Judgment. Rest. And Aftermath (1)
May 7th.
Six in the morning — the hour when the first pale threads of sunlight began to announce the dawn.
"Ah—! Ah—! Anh—! Aaaahn—!"
From the earliest hours of the day, a woman's cries of raw pleasure filled the room that had once been the Speaker of the National Assembly's private quarters — and that now served as the office of the man who ruled over the entire domain.
The wet slap of flesh meeting flesh. The slick whisper of leather sofa against sweat-slicked skin.
Chap, chap, chap, chap!
"There—! Right there—! Riiight theeere! So good—! So goooood—!"
Her arms locked around the man's neck, her legs wrapped tight around his waist, the woman cried out as she rocked her body in time with every thrust — his cock driving deep into her lower belly, all the way to the place where a child could take root, then drawing back out again.
It was a concerto of pleasure, love and lust fantastically intertwined, played upon an instrument no different from the curves of her own body.
And the man giving her that pleasure was…
Right. Why am I talking about myself in the third person? It was me.
With one hand I lovingly caressed her full, ripe breasts; with the other I wrapped her from the back, holding her close. My mouth found the nape of her pale white neck, then her cheek, and finally her lips.
Even as I flaunted that affection, I kept driving my cock into Kim Seyeon over and over, plunging deep to satisfy my own hunger.
Squelch, squelch, squelch, squelch!!
"Hah— if this keeps up…!"
"I— I'm coming! Coming! Again—! Againnnn—!"
Kim Seyeon's head snapped back as she screamed through another climax. That made five. Five orgasms for every one of mine.
The aftershocks rippled through her body and traveled straight into my arms, into my chest — and into the cock still buried inside her, deep past her lower belly and the soft flesh of her inner thighs.
Her walls clenched down hard, crying out in joy, squeezing and milking me as if offering congratulations. And at the tip — her cervix, the entrance to that little room where egg and sperm meet to make a baby, sealed itself around my head and suckled greedily.
The pleasure was so intense that the slightest lapse in concentration would have finished me on the spot. I even found myself wondering whether a human body was supposed to be capable of something like this — the way she kept sucking as if begging for something.
Ugh…! No, wait — this is way stronger than before!
"Damn— at this rate I'm going to finish inside…!"
Truth was, I already had. Once. I'd already pumped a load into her — the classic creampie, delivered like some kind of initiation rite.
Still, she'd screamed "It's safe todayyyy—!" when I did it, so I'd relaxed just enough to plant my seed without much worry… but twice was another matter. Safe or not, the odds were never zero. Better to pull out this time.
Leveling up. We survivors already knew from experience what it did to the body.
Looks cleaned up, then kept improving until people turned genuinely handsome or beautiful. Soft places softened further; the right curves filled out into perfect figures.
In other words, anyone who was already attractive or well-built only became more radiant. And Kim Seyeon right now…
"Do it… darling… please do it… fill me up inside… fill my baby room… pleaseee—!"
…had every part of her already-excellent face and figure dialed up so far that my lust wasn't just boiling — it was demanding I explode right then and there.
No. It already had. Because I couldn't—
"Kh—!"
I couldn't hold it anymore. Who the hell could?
"I'm finishing inside… Seyeon."
"Hnn—! Hnnnnn—! Yes— do it! Do iiiit! Not anyone else's—! I want Jeong Hoon's seeeed—! Pour your love into this married woman's woooomb—!"
Honestly, the filthiest and most endearing things came out of her mouth.
Before I knew it our fingers were laced together, faces locked on each other as our bodies pressed close. We stared into eyes drowned in love and pleasure — and finally neither of us could hold back.
"Mmnh— churp—!"
"Chuuup— mmnh—!"
We crushed our mouths together like we meant to devour each other.
That was the signal. The last limiter snapped free.
Ugh… it's— it's coming again—!
Spurt— spuuuurt—!
"Puh—! Hyaaaaaahn—!"
I drove in to the hilt and threw off every chain of restraint I had left.
