Bliss
Bliss
My breath came ragged.
My vision flickered, and an electric tingle scrambled my brain into static.
It felt like plummeting into a bottomless pit.
Every nerve in my body stood on edge, my arms and legs thrashing nonstop, desperate to stop the fall.
The only lifeline I managed to grasp was the heat of a man's body.
Im Soo-ah clung to his waist with everything she had, pressing her belly against him as if she would never let go.
She was terrified.
Terrified—and feeling just as good.
A maddening bliss that threatened to blow her mind apart at any second.
Paradoxically, the fear raised goosebumps all over her skin, while an equally violent surge of rapture swelled in her chest.
"Haaah... haaah... haaauuung...!"
The foreign thing inside her moved again.
Every time the tip pressed insistently at her deepest spot, her fingers and toes curled on their own.
This is... this feels so good...!
During her first time, she hadn't been able to feel it this sharply.
Back then she'd simply been swept away by a one-sided flood of sensation, struggling helplessly.
This time was different.
Slow.
Each motion was deliberate, as if he was engraving the feeling into her so she'd never forget it.
And that was exactly why Im Soo-ah felt joy.
A real exchange.
She could feel, unmistakably, that he wanted her.
"Huuung... haaaaang!"
She couldn't hold back.
Im Soo-ah began rolling her hips to take him deeper.
Little by little, she matched his rhythm.
She made a pitiful effort to receive his cock more easily.
Maybe he found that effort endearing, because he rewarded it generously.
Press. Press.
The cock buried to the hilt rubbed right against the entrance of her womb.
Her inner walls clenched instinctively, and as she clung to him in a fluster, her nails raked wildly down his back.
"That hurts... our Soo-ah, you've got surprisingly sharp nails, huh?"
"Hoo... I'm sorry...! I'm sorry...!"
"No need to be sorry. Just keep squeezing like that. Going slow like this feels... different."
He said it with a light, goofy laugh.
Im Soo-ah laughed too.
With the corners of her lips faintly lifted, she teased her hips in a coy motion.
Their faces were so close. Something hard to name welled up inside her.
Honestly, it wasn't a particularly handsome face—but it wasn't ugly either. Just ordinary.
A few months ago, he was the kind of unremarkable man she wouldn't have given a second glance.
But she liked him.
The breath tickling her skin, the warmth bleeding between their pressed bodies, the thick scent filling her nose—
And more than anything else, the murky eyes looking down at her only made her pulse race faster.
"A kiss... please kiss me...."
How was she supposed to calm this aching in her chest?
Im Soo-ah strained forward, lips pushed out.
But contrary to her hopes, he was cold.
"No. Not happening. You were just sucking my dick a few minutes ago."
"But still... still...."
"What do you mean, 'but still.' Just stay still and get fucked."
So mean.
Really nasty.
Her feelings were hurt, but she couldn't force him.
No matter how much she lifted her head, if he pulled away, that was that.
The most she could do was scratch his back with her nails.
A tiny, pointless act of revenge.
The only retaliation she could take against this detestable man.
"Oh? What's this?"
But maybe he found even that insolent, because he hoisted her up with a sudden motion and drove his hips in hard.
It was that position from last time.
The one where he lifted her up and hammered his cock into her without a shred of mercy.
"Hiyyaaaak...!! S-scary...! Hic, huuung, I hate this...!"
"Then why do you keep scratching my back? The first time I let it slide, but just now, there was real feeling behind it, wasn't there?"
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Every time his cock drove in and pulled out, her flesh surged wildly and love juice burst from her pussy like a dam breaking.
She felt like she was losing her mind.
She hated this.
She wanted it just a little slower, to savor it slow and sticky.
Im Soo-ah shook her head frantically from side to side, not knowing what to do.
"I, I was wrong! I, I... hiiiiik!? I'm sorry...!"
"Yeah? Have you reflected enough?"
"I have...! I really have...! Please stooooop...!"
Only then did he set Im Soo-ah down.
Still seated, he pulled her into his arms.
The face-to-face sitting position, people called it.
"Hoo... haah...."
The aftershocks were brutal.
Im Soo-ah couldn't control her own body, still reeling from the violent pounding moments before.
She rested her chin on his shoulder and clung to him unsteadily, like a caterpillar.
