A Pleading Attitude (3)
"Oh—ohhooooooh...!?"
Especially a request like this—begging me to unleash my desires without restraint—hit even harder.
Schlick, schlick, schlick, schlick...!
Gripping both her legs, her arms locked around my neck, I drove my cock in and out using only my hips and ass. She'd already climaxed twice, and Seyeon was barely clinging to consciousness.
And in that moment, I finally remembered a critical fact I'd completely forgotten.
I didn't put on a condom...!
What would happen if I couldn't hold back and came like this?
My semen would surge straight through her cervix, ravaging Kim Seyeon's married womb and demanding her eggs surrender. Of course her womb and ovaries—soaked in pleasure and starved of release—would answer that call and ovulate on the spot.
How the hell would I know enough about female anatomy to predict that? Experience, that's how. Experience. Multiple rounds with Han Sora, plus years of solo "research" watching porn and running mental simulations. That's what made me this way. Anyway—that's exactly what would happen!
...Okay, fine, that was mostly bullshit. But still...!
Schlick, schlick, schlick, schlick...!
"Hngh... ohh... hahk... hnnngh...!"
The biggest problem was that Kim Seyeon, her mind hazy after climaxing twice already, had no idea what was going on either. From start to finish, neither of us had so much as mentioned the letter C in condom.
So I figured it was a good thing I'd realized it now. In a situation like this, pregnancy had to be avoided at all costs. Which meant...
"Kh—!"
Ah, damn it—of all moments...!
The second my imagination reached Kim Seyeon going into heat and ovulating, the urge to cum slammed into me like a freight train.
I tried to yank my cock out of her pussy—out from where it had been mercilessly ravaging her cervix and vaginal walls. But then—
Grab!
What the hell? This grip strength!?
The arms that had only been draped around my neck suddenly tightened, and she clung to me even harder. Unlike before, when she'd hung on limp and instinctive, this time she pressed herself against me like she was starving for something.
"Do it..."
And then I heard it. That seductive voice.
"Do it... finish inside me... in this married woman's pussy... in this frustrated womb... deep inside this filthy bitch... pump it all out... fill me up with your cum... creampie meee...!"
U-uwaaaaaaagh!
Kim Seyeon had finally figured it out—almost on pure instinct—that I wasn't wearing a condom.
I never imagined she'd hit me with a temptation attack so blatant it could short-circuit a man's brain on the spot...!
"Urgh... at this rate...!"
Squeeze, squeeze!
I felt it. Her pussy clamped down on my cock like a last desperate stand, gripping and milking. And that wasn't all.
Th-that sensation at the tip of my glans... h-her cervix...!?
The cervix of a woman who'd already given birth was begging for it. Hungrier than anyone for the sperm she might receive for the first time in so long.
Hurry, hurry—please empty yourself inside me, it pleaded, clinging to the head of my cock. As if it would never let go.
Ah, for real! If I creampie her like this, it's a one-way ticket to pregnancy tech!
Schlick, schlick, schlick, schlick...!
And as if even that wasn't enough, Seyeon started moving her own hips and ass while still clinging to me.
She was working my entire cock herself—legs spread wide in the full-nelson hold. W-was that even possible? Could pure lust really produce hip and ass movements like this!?
Throb, throb...!
Hah—apparently it could!
This was genuinely dangerous. I had to find a way to finish outside somehow...!
My self-control had hit its absolute limit. Instinct had already overrun more than half of my reason.
Just do it. Cum irresponsibly like this. Pour your semen into her bare pussy without a second thought.
When else was I going to get the chance to unload into a married woman's cunt—a widow's cunt, no less, whose husband was gone?
Yeah... when else would I get a chance like th—hck!
Right as instinct nearly talked me into finishing for real—
I found my escape route. The long, wide sofa we'd used at the very start of this and had left idle ever since.
Thud!
"Ah...!?"
I dumped Kim Seyeon onto the sofa like I was slamming someone with a wrestling move.
The impact made her expression and body go slack for an instant.
