Chapter 56: Not a Magical Girl, but a Milk Cow (3)
Chapter 56: Not a Magical Girl, but a Milk Cow (3)
Lying on the bed with my legs spread, I waited for Shin Tae-geon to climb on top of me. Watching him crawl over me while still wearing his shirt, a sudden thought occurred to me.
‘...This is surprisingly normal.’
For an ordinary woman, having sex in a bed would be the standard. And doing it in the missionary position, facing the man, would be the most common way.
But my first experience was different. The location: a public restroom. The position: doggystyle. It was closer to being blackmailed and raped after being molested.
‘Though I did induce it myself.’
After that came mating with a slime, and then it went even further—not one-on-one, but a full-blown gangbang by multiple people. Of course, the locations were a forest inside a Gate and a school basketball club locker room, respectively; there wasn't a bed in sight.
But I hadn't really had any complaints until now. I never craved the kind of sex lovers have. Besides, I didn't even like the missionary position that much.
‘Because you have to see their face.’
It wasn't that I was embarrassed of my own face. It was just awkward having to look at a man's face while he was engrossed in sex.
It wasn't exactly disgusting, but it felt... cringeworthy? If the man thrusting into me in missionary truly fell in love with me, or looked down at me with ecstatic eyes and an excited face, it would feel unsettling.
That was why I deliberately avoided missionary. I was only turned on by the situation of being defeated; it wasn't that I actually liked men.
‘I’ve grown quite fond of cocks, but men are still a bit much.’
However, looking into Shin Tae-geon’s eyes as he hovered over me, I realized my fears were groundless. It wasn't that I liked his "elite corporate executive" looks; it was because seeing my trembling self reflected in his pupils was incredibly erotic.
‘Wow, my milk is dripping all over my underboob... and my pussy juice is overflowing...’
I studied my reflection in Shin Tae-geon’s eyes as if looking into a hand mirror. Because of the aphrodisiac, my sensitivity was through the roof, making me pant just from the friction of the blankets. I saw a bitch in heat, soaking her pussy and spreading her legs to emit female pheromones and seduce a man.
‘Hurry... I want to be fucked... ♡’
So, I take it back. It wasn't that missionary wasn't hot. Seeing my own lewd appearance reflected in a man's eyes was far more arousing than just looking at his face.
That wasn't all. I said I didn't like men but might like cocks, and if I avoided his gaze and looked down slightly, I could clearly see the cock resting on my stomach. Sandwiched between my belly and Shin Tae-geon’s like a hot dog, his cock was coated in a sauce of my saliva and pre-cum.
‘It’s like... a spear...’
It was a monstrous-looking cock. The veins were bulging and rugged, and its girth and length were nothing to scoff at. The glans, armored in pre-cum, was pressing firmly against my stomach—as if trying to poke through my skin to reach my womb and get me pregnant.
In this moment, Shin Tae-geon’s cock felt more terrifying than Odin’s Gungnir or Lu Bu’s Sky Piercer. This single spear named "Shin Tae-geon’s Cock" was specialized for killing women—no, for killing females—and I was about to become its victim.
‘N-No! This isn't right!’
Just as Shin Tae-geon pushed his groin between my spread legs and the glans made squelching contact with my hairless, soft pussy lips—I managed to summon a level of superhuman focus I’d never displayed in my life and jerked my hips back.
“...What is it?”
Naturally, Shin Tae-geon frowned. I fully understood his frustration. For a woman who had been begging to be fucked to suddenly pull away right before insertion would be annoying for any man.
If he were a "true villain" with a nasty personality, it wouldn't have been strange for him to slap me, choke me, and force himself inside right then and there. It was likely because he had just been reformed, and because he knew that despite being drugged, I was a Magical Girl with immense power, that he suppressed his temper and asked for a reason.
“T-That... could I... get on top?”
I knew exactly what he was thinking, but I had a reason for pulling away. Despite vowing to gain the upper hand in sex against Shin Tae-geon, I couldn't just let him plow me in missionary like we were some couple.
‘If I do that, I’ll obviously get fucked like a dog and declare myself his bitch!’
I couldn't help it; I had a pathetic, sensitive pussy that had already gotten soaked just from a blowjob. If we continued like this, my defeat was guaranteed. Even without reaching a creampie, the moment his cock filled my insides and started hitting my weak spots, I’d be screaming and squirting.
Of course, that wouldn't be bad. It would feel amazing, and the aphrodisiac would definitely wear off. But I didn't plan on stopping at just neutralizing the drug with semen.
My ultimate goal was to pay him back with techniques far more advanced than when we first met. I wanted to pin Shin Tae-geon—the man who took my virginity—underneath me and make him whimper.
‘I failed with the blowjob, but if it’s the cowgirl position...!’
The cowgirl position, also known as female-on-top. It’s one of the positions where the woman can be active. In cowgirl, I could avoid getting swept up in his pace and lead the flow entirely on my own.
Usually, the man can't take the initiative in this position, so it would be a completely different situation from earlier, where my attempt at a blowjob turned into irrumatio and my throat was used like a mere onahole. Unless Shin Tae-geon grabbed my thin waist and shook me like an onahole himself.
