Chapter 166: The Magical Girl Who Rehabilitates Villains (5)
Chapter 166: The Magical Girl Who Rehabilitates Villains (5)
I had always thought of myself this way: a masochist bitch who constantly craved rough and harsh treatment. I figured that while ordinary women might enjoy being treated gently, like a precious lover or a wife, I wouldn't.
"……Eh?"
But right now, it was different. I felt strange. My pussy wasn't being tormented, I wasn't being thrashed by a cock, and I wasn't hearing sexually humiliating insults, yet my heart was pounding.
How should I put it? It was like the feeling of discovering that mild food is surprisingly delicious after eating nothing but spicy food. Is this what they call a "gap moe" charm? When Kang Young-hoon quietly kissed me and closed his eyes, I found myself closing mine along with him.
'I-I can't get the wrong idea…!'
It wasn't that I'd fall for just anyone who treated me sweetly like this. If that were the case, there wouldn't be any "gap" to speak of.
Of this much, I was certain: the excitement I was feeling right now came strictly from the fact that a man who knew how to be "spicy" was suddenly showing a different side of himself.
……Slurp♡
Of course, just because it was sweet didn't mean it was wholesome. On the contrary, it was an erotic kiss that couldn't even be compared to anything seen in dramas or movies.
A kiss that explored every corner of my mouth with his tongue, exchanging our saliva. It was as if he rejected the cliché expression of "pressing lips together." It was a kiss of sucking, licking, and feeling, as if he were going to devour me whole.
"Nngmuub… Haa, pahaaa…."
"It's not over yet."
"Nng-euk…♡"
The moment our lips parted and I managed to exhale, Kang Young-hoon swallowed even my breath, overlapping our lips again and sliding his soft tongue inside. I already felt like my mouth had become Kang Young-hoon’s mouth pussy through the reverse irrumatio, but this kiss made it feel exceptionally more so.
Kang Young-hoon thrusting his tongue in. Me, accepting that tongue. Wasn't this the exact same dynamic as a pussy being hammered by a cock? My face flushed as I lost my senses to the tongue-cock thrusting into my mouth pussy.
……At least during the kiss, couldn't I be aggressive and stick my tongue in too?
"Hng-eut♡"
I tried, but it was impossible. I was only met with a counter-attack. When I shyly poked my tongue out as if saying "bleh," Kang Young-hoon lunged at it with the ferocity of a beast capturing its prey.
"Hng, hng-uut… Nngmuub♡"
Kang Young-hoon bit my dainty pink tongue with his lips and began to lick and suck it like he was eating ice cream. It was a fresh sensation—having the tongue that always tasted and judged flavors be "eaten" by a man.
"…It has a lewd taste, a magical girl's tongue."
"Ah-hng…♡"
"With the sauce of this sticky spit added to it, it's the best flavor."
A tongue should only be able to perceive sweet, bitter, sour, salty, and umami. Apparently, Kang Young-hoon could even taste "lewdness." Does the tongue of a masochist bitch in heat naturally taste lewd?
"That tongue just now—you stuck it out for me to taste, right? Surely a bitch like you wasn't trying to counter-attack."
"I-I don't know……."
My attempt at a counter-attack had ended in blatant failure. The initiative belonged entirely to Kang Young-hoon.
Just because I had a tongue didn't mean I could just perform high-level techniques—licking and entangling roughly and violently, or sometimes stickily and densely—the way Kang Young-hoon did.
How much time had passed? No, since time was stopped, it certainly hadn't "flowed," but… it felt like the kiss had just started, yet also like we had been kissing for a very long time.
'How long are you going to keep just kissing……♡'
Did Kang Young-hoon have the ability to make time flow slowly, in addition to stopping it?
If not, there was no way this time spent with our lips locked in a kiss could feel so long.
"……Do you want it?"
"U-u-uut……!"
Naturally, my body had been reacting honestly all along. My nipples were standing stiff, my lower half was already flooded, and my legs were even trembling. My entire body was yearning for the object that would enter me along with the kiss.
'Not yet.'
