Chapter 38
Chapter 38
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 38
Chapter Title: 7. I Absolutely Won't Have Sex With You (6)
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I'd forcibly held back my ejaculation several times already, so by now, precum was drooling copiously from the tip of my cock.
Using that sloppy mess mixed with Yojora's saliva, I lightly tapped her breasts.
I didn't know much about cup sizes or whatever,
but they were so massive that one hand couldn't even cover them.
Even when I pressed down hard from above, my thumb didn't reach my index finger on those pale, fatty mounds.
Watching them jiggle like pudding beneath me sent a chilling wave of conquest flooding through my brain.
I had no intention of fucking Yojora,
but that didn't mean I hadn't eyed these tits.
I had no desire to get eaten alive by her,
but I wasn't completely free of dirty thoughts either.
After all, opportunities to use pretty tits like an onahole didn't come around often.
"...Hoo..."
"Eut..."
I gripped the soft flesh so tightly that my fingers sank in with just a little pressure,
and pinched the cherry-pink tip that had been drying under my saliva.
...Maybe I pinched too hard.
The areola was turning a bit reddish around the edges.
Enough to look delicious.
Squeeze.
"...Stop it... you fucking trash..."
Yojora spat out her awkward curse in that usual booze-soaked voice.
I squeezed her nipple upward hard... and released it, watching the flesh wobble and ripple.
It was kinda funny.
The woman who could kill me in an instant if she wanted
was pretending to be helpless beneath me, acting like she was getting raped.
...That tail poking out beside her, swaying lazily—it could pierce right through me and let her escape in a heartbeat.
But this idiot Yojora just let it sway happily without doing a damn thing,
and that pointless cuteness of hers was getting to me.
"Eut... Don't spit...!!"
For her sake,
ptui,
I spat right between her tits,
then smacked my cum-swollen cock into the cleavage until it got all sticky.
...I could feel my heart pounding under the rock-hard shaft, but
I pretended not to notice,
acted oblivious,
like I just wanted to rape her, nothing more.
"You crazy bastard..."
I kept pounding until my spit and her sweat mixed in that filthy way,
then slid my cock deep between those sticky, milky tits.
"...Fuck..."
A tiny curse leaked out from under the T-shirt I'd yanked up to her face.
It wasn't a sweet moan.
Not a pained groan either.
Just pure disgust.
Disgust at her own tits being toyed with like some toy under a male's grotesque cock.
Disgust at them being used like a masturbation sleeve.
And the disgust of being powerless to stop it...
I'd thought her acting was total shit earlier.
But now? It didn't seem half bad.
Well, she'd fooled me for nearly ten years, after all.
Wouldn't make sense if she couldn't act at all.
"...Shouldn't have pulled up the T-shirt? I wanna see your face."
"Shut your fucking mouth... I don't wanna see your ugly mug..."
"For someone who hates it so much..."
"I said shut up... And that was 'cause you bit me earlier..."
"I didn't say shit? Bite what?"
"...Fuck... Is that all you have to talk about right now..."
Yojora's grumbling trailed off.
My rigid, throbbing cock started moving—
or rather,
the moment I pressed my lower belly tight against the undersides of her tits,
the glans poked out and lightly brushed her chin.
She was imagining dirty things.
Wondering if this went in 'there,'
how 'deep' it would reach.
Pondering it hard.
"T-shirt. Want me to pull it down?"
"......"
So make that face look good on your own.
I hinted at my intentions to Yojora, then gripped her tits tight with one hand and started slamming my hips with wet thwacks.
My saliva-slick cockskin rubbed raw against her equally sticky flesh, and the semen I'd been holding back pooled thick at the base.
Splurch, splurch—the sight of her tits bouncing on the sides where my fingers couldn't reach didn't last long.
As promised earlier, I tugged the T-shirt covering her face down a bit.
Enough to crumple and stuff it above her neck.
"...That's a new look for you."
"......"
Every time I thrust between her tits,
precum oozed from the tip,
ready for her to catch it instead.
"You're always smirking drunkenly whenever I see you."
"......"
Her lower lip clenched between her teeth.
Eyes gazing up at me, half-resigned, begging me to finish quick.
Not a single tear, her eye corners still dry.
Flush ears peeking from behind her jet-black hair.
My gaze lingered on every detail of her face.
Half of it contrived, half slipping through unhidden.
...That's why,
compared to those sluts blatantly calling me 'master' and vying for attention,
Yojora lying under me, letting me use her tits like a jerk-off toy while keeping her mouth shut,
it turned me on ten times more.