‘He’s not some strength-type esper; there’s no way he could do that.’
Shin Tae-geon agreed to my suggestion without much resistance. As if victory was already mine, I triumphantly climbed on top of him. Just a moment ago, I was lying down with him over me, but now the roles were perfectly reversed.
“Are you confident?”
“Huh? Confident?”
“I’m just worried you might clumsily break my cock since you’re not very good at this.”
“Ugh, ngh...”
It sounded like a joke, but there was a mocking undertone. It felt like he had seen through my plan—that he knew that no matter what I tried, I was a masochist who was destined to lose.
When did he find out I was a masochist? From the moment I showed him my naked body and got excited? Or when I was drugged and begged for his cock? Or did he notice me lightly coming while he was shoving his cock down my throat?
‘Whatever it is, it doesn't matter.’
I had secured an advantageous position, and that was enough. I couldn't waste this opportunity. Like a hero heading to the battlefield, I tried to steady my drug-addled brain and lowered my hips onto Shin Tae-geon’s cock.
“Hup, huuup... ♡”
To see whether Shin Tae-geon was coming or not, I faced him as I lowered my hips. With my legs spread wide, I slowly descended into a crouching posture.
“This is quite a view.”
“S-Shut up... ♡”
Just putting the glans in made my vagina feel full. I agonized between the lewd desire to shove it all in at once and the rational thought that I had to go slow to maintain my sanity and control.
In my heart, I wanted to slam my ass down and let the cock strike my womb with a thump ♡, but if I did that, I’d surely collapse onto his broad chest and end up being fucked like an onahole while pinned by his arms.
“Your hairless pussy is beautiful, and your breasts...”
“I told you, you don't need to... compliment me... ♡”
Was he provoking me because he noticed I was going slow? Shin Tae-geon showered me with praise while intermittently flicking my mommy milkers with both hands.
Every time he did, my pussy tightened, and milk automatically sprayed out with a squirt. It was maddening—here I was, trying my hardest to win despite my embarrassing state, and my milk was leaking without any sense of timing.
“Ngh, ah... ♡ If you touch my breasts like that... ♡”
“Ugh, this stuff keeps flying into my face.”
“I-I’m sorry... but if you just stop touching them... ♡”
“Should a person be spraying milk all over someone’s face like this? Yes or no?”
This was bad. It was getting difficult. It was already going in deep, and if I lost focus for even a second, my legs would lose strength and I’d flop down. But Shin Tae-geon kept talking to me without rest, making my head go fuzzy. Now he was even scolding me for spraying milk.
I could feel every single vaginal fold wrapping around his cock. For some reason, I felt like I was sensitive to this position more than any other.
“Floss-ssi, are you listening? I told you to stop spraying milk.”
“Heh... haah... ♡ W-Wait... I’m busy with the... the cock, so I can't answer... ♡”
“Sigh, I had a feeling when you asked for cowgirl... Floss-ssi, you really are a lewd woman, aren't you?”
“Wh-What? What do you mean... ♡ Hu, huuuh?! Y-You can't touch my nipples! ♡”
As if they were in his way, Shin Tae-geon took off his glasses, which were splattered with my milk, and suddenly reached out to grab both of my nipples. He didn't squeeze or pull hard, but the mere touch was enough to stimulate my milk production even further.
“Cowgirl is a position where the woman can feel it better. You knew that, right?”
“Eh, heh... ♡ That wasn't my intention, I just wanted to lead... ♡”
“Don't lie. You asked for this on purpose because you knew the cock goes deeper and hits your weak spots directly.”
“N-No, it’s not... ♡”
But my trembling legs were threatening to become evidence for Shin Tae-geon’s claim. What the hell? Why is my own body testifying for him instead of me?
More importantly, this wasn't the dynamic I wanted. I was supposed to be the one slamming down on him. I hadn't even started grinding yet, and it hadn't even gone in to the root, so why was I like this?
“Is it really not?”
“Haah ♡ Y-Yes... ♡ I just... I just need the semen... ♡”
“Then I should actively help you out.”
...Wait, what does that mean?
For a moment, I didn't understand his words. But he immediately showed me through action. He proved that even in the cowgirl position, the woman doesn't have absolute control.
Squish ♡
“H-Ooooh?! Ooooohh?!”
He only bucked his hips once from below. But that was enough. My pussy, weakened to the limit, let out a gush of fluid as I shamefully climaxed.
“Ha, haah ♡ It feels like it’s coming out of my breasts too... eek! ♡”
It didn't end there. The vibration of the glans striking my womb with a thud traveled up my waist to my chest. My swollen mommy milkers couldn't withstand the vibration, even as it weakened on its way up, and they discharged milk with all their might.
Pshhh—! Psh-sh-shhh—!
Along with a pussy-orgasm squirt, I had a milk-discharging orgasm. An intense sensation I had never experienced before forced my mouth open and my eyes to glaze over, leaving me with a vacant, stupid expression.
‘At this rate... I’m not a cowgirl, I’m just a cow...’
Not a cowgirl, but a cow. A milk cow. That was what I looked like right now.
