Chapter 50
It's my will. Despite her rebellious attitude, thanks to the thorough memory etched into her body from all the times we fucked in the dungeon yesterday, Baek Geum-hwa plays the perfect role of a semen receptacle meat toilet—clenching her pussy around my cock without warning as I creampie her, hitting her peak like clockwork. I bow my head toward her once more in appreciation.
"Wh-what the hell? You came inside! Why didn't you pull out, you fucking Master bastard? And you think I'll kiss you again just because?!"
"Not 'think'—you will. You're my meat toilet, after all."
"Like I said before, this arrangement lasts only until I pay off every debt I owe you. Someday I'll make you regret this humiliation. So brace yourself... Don't shove your face in while I'm talking, ugh... Mmchuu♡"
She glares at me with defiant eyes, but soon resigns herself, tightening her arms around my neck and lifting her head for a kiss. I'd playfully stuck out my tongue first before leaning in, and she obediently sucks it between her lips, stroking it just like her pussy would. I chuckle and say,
"So, you're mine right now, yeah?"
Mmchuu. "Shut up... I don't belong to anyone."
"Still haven't grasped your place, huh? Your slutty tits that make my dick throb, those rock-hard abs, and this pussy drooling because it loves my cock so much—they all know you're mine. You denying it changes nothing."
"Nngooh...?!"
Squish♡ I thrust up into Baek Geum-hwa's pussy again. Not satisfied with just one load, her walls greedily grind against my plunging cock, wrapping herself aggressively around it toward her womb.
"Say it. Who do you belong to?"
"I told you, I don't belong to anyoneeeek♡...!"
"Heh heh heh, look at you pretending not to know out of pride. You already get it."
"Shut your mouth, I'll bite it off, you fucking Master, I'll bite it off♡...!"
"From the moment I stamped that pussy seal on you, there was no not knowing."
"Kkhiiiik?!"
Smack♡ I slap my palm against Baek Geum-hwa's ass. She's not a full-blown masochist like Park Ayoung, but her status window confirmed she has walls thick enough to rival it. Deciding to deliver the pleasure of submission to this feral beast through my dick and hands, I ask the woman glaring at me like she wants to kill me,
"What're you staring at?"
"You know damn well! What the hell do you think you're doing? Raping me wasn't enough—now you're hitting me too?!"
"And if I am? Does that make you any less my meat toilet?"
"Kkhiiiit?!"
Smack♡ Another spank on her ass. Contrary to her fierce glare, the moment it lands, her muscular pussy clamps down on my cock like it was waiting, sending shivers of pleasure up my spine from the glans to my hips. I've heard tales of apples growing bigger when struck, but a pussy that tightens on impact? Grinning wickedly, I reward her heavy breathing with my swelling mushroom head, growing thicker the harder she squeezes.
Squish-squish-squish♡
"Oh, oooh, you crazy bastard—why do you keep smacking my ass?! I'm glaring right at you! You flinched, I saw you trembling! So why keep hitting my ass when you're scared shitless?!"
"You're misunderstanding. I was shaking because your pussy feels so fucking good."
"What?! Hngk♡ Oooh♡...!"
Drooling uncontrollably at the flavor of my saliva-dripping mushroom head, Baek Geum-hwa loses her mind as I thrust up into her pussy. Her walls, customizing themselves perfectly to my cock like a dedicated hole, get me massively worked up too. I grab her tits.
"These tits and abs are insanely hot."
"Don't make me laugh. Flattery won't save you—I'll rip you apart later. Right now I'm just enduring this humiliation because I have to, but once the debt's paid... Hngguup, there you go stabbing my pussy deeeep♡...!"
Her legs, once tangled between mine, slowly wrap around my thighs. Despite her defiant eyes and words, her body unwittingly shows the motions of a bitch that allows nothing but creampies—sinking deeper into sex with me, growing lewder by the thrust.
I lean down for another kiss. As I pull away, she sticks out her tongue to follow, and I tell her,
"So, until that day comes, you admit you're mine?"
"..."
"Answer me."
"Nngok?! F-fuuuck♡...!"
Squish♡ I pin her against the wall and thrust up again. Avoiding my gaze, she glances at the urinals flanking her, clenching her pussy tight with a moan before wrapping her legs harder around my thighs, pulling me deeper.
"...I'm Master's. It's humiliating, but right now, I'm Master's woman—your meat toilet, ready to strip and spread whenever and wherever you want."
"That's right."
"B-but! Like I keep saying, this is only while the debt lasts!? Pay it off, and you'll be calling me Master!"