At the same time, the vaginal walls and cervix that had been clamping down, ready to milk every drop of semen out of me, loosened just a fraction.
I didn't waste that opening. I yanked my hips and ass back as far as they would go, the same way I pulled out at the top of a thrust.
Pop!
My cock finally escaped that crushing pussy.
And then my patience hit rock bottom.
Spurt, spuuuurt!
"Hyaaaaaaaah...!"
"Kh—!"
Kim Seyeon cried out at the sudden sensation of my cock leaving her, and I groaned under the pleasure of release.
My cock roared in triumph as it sprayed semen across her lower belly and over her pussy.
A thick, considerable amount of cum dirtied the sofa and Kim Seyeon's body. For a man, it was a sight that couldn't help but fill you with pure conquest.
"Hah, hah, hah, haah...!"
"Hoo, hoo, hoo..."
That was close... seriously, genuinely close.
I'd gotten so lost in the sex that I'd completely forgotten the reality we were living in.
What the hell was I thinking, irresponsibly impregnating a woman here!?
It would be hard on Kim Seyeon, hard on me, and dangerous for any kid that got born! Just imagining trying to protect a proper delivery in a world crawling with zombies and monsters made my head spin!
And Lawful Good had the nerve to drop the reins and let something this reckless happen—yeah, it was the alcohol... the alcohol was the problem.
"Hoo, hoo, hoo... Kim Se... Seyeon?"
I ended up nearly sprawled on top of her as she lay back against the sofa. With a little distance between us, of course.
Anyone walking in would have sworn we'd just finished a missionary climax—or what people usually call a mating press.
"Hah, hah, hah... y-you could've just... finished inside... it would've been fiiine..."
Kim Seyeon's voice grew slower and quieter, then stopped altogether.
My heart lurched. A wave of unease rushed in.
I quickly brought my ear close to her face.
"...Haa, haa, haa..."
Phew. She'd just passed out from exhaustion.
Sex for the first time in ages—and rough, explosive sex at that—must have completely drained her.
And here I was falling back on the same old cliché description again. Holding a woman up in a full nelson and fucking her was a position that put a massive strain on the man, too. If you were looking for sex, it was such an extreme choice you really ought to avoid it as reckless.
...But it had been more than worth every bit of that burden. A thoroughly satisfying round.
No—"satisfying" wasn't the right word. I'd lost my reason so completely I'd almost forgotten the no-condom situation entirely and nearly dumped an irresponsible creampie inside Kim Seyeon. That's how deep I'd fallen.
Honestly, even if a real Succubus Queen popped out of nowhere, she couldn't radiate this much pleasure and temptation. And Seyeon hadn't just used crude seduction—she'd controlled the pacing perfectly. Mentally and physically.
"Hoo..."
I carefully lay down on the sofa opposite the one Seyeon was on.
The upside of this office—formerly the National Assembly Speaker's—was that it came stocked with two big sofas plus plenty of chairs. And on top of that...
"Sweet dreams."
There were even blankets stashed in the inner closet. Why, I had no idea.
Anyway, worried naked Kim Seyeon might catch a cold, I draped a blanket over that voluptuous body still marked with the traces of our sex.
Hm? A shower? We hadn't even secured a generator yet—how was that supposed to work? That was a tomorrow problem. For now... for now I was tired too, so I needed some sleep.
"...If you so command in the morning, I shall have the aftermath prepared."
"Ah."
Ah, shit... you startled me.
Butler—you were there the whole time?
I didn't jump or make a scene. His presence was far too familiar for that.
I did flinch a little, but what flooded in wasn't tension—just pure embarrassment.
Even if the other party was some kind of AI-adjacent existence centered on the system rather than a real human, embarrassing was still embarrassing. Fuck...
Screw it! Time to pass out already. What, was I going to wake up tomorrow morning drowning in regret?
April 25th.
Morning.
"The liquor was the problem."
I woke up drowning in ferocious regret.
Fuck... what the hell was that whiskey, that it made me go this far?
I'd just barreled through, like a runaway train, the stage right before the final one a man and woman could reach in a normal relationship (the final one being marriage).
