Chapter 249
Chapter 249
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 249
Chapter Title: Drinking Party 3
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"Ah, no... Th-that is... This is just a physiological reaction, so there's nothing I can do about it..."
"..."
"...I'm sorryyyy!!!"
I tried to come up with some excuse, but the moment I saw her staring at me in silence, I spat out an apology.
Okay, if you ask whether this was really my fault, it's ambiguous. But anyone seeing that scene would react the same way.
Her expression was already unreadable—what was she even thinking?—and when she just glares like that without a word, it's downright terrifying.
Especially since she was already gripping my cock with one hand.
If she got mad and squeezed, it might just shatter. How could I act all high and mighty in that situation?
Maybe she saw right through my pathetic attitude.
"...Pfft. Why are you making that scared face?"
The Heavenly Demon spoke up, her tone suddenly much lighter.
"B-because I dirtied the Heavenly Demon of the Divine Cult..."
"It came from your body, but I was the one who made it come out, wasn't I? So it's my fault."
"B-but..."
"I could have dodged it if I wanted to. What do you take me for? If I'd really tried, not a single drop would have splashed on me. I took it on purpose, so don't worry about it."
"...Huh?"
I was left dumbfounded by the Heavenly Demon's shocking words.
Never mind the fact that she could have avoided the disaster right in front of her eyes—what the hell did she just say?
She took it on purpose?
"...Why would you do that?"
"Hm... At first, I thought about blocking it with my mouth. But then I realized I didn't know if it was safe to swallow. My body can chew raw poisonous herbs without issue, but I figured it was better to ask you first... So I didn't. But dodging it after you'd shot it all over me and letting it splatter on the floor felt rude. So I just took it on my body."
...I didn't even know where to start picking that apart. And the fact that she'd run through all that reasoning in such a short time was impressive.
Wasn't there only about a second to make that call?
No, at her level, a single second could decide a fight. So maybe it was plenty of time?
But using that in a situation like this?
"..."
My brain, tangled up in all those thoughts, could only command my mouth to stay silent.
The accurate description would be that it couldn't issue any proper orders.
"Hm... So now I'm asking. Is this safe to eat? The white stuff looks like real semen this time."
"It... is safe to eat... but it doesn't taste good..."
*Lick*
Whether she ignored my trailing words or not, the Heavenly Demon licked up the semen clinging around my cock just like before and swallowed it. My hips bucked again involuntarily.
'If you're gonna do that, at least signal first...!'
I was already hypersensitive from just having cum, so the sudden rush of pleasure startled me for real.
"...Not much came out, so it's hard to tell. It kinda smells like liquor, though..."
"I don't think drinking alcohol affects the taste of semen..."
"So it always tastes the same no matter what you eat?"
"...I've heard it gets sweeter if you eat fruit..."
"Doesn't that mean it is affected? Unless all the liquor you've drunk until now vanished into thin air, it has to have some influence."
'Is that true?'
No, honestly, I had no idea.
I didn't know what my own semen tasted like anyway—just that it was kinda fishy. How would I know if liquor made it taste like booze?
Ye Soho-cheon once said mine tasted sweet, but that was probably just her being weird.
'I really have no clue...'
To be honest, I was getting a little curious myself.
If food affects it, then liquor should too, right?
Alcohol is bad for virility in general, but that didn't apply to me anyway.
"If I can't tell... I suppose I can taste it again."
The Heavenly Demon said that while eyeing my cock, which was still standing rigid.
...I never thought it'd end after just once.
It had been erect for hours straight.
Ending after one would've left me unsatisfied instead.
Five or six times would be just right—intense but not overdoing it...
.
.
.
"Aghhhh...!"
*Spurt! Spurt!*
This was already the eighth time.
Where did it all go wrong?
When she swallowed all of the second load and declared it definitely tasted like liquor before engulfing my cock in her mouth?
Or the fourth time, when she realized using her tongue to tease the shaft made me produce even more semen?
Maybe when I kept squirming in response, she got annoyed and wrapped her arms around my waist to pin me down completely?
That was a mistake.
