Wanna Try It Just Once? (3)
'That's it?' The thought bubbled up so naturally that by the seventh ejaculation, it felt like he'd barely squeezed out the last drops, ending feebly. Of course, it was only my tenth, but Kim Min-ah had no idea.
"Somehow it feels lacking..." Kim Min-ah muttered as she gulped down the meager semen. If she hadn't tasted it, she might not have noticed, but this thin, scant final helping deflated the full satisfaction she'd felt moments ago.
"Seriously, nothing's coming out anymore...?" Something must have happened in the meantime. My complexion had noticeably worsened. My face looked utterly drained, like I'd been worked to the bone, almost pitiful.
"Hmph." Still, pleased at having gotten one over on me, Kim Min-ah let out a satisfied hum through her nose and got up. "For dinner, I want kimchi stew with soju. Cool?"
"Fine, just let me sleep..." My voice came out drained of all energy, which was gratifying in its own way.
"What time?"
"8... no, let me sleep till 9. Even with an alarm, I probably won't wake up, so nudge me awake."
"Sure thing. See ya later."
"Yeah..."
I must have been completely wiped out. She glanced down at me as I sprawled out, lower half exposed, pulling the blanket over myself, then left the room.
"Feels like I can breathe now." She didn't want to admit it, but swallowing semen cleared her head instantly, wiping away all stray thoughts. Kim Min-ah flicked on the light in the manager's office, removed the "Out" sign, and sat down.
Her afternoon wake-up had left the office empty for a record two hours, but if anything urgent had come up, she'd have gotten a text. The goshiwon owner wasn't one to meddle in daily operations unless it was a major issue.
Savoring the refreshed feeling in her chair, Kim Min-ah naturally recalled my cock again. "...How the hell is it even possible?"
Not about the semen, but its sheer size, shape, and hardness were unreal. Just months ago, she'd barely cared about guys, yet now she was seriously appraising cock dimensions like a connoisseur—and it all felt perfectly natural, no weirdness at all.
Of course, it was inevitable. My hypnosis only handled sexual relief services and semen addiction. Becoming desensitized to sex while awakening desire, and growing interested in what she'd once ignored halfheartedly—that was purely her own mental flow.
"Putting it in must feel amazing...?" She had no real experience, but the internet swore bigger was better, and in porn, huge cocks symbolized pleasure's corruption.
"Should I ask to try it just once...?"
We'd already seen everything there was to see, so no point in being shy now. Sure, it'd be embarrassing, but she was already intensely curious about my cock. Virgin? She'd long ditched dreams of a prince on a white horse. Giving her first time to someone she liked would be nice, but she wasn't about to repress her urges waiting for some uncertain first love.
"What should I even say...?" Kim Min-ah pondered scripts in earnest.
At this study pace, she'd pass the exam. Passing meant leaving the goshiwon, and while we might text, we wouldn't meet as often. At minimum, she wanted time before then to explore that cock intimately—with her body.
Min-seok Choi and Kim Min-ah. An unexpected alignment of thoughts.
*
"Ugh... I'm seriously gonna die."
There'd been a rest break midway, but ten times in one day was too much. Especially at the end—my balls ached like hell, and the semen came out in weak spurts, so unfamiliar I thought I'd pass out right there.
"At least I can crash for five hours." In this state, even a knife-wielding thug couldn't get proper resistance from me—I'd just take the stab.
I couldn't even muster the energy to mutter aloud, so I thought it instead and closed my eyes. 'Just sleep for now...'
"Hey, get up already."
"What, why are you waking me again...?"
I'd definitely heard the door close. Did she just shut it and stay? Was she that pissed to drag it out? Sure, I'd addicted her to semen and left her hanging, but this was overkill. We'd even agreed her draining me till exhaustion would settle it.
Driving me to near blackout and then ignoring our deal—Kim Min-ah's grudge went beyond excessive. They say a woman's resentment brings frost in May...
"You asked me to wake you. It's 9:05 now."
"Huh...?"
Her exasperated tone snapped my eyes open. Still groggy and heavy-lidded, but my body—once too wrecked to twitch a finger—felt fine now. I bolted up like a sprung coil, startling Kim Min-ah into stepping back from the bedside.
"Wh-what...?"
Ignoring her flustered voice, I checked my phone. Sure enough, 9:05 glowed on the screen.
"For real."
Felt like I'd just blinked, but five hours had flown by.
"You okay? Hurt anywhere?"
While I stared blankly at my phone, she asked worriedly. Not hurt, but close to dead.
"Nah, let's eat dinner."
"You said you'd buy."
"Yeah."
Perfect timing—my stomach was growling. Skipped lunch, drained to near collapse, out cold for five hours; time to refuel.
"You wanted kimchi stew, right?"
"Yep. Why, want something else? You promised to buy what I want, remember?"
"I remember, so quit nagging. This is all 'cause you milked me till I crashed. Slept five hours and still wiped."
"Th-then... dinner later?"
"What? I'm starving. Hurry up. You ready?"
"Done. It's just quick food—what prep? Let's go."
This area was packed with goshiwons, so eateries were plentiful. We ducked into a nearby spot, and the rich, savory aroma hit instantly, making my empty stomach rumble loud.
Damn, I was starved.
"Three kimchi stews, one egg roll, and a bottle like before."
Sat, ordered, locked eyes with Kim Min-ah across the table.
"You always crave chicken, now suddenly kimchi stew?"
"Hits the spot sometimes. Planned it for yesterday, but waited for you, so eating now."
"You skipped meals waiting?"
"...Am I crazy?"
"That dawn message made you sound half-mad."
"F-forgot that."
She shot back incredulously, then flushed red at my counter, clamping her mouth shut.
Part of me wanted to tease more, but recalling how she'd ruthlessly woken her exhausted "victim," I decided to play nice today, butter her up, and close the chapter.
"Anyway, sorry. Should've at least texted. Bought everything you wanted today, so we're square? Forget it?"
"Y-yeah, fine..."
Her reply was awkward, probably from me ribbing her over that message. Or not just that. She was clearly gauging me—avoiding eye contact but sneaking peeks at my face, eyes trembling faintly like she had something to say. Like when she'd confessed the semen addiction before.
'What?'
Nothing came to mind. She'd chugged plenty of semen today, so she should be stable—no anger vibe. No obvious issues I knew of to trigger this.
"Something you wanna say?"
"N-no?!"
"Then why the stutter?"
"...I didn't."
She nearly tripped over words again but wasn't spilling yet. Yoo Seo-yeon managed her expressions post-hypnosis like a pro—even spooked me briefly—but Kim Min-ah had zero acting talent.
"Fine. Tell me when you want."
No point digging; exam day's off-limits anyway. Points I was saving were for post-exam conquest and ongoing meets—no spending now.
My casual response shifted her expression subtly again. What the hell did she want? My sex count skyrocketed daily, but girl-talk skills lagged; I couldn't decode her signals.
I tuned it out. Awkward glances lingered as steaming stew hit the table, and we ate in silence. Neither of us chatted much while eating, so I focused. Hot broth soothed my empty gut—pure bliss. I groaned "Mmm" involuntarily, slurping soup, mixing rice, devouring thick pork slices and plump egg rolls. Like a starved man, I inhaled till full, then paused to pour soju into my glass...
"Huh...?"
Gone. The full bottle? Not a drop left. No invisible thief, so my gaze slid across to the culprit, downing her final shot neatly.
"You drank it all? You good?"
"...Whaaat."
Drunk. Her delayed, clipped reply confirmed it. Cheeks flushed not from shame or arousal, eyes slightly glazed—the classic drunk look. Voice off too.