Second climax. Once again I aimed dead-center at her cervix and came hard inside Kim Seyeon's pussy. Not a drop escaped outward — I was certain of the hit. The sensation was identical to the first time.
I had no intention of pulling out anyway, but escape wasn't even an option. Her legs had locked around my waist like a vise, refusing to let my cock slip free.
And yet… my Strength was nineteen. Near-monster levels of power. So why couldn't I get free of Kim Seyeon?
Was this it? That thing they talk about — a grown woman's lust pushed to its absolute limit?
Someone on the internet once cracked a dirty joke: A woman whose frustration has stacked and stacked until it finally detonates cannot be stopped. Husbands who catch that signal from their wives — my deepest condolences. Turns out it was grounded in cold, hard reality.
"Haa… haa… haa…"
"Huu… huu… huu…"
In the grand aftermath of climax, a sudden limpness took us both. We stayed tangled together on the sofa, catching our breath.
Of course, no matter how spectacular the finish, collapsing dead-weight on top of a woman was out of the question.
Instead I carefully slid an arm behind Kim Seyeon's back and lifted her so we were pressed together in something closer to an embrace.
Consideration for the woman I loved. It had become second nature — not a habit forced on me by Lawful Good, but something I'd learned myself every time I held a woman in my arms.
I stroked my woman's hair with slow, gentle passes. She seemed to like it; even as she caught her breath, a smile full of pure happiness curved her lips.
"Hehehe… haa… haa… if I keep taking you on… haa… haa… all by myself like this… haa… haa… I won't have any stamina left, will I? Hehe… kiss…"
Her voice was spent, a little loose around the edges — but the overflowing satisfaction was unmistakable as she pressed a kiss to my cheek.
"I want to do this again… huu… just like this… but I'd genuinely collapse, wouldn't I? Honestly… I want the other girls to start receiving your love soon too… kiss…!"
She kept raining kisses across my cheek, my face, my forehead, whispering the sweetest, most endearing things against my ear in that honeyed tone.
If anything, this quiet intimacy was stirring the desire I'd only just spent back to life.
And above all else — the feel of her body, made springy and impossibly curved by leveling up, pressed flush against mine… it was like holding an angel.
This is… I can't… oh, fuck…!?
Twitch—!
"O-oh my…?"
My other self — still nestled inside Kim Seyeon, having gone soft — carefully announced its presence again.
Fine, I'll say it bluntly. I was hard again.
"O-oh my… hnn—!? A-again…?"
Kim Seyeon seemed a little startled too. Her expression flickered — the thick, hardening presence of my cock inside her had briefly short-circuited her brain.
You've heard the stories, right? When a woman's sexual pleasure spikes high enough, her vision sometimes swims and the world goes white.
I'd never been on the receiving end myself, but the way Kim Seyeon's eyes had just wavered told me, from experience, that pleasure had swallowed her for a moment before she clawed her way back to reality.
And seeing that face — up close — only made the cock that had just woken up urge me on even harder, manners be damned.
"It's your fault, Seyeon. You're too…"
Yeah. All of this was Kim Seyeon's fault.
"I'm… too lewd?"
Look at that — my woman was sharp. She supplied the answer herself.
But it wasn't enough. It felt like filling in a short-answer question with just the correct word and leaving the rest of the thirty-character minimum blank.
"More than that. You're too lovely. You make a man's chest ache. You make desire twist and writhe. It's driving me insane. Truly. I want to carve it into every inch of that body — that you're mine. That you're my woman."
I looked straight into both her eyes and whispered it in a serious voice, barely any smile on my lips. I laid my honest feelings bare for her.
What I got in return was a girlish little moan, flushed cheeks, and eyes gone damp at the corners.
"Hnn—… you… wanting me… that pure desire to have me…! I've never heard anything like it… all I've ever gotten was filthy lust or insecure nonsense… I never thought I'd hear something like this from you…!"
The insecure nonsense had probably come from her ex-husband; the filthy lust from that gangster bastard whose name I'd already forgotten. It was the complaint of a married woman carrying a heavy past — a past that had never properly satisfied her needs.
