, Rachel tossed her disheveled blonde hair back and stared at the masked man.

Throb, throb-.

Whether his reason had shut down or not, gone was his earlier hesitation. The masked man strode to the sofa, his fully swollen cock throbbing wildly.

Squelch-.

The masked man roughly spread Rachel's pussy and mounted her.

The flushed, enticing glans brushed her entrance, hot to the touch.

His cock kept throbbing, teasing her pussy.

Anticipating that thing inside her, Rachel held her breath—only to exhale sharply at his teasing motions.

"Hurry up and thrus—."

Splurt-.

Suddenly, his rock-hard lower abs slammed against her belly.

"Guh, guhck...?!"

A scorching sensation like being pierced straight through stole her breath.

The Asian actors she'd been with were usually timid in bed, embracing gently as if considerate, moving their hips slowly.

Sure, it varied by race or individual build, but Rachel never truly ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠felt satisfied with that timid sex. Especially not with Asian sizes.

So with Asian actors, she'd always add one line.

— 'Thrust like a beast.'

Just a habit.

She'd said it unconsciously, like always.

But...

Slam, slam, slam, slam, splam-!

For some reason, the masked man snapped, yanking her hips wildly and pounding his cock into her savagely.

Far beyond her expectations, merciless thrusting.

"Hng, hngh, wha...?!"

Gasping roughly, Rachel tried to push the masked man away.

"W-Wait! Are you cra, crazy?! Ack! Aack, wh-what?!"

Pounding her fists on his chest, Rachel yelled, but he pinned her wrists and kept swinging his hips.

Slam, slam, slam, slam, slam-!

Mind-numbing thrusting.

No trace of 'consideration'—just brutal, mindless pistoning.

With her wrists gripped and neck pressed down, Rachel could only watch wide-eyed as the masked man's cock plunged mercilessly into her pussy.

Light yellow pubic hair.

Veiny shaft slamming in ruthlessly. Dizzyingly withdrawing streeetch, then squelching back in—like a rollercoaster.

Except the loops were brutally short.

Squelch, squelch, squelch, squelch, sqeelch-!

"Ngh, nghp, nngh...?!"

Unable to open her mouth properly with her neck pinned, Rachel squeezed moans through clenched teeth, clinging to her sanity.

'Fuck. If you just cum once...'

Excited like a bull seeing red, but still.

If he was a man...

'Hurry... up...'

Men regain reason after cumming.

Rachel closed her eyes and endured.

"Nghk, khp, khhk...!"

But.

Her hope that she'd regain control after he came was pure delusion.

After one round on the sofa, the masked man scooped up her limp body and carried her to a bedroom stocked with sex toys.

Second round, third, fourth—endless ecstasy.

When she came to...

"Heok, uhheok...?!"

Rachel had a round ball gag in her mouth. Playfully, the masked man was thrusting his cock into her pussy and pulling out.

Drool-.

Each time, thick semen gushed back from her pussy, soiling the bed.

But lost to pleasure, Rachel clung to his shoulders with both hands, begging for more thrusts. Her eyes rolled back white, panting desperately.

"Heok...! Heuk...!"

Drool spilled messily from the gaps around her gag.

I looked down at Rachel, who gazed at me with desperate eyes.

The corners of her gagged mouth twitched, drool spilling out, while her pale blue eyes were hazed over like she'd been drugged.

I stopped teasing her and overlapped our bodies again, slamming my cock into Rachel.

"Khmp, kehk...?!"

Squelch, squelch, sqelch, squelch, squelch-!

I mounted her so hard the sturdy bed frame rattled. Rachel wept tears of joy, coughing and keening.

And soon.

Feeling my climax build, I lightly choked her neck.

Her wrecked pussy clenched gently around my cock.

I seized the moment, thrusting furiously. And...

Spurt, splurt, spuuurt-!

'Fifth time?'

I'd lost count.

But.

I knew this was Rachel's third talent absorbed.

But it was useless anyway. Absorbing it meant nothing.

With Baek Hee-jin, useless talents came with rewards to grow others. Here, nothing.

Mammon's whim?

Or did it know I had no intention of keeping this slut?

After finishing, I slowly released her neck.

"Keh, kehk, khp, kghuh..."

Choked and overwhelmed by pleasure, Rachel's face was a mess.

Her pussy was so loose from all the abuse that thrusting lacked punch, and the next talent wasn't tempting either.

Her ass probably too...

'Do I really need 100% subordination?'

I spread her cum-and-juice-soaked ass cheeks slightly.

It gaped loosely, fluttering—well-used.

"Eh, fuck it. Let's stop."