KakaoTalks from My Lovely Females

Who else besides me could ever describe taking a piss as delicious?

The one I'd just emptied into Park Eunjeong had been exactly that. The last time, with Lee Jiseon, she'd held my cock in her mouth and swallowed each pulse as I carefully regulated the flow, feeding it to her in small, manageable sips. Even then, the pleasure of pissing into a woman's mouth had been incredible — but this time I'd jammed myself all the way down her throat and let loose with the same gusto as if I were standing over a urinal.

I was rock-hard, so I could feel it scraping along the inside of my urethra, and I'd had to push pretty hard to get it out. But that piss had felt so good I was certain I was going to get addicted to it.

As a reward, I stroked Park Eunjeong's head and ordered her to come back in ten minutes. Then I headed back into the room at the end of the hall.

Kim Hyejin was sitting limp on the sofa, wiping at her tears with her hands. Whether it was terror of me or the suggestion that she couldn't refuse my commands, she hadn't put her clothes back on and she hadn't touched her phone. She might well have given up on everything.

I sat down beside her and asked, just to needle her,

"Kim Hyejin. How's it feel, getting your virginity taken by me?"

"... Hic. I hate it..."

She was terrified of me and she still answered honestly. She really must have hated it.

"Doesn't matter. I enjoyed it. From this moment on, you're my sex slave. You swore it with your own mouth, so you'll live as my sex slave until the day you die. Got it?"

"Nngh...!"

She covered her face with her hands and started crying again. How despairing it must have been. She'd been living a fresh, dream-filled college life — and then she'd run into a pervert like me, and that pretty little flower of hers had been snapped right off the stem.

But I'd already eaten that flower, so it didn't matter to me. From now on, no other man would ever touch Kim Hyejin's pretty, lovely blossom, or breathe in its scent, or get to taste it.

"Stop crying and unlock your phone."

"Hic...! Sob!"

Hyejin obeyed even through her tears. She handed me her phone with her pattern already unlocked, her fingers still wet.

I had so many women now that I no longer had any intention of adding new ones. Honestly, I was already struggling just to keep up physically. A life of having your cum wrung out of you several times a day is no easy thing. It made perfect sense that the emperors of old died young. How could a man have any vital essence left in his body when he spent every day drowning in that many mouthwatering pussies?

In excellent spirits, I used Hyejin's phone to call my own. Then I saved my number in her contacts under the name Master.

"You change this and you're dead."

"Hic... Y-yes..."

"From now on, whenever I contact you — no matter when, no matter where — you answer immediately. Every time you're late, you'll either take a punishment, or a USB with your video on it gets dumped at your school, around your neighborhood, wherever I feel like. Understood?"

"Yes... sob. Uuuugh..."

Kim Hyejin dissolved into wailing all over again. Part of me wanted to soothe her, to suck the tears running down her cheeks and the snot sliding over her lips right off her face — but I had to go. I needed every scrap of ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠sleep I could get if I wanted to cum even one more time tomorrow.

"Put your clothes on. What are you going to do when your mom gets here? Get dressed and go wash your face in the bathroom. You want her to find out?"

With that, I left the room. My steps were light. I'd torn a virgin college girl's innocence open, pumped her full of my cum, and marked her as mine. That was probably why.

I passed the counter, opened the front door, and stepped out into the pitch-dark — and Eunjeong, who'd been waiting for me, threw herself into my arms. Her body was still burning hot.

"Master... are you leaving?"

"Yeah. I need to sleep early so I can spend tomorrow burying myself in this pussy and that pussy all over again."

"Yes. But tomorrow you have to fuck my asshole, so please don't overdo it...."

"Right. You offered up that daughter's pussy for me today. Of course ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠I will."

"Hoho. You worked so hard today too, Master... I don't think I'll be able to sleep tonight..."

"Why. Worried about Hyejin?"

"No... Tomorrow is the day I offer you my rear virginity, isn't it... My heart is pounding and fluttering like I'm about to walk down the aisle, Master..."

"Heh heh heh heh. That's right. Tomorrow's the day Eunjeong offers me her asshole virginity. Finger it open and loosen it up properly so you don't end up too sore to take me when it counts."

"The truth is, I've been getting it ready every day while thinking about you, Master... You could put it in right now if you wanted."

My suggestion had turned her asshole into an erogenous zone every bit as powerful as her pussy and her clitoris, so apparently she'd been touching it and stuffing things into it whenever she had a spare moment.

"That's my girl. All right. I'll be looking forward to tomorrow — now get back inside. Be extremely careful that Hyejin never finds out about us. If she ever tries to tell you she was raped by me, cover her mouth first and contact me immediately."

"Yes, Master. Ah... I noticed earlier you weren't using a condom..."

"Yeah. I just went in raw. What, you got a problem with that?"

"No. It just made me think, that's my Master. You were so incredibly cool... I felt sorry for preparing something so pointless."

"I am pretty cool. By the way, what happens if Hyejin gets pregnant?"

"Don't worry about Hyejin, Master. I'll... take care of it."

A loyal sex slave. To her, I was already a thousand million times more precious than her own daughter, Kim Hyejin.

"Good. Thanks. Get inside. I'm going."

"Yes... Please get home safely, Master."

I went back to the studio and slept like the dead. My body demanded a lot of sleep to recover from the sheer volume of cum I'd dumped into those women.

When I opened my eyes, it was ten in the morning. Out of habit I stretched, then checked my phone — and found a whole string of KakaoTalks waiting from my women.

Every last one of them was dripping with clinging devotion.

Heh heh heh heh.

The most poignant of them all was Kim Miyeon's, so I called her first.

The ringtone barely had time to sound before I heard her snatch up the phone in a rush.

She seemed to be with her daughter Minkyung. Miyeon put on a forced casualness and hurried to change locations. A moment later came the click of a door shutting, and then her voice again.

Good lord. She was actually crying. Hahahaha.

Kim Miyeon really was devoted love incarnate. How could any man not love a woman like this?

And just like that, Kim Miyeon would start to see her own daughter, Ha Minkyung, as nothing but a nuisance standing in her way — something to resent. Heh heh heh heh.

All right then... shall I light a fire in Kim Miyeon's chest?