Chapter 103
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 103
Chapter Title: Hayoon's Masochistic Pussy
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"Ah, ahh. Senior... Senior... ♥"
Meanwhile, Hayoon—my college junior—was in her room, rubbing her clit.
Imagining my thick arms.
Sometimes picturing those hands violently yanking her hair or slapping her cheeks while coldly looking down at her—that gaze sent shivers down her spine every time. Hayoon desperately hid her masochistic urges.
"You must think I'm a disgusting slut... Ungh..."
She imagined nagging him until he finally hit her, sinking even deeper into her masturbation.
The real Hayoon was soft and innocent, small and cute—the popular girl everywhere she went.
Deep down, she wanted to serve her master.
She yearned to be held in the arms of a strong, imposing master who would dominate her with violence.
Maybe that's what women were born for, after all.
"Insult me. Hit me. Senior...! Hngh, ah, ahh. Train this body of mine—small frame but with these lewdly huge tits."
Hayoon's hips lifted.
Her fingers slid between her blatantly spread legs, frantically rubbing her clit.
Masturbation wasn't meant for others to see anyway.
But thrusting her hips up high, rapidly fingering her sopping pussy as if she didn't care if her clit broke—it was a far cry from her usual image.
"Hah, hah. Hah."
Her face flushed bright red.
She couldn't forget Senior Jae-hyeok, the beast of a man. Truth be told, Hayoon might have already accepted him as her master long ago.
In her fantasies, at least.
Fantasies let her do anything freely—
Even though she'd never had a boyfriend, her destructive desires only grew stronger.
It felt like she'd been born this way, consumed by an intense instinct and longing.
"I'm so jealous. I want that blonde woman to hit me too..."
But she couldn't imagine actually provoking him like that.
Getting hit scared her.
Contradictory as it was, the terror and ecstasy of being struck coexisted within her.
Without that fear, she would've begged for it ages ago—brakes be damned.
In short, she craved a reliable man she could depend on: getting hit in a controlled, promised play scenario, but with just a hint of going too far.
That's what tormented Hayoon.
Then, a photo arrived.
It was a picture of Yua-jin—the girl he'd dragged around after crushing on him—turned into a total bitch in heat.
A used condom, bloated like a cum pouch, topped his massive cock like a crown. Yua-jin smiled awkwardly beside it, trying to act cute.
[Jae-hyeok: This is the bitch who messed with us today. I put her in her place.]
At first, Hayoon had no idea what happened.
All her eyes locked onto was Senior Jae-hyeok's massive cock.
A photo she'd pay top dollar for—
It assaulted her vision, reigniting her pussy even though she'd already finished masturbating.
"Huh? What? Senior's... cock...? A dick pic? To me...!?"
It was really his cock.
No doubt the sender was her senior.
Overwhelmed by the alpha-male scent wafting from that massive dick, Hayoon started masturbating again.
This time, even more intensely.
She stimulated her pussy like she didn't care if all her body's fluids drained out through it.
Her small, slender fingers worked her pretty pink pussy furiously.
"Hoot, hooo... ♥ Senior ♥ Senior, aaah, Senior's massive cock ♥"
Hayoon lost her mind, masturbating nonstop.
She buried her nose in the photo as if it carried the scent of cock,
Glancing at its shape, girth, and the hardness she could feel just from looking—imagining it all inside her head.
What excited her most was that he'd disciplined a delinquent bitch with that massive cock.
Not just schadenfreude—it was how he sexually dominated her, establishing clear hierarchy, then acted cool and unfazed like a wild beast. That was Senior Jae-hyeok's ideal form to Hayoon.
She didn't just want a criminal.
Yua-jin's embarrassed, shy expression next to that massive cock said it all.
"Ungh, me too, I want it too!"
She wanted that massive cock to ravage her violently.
If she messed up, she wanted her cheeks slapped by it.
"Senior, punish Hayoon's pussy with your massive cock... ♥"
Hayoon drowned in masturbation.
Imagining pleasures beyond her experience—reaching out as if she could touch it right now,
But realizing her own fingers had limits, she stared at the massive cock with teary, wet eyes.
"Senior... Haa..."
Hayoon set her phone on the bed,
Kneeling prostrate like a shrine maiden worshiping a cock, rubbing her pussy nonstop.
Immersed in masochistic pleasure from debasing herself below it—
"Greetings... to Senior's massive cock—"
Practice in submission.
Pressing her lips to it with a chu,
Lost in her lewd, self-destructive acts, Hayoon reached her ultimate pussy orgasm.
"Ah, aaang. Ah... S-Senior's massive cock... so good..."
The cock reeking of male pheromones.
The sheer volume of cum filling the condom, proof of their blissful fuck—everything in the photo tormented her further.
She'd always wanted to be Senior's pussy slave.
"Hah...!?"
What was she thinking?
Snapping out of her marathon masturbation, Hayoon pulled the covers over her head in shame.
"Eek! How am I supposed to face Senior tomorrow?"
No matter how lost she'd been, what fantasies had she spun—falling in love with him?
Half of her thought he'd call her disgusting and that'd be it.
The other half expected him to grin and say, "Then be my pussy slave."
Anyone who knew Semen Man knew the answer was obvious.
But to Hayoon, the latter was a distant dream—possible only in her fantasies.
A few days later, when Hayoon went to school.
