The Gwoei's Maddened Cry
At the strange, panting cry that burst from Hwan's lips, she too grew equally excited, her moans sharpening into even higher, more piercing notes. They both wanted to reach the peak together. Just then, the folds of her sex clenched even tighter around his cock, as if refusing to let him go. Hwan bit down hard on his lip and drove himself deep inside her with a powerful thrust. The wet, obscene sounds of flesh slapping flesh grew more intense as he kept slamming his hips forward, pushing them both to the very limit. And then, at last...
"Haaahh!"
A violent explosion tore through them. A low, shuddering sigh escaped as the world before his eyes bleached white. A long, drawn-out cry burst from her throat, and at the same time, a thick, sticky fluid gushed out of her as if she were losing control of her bladder. Hwan could no longer hold back either. He gasped sharply, swallowing a desperate breath, and poured an even greater amount of semen into her than before. Even when he wanted to pull out, he couldn't. His cock remained swallowed deep inside her, and she refused to release him. By then, her legs had wrapped tightly around his waist, pulling him in even harder. It was as if she never wanted to let him go, as if she wanted his rigid shaft to sink even deeper.
Thanks to that, his thick, potent cum completely filled her womb. Only then did Miho's face finally soften with satisfaction. A pleased smile curved her lips as her hips twitched and spasmed uncontrollably. Each time she did, her inner walls stubbornly squeezed his cock, milking out every last drop of semen from the tip. Ah...
She let out a soft sigh of admiration and gently opened her eyes, meeting the gaze of Hwan, who was drenched in sweat. "You're quite satisfying today as well. So fresh..." Her voice, unusually thick with lust, drifted over him like a caress. Hwan swallowed dryly with a rather exhausted expression, simply staring into her eyes. Did that reaction amuse her? She let out another soft laugh and leaned down once more, claiming his lips. She pressed her mouth gently against his, slowly soothing the heightened excitement that still burned between them.
Yet it seemed she had no intention of letting him go just yet. Perhaps she still wasn't satisfied? She breathed another hot puff of air directly into his ear and whispered, "Just a little more... It still feels a bit lacking for me. Won't you try a little harder for my sake?" Once again, it didn't sound like a request. It felt like a command. An order he simply could not refuse. Another wave of hot breath seeped into his ear. His heart, which had only just begun to calm, started pounding wildly again. In response, her inner walls clenched tightly around his cock once more.
"Ah!" Another involuntary moan slipped from Hwan's lips. He couldn't refuse her. He could hardly resist. Every time her voice tickled his ear, his cock would throb and twitch violently inside her. Even though he'd just finished, his erection refused to subside. It felt as though his body was instinctively reacting to her desires. She laughed playfully. Then she gently bit down on his earlobe. "Ah!" Even that sent a jolt of electric pleasure through him.
Before long, the two of them naturally shifted positions while still joined together. This time she lay beneath him, and Hwan positioned himself on top. Their kiss continued, growing sticky and heated once more. Soon his lips left hers, trailing down her slender neck to continue their affectionate worship. Miho's face grew even more deeply satisfied. She was clearly changing. The acts he was performing now were things he could never have imagined when they first met, yet he was growing more and more skilled at them. The Hwan of now knew how to please a woman. That was why such a contented expression lingered on Miho's face.
Before long, Hwan's hips began moving again. Slowly. He wasn't simply lost in pleasure, thrusting like a beast in heat. He moved with calm deliberation, savoring every moment as he rocked against her. His hard, burning length was carefully tasting every inch of her most secret place. "Ah!" Miho let out a moan of pure satisfaction. She moved her own hips in time with his, squeezing his cock even tighter. Soon, another wave of lewd, panting sounds filled the space between them. Miho was clearly pleased with how much Hwan had changed.
It wasn't as if he'd wanted to become a pastor from the beginning. He hadn't even been particularly devout. So why had he chosen that path? In the end, it was probably because of his father's influence. His father had been a pastor, after all. Well... he wasn't some famous preacher at a large church. He was simply the pastor of the only church in a tiny rural village. As for the congregation, it consisted entirely of the local grandparents and villagers. In many ways, the building was used more like a community center than an actual church.
His father and mother had tended fields on the side while managing the church. If anyone saw them, they might have mistaken his father for a farmer rather than a pastor. In any case, the young Hwan of that time could only think that he'd naturally followed his father's path because of that influence. It felt like an obvious inheritance. Without any particular doubts or rebellion, he'd simply thought, I suppose I should become a pastor like my father. And that path hadn't seemed all that unpleasant to him.
Thinking back on it now, his faith in God hadn't been nearly as fervent as his parents'. His mother, for her part, had been a longtime believer. She'd met his father—a pastor—at church and eventually married him. One might call it a match made in heaven. In any case, following in his father's footsteps, Hwan had been an eighteen-year-old high school student diligently studying to enter a theological college.
Still, he had a decent head for academics. He didn't attend cram schools or have private tutors, yet he consistently ranked near the top of his class. Moreover, since he lived in such a remote rural area, he received extra admission points for university entrance. There hadn't been any major obstacles in his path to college. Everything seemed to be going smoothly. His ordinary life continued without the slightest doubt. He would grow up as the son of an ordinary pastor and follow in his father's footsteps. That was all he thought.
But that ordinary life collapsed so very easily. How could he even explain it? It was a situation he couldn't speak of openly to anyone. It was an existence that defied any verbal description. Yes. Something grotesque—something Hwan himself would never have believed in had he not experienced it firsthand—had dragged his life straight into the abyss.
That day, rain poured down as if the sky itself had been torn open. Hwan's high school was in town. Normally he would have ridden his bicycle home, but on that particular day, the torrential downpour had prompted his father and mother to come pick him up together for the first time in a while. Of course, they had their own reasons for coming into town. The villagers were throwing a party for his grandfather and grandmother. From what he'd heard, his grandfather, who had lived in the village for a very long time, was returning from a nursing home that day. He had apparently been the village chief. Moreover, he'd helped Hwan's parents considerably when they first settled in the village.
In any case, they wanted to hold the welcome ceremony at the church—which was little more than a community hall—and his parents had gladly agreed. Hwan had simply shrugged. It wasn't any of his business anyway. They stopped by the large supermarket in town, bought various kinds of meat, and picked up some rather expensive liquor before returning to the church. His father seemed to want Hwan to help with the welcome party, but Hwan had no desire to deal with such a hassle. He made the excuse that he had homework and headed home alone. His father had looked displeased, but his mother smiled gently and told him to let the boy be.
So Hwan returned to their house, which stood a short distance from the church. Meanwhile, the gathered villagers began enthusiastically preparing for the welcome ceremony. Hwan's home was a two-story detached house. In the city, such a home would have been an impossible dream, but here in this tiny backwater, it was one of the few things that satisfied him. Yes, in this unbearably boring place. His room was on the second floor, and from the window he could just make out the church. The house sat on slightly higher ground than the church building.
Still, the way the rain was pounding down so violently made him uneasy. With weather this bad, were they really going to hold a party? And he didn't particularly like how his parents were taking charge of preparations just because someone was returning from a nursing home. Well... he could understand it to some extent. Their family was still considered outsiders in the village. They didn't want to make a bad impression, so his parents probably wanted to get closer to the neighbors. Besides, these villagers would eventually become the church's congregation.
In truth, he hadn't understood his father's decision at all when they first moved to this remote place to open a church. Especially since this tiny rural village had no connections to them whatsoever.