...It had felt insanely good, though. Half of it was a drunken blur, but the fact that it had felt insanely good was still burned crystal clear into my memory.
If Han Sora's charm was that pure, innocent quality mixed with a complete lack of shame about satisfying her desires, then Kim Seyeon had a natural-born talent for playing a man's heart like an instrument.
Sex with a woman who blended allure, obscenity, and even the kind of coquetry that made your chest flutter... I doubted I could ever burn that hot again, even if I tasted it a second time.
"Ugh, nngh... my head..."
Of course, it was time to face reality now.
From where I sat on the sofa sighing, I could see Kim Seyeon rustling around. Eyes half-open, she groped for her glasses.
Eventually she found them on the little side table next to the sofa, put them on, and looked at me with a face still half-asleep.
Her eyes flew open. Then her cheeks flushed red.
"...We were quite drunk, weren't we."
That awkward little line served as her morning greeting.
"The liquor was the problem. As it always is."
I answered just as awkwardly.
After that we worked in silence—and with surprising competence—cleaning up after the sex and gathering our clothes piece by piece.
...I couldn't manage the same restraint, though. Not me, at least.
"We'll just tell the kids we stayed up all night in a meeting. Ah, as for cleaning up in here—"
Whoosh!
From behind, I carefully wrapped my arms around Kim Seyeon.
"Eep!? J-Jeong Hoon-ssi...?"
"Forgive me. But—"
Like some pathetic excuse, I carefully pressed my lower body forward.
Throb, throb!
If I dared make an excuse—it was all Kim Seyeon's fault. She'd turned her back on me wearing nothing but a white dress shirt, putting that half-naked lower body on full display. That was the crime.
Yeah, fuck! I never thought I'd end up spouting garbage this lame. It was all because Kim Seyeon was so damn hot that it came to this!
"I can't hold back..."
Still, there was another calculation buried in this reckless move. Namely...
"If we do this... won't it make us even later getting back to the kids...?"
The calculation that Kim Seyeon wouldn't put up a hard refusal either.
For about twenty minutes, we healthily worked off the morning lust we'd woken up with.
Once that was done, we headed for the shower room attached to the office. After asking the butler to clean up before we left, of course.
"Deodorize the room and... handle the rest, if you would."
"Have no concerns, Your Excellency. And... I shall keep silent."
"...Understood."
Having a butler with actual social awareness was a genuine blessing.
We stepped into the shower room, but—obviously—no water came out. Electricity, water, and gas were all cut; of course nothing would run. But we already knew that. In an age like this, we'd packed enough substitutes to manage a shower.
Dump bottled water over your head to soak your whole body, work up a lather with whatever soap was left, then rinse with more bottled water. Wipe the detailed spots with wet wipes. It was a method that reeked of poverty enough to make your chest ache—but even this counted as luxury compared to what most people had.
No—if we secured a generator and supplied the territory with power, letting us use hot and cold running water... that would be practically living like gods in heaven.
We took turns washing, then got dressed. The clothes we put on, though, were fresh ones unlike yesterday's. Thank god for the Feather Bag. Hallelujah!
"Jeong Hoon-ssi, I've been thinking about those people."
"Those people?"
Who was she talking about?
On the way back, Kim Seyeon spoke up, and when I turned she was adjusting her glasses with a bright smile. No—a distinctly meaningful smile.
"Han Daegeon's younger sister—the one who took people up to Gangbuk. The people led by Han Miseon. I've figured out a little about how we should bring them in. Or rather... how to make them kneel under Lord Jeong Hoon."
"Make them... kneel?"
The blatantly hierarchical wording made me flinch slightly.
Kim Seyeon wasn't normally the type to throw around language that aggressive. What kind of sudden change of heart could have—ah. There had been something last night that could cause a change like that.
"Yes. At first I thought we could handle it the way we did in our old district. Win them over through persuasion. But when I thought about it again... that alone didn't seem like enough. Hyejin's family was large in number, and we were there with them, right? But we're only six people—five if you don't count Minji. So the more that's true—"
The proposal Kim Seyeon laid out after that left me with no choice but to feel a mix of shock and admiration—and to pay genuine respect to her wisdom and shrewdness.