But I couldn't give in yet. The thought that I should probably surrender since I'd already endured two rounds flashed through my mind, but I barely managed to shake it off.
I'd endured irrumatio, paizuri, and bukkake; it would look weird if I fell apart just from a single kiss. It wasn't easy to brush off the temptations that came at me incessantly.
"I have no idea… what you're asking if I want……."
"Hmm, then shall I ask this part instead?"
Kang Young-hoon slowly lowered his hand and twisted my nipple. Without stopping the kiss, he didn't forget to lightly scratch and press the nipple, gently pulling so that the soft breast followed.
"H-hng-eut……?!"
"As expected, no milk is coming out."
As a climax, he even bit the nipple with his lips, which were wet with my spit, lightly licking and giving it a sharp suck.
Squelch!
"That just now was, uh, I mean……."
"An unavoidable physiological reaction, I suppose?"
"It's not……!"
I turned beet red, having peaked from the long kiss combined with the nipple play. I felt like I was about to explode.
As if he had no intention of considering my situation, Kang Young-hoon indulged in every part of my body with his mouth. As if I were the most popular menu item at a 3-star Michelin restaurant, he tried to enjoy everything he could, never letting this hard-won opportunity go easily.
If the lips played the role of whetting the appetite, were the nipples the appetizer? He tasted them delicately, biting, sucking, and licking. He even licked my stomach, covered in just the right amount of cute, soft belly fat, as he moved further down.
Waiting before Kang Young-hoon was the main dish named "pussy."
A pussy that flickered in a clean pink hue as if it had never been scorched, with abundant juices that seemed like they would keep flowing no matter how much they were squeezed out. Kang Young-hoon slowly pressed his lips to the pussy—a pussy that, thanks to the cheat-like constitution of a magical girl, had no smell and a taste that everyone would acknowledge as superb.
"I won't even need to do any foreplay. Not when it's this wet."
"Ah… no♡ Not there, it's a dirty place…♡?"
"I'll just torment you a bit to lighten my mood."
Torment? What was he talking about after giving me such a reward? From the kiss to the nipple play—if I had to be technical, it was all a service Kang Young-hoon had performed for me. And now, on top of that, he was going to do cunnilingus… pussy-licking.
I couldn't fathom Kang Young-hoon's sudden change in attitude.
During the first time stop, he enjoyed the sight of me going off as he ended the ability with his specialty, a good fucking. During the second time stop, he enjoyed himself thoroughly with a paizuri bukkake. To top it off, during the third time stop, he even choked me during reverse irrumatio.
But in the fourth time stop, he suddenly flipped to the opposite extreme, kissing me gently and licking my nipples. And now he was even saying he'd suck my pussy.
I couldn't grasp his intent at all. Just why…….
"Slurp… You seem curious about why I'm doing this?"
Kang Young-hoon flicked his tongue at a distance that barely brushed my clitoris and vaginal entrance. He licked the labia majora—the part of the pussy flesh often said to look like a macaron—but it only made me thirstier.
"Well, it's strange… so of course I'm curious…?"
"Do you know the fable of the North Wind and the Sun?"
I nodded silently. It was a famous fable, so of course I knew it.
"A traveler is walking down the street, and the North Wind and the Sun make a bet. To see who can make the traveler take off his coat."
I knew the rest of the story well.
The North Wind blew as hard as it could to strip the traveler's coat, but the traveler only bundled up tighter. On the other hand, when the Sun shone down with warm light, the traveler took off his coat himself because of the heat… that was the story.
But why was he bringing this up now…….
"……Ah!"
Almost at the same time I let out a gasp of realization, Kang Young-hoon pressed his tongue against my pussy. As if to show that his words about tormenting me with pussy-licking weren't a joke, there was no holding back.
Slurp, slurp… Chuup♡
He licked the lewd crevice with his tongue, focused his attack on the clitoris, and puckered his lips to give it a deep suck. Not stopping there, he didn't hesitate to thrust his tongue inside and stir the interior of the pussy, which had reached the limit of sensitivity due to the stacks of pent-up sexual desire.