"Huh... this, this... ish good...."
Squelch, squelch, squelch.
The lazy coupling resumed.
With their upper bodies pressed together, she could clearly feel his heartbeat, and each stroke rubbed a raw, novel friction against her clit.
Especially whenever he pulled and pushed her hips, that sensation grew thicker.
"Hihk!"
And then, out of nowhere, something snapped.
Climax.
Orgasm.
The moment the taut thread broke, Im Soo-ah hiccuped and gushed her girl-cum in a vulgar flood, her whole body convulsing beyond her control.
White blanked out the inside of her skull, and her consciousness went hazy.
Slovenly, shamelessly, Im Soo-ah let her tongue loll out, drool trickling nonstop.
"Huh-ee-ee... This... ish, ish too gooood...."
Her pronunciation was humiliatingly slurred.
She knew that later, whenever she remembered this, she'd definitely be kicking her blankets in shame... but so what?
That was a problem for future her.
Right. Regret was for later.
For now, just enjoy it.
Drown in bliss and wallow in lust.
Take his seed and conceive.
That voice inside her was screaming exactly that.
She decided to obey her instincts to the letter.
She burrowed deeper into his arms like a whining child.
At the same time, she felt the foreign thing inside her swell even more.
Ah. It was coming. It was coming.
Im Soo-ah recognized the precursor to ejaculation by instinct.
More.
I want it full.
So what should she do to make that happen?
The answer was obvious.
"Hek... he-ek... slurp...!"
Just add more stimulation.
"Hey! Wh-what's this all of a sudden—"
He let out a startled cry.
Because she'd suddenly shoved her tongue into his ear.
And that wasn't all.
She cleaned the inside of his ear with a lewd, writhing tongue movement that sent visible shivers down his spine.
"Kh—!"
He let out a short groan, as if he couldn't hold back any longer.
That was the moment.
Piiiiing────────!
A ringing filled her ears.
Her vision swirled in dizzy circles, and every sense across her body locked up as if time had stopped.
And then, right after.
Spurt. Spurrrrrrrt.
When the hot, sticky fluid flooded her womb without restraint, her consciousness sank and surfaced over and over.
It felt like someone had pried open her skull and was rummaging carelessly through her brain.
A floating sensation, like falling into the abyss, delivered an overwhelming release.
"Haaah...! Haaaaaaang...!!"
She let out an animal mating cry and scratched his back like a woman possessed.
Clinging desperately, she savored the ecstatic sensation of semen packing her insides.
Good.
It felt so fucking good.
After the pleasure crashed over her like a tidal wave, what remained was a dense, heavy afterglow.
For a long while, all she could do was breathe, unable to move her body at all.
"You... I didn't think you were like this, but you're seriously vulgar, aren't you?"
Suddenly, he whispered that.
A sharp spike of anger cut through Im Soo-ah's chest.
"You... made me this way."
Who made me like this?
This body turned into this because of you.
And you dare say that to me?
When you're the epitome of shamelessness yourself?
The more she dwelled on it, the less her anger subsided.
The emotion she couldn't control soon tipped into an impulsive, erratic act.
"Mmph... mmph...!"
A kiss.
And a deep one at that.
Their mucous membranes collided without warning.
Lips met, tongues tangled, saliva passed down each other's throats.
And then the roles naturally reversed.
Im Soo-ah pushed him down and climbed on top.
"So... take responsibility."
With a mischievous smile plastered across her face, she began grinding her hips like a millstone.
*
After the long bout of rapturous sex was over.
I sat on the edge of the bed, taking my time with a cigarette.
If I glanced to the side, there was Im Soo-ah, sprawled spread-eagle in the middle of the bed like a frog.
Her stomach was bloated as if she were five months pregnant, and white fluid kept pouring in a steady stream from her pussy.
Pretty sight, but when it actually comes time to clean up, I don't feel like it.
Probably because I'd been popping stamina enhancers too often—my ejaculation volume had turned into something like a stud horse's.
When I was handling multiple partners it wasn't quite this bad, but every time I fucked one-on-one, her belly always swelled up like a pregnant woman's.
Well, the others will handle the cleanup anyway. Not my problem.
If I told Jeong Ji-min, she'd take care of it.
