Chapter 40: Yeon-woo Lee, Creampied 14 Times Total – 13 Brutal Rounds Before the Manager
“Ugh! Urgh...! P-Please... no more... please...”
My entire body had turned into one massive erogenous zone, hypersensitive beyond belief, and I felt like I wasn't even human anymore—just a filthy cum rag, utterly degraded. They pounded into me relentlessly without even a moment's break... It was so agonizing, so exhausting. So I begged the clients. Just let me rest a little. No, no, please just let me rest a bit. But no one believed me. No one stopped.
Instead, they smirked like it was all a joke. “Hah... hah... What? You're loving every second of it, aren't you?” And they kept fucking me senseless... I had nothing to say. Because yeah, I was cumming my brains out, over and over.
“Hngh... hnn... Nngh?! Urgh... G-Gonna cum... ahhh!!”
With barely any breaks, in that ultra-sensitive state, they fucked me nonstop for three straight hours. I shuddered and came every single time, and right after one orgasm, they'd slam back in and make me cum again... My eyes rolled back as I climaxed, only for heat to surge through me immediately after, sending me into another frenzy... The room reeked of semen as these men force-bred me like an animal, flooding my pussy with massive loads of cum and my own juices until the sheets and blankets were soaked through. Seeing that, the clients naturally pegged me as nothing but a total slutty cum dumpster...
They fucked me mercilessly, over and over, chaining one into the next. Even the clients lost all self-control at the sight of me, getting rougher and rougher. They grabbed my hair like a leash, breeding me doggy-style; they choked me while raping me senseless; they spanked my ass raw while I whimpered and cried, but no one cared—they just chased their own release. In the end, I gave up completely. My brain felt dead, no thoughts left, just addicted to the raw pleasure ripping through my body as they pumped load after load after load deep inside me however they wanted.
“Hah... hah... Fuck, this bitch is a total cum rag.”
“Hey. Hey? Snap out of it.”
“Urgh...”
Even after the 13th fuck ended, I couldn't come back to my senses. I lay there dazed, half-asleep in a stupor—slap!—until a client smacked my cheek and jolted me awake.
“Hey, wake up. We're done. Time for you to clock out.”
“Huh...?”
“Kekeke. She's totally fucked out. Was oppa's cock that good? Huh?”
“Fuck, we raw-dogged her without even a shower... she gonna be okay?”
“Who cares? She gets tested for STDs, right?”
“Yeah, true. Anyway, we're outta here? That was fun, kekeke.”
“Totally. First time I've seen an OP offering gangbang service, kekeke.”
“Hnghhh...”
People think women always love orgasms, that it's pure bliss. But no. Reactions vary, but for me? My limbs shake uncontrollably, drool pours from my mouth, toes and fingers cramp up stiff... My lower belly tenses then relaxes, abs clenching hard. Every muscle in my body goes rigid then slack, over and over... By the end, I'm wrecked. And this wasn't once or twice—it was three hours straight of that shit. Fuck. I thought I'd lose my mind.
My throat was raw from screaming in ecstasy the whole time, my cervix felt swollen shut, my hips ached from spreading my legs nonstop for clients. They groped my tits roughly, so they hurt; my ass was bruised and throbbing from all the slaps. And that overwhelming stench rising from my crotch. After 13 consecutive creampies—not just one or two—the cum couldn't all leak out. That thick, concentrated semen smell clung to me like it would never fade.
Imagining hordes of sperm from four different men swimming shark-like deep in my womb, hunting my eggs... it gave me this weird thrill.
“Hah... hah...”
I stroked my bloated lower belly, terror creeping in that this much cum had to mean pregnancy, no birth control could save me. Exhausted, I just lay there limp—even after time was up.
“Gotta... go home...”
The aftermath of my first nonstop gangbang. Countless orgasms over three hours left my body utterly drained... I closed my eyes for a second and blacked out into sleep. My body felt like a waterlogged sponge, heavy as if sinking into the ocean depths.
“...”
But something felt off. I opened my eyes to—
“Hah... hah... hah...”
Someone familiar straddled me, panting as he thrust his hips.
“...Manager... what are you doing?”
“...Oh. You're awake?”
It was the Manager.
===== Truth is, I'd fucked the Manager once before. When I first got scouted for OP work... during my “interview.”
'Hmm... Gotta know how clients feel, so think of it as practice...'
'Huh...? Really?'
'Y'know, fuckability? We test that—good fuckability gets you bonus points.'
'...For real?'
'Of course. Clients pay more for pussies that feel amazing. It's the rule—practice test. Good fuckability means higher rates.'