Smack!
Physically, of course. In the form of a kiss on her lips.
"I am fortunate to have you at my side."
"Oh, honestly... Jeong Hoon-ssi, always without any warning..."
Even as she said it, the way she beamed with shy delight was so lovable I thought I might lose my mind.
Thanks to that, for just a little while, I completely failed to anticipate what kind of disaster was waiting when we got back.
I should have seen it coming.
"Welcome back, you two! Did you have a nice steamy night yesterday?"
The disaster started with Yun Mina ringing the bell.
Kim Seyeon and I could see it all. Yun Mina grinning ear to ear. Park Seeun wearing an expression of pure disbelief. And Han Sora staring at us with a face that was incredibly flat—no, downright cold.
...Ah, shit!
I'm fucked!
No, no no no! What are you thinking, Jeong Hoon!
Not yet. These people are just jumping to conclusions, aren't they? Stay calm. If I calmly lay out an excuse, everything will work out. I can't forget already that Lawful Good is still running my outward appearance, can I?
"Ahem. My apologies. We became so absorbed in our duties that we ended up staying up through the ni—"
"Hah!? You did that all night long? Ah, now that I look, both of you have a little dark circles under your eyes...!? Wow, Orabeoni Jeong Hoon... you're even more of a beast than I imagined. Right?"
Mina. Shut up. For real! Who told you to go wild with the overinterpretation!?
"I know not of what you speak. We simply spent considerable time planning what we ought to do starting toda—"
"Ahahaha! Just as I thought. You heard that, Seeun? You heard it, Sora-sunbae? 'I know not of what you speak'—he said it, right? I told you he'd definitely say that to cover for their steamy night. And they came back in fresh clothes, so it's a locked case anyway. Kya-hahahaha!"
"O-oh my god! Seyeon unnie! Hoonie oppa! D-did you two really...!?"
"...I told you not to call me sunbae."
Yun. Mi. Na!
What the hell kind of briefing did you give them beforehand!? This crafty little—!
"Oppa, can we... talk for a moment?"
Sh-shiiiiiiit!
Terrifyingly, Han Sora walked toward me with a face still close to expressionless.
Fear washed over me. I could feel a sinister aura rolling off Sora. For some reason, the feeling was strangely familiar. Not long ago, I'd felt something a lot like this, hadn't I?
At the same time, I realized there was no escaping this moment.
"S-Seyeon unnie. I think you and I need to... have a talk too?"
"Yes, Seeun. I felt the same way."
But why... was Kim Seyeon so incredibly calm? She was so composed it was almost unbelievable. We'd just agreed—with our mouths, and physically—to claim we'd stayed up all night in a meeting.
I was one step from genuine terror, and that didn't even seem unreasonable... so why?
"Don't worry, Jeong Hoon-ssi. Sora... already knows."
And then she even winked at me before heading off to a corner with Seeun. Already knows? Why drop something even more cryptic...?
"Oppa...?"
Hiiiek! The moment I heard Han Sora's ominous voice, I snapped back to attention. Right—right now...
It was time to pay the price. Shiiit...!
Sora took the lead, opened a door in the lodging (the former National Assembly daycare) that was closer to a storage room than anything else.
With a click, she strode through the open door and beckoned me in.
I pushed my way inside, and then the door shut.
"Sora, I—"
"O-oppa... I told you before... right?"
Before I could even start making excuses, Han Sora's voice came out laced with that eerie chill. Her previously blank expression shifted.
If I dared say it—that was not, by any stretch, the face of someone about to punish a cheating boyfriend.
"I said S-Seyeon unnie, and even Seeun... would be okay... I told you that clearly... but..."
If anything, it was a face carrying a touch of sulky resentment.
"E-even so... doing it only four days after saying that... that's way too... way too fast. Seriously!"
Th-that was what this was about!?
My mouth fell open at Han Sora's completely unexpected complaint.