She seemed tangled up wondering if she had to resist fiercely to force me to fuck her,
or stay still like this to somehow get railed.
On the other hand,
I was curious what reaction she'd have if I didn't rape her like she wanted.
"Not gonna talk to me anymore?"
"......"
Squish, squeeze.
I pressed my belly fully against her tits
and smeared pre-cum all over the white T-shirt covering her chin as I asked.
"Just gonna stay still like that?"
"......"
"Until it's over?"
"......"
"Answer me?"
"......"
"...If you listen to me, I'll finish quick."
"......"
She'd been glaring daggers until I said I'd stop, then made that cute face.
I grinned slyly at her and spoke again.
"Answer me. Said I'd finish if you behave."
"...U, uh-huh..."
Dangling the outcome she didn't really want as bait.
I thrust my cock between her soft tits, blackmailing her in this ridiculous pose.
Keep playing the rape victim?
Or get a little honest now?
Her choice was
"Stick out your tongue."
"...Why the tongue..."
"Stick it out."
"......"
the former.
To avoid getting raped further, she stuck out her tongue obediently.
If she'd held out without doing it, I'd have yanked her panties aside right then...
Eh, whatever.
The more lies she piled up like this,
the bigger the backlash when she crumbled.
I glanced down at her flushed, saliva-drenched tongue for a moment.
The back of my hand squeezing her tits,
veins bulging there—I flexed,
"Hoo..."
"Eh... E..."
Thwack, thwack, thwack.
I slammed my cock hard between her tits.
Enough for the glans to mash the T-shirt crammed above her neck.
For the crumpled shirt to touch her slightly parted chin with her tongue out.
So she'd figure out why I told her to stick it out.
No hiding my intent,
deep.
"......"
Finally getting it, Yojora cautiously tilted her head.
Her voluptuous tits. My glans pounding furiously between them,
past the tissue-paper-thin T-shirt,
past her meaningless chin,
right onto her tongue instead.
...A strange conquest thrilled me,
making my balls twitch.
"Stay like that. Then I'll finish with this."
"......"
"Answer? Hate it?"
"...Thanks... thank you, you trash..."
"You know where I'm cumming, right?"
"...Yeah..."
"If you don't wanna get it on your face and hair and have to wipe it off, open wide properly."
"...You shitty bastard..."
She spat the curse laced with joy at ending it as the rape victim,
and regret as the one hoping for rape,
then fell silent again.
What if I broke the promise now and yanked her panties aside? What face would she make?
Grin and bear it, clenching her teeth and lying that it felt bad?
As that mischievous thought lingered,
I kept using her tits like an onahole,
thrusting till it hit her tongue,
ready to blow any second,
thud, thud,
deep inside.
"Ha... fuck..."
"......Eup... phe..."
Every time my hypersensitive glans pressed and released from her plump tongue, thin silvery strands stretched between us.
Adding fresh wet spots atop the T-shirt already soaked with my precum.
Bonus: the glob slowly dripping from her tongue tip.
Which had more—my precum or her drool?
A pointless worry that'd evaporate from my head soon enough.
"Kuh..."
I slammed my cock root-deep into the undersides of her tits,
and unleashed the thick semen I'd held back for so long,
spurt, splurt, splurt.
Scouring my narrow urethra, so much of it.
Splurt, spluuurt, spurt,
a blissful ejaculation with my glans twitching nonstop.
"........."
...And,
every time my hips bucked, Yojora's shoulders jerked.
My mark spread across her face.
Not just on her tongue catching the jelly-thick first load,
but sticky strands that splattered onto her cheek while I was buried between her tits.
Semen trickling down her absorbent tongue.
Even her white T-shirt busy soaking it up.
I looked down at Yojora, eyes half-closed, playing tissue quietly.
"......"
"......"
Click, click.
Several photos of
her cum-drenched face,
her bare tits with nothing covering them,
my hand clenched around them,
my cock poking out beneath my hand, still heaving,
roughly focused just enough
to show how fuckable those tits were,
her face with tongue out toward what kind of cock,
taking how much cum,
blurry enough that...
well, hard to identify who it was,
I snapped a bunch and sent them in a message.
"Gonna be seeing these a lot from now on, Yojora."
"......"
"Swallow it all first. Before I send these to Kwon Nam-ho."
"......"
"...Good girl."
"......"
Bzzz,
one.
Bzzz,
another.
Every sloppy 'excuse' I sent made her phone vibrate faintly inside the black cardigan, right by my knee where I straddled her.