"Oh yeah? Guess I gotta train you good and knock you up then. So you can't escape me."
"You psycho bastard, jokes have limits—kkhooooh?!"
"Pregnancy a joke to you? Nah, this won't do. From now on, sex at least five times a day. Then you'll know I'm dead serious."
"Haaang, nngh, hnguuu♡...!"
Squish-squish-squish♡ To the reluctant Baek Geum-hwa, I inject my utter sincerity straight into her body via my cock. Clinging tighter, she lifts her head as I lean in, meeting my lips. After several tongue-twirls and a loud gulp as she swallows our saliva, I pull away and say,
"Got it? You're my meat toilet. Time-limited, sure, but until then, just like these urinals—you spread your pussy the second my dick twitches, stroking it out as my semen dump!"
"Sh-shut uuuup... Pay off the debt, and I'll make you pay for this humiliation. Until then, clean your dick—no, your neck—and wait♡...!"
"Why should I clean? You're the meat toilet—you clean me. Can't expect perfection after just one day, huh?"
"A hundred, a thousand years from now, I'll never submit to you♡ I'll endure and make you payyyok♡...!"
"Sure? Oh no, I'm so scared I'm gonna piss myself."
"You craaazy... Hiiik♡ Cumming again while getting creampied♡...!"
Spluuuurt♡ Already orgasmed multiple times from our kisses and pussy-pounding, Baek Geum-hwa hits her limit again as hot semen blasts her womb, contracting her pussy to the max in ecstasy. She'd been twitching small climaxes earlier, but holding back for one big one synced to my timing? Intentional or not, good meat toilet. I giggle at her diligently milking every drop, then shove my spent cock toward her face while eyeing her dripping pussy.
"Normally you'd stuff bills into a freshly creampied pussy for extra humiliation, but in this cashless age, it's a real shame."
"...Try it and see. I'm your meat toilet, not a whore. I told you—some things I do, some I don't."
"Big difference between the two, really?"
"Fucking asshole..."
"Look at you! Time for cursing is time for cleaning dick."
"...Mmchuu♡"
Incorrigible, as expected. Glaring daggers, she slowly kneels before me and kisses my cum-and-juice-coated cock.
After laying the utterly exhausted Baek Geum-hwa in the infirmary, I head straight for the Student Council President's Office. I'd gotten so absorbed fucking her that Brynhildr might think I'm late even accounting for dropping her off. Hurrying a bit more than usual, I arrive to hear,
"...Then I'll take my leave."
"Huh?"
"You bastard...!!"
Perfectly timed—blue-haired big-tits swordswoman Miyamoto Setsuna emerging from the president's office.
"This is your fault. You and that mongrel bitch...!"
Her face noticeably downcast, Setsuna spots me and reaches for her sword at her waist in rising fury, but lets out a deep sigh and bows her head.
"...Hurry up and go in. The president is waiting."
"What, no yelling?"
"...I won't tolerate it twice. I said go in. You gonna keep the president waiting?"
"Alright. Keep reflecting, then."
"You bastard?! You talking down to me like—"
She must've been broken hard; head bowed in gloom, I tease her lightly. Setsuna bristles again, hand to her sword, but,
"President, it's Kang Han-beom. May I come in?"
—Enter.
"Tch... You bastard... Just you wait...!"
Broken bad indeed—she glares like I'm the world's sleaziest villain as I knock, then steps back with a third-rate baddie line. I stifle a laugh at her and enter the Student Council President's Office.
Brynhildr, her mood as complicated as Setsuna's gloom, doesn't even glance at me. She stands by the window, staring outside. I bow slightly.
"Sorry I'm late."
"No, you came at the right time. On schedule, and I'd have made you wait. Sit."
She finally turns, guiding me to the reception table and sofa. Without protest, I sit on the guest sofa as she points. Brynhildr pours coffee from the pot by her desk.
"Coffee?"
"No thanks. Caffeine doesn't agree with me."
"I see. Pity."
I turn away politely, and she seems genuinely disappointed, grabbing only her cup and approaching... my side.
"President?"
"Something wrong?"
"Wh-why sit next to me...?"
"Where the student council president sits is my will, no?"
She meets my surprised stare with a 'what's so obvious?' look, crossing her arms under her massive tits. I flick my eyes to sneak a peek, then smirk at the faint, lewdly erotic breath tickling my ear.
"True. It's the president's will."
"Exactly. My will. Whatever I do... it's my will..."
Brynhildr's hand lands on my thigh.