The freedom of my limbs was already meaningless. My legs had been rendered immobile by Kang Young-hoon's pussy-licking, and my arms and hands, which were finally free, were busy masturbating by rubbing my own nipples to feel even a little better.
Perhaps because of that, the moment of climax arrived quickly.
"Hng-eu, nng… I-I'm going… I think I'm gonna go…♡"
"Nngbuub, chuup… chuuuup…."
"Stop now, ahng♡ Nng…! I'm gonna go, so, ugh… hng♡ I'm gonna squirt all over your f-face…♡!"
Kang Young-hoon didn't listen. Even though I said I was going to squirt on his face while he was sucking my pussy. Even though I said I was going to soil his face with my dirty, lewd fluids, he didn't even pretend to hear.
As if the only thing in his mind was making me come.
As if the only thing in his mind was turning the hero Magical Girl Floss into his own personal onahole.
His efforts in fiercely pleasuring my pussy finally bore fruit.
Splurt! Squelch-squelch!
"U-uhaang…?! N-nooo! Stop, stop, stop……♡!!"
Squelch! Splat, squirt!
"Hng-euk, k-hng-euk…♡ Please stop♡ I'm telling you to stop…!! Please stop, nng-at♡ Uh-hng…♡!!"
Even while I was climaxing and squirting, Kang Young-hoon didn't stop licking. The water kept gushing out as if a faucet had been turned on, showing no sign of stopping.
Neither my body nor Kang Young-hoon would listen to a word I said.
I could understand Kang Young-hoon, but shouldn't my body at least listen to me? Had I truly become a carcass where the pussy held higher priority than the brain?
"Haah, haah……♡"
Kang Young-hoon finally pulled his mouth away from my pussy, but I couldn't feel relieved. If anything, the throbbing and twitching of my pussy in heat seemed even worse than before the climax.
I felt empty. Like something that should be there was missing.
"Cock……."
The cock that should be there wasn't. The cock that should definitely be between my thighs was nowhere to be seen.
Of course, I wasn't saying I should have a cock attached to me. I had long since passed the stage of being unable to accept being a woman and reminiscing about when I was a man.
When I said I needed a cock now, it meant, of course, that it needed to be thrust inside my pussy.
"What did you just say?"
"Nng, hng-eut… C-cock…♡"
"You have to say it louder. How can a magical girl have such a tiny voice?"
I desperately suppressed the urge to smile and put on a huffing expression as if I were still angry. Though, sitting on a soaking wet bedsheet, naked and covered from head to toe in Kang Young-hoon's spit and my own fluids, I didn't look the least bit threatening.
"U-u-nng……♡!"
I felt it instinctively. Now was the time to yield and surrender to him. I had to admit my defeat in this battle and declare right now that I had been perfectly broken into an onahole.
……And I knew very well the etiquette one must observe when admitting defeat.
"The story of the North Wind and the Sun… do you know how it ended?"
"I don't know. Doesn't it end with the Sun making the traveler take off his coat?"
This time, I was the one asking a question about the fable. I suspected as much, but it seemed Kang Young-hoon only knew up to the part where the Sun made the traveler take off his coat.
"Nng, no. The man didn't just take off his coat; he took off all his clothes… and jumped into the water."
My tone alone made it clear. I had completely yielded. There was no trace of spite or anger, only a soft, gentle voice full of aegyo. I was faithfully building up to the declaration of defeat with a tender way of speaking.
I neatly folded my discarded magical girl dress, set it aside, and then got down on all fours.
"He probably entered the water in this posture. Having yielded to an overwhelming existence. Realizing just how fragile he was."
A naked dogeza. The posture a female must take when desperately pleading for something.
"Magical Girl Floss has been defeated by you."
……At the same time, it was the posture that best displayed a masochist bitch's defeat.
"So please, bestow your cock upon my pussy… no, upon the villain's onahole bitch-hole…♡"
No more words were needed.
Schluck—♡
Because Kang Young-hoon silently moved behind me, grabbed my hips, and shoved his cock deep inside.