I should've told her from the start that my semen didn't taste like liquor at all and not to look at it that way.
"St-stop... Stop... Right after cumming... it's sensitive... Hnng...!"
*Tremble...*
Even pushing at her head with hands that could barely muster strength did nothing against her.
Leading up to this point, I'd made more than one or two mistakes, but if I had to pick the biggest one...
[R-right after ejaculating, it's sensitive, so you need to give it a moment to rest.]
[If it's sensitive, doesn't that mean it feels even better right after?]
[It... does...]
[Then what's the point in stopping when it feels better? I don't understand.]
[...]
"...!!"
*Twitch!*
I should've explained that last part properly.
But I failed to, so she thought I was just whining and didn't stop after I came—instead, she intensified her tonguing.
And honestly, the overstimulation made me cum almost continuously right then, so any further explanation fell on deaf ears.
Her current understanding of a man's body boiled down to:
1. Stimulate the cock, and it feels good.
2. When it feels good, he ejaculates.
3. The better it feels, the more semen comes out.
From her perspective, pushing hard right after ejaculation—when it was most sensitive—was the correct move.
*Spurt! Spurt!*
"Ah... Haa..."
Ninth time already.
Back in the day, my cock would've started softening by now, but this relentlessly trained one was still maintaining its full hardness and size.
No sage time after cumming, either.
I only felt sage time after being milked to the absolute limit—when I thought one more would kill me—before it finally lost strength.
By then, I was usually on the verge of passing out anyway, so it didn't matter.
*Slurp...*
"Ahk... Ahh...!"
Even amid this, the Heavenly Demon gulped down the semen while assaulting my post-orgasm cock. Knowing it was pointless, I still instinctively pushed harder at her head.
*Grip*
Ignoring my resistance, her tongue continued its assault until it accidentally lapped heavily over the glans.
"Heek!"
*Twitch! Twitch! Twitch!*
My waist, already twitching faintly, convulsed visibly, signaling something was wrong.
The hypersensitive glans, after nine orgasms, spasmed my hips from just a light touch.
"Th-the tip... is sensitive... so be careful when you lick..."
*Slurrrrp*
"Hweek?!"
Instead of heeding my plea to be gentle, the Heavenly Demon shifted from licking the whole shaft to focusing entirely on the glans.
"I-it's sen-sitive... I said... Eeeek...!!"
*Buck! Buck!*
This was dangerous for real.
I had no room left for stray thoughts.
My pleasure gauge, hovering near 100%, suddenly spiked past 110%, 120%.
It should've erupted by now, but bizarrely, no semen came.
Caught off guard by this first-time experience, endless waves of pleasure blurred my vision and sharpened my senses without mercy.
What happened next was pure instinct, beyond my control.
My arms, still pushing her away, slid forward to grab the back of her head and pull her in tight.
My waist curled inward, completing the pose of cradling her head.
Undeterred by the shift, she ravaged my glans—which would trigger convulsions from a mere touch—with her tongue like she was mashing it.
*Spurt*
Already lost in a white haze where only her hair filled my sight, I felt a pulsing deep in my lower body.
Something different from semen.
Heavier and more intense than climax, it surged up my cock the instant I sensed it, unstoppable.
*Pssshhhh!!!*
A bizarre fluid blasted from my urethra with unimaginable force, whitening my vision completely.
*Clench*
I clung to her head like a lifeline, but even her hair vanished from view.
I had no idea what hideous moans were escaping my mouth.
Unlike semen, it didn't pulse multiple times, but the aftershocks dwarfed any regular orgasm.
"... ..."
*Twitch! Twitch!*
Tears streamed from my eyes, clouding the whiteout further. My tongue lolled out, greeting empty air.
Every muscle locked rigid from the pleasure wave, spasming occasionally but ignoring all signals.
My waist, tilted forward while gripping her head, froze like stone, unmoving.
I have no idea what happened to my body after that.
The pleasure hit too hard—my brain hit the emergency shutdown like an eject button.
One thing I can say for sure:
If my brain hadn't bailed when it did, I might've broken on my very first day at the Demonic Cult.