The Definition of Our Relationship
"Charles. I'm sorry." I apologized, but Charles was still sulking, her back turned to me. I suppose I might have gone a bit too far today, hadn't I? I decided to test the waters. "Charles. Didn't you say you'd do anything I wanted when we first signed the contract?"
As I brought up the contract clauses, her body flinched. Not wanting to answer, she pulled the duvet up, covering herself all the way to the top of her head. A muffled voice drifted out from beneath the covers. "I said I'd do anything, but... today... you were just too much..."
"You were the one who wanted to come to the motel."
"I didn't mean I wanted to have sex like *that*."
"You were turned on too, Charles."
That was the truth. Even when I took her forcefully, a succubus's body accepted everything as pleasure. The pain was only there at the beginning. But it seemed that physical climax and emotional state were two different things. I spoke to the still-sulking Charles. "You knew my tastes. You saw my porn collection right from the start."
Charles pressed the duvet down even harder. She clearly didn't want to talk about it. It was my fault, so I had nothing to say. I sighed, hugged the bundle of blankets, and apologized. "I'm sorry, Charles. I really was too harsh today."
At that apology, she peeked her face out from the covers and looked at me. Her eyes were brimming with tears. "You could have at least not been so gentle while we were dating. You made me get my hopes up, and then..." Even as she said that, she clung to me. I stroked her hair and asked, "Do you hate having sex like this, Charles?"
"It's not that I hate it... but it's, how should I put it... I feel hurt..."
Hurt? Hmm. A woman's heart is truly a mystery. It was just a bit of play, after all. "You're a succubus, yet you're so innocent."
"That's because your libido is bordering on a fetish, Oppa."
"If you don't like it, shall we not do it like this next time?"
Charles hesitated for a moment, then shook her head vigorously. "It's not that I don't like it... Honestly, when you treat me roughly, I get incredibly turned on. It feels electric, even deep inside my womb, and it's so much more stimulating than when I'm just making others dream."
But, she added, "I'm scared... I'm worried that you actually think of me that way. When you say things like I'm just for sexual relief, or an 'ona-hole,' or a 'semen toilet'... my heart aches inside, and I start thinking that maybe you really do just see me as a woman to vent your lust on."
I let out a long sigh. How could I explain that wasn't the case? "Charles. That's impossible."
I tried to clarify, but Charles just hugged me tighter and teared up. "You keep saying we're only bound by a contract, and I feel like you're going to leave me for Youngsun-unnie or Yuda-unnie. It feels like you don't have any feelings for me at all. And then you treat me so roughly..."
Charles touched the graffiti written on her lower abdomen with her hand, wearing a sad expression. But my mind was filled with a different thought. *Wait?* Putting all of Charles's words together, it seemed that, unexpectedly, she had feelings for me too... I recalled the thoughts I'd had while buried in the bathtub the other day. *'Charles is only by my side because of the contract. If it weren't for the contract, she'd have no reason to date me.'*
But judging by her attitude today, that didn't seem to be the case. If anything, she was terrified that I might abandon her. It felt like the dark, heavy worries in my heart were finally clearing away. Should I... check? Does Charles really want to be in a more serious relationship with me? Not just a contractual one?
Come to think of it, Charles had asked me before if we couldn't all just be girlfriends. I thought she was just saying it at the time, but what if she wasn't? I had told her I would think about it seriously. Then, wasn't now the perfect time to give her an answer?
"Charles—" My voice cracked from the tension. I cleared my throat, swallowed hard, and tried to speak again. "Charles—" *Damn it*, my heart was pounding just trying to say it. I should have succeeded the first time. But since I'd started, I had to finish! Feeling like I was jumping off a cliff, I finally opened my mouth.
"Charles, just... do you want to go out with me?"
Even though we'd already had sex, I was nervous. I glanced at her, waiting for her answer. How would she react? My heart was beating as if it would burst. But it was the same for Charles. Perhaps it was an unexpected proposal, as she stared at me with wide, round eyes. She couldn't speak properly and stuttered, "Huh? What? Oh, really? Like you said before, a girlfriend?"
Charles stared at me, eyes wide, as if she couldn't believe it. She even pinched her own cheek as if it were a dream. "Oh, Oppa. This isn't a dream, is it?"
"Well, it's not a dream. If you're okay with it..."
If Charles was happy with it, I wanted to lock it in as 'girlfriend.' I didn't want to hurt her by telling people around us that she was just a sex partner. I didn't want her to be scared while we were having intense play like today. "I'm saying it for real. Do you want to go out with me?"
Upon hearing my words, Charles's eyes sparkled with joy. Unable to control her trembling, her hands fidgeted and moved here and there. She touched her flushed cheeks, then pressed them against her chest. She busied herself trying to calm her heart before finally opening her mouth. "I, actually... I told you it would be nice if we could all be your girlfriends. When you said you'd think about it, I didn't have high expectations. Knowing your personality, I thought you'd just play with me like a cat with a mouse, keeping me in a state of hopeful torture..."