Not that she'd do it herself—she'd order the lower-numbered bitches, the so-called First Generation, to handle it.
"Alright. Time to call in the next one."
I muttered that and trudged out the door.
The lights were on outside, but a dead stillness hung in the air.
No conversation.
Except for the occasional clink from the kitchen, only the faint sound of steady breathing reached my ears.
Ha Hui-ryeong, Kim Ha-yoon, and Angelica were all fast asleep on the sofa.
At one end, as always, was Ha Hui-ryeong.
At the opposite end was Angelica, and in the middle Kim Ha-yoon had burrowed in and was sleeping soundly.
Seeing all three lined up and down for the count early, they must've been completely wiped out.
Not that I couldn't understand why.
They'd pushed themselves that hard today.
"It's really nice to see you all this quiet."
Asleep, they were no less than angels.
I walked over to Ha Hui-ryeong, gave her cheek a light pinch, and laughed a dumb little laugh.
She only let out a faint moan—"Mmm..."—still too deep in dreamland to surface.
"Oh, oppa? You're finally done?"
Just then, Jeong Ji-min called out to me in a small voice.
She emerged from the kitchen with Jeong Yeon-ji in tow, though I had no idea what they'd been doing in there.
Jeong Yeon-ji followed, her face haggard.
Was it because Ji-min had been working her over, or was there some other factor at play?
Her complexion was seriously pale.
"Yeah. Soo-ah and I actually ended up speaking the same language, in a way."
"Oh, really?"
She sounded a little surprised.
What? What was that reaction supposed to mean?
Was me actually communicating with someone really that shocking?
Maybe she caught the darkening look in my eyes, because she hurriedly changed the subject.
"Then that means only our Yeon-ji is left now. I'll be praying you two manage to communicate well this time too."
"Since when is she 'our Yeon-ji' for you to decide? Isn't she older than you?"
From what I'd heard, she was even older than me?
"That kind of thing doesn't matter. What matters is that hierarchy comes before age."
"Huh. Right. Sort that out among yourselves."
The moment talk of that damn hierarchy started bubbling up, I shut it down preemptively.
Listening to Jeong Ji-min's rambling had a high probability of derailing everything and making the original objective fizzle out.
Since I wanted to wrap things up with Jeong Yeon-ji today if possible, I didn't have the spare energy to waste on pointless shit.
"Yes! Enjoy your sex, oppa!"
"'Enjoy your sex,' my ass."
Jeong Ji-min fired off a crisp wink, then slid in next to Kim Ha-yoon and settled into her spot.
Ha Hui-ryeong was a little uncomfortable, and Angelica was still awkward since she'd just joined—so it looked like she'd picked Ha-yoon as the next-best option.
"But hold on. If even you're going to sleep, who's standing night watch?"
I hadn't used the subordination scrolls on the numbered bitches yet.
That meant any of them could try something stupid the moment they felt like it.
If they weighed the pros and cons they probably wouldn't... but there was always one or two whose emotions outraced their reason.
On top of that, Kang Ha-jun was here too.
I'd vaguely dropped a Suggestion on him beforehand to keep his hands off the women, but even so, I couldn't shake the faint unease.
I asked, genuinely curious.
"Huh? We don't need that. See the ice over there? Ha-yoon unnie always freezes everything before she goes to sleep, so it's fine."
She fired back the most nonchalant answer imaginable.
Following her finger, I saw a layer of frost encasing the doorknob.
The bathroom. And the room where the First Generation was staying.
Right—so Ha-yoon had been handling things like that while I was gone?
As expected of the brain, the only one among the Stupid Trio whose head actually functioned. The idea was damn innovative.
Hmm... Still, I guess I really do need to use the subordination scrolls after all.
Rather than drawing boundary lines like this every night, it made more sense to take out solid insurance.
First step—I'd already slipped one onto Soo-ah while she was unconscious, so I should start on Jeong Yeon-ji next and work through the rest steadily.
"Shall we go then?"
I wrapped my arm around Jeong Yeon-ji's severely hunched shoulder.
She must have been wound tight as a spring, because she flinched the instant our skin touched.
Her pupils quivered helplessly, like an aspen leaf in a storm.
"Your answer?"
"...Okay."