I fell for that obvious bullshit and got fucked under the guise of a “test.” Perverted creep. Of course, I realized later I'd been duped and refused his freebie attempts after that... but now, taking advantage of me passed out?
But...
“Hngh... W-Wait a sec...”
“Sorry, Yeon-woo. Just once... okay? Hah... hah...”
“...”
I wanted to shove off the Manager raping me at will, but my limbs had zero strength left. Even if I fought, he looked too blissed out mid-thrust to stop.
'Fuck... that bastard...'
Above all, I had no fight left. I just lay there blankly, waiting for the panting Manager on top of me to finish.
“...Just cum already, please.”
“Uh... hold on.”
Managers aren't supposed to fuck girls for free. But I was too exhausted to care... I just closed my eyes and ignored him.
Even so, getting fucked by the Manager...
“Hngh... nngh...”
After cumming so much already, I felt it building again.
...Honestly? I love rape play. That helplessness, the humiliation of being forced... it always gets me.
Once he sensed me reacting, the Manager got excited, biting my nape, sucking it, groping my tits as he pistoned hard.
“Hah... hah... Hey, gonna creampie you?”
“...”
He asked if it was okay to cum inside. Thirteen creampies or fourteen—what's the difference? Like adding a bucket to a flood. I didn't care enough to argue, so I just nodded.
Thinking he'd gotten permission, the Manager's hips sped up suddenly.
“Urgh... cumming...”
“Hah... hah...”
He pulled out, his cock smeared with other men's cum and his own, and wiped it on my thigh like a rag.
Then he fumbled into his pants, pulling something from his pocket.
“Oh right. Came up to pay you... saw you passed out and got horny, heh. Sorry? Anyway, here.”
“What is it...?”
“Your earnings for today.”
The Manager brazenly admitted he'd come to pay but got turned on seeing me out cold and jumped me. He handed over the envelope...
I already knew the amount, but seeing the thick wad of cash inside made my head spin.
Four clients over three hours. Each paid base 500,000 won plus 100,000 for creampie—600,000 each. Total: 2.4 million won. After OP cut, still nearly 2 million. In three hours...
“Not bad, right? Huh? Keep this up and you'll own the damn building.”
“...”
Holding that much cash in my hands... my body wrecked, but weirdly? A rush of accomplishment. Pride, even.
Ha... I'm a total whore now. Money stained with cum from getting gang-fucked... and it made me happy? I felt so cheap, so ashamed of myself.
“Clients said you were super turned on getting railed.”
“Huh? No... I wasn't...”
“Nah, they all said it. Wanna keep doing gangbangs? What do you think?”
“...”
Excited by today's haul, he pushed for more gangbang shifts... I hesitated, but my heart leaned yes.
The money was one thing, but I'd never cum that hard before... Body destroyed, aftermath brutal, but that brain-melting orgasm intensity? First time ever. Hard to refuse.
“...Okay, one more time next round.”
“Heh, knew it.”
...In the end, my shifts became gangbangs minimum two guys from then on.
I'd become a dedicated gangbang whore... ㅠㅠ
=====
Glancing at the clock: 2 a.m. already. Saturday 2 a.m. Supposed to clock out at 1, now an hour late. Uncle's probably worried—gotta hurry.
“Hey, it's late. Crash here?”
“...Wanna sleep at home.”
“No shower?”
“...Gonna do it there.”
Sleeping here felt like I'd become this OP's permanent cum rag forever. Weird vibe. Legs barely working, but with the Manager's help, I forced on my panties and clothes.
Too wrecked for a shower. Cum caked everywhere down there, but I dressed anyway—gross as hell, but I just wanted to get home and collapse.
“Called you a taxi.”
“Thanks, oppa.”
“Heh. Tomorrow... wait, today. Saturday. Extra shift?”
“...I'll think about it.”
Leaning on the Manager, into the elevator... legs still jelly, trembling so bad I could hardly walk.
'Ah... wanna get home and crash... so fucking tired.'
Somehow made it to the taxi on shaky limbs...
“Where to?”
“Uh, Banpo-dong...”
At first, too tired to care about leaving like this. But regret hit quick. No cleanup after 14 creampies, no shower—just dressed over the mess. My body reeked of semen, or so it felt. Worse, all that cum pooled inside, trapped by panties and pants, sloshing around with every move—humiliating.
Taxi driver keeps glancing... creepy. Is he really staring?
...Not paranoia. He was sneaking peeks. Startled, I looked down—ah, two shirt buttons torn, cleavage fully exposed...
Alone with the driver in this slutty state... tense, scared...
Fuck... this is scary...
So... I pulled out my phone and called my brother.
“Hey... Jin-woo. Unnie's running late... can you come pick me up?”