"Hey, you heard?"
"Huh? What?"
"About Hunter Clan Lodge. Apparently, one of our school students joined them."
"What? Who? Not Dae-hyun hyung."
"I heard it's a new S-rank Awakener."
Her heart pounded.
It was Senior Jae-hyeok.
Hayoon's pulse raced, recalling those mighty arms that had relentlessly pounded Yua-jin's womb.
"Take the rank exam?"
On the bed, the blonde delinquent bitch Yua-jin knelt demurely, clinging to my cock.
"Slurp. Slurp. With your level... slurp. You could easily snag A-rank. Lick lick lick."
She naturally sucked my balls and glans, polishing them to a shine.
She really feels like my girlfriend now. Haha.
"Too much hassle~."
"Slurrrp... Lots of benefits too. Mmm. Chu slurp. We could even hit the 15th floor together."
"I'll think about it. Ahh, suck my balls more."
Yua-jin immediately latched onto my balls, flicking her tongue wildly.
"Slurp. Churu slurrrp. Lick lick. A guy as strong as you—got anything better than being a Hunter?"
"Looking for a goddess."
"...Goddess? Me?"
I snickered.
I stroked Yua-jin's head.
"You are one. That's why I fucked you."
"Slurp... Slurp... Because of this cock, incarnation of lust? Huh? You only care about fucking girls? Kiss ♥ Kiss ♥"
Insult or affection?
Kissing my cock repeatedly, Yua-jin grinned.
"The one I'm after is... more like a goddess that hits different."
"Sluuuuurp. Hoo. Focus on your girlfriend! I'm chu-chu-ing your cock in submission pose."
"Who asked you to?"
"..."
Delinquent bitch mode activated. What, you think glaring scares me?
"Eyes up again? Need me to punish that delinquent pussy?"
"Hngm... Slurp."
Yua-jin resumed sucking my cock like nothing happened.
"Hng... Slurp... Slurp... You love it. I can tell from how your cock twitches—feels good when I suck it."
"Feels good~."
Hoo.
Handing cock cleanup to Yua-jin, I checked my phone.
Rank exam, huh...
With my otherworld-honed power and divinity, it'd be natural—but feels like biting off too much.
Is this the right path?
Maybe summon Adelin to check direction?
As I pondered, Yua-jin's sucking intensified, and I blew my load into her mouth-pussy.
"Mngh!?"
Yua-jin glanced at me—
With a triumphant "Knew it, you loved it so much you burst. Can't help it~" look, she slurped up the cum vigorously.
"Oh, ooh."
Splurt spluuurt. Splurt spluuurt.
"Hngm... Hng... Slurp... Gulp. Gulp. What happened to 'Who asked you?' acting all cool? Your thighs were twitching like crazy~."
"Felt good."
"I'll squeeze out every last drop! Cum quick~. Blast it all in your blonde delinquent's mouth-pussy."
Yua-jin was no longer a delinquent,
Flashing a lovely girlfriend smile as she jerked me off.
Her eyes sparkled like it was a bountiful harvest.
She was dead serious about my sexual relief. I finished in her mouth-pussy.
Splurt. Splurt.
All over her tongue.
After fooling around in the motel for days, we checked out—with Yua-jin glued to my arm, refusing to let go.
Rubbing her cheek on me too.
"Came here as a kidnapping, leaving as lovebirds."
"What~? Just a normal couple."
"Never imagined you could smile like that."
"Heehee. Didn't know this bitch could smile all innocent like a baby?"
Bickering like this, she felt like Yua-jin again.
"Call if you need me again."
"No more entrance fees—be a good merchant."
"We take that normally! We even bid on it~!"
"Obey me, and I'll let you earn more."
I stroked her head.
"Hng... Want us to be your lackeys~? Do whatever Master says?"
"Yeah. Do it."
One word from me, and her cheeks flushed.
Showing off the hierarchy we'd drilled into her on the bed—it was turning me on too...
Her eyes screamed what she wanted.
So I obliged.
"Do as you're told. Yua-jin."
"...A-Alright~. I'll do whatever you say."
"Dismiss your gang today."
And just like that, one headache resolved.
I'd crushed her so thoroughly, she'd never hold a grudge again.
She'd stay quiet.
At best, bitch behind my back—nothing more.
'Rank exam... rank exam.'
Heading home with those thoughts.
Suddenly, a surge of powerful divinity.
Turning to trace it, there was...
"...?"
A woman crouched, blankly staring at a potted plant.
I was speechless. In a world where I'd fought life-or-death battles against goddesses radiating divinity.
Her vulnerability short-circuited my brain for a second.
Even after spotting me, she stayed crouched, staring blankly. Long, wavy feminine brown hair,
Expressionless like she forgot how to smile, pitiable and beautiful—but with an air of 'misfortune' clinging to her.
Like the epitome of tragic beauty.
Her tight dress—typical of married women in new city suburbs—hugged her curves, outlining large breasts and hips without filter.
'Wait, what... You're a goddess. Aren't we supposed to fight?'
But what goddess was this?
...Dongtan's goddess?
...I knew staring at her ass was rude, but I couldn't tear my eyes away.
"Jeong Jae-hyeok...?"
She knows me!?
I tensed, ready to unleash Tights power.
"Is that Jae-hyeok?"
The miserable-looking housewife spoke as if she recognized me.