Chapter 60
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 60
Chapter Title: I Didn't Know Handjobs Felt This Good
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“Um, what should I do...?”
Even as her pupils trembled wildly like there was an earthquake, Hyun-ah looked up at me and asked.
Her eyes swirled with a mix of emotions.
I slid my hand down from her chest and answered.
“Nothing much. Just enjoy having sex with me.”
My hand drifted from her chest, across her stomach, slowly toward her pussy.
Her body began to quiver bit by bit from the ambiguous teasing touch.
She seemed like some small, cute toy, so I tickled her armpit with my other hand.
“Eek?!!”
So sensitive—she curled up with the cutest little squeak.
The tickling eased her tension a little, and color started returning to her stiff, frozen face.
“You're really cute.”
“Th-thank... you...?”
Until now, I'd only gone after the sexy types, so this was my first taste of a truly cute girl.
Just looking at her stirred up protective urges—I was already falling for Hyun-ah.
I planted a quick kiss on her lips, then got up and started undressing.
My fully erect cock sprang into view.
Its sheer size shocked her; Hyun-ah couldn't tear her eyes away and gulped hard.
“Wanna touch it?”
“Is that... okay...?”
“Of course. You'll be touching and feeling it non-stop from now on anyway.”
“Ex-excuse me...”
With my permission, Hyun-ah tentatively reached out toward my cock.
Her fingers soon brushed the tip of the glans.
As she gently wrapped her hand around it, a wave of pleasure shot through my shaft.
Such a soft, squishy hand.
“How is it?”
“It's incredibly... hard and hot. But it pulses like it's alive...”
She kneaded the cock in her hand like it was some fascinating toy.
First time seeing one, and it didn't gross her out?
The thought crossed my mind, but then I remembered she'd just watched a corpse explode moments ago. Yeah, that made sense.
'Shock therapy's surprisingly effective.'
Probably why she wasn't breaking down or bawling right now—she was just going along with it.
All those shocks piling up from surviving zombies tearing people apart alive and seeing mountains of bodies.
Her mental threshold for freakouts was sky-high by now, or maybe already shattered.
And from the look of her, it was the latter.
'She's shy, but there's something a bit off about her...'
Up close like this, I could tell.
This shy girl named Choi Hyun-ah was more than half-broken mentally.
Not fully insane, but in that state of total resignation, where she'd given up on everything.
Proof of that—
“Ah. It's getting slippery...”
“Ngh...!”
“D-did it hurt?”
“No, it's just feeling good, so keep going...”
“Got it...”
Schlick, schlick, schlick—
Before I knew it, she was using the precum leaking from the tip to lube up her soft hand, giving me an amazing handjob all over.
Her trembling body had calmed, her complexion back to normal, like she was totally immersed in the act.
It looked just like her jerking off a lover's cock, which made my dick throb even harder—while also piquing my curiosity about her headspace.
'In her resigned state, is she escaping into this instead?'
There are people like that.
When faced with unbearable situations or fear, they escape reality by obsessing over something.
Stalker fans, hikikomori, workaholics—the works.
From that angle, maybe Hyun-ah was instinctively diving into enjoying sex as per my orders to shield her crumbling mind.
Just a theory, though—only she knew for sure.
'Doesn't really matter.'
Choi Hyun-ah was my slave anyway.
More precisely, a sex slave made solely to serve me, so all that counted was how much cum she milked from my balls.
Everything else? Not my problem.
Schlick, schlick, tzick, tzick—
“Th-there's more of this clear, slippery stuff coming out.”
“That's 'cause your hand feels so good stroking my cock. Slipperier makes it even better, right?”
She nodded at my question and focused even harder on the handjob.
Now that she was getting the hang of it, she overlapped both hands up and down, forming a tight, narrow makeshift onahole.
'Wow, really... I had no idea hands could feel this good...'
Her soft, squishy fingers, slick with precum, glided over my entire shaft.
Especially on the upward stroke—those four fingertips raking across the corona ridge one by one drove me insane.
I wanted to scoop her up right then and pound her fragile little body raw until it broke.
