Don't Touch My Dick!
"Don't touch my dick!"
Clack clack clack clack. A wordless provocation. Had I ever felt this irritated toward someone I'd never even met?
Clack clack clack clack—!
"O… Oppa, what's wrong? You… you didn't like it after all, did you?"
"N-no, that's not it. It was really good."
What kind of guy would hate that? Of course it was good. So good that my throbbing, fully erect cock showed no signs of going down. I could still feel the soft, moist touch of Kim Chaerin's lips brushing against my glans.
No denying it—seeing my dick fully hard and leaking precum was proof of the massive physical and mental stimulation I'd felt. The girl known nationwide as the "nation's little sister," the culprit behind countless guys wasting tissues. For a girl like that to personally pull down my pants and underwear with those slender, delicate hands, then kiss my glans? How could I not love it…?
But right now, I was pent up with frustration. Forget the math—after solving the basic equation, you at least need to sniff some calculus to claim you've studied! Skipping straight to a dick kiss without even holding hands first? She should've jerked me off with her hand, sucked me dry with her mouth, or at least sandwiched it between those confident tits for a paizuri!
After that surprise glans smooch, she blushed bright red, grinned ear to ear, and dressed me again. I couldn't say a word.
"Th-this… why… won't it… go… up… ugh… it's too… big… it won't… fit… won't fitttt…!"
I just stared blankly as Kim Chaerin struggled to pull up my panties and pants.
Doing anything here would've been ridiculous, and pulling them up myself felt lame. Forcing things didn't even cross my mind. Sure, I wanted to gently push her down, climb on top… but the shock had frozen my brain. My body went rigid like I'd been hit by an ice attack.
"Is… is that… it?"
To my pathetic question, she clutched her face and shook her head furiously. "Ah… so embarrassing…."
A serious talk about her actions seemed impossible. In the end, I took out my unresolved lust on Iris, the old elf I'd just been starting to accept as a soul partner.
From panty flash to dick kiss—I'd thought we'd dive straight into high gear. The emptiness a guy feels when those expectations shatter is beyond words.
Old elf bitch… I had high hopes, but her education methods are fucked!
If she'd started with something light like interlocking fingers, I could've pictured a heart-fluttering cute scene. But no—a panty flip, followed by a sneak dick kiss! Kim Chaerin must've had a shitty sex ed teacher. Elf, spirit, whatever—she probably learned from some female otaku gallery like "101 Ways to Seduce a Man." Hell, Iris probably trash-talks me where I can't see her anyway.
Clack clack clack clack—!!!
"Th-this is… harassment…!!!"
As I kept grinding my teeth, Kim Chaerin grabbed my cheeks with both hands to calm me.
"Eek!!! I said stop… I never permitted this!!!"
Her hands, which had started gently, clenched hard—crack—and yanked my cheeks. My eyes widened at the pull.
She stared at me, trembling, helpless against her own hands. Clearly, Iris was puppeteering her body to stop my one-man protest.
Even as my mouth stretched painfully, my eyes locked on the gap in Kim Chaerin's collar below. Her proudly protruding tits peeked teasingly—way hotter than if she'd flashed them outright.
"Ugh… stop it!!! You're never speaking again!!!"
She finally yanked her hands off my face and yelled into the air (probably at Iris). Her face turned beet red as she shouted at me again.
"What? What is it!? Why?! Huh?!"
Looking closely, she was staring past me, spouting weird shit again. For a second, I thought Iris had appeared behind me—goosebumps exploded everywhere.
"Hup…!!!"
I jerked sideways and whipped around.
I didn't even know if Iris really existed. She was invisible, so how could I? I'd just observed Kim Chaerin's behavior and concluded she did. Still, an unseen entity screamed "ghost" to me—kinda scary. Unless Kim Chaerin just had chronic headaches, which my fanboy bias hoped wasn't true.
Anyway, whatever was behind me wasn't Iris.
"Y-you two… I saw everythingggg!!!"
Choi Eunji glared at our flushed faces with murderous intent.
★
What do I do… now I'm… Ho Tae's woman… no turning back now….
Lament? No. Hatred? Hardly. Choi Eunji's face beamed with an unprecedented smile.
Her elegantly upturned lips formed a smile that gathered all the world's beauty. Hearts seemed ready to pour from her eyes as she gazed at Ho Tae's broad back.
In truth, judging purely by looks, Ho Tae was close to her ideal type. But her distrustful nature made her think forceful—or even underhanded—methods were fine to claim him fully. She'd planned to snap blackmail photos as bait to keep him close….
Now I'm Ho Tae's… hng… carrying Ho Tae's baby….
She rubbed her lower belly, still heavy with his seed, lost in thought. Romance noob that she was, she equated creampie = pregnancy. No turning back now, she vowed.
Whether she made him hers or became his, the result was the same. What mattered was being together. With him, she believed her trash stats and mortal body could be purified. It was just a wet dream, but she treated it as a goddess's oracle, brainwashing herself that everything would work out with Ho Tae.
Ho Tae farms… I help from the side… harvest and eat… grow stronger… just the two of us… haa… so… hot….
Her imagination alone made her flush hot, her pussy wet.
Nooo!!! The baby batter's leaking outtt!!!
She clenched her thighs tight, but felt hot liquid trickling down her inner thigh.
Watching Ho Tae's back as he checked the shop window and requested backup, she discreetly wiped her inner thighs with tissues. Then the surroundings grew noisy, and she appeared.
A loud, hyper, short, big-titted girl. She didn't want to get close to someone acting so weird, but seeing kind-hearted Ho Tae chat amiably with her pissed her off a bit.
First fuck, then relationship, right? After sexing Ho Tae first, they were dating now, she figured. Ignoring the real meaning, she'd twisted it to suit herself. This was time for just the two of them to bond.
But this annoying brat ruined the mood. And despite recognizing her as the Saintess, the girl spoke casually—her actions and tone screamed "head case."
This bitch!!!
She hadn't seen clearly, but context said it all. Hidden by Ho Tae's back, the girl's figure was obscured, but suddenly his pants dropped, and soon after, she struggled from behind to pull them up—visible at his sides.
"…!!!"
It was just a split second—no way anything happened. She knew that. Having received Ho Tae's love in every way, she could tell. No history in such short time!
But she swore she heard a smack of lips.
H-how… dare she…!!! What did you do to my cockkk!!!
Choi Eunji reeled inwardly. She'd seen that Kim Chaerin girl before. A young awakener. Even low-rank, her stats dwarfed a mortal's like hers. Same healer class, but she lagged in stats.
So even a scrub awakener outmatched her physically. But she wouldn't lose easily. No, she wouldn't lose at all. Her ultimate, unused on Ho Tae due to pussy weakness: Absolute Defense's reflect. Might bounce the bitch out of the farm. Then the Jam Tigers would swarm her to death. Whatever. Not my problem.
She yelled,
"Y-you two… I saw everythingggg!!!!"
Wait, that's not it…. This just admits they did something! She regretted not screaming, "Don't touch my dick!!!"