Chapter 33
At least the silver lining was that, like her mother, she was soaking wet—her pussy juices still gushing out like a fountain deep inside, loyally serving as lube while piling layer upon layer of pleasure into her body.
"Ah, aaah...? U, uuuh....? Uuugh?!"
Just having my cock buried inside her was enough to make Choi Ara's dazed body clench on its own, twitch and shudder, delivering all sorts of stimulation. Our bodies fit together perfectly...? Was this what it meant to be my future wife? Even without moving, she was giving me so many sensations it felt like I could cum any second—and I could tell she was feeling it too, her rigid body gradually loosening, heat blooming within her.
"Looks like you and I are a perfect match, huh? Just having it in like this is enough to make me wanna blow."
"Huuuugh... sh, shut... uuuup...!"
Choi Ara bristled at the idea of us being compatible, that old stubborn, prickly side of her flaring up for a moment in embarrassment.
"Ah, aaah?! Aaaaaah??!!"
Her body, which had been melting so languidly, suddenly tensed up again. The pussy walls gripping my cock without a gap started writhing and convulsing, then something touched the tip—right at the glans.
What the hell?
Intrigued by this new sensation, I thrust deeper. Squish!
"Ooooh?!"
Her head snapped back, a beastly groan ripping from her throat. Was that her cervix just now? My dick was on the bigger side, but this was the first time I'd ever pushed all the way to her womb. I'd accidentally done a full porn star pile-driver. Now I got why my future self was so obsessed with Choi Ara, why we'd gotten married. If there was ever a hole made just for me, it was hers.
"Haha!"
Stumbling upon this hidden side of my childhood friend—one I never discovered during the rape—had me grinning ear to ear in genuine delight. I'd planned to wait for her to get used to it, but holding back against a woman who stirred such deep desires was pushing my limits.
Squelch, splat!
"Kuhuuuugh?!" Spiiiish!
One single thrust. That was all it took. Choi Ara let out a primal scream laced with ecstasy as she climaxed, squirting everywhere. Her barely melted body went rigid again in an instant, every muscle locking up. I couldn't see her face with her head thrown back, but her trembling jaw told me just how intense the pleasure was.
Heat exploded from her feverish body like a burst dam. Her nails dug into my back, leaving scratches as if she feared being swept away by the waves of orgasm—but the dizzying clench and spasms around my cock had me lost in my own bliss.
Splash! Splash!
The lukewarm squirt hitting my lower belly tapered off. Her quaking body suddenly went limp, like a toy with dead batteries, all motion ceasing as she slumped.
"Haaaaah..."
Choi Ara collapsed onto the bed, utterly spent, with a pitiful, deflating moan. Her face, melted in pleasure I'd never seen before.
Mwah.
I planted a light kiss on her, as if to snap her out of it.
"..."
Whether the kiss really worked or not, her hazy, arousal-glazed eyes focused on me.
"I haven't cum yet."
"Haaaah... j-just... let me rest a bit..."
At my firm words, she pleaded in a shy, shrinking voice. Her pathetic begging stirred my sadism, but I barely held onto my fraying self-control. I have to hold back. If I was just gonna pound her like a dog and ruin her, I would've done it ages ago. The first time was coercive rape, so this second round needed to be a good memory—no roadblocks for future training.
"Fine, I'll just stay buried inside. Hurry up and rest."
"You're... too much..."
Even now, the foreign pressure filling her deep belly was trickling more pleasure into her. The afterglow of climax, the breathless oppression, the thick male musk—it all blurred her mind into a haze. Seeing her state worsen instead of improve as time passed actually worried me.
"Hey, hey! I still haven't cum!"
"..."
She looked ready to drift into euphoric sleep any second, so I opted for forceful measures.
Squelch, splat!
"Haaaaaugh?!"
Sparks flew in her eyes as her foggy consciousness snapped awake.
"Ah, it hurts! I said slower!"
"No, screw slow—I've only thrust twice now!"
We bickered like a long-time couple who'd seen it all, fucking while bantering. Just like when we were kids pulling pranks on each other, the tension melted away in an instant.
"Pfft!"
"What the...?"
I burst out laughing, and she covered her face in disbelief.
"Kiss me."
She demanded it seriously.
Mwah, smooch... slurp, sluuuurp...
"Mmph... mmf... mmm..!"