But that might actually rip her apart, so instead, I enjoyed her handjob while sliding my hand to her pussy.
“Ah...!”
“I won't hurt you, so focus on my cock.”
She murmured agreement, but her thighs kept twitching like she couldn't ignore what was happening down there.
I forced her gradually clenching thighs apart and pressed a finger to the pink slit between them.
Her virgin pussy proved its freshness—sparse, light pubes, clean and pretty.
No labia minora wings either. A true pristine model.
“You a virgin?”
“Hng... Y-yes... Never even had a boyfriend...”
“This pretty and cute, and you're a total solo?”
“G-girls always... protected me so much... Never even had a guy friend...”
She blushed like she was confessing something embarrassing.
But her fingers never stopped teasing the ridge with those tzick-tzick motions.
Real deal virgin, huh?
I panted from her relentless stroking and slowly found her entrance, slipping a finger inside.
Squelch—
“Hnnng...!”
So tight.
Tighter than when I'd fingered Yuri-nee's virgin pussy.
The intense squeeze nearly snapped my finger joints—I was shocked.
'Petite build means insane grip.'
“Hey. Don't clamp your legs. Spread 'em again.”
“Y-yes...!”
Startled by the sudden intrusion, her thighs had clamped down hard on my hand, but now they parted again.
With better access, I slowly worked her clenching walls, loosening her up inside.
Squelch—squelch—
“Haah...! Ngh! It feels so weird...”
“Everyone feels that way at first. Hey, your hand stopped?”
She resumed stroking my cock.
In response, I shook the finger inside her up and down, pushing deeper.
Hyun-ah squeezed her eyes shut, trying to ignore the sensations in her lower half by focusing on the handjob.
'Haa... Feels so good...'
A pleasured sigh escaped automatically from her fingers wrapped around my cock.
Thinking about it, I hadn't cum once today yet.
No wonder the buildup hit so fast.
Tzick-tzick-tzick-tzick-tzick—
Maybe sensing the change in my cock, Hyun-ah sped up her steady strokes.
Her small hands worked from base to tip, stimulating the whole shaft.
My already rock-hard erection went into full pre-cum overdrive.
Tzick! Tzick! Tzick! Tzick! Tzick!
“Ngh...!”
“It's already huge... but it's getting even bigger...”
Just like she said, my cock broke its limits, throbbing at 120%.
The surging climax made me groan involuntarily.
I yanked my finger from her pussy and grabbed her face.
Tzick-tzick-tzick-tzick-tzick!!
“Hyun-ah! I'm cumming! Take it all on your face...!”
At my command to take it on her face, she ramped up the speed even more and silently positioned her face in front of the glans.
My pre-orgasm cock twitched wildly in her hand.
Cum swelled right up to the urethral opening.
With my balls contracting, I unleashed the held-back load.
Blurt!! Blurtt! Bllluuurrttt!!
“Ha...?!”
The thick, pent-up cum from dawn till now—no morning service today—raced down my urethra.
The force was intense, but the volume was ridiculous too.
“Haat...! Ngh!”
Blurt! Bllluurrtt! Bllluuurrr!!
The rare sensation of thick, dense cum.
Jelly-like ropes shot out one after another, plastering her face.
“So hot...”
She squeezed her eyes shut amid the ongoing ejaculation.
By the fourth rope, her whole face was coated, so she had to close them to keep cum out.
But it poured endlessly into her nose and slightly parted lips.
Even her hair.
“Hmph...!”
“Haa... Your handjob is fucking incredible, Hyun-ah...”
Despite her face already being a cum mess, I kept my cock aimed at it, demanding more.
Or rather, Hyun-ah was slowly milking my spurting cock, guiding the cum onto her own face.
Go big or go home, huh?
Bllluurrr! Bllluurrtt! Blurtt!!
I didn't hold back, freely hosing down her pretty face.
The real-time drain from my balls as cum poured out.
Even mid-orgasm, her slow strokes kept the momentum going—hell, it felt like she was forcing out fresh batches too.
She squeezed every last drop from my balls onto her face like she was wringing a rag.
Just a hand gliding over it, but this was hands-down the best ejaculation ever.