Chapter 85
“Hey, you okay?”
“......”
Senior Choi Yujin lay there with her mouth agape and eyes squeezed shut, offering no response. She was still lost in the aftershocks. I must've gone way too hard on her. In porn videos, they usually thrust for thirty seconds to a minute, and even that had the actresses squirting like crazy, half-dead from the pleasure. But I'd done it to Senior Choi Yujin for over five minutes. I'd rubbed the most sensitive spot on her inner walls that long. For a guy, it was like having a woman aggressively suck on your oversensitive glans right after you came—for five straight minutes. You'd die too.
Choi Yujin was in that exact state of shock, legs splayed wide, her slit gaping open, utterly unable to recover. The echoes still rippled through her.
For a split second, stars had exploded in her vision. Her mind had gone completely blank. Everything had vanished. Fireworks burst in her head, and a radiant cosmic light bathed her. It pierced straight through her pussy. Her pussy felt like the center of the universe. All pleasure surged from there, racing along her nerves to flood every inch of her body. She'd never felt anything like it before.
Choi Yujin had experienced the true climax that most women only tasted once or twice in a lifetime—or never at all.
Another gush of incontinence leaked out. The hot fluid trickling from her pussy down to her ass felt incredible. Eyes closed, she smiled in rapture. Tears streamed from her eyes. It was pure feminine bliss. She'd tasted an absolute ecstasy that was nearly impossible to encounter in a lifetime. She probably wouldn't feel it again. Even if I did it over, she doubted she'd recapture that exact high.
Finally, Choi Yujin opened her eyes. Han Yaseong's face hovered before her, tinged with concern. She smiled and cupped his cheek with her hand.
“I... I saw it...”
“Saw what?”
“Hehe... You can't explain it in words...”
It felt like peeking into heaven. Maybe like the visions drug users chased. And she'd seen it without drugs—just from having her pussy relentlessly pounded. She was lucky. It was an imprint she'd carry forever.
Tears welled up again. She knew she'd never see that heaven again. It was a one-time thing. A once-in-a-lifetime peak. And that made it all the more bittersweet.
“You okay now?”
Figuring the afterglow had faded, Han Yaseong gently kneaded one of her massive tits. He loved how they jiggled, soft yet firm. It was his turn now—he planned to slide in and keep fucking. But Choi Yujin put on the brakes.
“Wait... Let me stay like this a bit longer.”
“Like this?”
“Yeah... I don't want to right now... Let me rest...”
Han Yaseong had no choice but to pull his hands away. He was rock-hard and aching for it, but her body seemed too limp, too spent. It was a shame, but letting her recover felt right. He got up from the bed.
Her pussy was still drenched. The sheets beneath were soaked through like someone had dumped a bucket of water on them. She'd squirted enormously. Mixed with piss, too—the yellow tint gave it away. They might have to toss the mattress. It wasn't waterproof; the liquid had probably seeped right through.
Choi Yujin lounged naked, legs dangling carefree, pussy on full display.
“Hehe...”
The afterglow was too good. Now she knew what a real orgasm felt like. Sorry, Yaseong, but no more sex today. After that peak, anything else would be pointless. She was done for the night.
For Han Yaseong, it was a self-inflicted wound. He'd pushed her too far into ecstasy, wiping out her libido entirely.
Her body and mind felt utterly at peace. Smiling contentedly, she drifted off into sleep with soft breaths.
Han Yaseong sighed at the sight. He couldn't disturb her now. She looked so serene. He'd only done her a favor. His exposed, throbbing cock twitched lonely in the air, begging to plunge into her open pussy—but he couldn't. Her sleeping form seemed almost sacred. Untouchable.
He headed to the living room, cracked open the fridge, and chugged some water. His clothes were soaked top to bottom—time to wash them. He stripped naked and tossed everything into the bathroom washer.
Still, it was hilarious. Her pussy spraying like a water gun... And it was Senior Choi Yujin's pussy. Not just any pussy. The more he thought about it, the funnier it got.
Then he remembered his phone. Right—time to snap some pics. Upload 'em to an adult site.
Han Yaseong slipped back into the room and quietly grabbed his smartphone. He started shooting.
First, close-ups of her sleeping pussy, sopping wet. Perfect shot. He checked the gallery—gorgeous. He wanted to show it to all the poor souls who'd never seen prime pussy.
He snapped more: full-body shots, tit close-ups. Spread her lips wide for inner details. Parted her ass cheeks for the asshole pic. Everything but her face. Couldn't show that, sadly.
Over a dozen secret nudes later, he saved them. Uploading these to an adult site would cause a riot. His heart raced already. He couldn't wait for the envious praise in the comments.
Grinning, he set the phone on the desk. Oblivious, Senior Choi Yujin slept on peacefully, unaware her nudes were captured.
Fifty minutes passed. Choi Yujin stirred awake, body deliciously languid. No sign of Yaseong. She sat up. Her ass was still damp from the flood. But she smiled. New experiences were the best.
She was satisfied.
“Yaseong.”
Calling out, she watched him enter in just his underwear.
“Oh? You're up?”
“Yeah.”
She rose, her voluptuous nude body gleaming. Han Yaseong's cock surged harder. Somehow, she looked even hotter now. Fully aroused, glowing from within.
But as his excitement built, she shook her head.
“Not today.”
“Huh?”
“I'm too drained to go again.”
She grabbed some tissues and wiped her pussy. Han Yaseong was stunned. What? No way. I've been waiting...
Ignoring him, she cleaned her pussy and ass, then headed to the living room for her panties.
“Next time. I want to savor this feeling today.”
Fucking now would ruin it. She'd already hit the peak—more would just feel unpleasant. Her current state was perfection. She skipped the shower, too. Wanted to keep that orgasmic afterglow on her skin.
Han Yaseong gawked as she slipped on her panties. How did it come to this? He'd overdone it. Should've eased up and slid in during the squirt. Greed had killed his chance; her lust was gone.
Women lose interest after a massive climax like that. She'd felt the afterglow of dozens of fucks—no wonder she wanted no more.
“Thanks.”
Now in her bra, she smiled at him.
“I think I really saw the peak. First time feeling this. Like a bright cosmic glow.”
“......”
Reminded him of his red fruit trip—seeing the universe. Her smiling face was even more beautiful. Had she always been this stunning? She glowed brighter than when she'd arrived. True post-orgasm radiance.
Han Yaseong throbbed painfully, but he was helpless. She emanated a holy aura. True queenly grace.
Dressed now, she sank onto the sofa.
“I want to hold onto this feeling awhile. Let's hold off for now.”
“But...”
Han Yaseong wanted to cry. Should've paced himself... If he'd thrust during the squirt, he'd have seen heaven too. Now greed had blue-balled him.
Seeing his pout, she laughed.
“This is all your doing. Should've stopped sooner. I felt it all—can't go again. You'd feel the same after three back-to-back orgasms.”
“That intense?”
“Yeah. Even all our past sex combined doesn't compare. Didn't know it existed. But it does. I'm so happy. Probably won't feel it again.”
Her face was serene. And so damn pretty. A face that screamed rape me. He wanted her bad.