Starting light, our kiss grew sticky, tongues tangling in wet, sloppy fervor. It intensified like we were devouring each other. While keeping it going, I finally started slamming my hips down to satisfy myself.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
"Hngh...! Mmmph... mmm...?!"
This time, her body embraced her honest desires fully—the fear and terror washed away by orgasmic waves. Unlike our forceful first time, her rippling flesh finally welcomed the man astride her, tasting a man's flavor for real. And I finally savored her womanhood, unknown even to me.
Similar to her mom, but different. Where Lee Seo-yoon wrapped softly and squeezed on the squeeze, Choi Ara—still clueless on pleasing a man—just clenched dizzingly tight. But the sensation enveloping my whole shaft felt just like her mother's. Comparing the secret textures of mother and daughter, I hammered my hips relentlessly, feeding my lust.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
Each clash of our junction brought lewd, sticky squelches, transparent juices splattering everywhere, soaking the sheets further. The layered female scents built up on the bed since yesterday revived with the moisture, swirling through the room.
"Mmph... haaah?! I-Il-woo...!"
She called my name so endearingly. Tasting womanly joy properly for the first time, she writhed in ecstasy, twisting her hips wildly. Half wanting to flee, half wishing this moment eternal—the conflict raged within.
I really do like Il-woo... A fragment from yesterday's outburst in front of her mom. The swelling emotions had rooted deep in her heart. She gazed up through blurry vision at the man atop her—a childish face smeared with base lust, yet delighted through her body. So different from the horrific violation in blindfolded darkness, this bliss spread from her depths through her whole being.
Gush!
Each surge of pleasure brought a shameful flood from her endless spring.
If I'd known it'd be like this, I should've given it to Il-woo first... Her first boyfriend. Better a slightly pervy childhood friend than some nameless thug. Regret welled up.
"Ah, aaah...! Aaaaaah!!!"
She screamed her ecstasy like a banshee, unleashing regret and pleasure in one explosive torrent. Her arms and legs wrapped me tight, binding me.
Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!
My hips moved fiercer, urgency bleeding through. My perfect doll. My future mate. The rapture of truly bonding with her had excitement surging—I was on the verge.
My cock swelled, ready to unleash its seed.
"Huuuugh...?!"
She felt it ballooning inside, about to split her. Her first real man, but instinct screamed the end was near.
"I-in... inside... no...! Don't...!"
She mustered her last reason, desperately begging me not to cum inside. I ignored it, ready to flood her—until her pleading upward gaze squeezed out my final restraint.
Splat!
"Haaaaah!" Gush! Gush! Gush!
I slammed deep enough to kiss her womb, then yanked out frantically. The soul-shaking impact rippled through her as her pussy gushed again. Before she could miss the enveloping warmth, hot liquid splattered her face—she shrieked.
"Kyaaah?!"
Spurt! Spurt! Spurt!
I stroked my slick cock, ropes of thick white cum erupting onto her face, defiling her. Caught off guard, she couldn't block it—drenched in my lust's essence.
In her mild orgasmic haze, the choking semen stench snapped her back. "Ah..."
The sticky trail down her cheek. The first real whiff of cum's fishy, night-bloom scent wasn't unpleasant—primal, stirring her womb, bleaching her reason white.
"Huuuuh..."
I exhaled deeply, squeezing out the last drop onto her face before pulling away. Short and rough as it was, we'd exhausted ourselves like a full sprint.
"Feel good?"
"..."
Teasing her for a review, but she was still thrashing in afterglow, no breath to answer. Her sweat-glistened beauty twitched with blissful ripples; the lewd musk rising from her crotch was pure temptation to bury my face. Smeared in my cum, her face was more sensual than anything—translucent skin dirtied by opaque fluid, cathartic. The responsible girl's mask gone, replaced by a woman's.
Took a while.
I'd worked tirelessly to see my childhood friend become a woman. This unseen side of her. Eyes unfocused and dreamy beneath fluttering lids, heavy breaths ragged, cum-splattered face fading into sleep.
"..."
In the room thick with sultry, furnace-hot air, even breathing spread peacefully.
"Just for today."
Mindful of her serene slumber, I decided to call it. My lust screamed for more, but my heart felt full for the first time in ages. To preserve her lewd, beautiful form, I pulled out my phone, snapping pics from every angle, then sat beside her, savoring the afterglow of our long journey's starting line.