Was This Your Sex Fantasy? #3
“Th-that’s… enough…! I’m sorry… please stop……”
The one who’d always been the prey had now become the predator. Choi Eunji was begging me with a look like she’d lost everything in the world.
How many times had I cum? The devilish neighbor uncle was a stamina king. No one played the role better than me. With the endurance to jerk off four times a day as a baseline, doubling it to eight today was no problem.
Of course, “jerking off” wasn’t the right term anymore. Inside the warm, snug embrace of a living onahole—her pussy—I’d stubbornly creampied her over and over, bloating her lower belly until it bulged. This was true fusion.
I pressed my pubic bone flush against her soft mound and just rocked my hips. My massive cock barely pulled out halfway, relentlessly pounding her cervix from deep inside. Splat—splat—splat— pussy juices sprayed, making wet, squelching sounds.
Eunji had gone beyond ecstasy—mouth agape in full ahegao, drool streaming down her chin.
“Stop… now… enough… it’s already… more than enough… I’m… ruined now…”
Perfect delivery on the final line. This was the scene where she laments being too soiled to return to her husband, deciding to switch to another man. The young housewife who knocks on the neighbor uncle’s door every night. She’d become a bitch in heat who could never forget the taste of his cock.
“Haa… this is tough on me too. Just one more load, then we’re done.”
“P-pleeease… I’m sorryyy…”
Squelch—squelch— Frothy pussy juice bubbled up around my pubic bone. Even after all those orgasms, her tight inner walls clenched and milked my cock greedily.
A massive wave of conquest and achievement surged through me. Just a virgin not long ago, and now this. I wasn’t a total noob anymore. Sure, I was still a solo wanker at heart, but I could proudly declare I’d conquered that.
And my first lay was a Saintess! I hadn’t fulfilled the dream of deflowering a virgin, but hey, a good start is half the battle. Now I had that seasoned charm from popping my cherry.
Schlop—schlop—schlop— Feeling the final buildup, I ground my hips in circles, stirring her depths. My packed-full cock stretched her walls wide.
“Hng… haa, now I’m ruined…”
It’s fine. I’ll heal you with my cum. I wrapped it up with a manly line.
Slurrrrp!!! Byuuurrr— Even after unloading that torrent, my twitching cock kept shuddering inside her, shaking out every last drop from my balls.
“Huu… sex ain’t shit.”
Brimming with satisfaction and fullness, I finally peeled my body off hers—where it’d been glued since the first thrust—and flopped down beside her.
I didn’t forget to tuck my legs up to stay within the farmland boundaries. The jam tiger was still snoring away, but even a crawling poison ant could bite and tire me out. Of course, on Korean terra firma. The Saintess Choi Eunji would heal me right up.
Lying next to her, I gazed at the sky. It looked prettier than usual today. The dungeon sky, cloudless and stunningly beautiful. I’d sighed thinking about her on the commute in, but now, with her naked body heaving beside me, I felt utterly fulfilled.
The human heart is a mystery. A sobbing woman lay next to me, her scent clinging to my post-coital, languid body like perfume.
I wasn’t gonna ask some lame “you liked it too, right?” She’d fulfilled her rape fantasy rom-com, so she had to be more than satisfied.
Oh, right—almost forgot the grand finale. My whole body felt like jelly, eyes heavy with sleep, but every session ends with one essential act: cleanup blowjob.
I grabbed my phone and hit record again. First, framing my slightly softened cock on screen…
‘Ugh… huh? It’s pretty messy…’
Cock covered in foamy mix of juices and cum. Like a hero who’d slain the demon king, drenched in blood. I gave the reddish, depraved-stained shaft a shake. Wait… reddish? Shouldn’t it be glossy or milky white? Looking closer, from my pubic bone to the base—it was red.
Like…
“Fuck…!!! Choi Eunji, you on your period?!”
No blood when I’d gone down on her earlier, but now my precious looked like it’d been tteokbokki’d. Rage flared up for a second.
I shook her—she was still deep in character as the freshly raped young housewife.
“Hey, if you’re on your period, say something! Don’t you know period sex is bad?”
“P-period…?”
Her unfocused eyes turned to me. Gazing with the tragic heroine’s expression. Time to snap back to her true self, the bitchy Saintess Choi Eunji, but she still stared with that dreamy, sorrowful look.
“Haa… now I’m ruined… so… you take responsibility…”
“What? Clean my cock first! Plant it again and you’re dead.”
She seemed to be keeping up the act, but I ignored it. Propping up a bit, I pressed my cock to her lips. She turned away, so I grabbed her jaw and forced it back.
“Suck it! Cleanup BJ is the rule.”
Her wavering eyes looked like they wanted to say something, but I gripped her jaw tighter, prying her mouth open. Then shoved my cock in.
Warm saliva coated it, hot breath washing over. The sensitive stimulation sent final waves of pleasure through my shaft. She wasn’t sucking properly, so I thrust my hips myself. Teeth grazed lightly—no pain. As long as she didn’t bite.
Thinking about it, in this roleplay, a fresh rape victim might not do cleanup BJ right away. Give it time—she’d gradually get used to it, degenerating into a horny bitch.
A few more pumps in her mouth, then I pulled out my now saliva-shiny cock. Cleaner, but the reddish period blood smeared between my pubic bone and groin was still gross.
I pulled out the wet wipes I always kept ready for her and cleaned myself up. Then tenderly wiped down her still-sniffling body beside me. She looked slim, but felt soft and plush in the best way.
Wanted to reload for another round, but the roleplay was over. I lingered rubbing her massive tits I hadn’t groped enough, then dressed and draped her discarded blouse over her. She was still spaced out, so I checked the shop window again.
At least two hours had flown by, and no rescue team? Weird. Though if they’d shown up mid-noob bombing, it would’ve been disaster…
★ Dungeon Anomaly Countermeasures Headquarters.
A white blouse strained taut over bursting curves. Black mini-skirt and stockings—she sat cross-legged, listening to the briefing.
Someone entered the conference room and whispered to her. Her face flushed red then pale. Delicate fingers clenched into a fist, slamming the desk as she snapped irritably.
“So… you’re saying the Saintess is inside?”
“Yes! Choi Eunji is on today’s entry hunter list.”
“Haa… and? Why aren’t you rescuing the Saintess first?”
She pounded the desk again. The government awakeners in uniforms waiting nearby bowed their heads. Eye contact meant death…
Her glaring eyes caught a young woman at the table’s end.
“Kim Chaerin, Awakener?”
“……Yes…”
The girl, who looked barely out of her teens, lifted her head slightly to meet the fierce gaze of the headquarters chief, Na Hyunseo. No fear in the eyes of Kim Chaerin, just turned twenty.
Na Hyunseo wasn’t fazed by the kid’s stare. Most here didn’t know, but as a top-secret agent, all of Kim Chaerin’s info was classified. Raised in secrecy by the state since childhood.
Big eyes without double lids, slightly drooping corners for an innocent look—but sharp nose, small lips, round pretty jaw. Undeniably a beauty exceeding standards. Short white hair and red eyes gave an unapproachable aura. Her hazy pupils added mystery, presence so faint she made you double-take. Many hadn’t even noticed her here.
Staring into those enigmatic eyes, Na Hyunseo thought:
‘As expected… eyes full of schemes…’
While the exhausted Kim Chaerin, fighting sleep from the endless meeting, was actually thinking, “Yaaawn… so sleepy… when does this end… that sister’s glare is intense… whine…”