How much of a piece of trash did she think I was! That wasn't it at all! When I reacted to deny it, Charles smiled brightly and hugged me. She asked me in a trembling voice, clearly overjoyed, "Then, am I your lover...?"
"Of course. I love you, Charles."
"Hehe— I love you too—"
Charles kissed my neck, a long, lingering kiss. It stung as if blood were about to seep out. At this rate, a hickey would definitely be left on my neck. It seemed that was her goal, as she repeatedly left marks on my skin. "Hehe. I have to brag that you're my boyfriend— I have to leave my mark— I'm not a contractor anymore, I'm your lover—."
Pink heat seemed to be radiating from Charles. She looked at me so passionately that I had the illusion there were hearts in her eyes. Was Charles's heart this deep...? I hadn't known...
Charles didn't stop there; she lowered her mouth to my lower half. She laid me down, licked my testicles with care, and sucked the area behind them thoroughly with her tongue. Even though I was empty from ejaculating more than six times, as Charles skillfully worked her tongue, I rose again. Only after she had soaked my pubic hair with her saliva did Charles pull away. She lay back, spread her legs, and begged for sex. "Kangmin-oppa, you can say more mean things, it's okay to make a mess of me. Oppa... tie my arms... when you treat me roughly, I get so turned on..."
Charles seemed relieved to hear the word 'girlfriend.' No matter what harsh things I did to her, it was like stamping a seal on a contract. Because she was my girlfriend. It's okay. That seemed to be the feeling she was embracing. I, too, felt my excitement rising. I tied her wrists with the belt of my bathrobe and fixed them to the headboard. Charles crossed her legs slightly to cover her sex, yet she still exposed all her tattoos. Her date of birth. The tattoo on her pelvis. The garter belt on her thighs. It was a lewd body that seemed to have materialized a man's fantasy perfectly.
Unable to hold back, I inserted my stiff cock into Charles's vagina. Charles let out a scream as sweet as a marshmallow as she accepted me. "Hiiit, Oppa♥♥♥, Kangmin-oppa♥♥♥♥, I really love you♥♥♥, I love my boyfriend's cock so much♥♥, Oppa's cock is mine, you can't give it to anyone else. You have to fuck only me♥♥♥♥"
"Sorry. I can't promise that."
Hearing those words, Charles's wrists pulled taut against the restraints. Even as she let her face melt into sludge with pleasure, she scolded me with her upper lips. "Oppa... you're bad, cheating on me... when a pretty girlfriend like me does everything for you, front and back♥♥, you're not satisfied and you go around flirting with other women—♥♥"
And then, she begged for dirty talk herself. She whispered in my ear to curse at her even more harshly. It was a sweet proposal I had no need to refuse. I spat out words that would fuel Charles's shame over and over. "It's because Charles's pussy is so loose that I can't cum, isn't it? Huh? You're such a slutty pussy that I have to go outside. Tell me the truth. Does it make sense that you've never had sex with that lewd body? Are you lying? You've been giving it to all the men around you, that's why it's so loose, right?"
Upon hearing that, Charles tightened her anus, squeezed her vaginal muscles hard, and begged. "Sob, ahat♥♥, no— you're my first, really♥♥ Oppa—, I'll tighten my pussy more, I'll never use a condom so it's easier for you to cum inside♥ You can cum inside me whenever you want, Charles really only has Kangmin-oppa—♥♥"
Water poured from Charles's lower half. It was enough to change the color of the bed sheets. She was burning up with shame and excitement. Watching that, I whispered in Charles's ear. "I love you, Charles. You know I'm just saying that to get excited, right?"
"I know, Oppa—♥♥ I love you, ahut♥, use Charles's pathetic pussy however you want, use me however you want and throw me away—♥♥♥♥♥"
I couldn't hold back any longer. I thrust my cock in as deep as it would go and ejaculated for the seventh time. Charles also climaxed, her thighs and legs trembling violently. Our moans must have been audible to the next room. Squeezing every last drop into Charles's vagina, I hugged the sweat-drenched Charles. But I didn't untie her arms yet. In that state, I gave Charles a deep kiss. "Charles, I love you."
"I love you too—♥♥"
A sense of satisfaction and affection welled up from the depths of my heart. I finally understood what it meant to grow fond of someone through sex. Charles, lying in my arms in a state of complete, defenseless nudity, doing anything I asked, was so adorable. Warmth was transmitted from the cock buried in Charles's vagina, from our touching skin. Well, if Charles is my girlfriend, I'm a lucky man— I untied Charles's wrists, and we barely managed to tidy up the bedding. Fatigue washed over us. We shared a single duvet, tangled our legs together, and fell into a deep sleep.