What I knew for certain was this: the sight of Kim Seyeon flustered by my pure(?) confession was so ridiculously cute it sent my mood soaring.
Riding that high, I poured love into a playful whisper against her ear.
"You hate it?"
"Sniff… of course not…!"
Kiss—!
In an instant her lips found mine. An impulsive kiss, overflowing with joy. For a moment we simply stayed connected like that, lips joined without tongues.
When we finally parted, I could see tears of pure emotion — and hear the wetness in her voice.
"I'm so, so happy…!"
A woman's happiness.
In times like these, some people would call even dreaming of such a thing a luxury. Happiness comes in many forms, so chasing other kinds of it might reasonably be labeled extravagant.
But this much, at least, I could provide — a happy night that satisfied a woman's desire. Even if it was technically morning now.
"…Doing it one more time would be too much, right?"
I whispered the provocation. Her tear-bright expression shifted.
Just as provocative — and just as drunk on happiness — she pressed her forehead to mine and grinned.
"Oh my… Jeong Hoon? You're underestimating a woman far too much. Who do you think is going to be the one stumbling around exhausted all day…? Shall we make a little bet?"
One hour later. Seven in the morning.
I decided I would never trust the stats listed on my status screen again.
Why was I the one with a sore lower back and nodding off after four climaxes from dawn to morning, while—
"Shall we hold the meeting after breakfast? Ah, first things first — a shower~ ♬"
—the woman who'd been on the receiving end had skin even springier than before and energy practically radiating off her!?
Isn't this cheating!? The balance is completely fucked!
"Don't forget, Jeong Hoon? Besides me, the other girls need you to make time for them like this too—"
Knock knock knock…!
We'd finished showering and were getting dressed, trading idle chatter, when it happened.
A knock at the door — and then, without waiting for an answer, someone opened it and walked straight in.
"Your Excellency. Breakfast is ready."
Well. There was only one person — or rather, one NPC — who could barge into my office like that. The butler with the impressively noisy face opened the door in his formal attire and offered us his morning greeting.
"Mm. Understood. I'll be right there."
My castle — the former National Assembly Building — had several cafeterias. Most of them were large enough to seat well over a hundred people.
Among them was a dining hall reserved for banquets: in other words, a private restaurant just for me and my officers. I'd originally thought it would be better to eat alongside everyone else… but Kim Seyeon and Yun Mina had both objected.
"If you want to project the dignity of a lord, it's better to dine separately, Jeong Hoon. It also keeps confidential matters shared only among the officers from leaking out."
"Exactly. And more than anything… the other residents would probably feel uncomfortable eating with you, Orabeoni. You're a person of high station, after all. Sitting next to you would make their throats seize up — they wouldn't even be able to swallow their food."
With both of them in agreement, I'd quietly withdrawn my opinion. Anyway — the officers' dining hall. At least Kim Seyeon and I would get to share a quiet meal together.
"Yes, Your Excellency. And… the other officers are waiting in the dining hall."
"Hm? The others?"
I tilted my head.
Hadn't I declared two full days of free meals and rest?
Today was the day immediately after a large-scale expedition. One good night's sleep was never going to wipe out that kind of fatigue. I'd set aside at least two days for recovery, so there was no need for anyone to match my schedule… so why?
"Everyone's here? Sora, Seeun, and Mina — all of them?"
"Yes. All of them. Young Miss Seo Minji is waiting as well. They arrived at the officers' private fine-dining hall twenty minutes ago and have been waiting for the two of you."
"Huh…"
"Oh my…"
I felt a flicker of awkwardness. On any other day it wouldn't have mattered… but today, Kim Seyeon and I had slipped off to the office before dawn to enjoy a happy sex life that was supposed to stay just between us.
And Sora especially… Sora, the only one besides Kim Seyeon who'd shared that kind of intimacy with me… if she found out what we'd snuck off and done…!
Cold sweat genuinely ran down my back.