Chapter 16
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 16
Chapter Title: This Is How We Get Close These Days
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The players' waiting room, which should have been thick with tension before preparing for the match, was now filled with an entirely different kind of heat.
"Whaaang... Aang...!"
Lewd sounds rang out brazenly, revealing a scene of outright debauchery that could only be described as copulation.
"Ch, getting... cloooser..."
Marren, pinned beneath him, babbled on with a slurred tongue like someone who'd forgotten how to enunciate.
"My head feels weird... Haa... Aaah..."
Squish squish.
Spurt spurt.
Every time his cock plunged in, fluids squirted out like bursting peach juice, splattering across her abdomen.
'More underwhelming pussy than I expected.'
She seemed like she'd be skilled based on her words and movements, but in reality, it was a brand-new virgin slit that had never even taken a proper finger.
It didn't yield easily to thrusts—instead, it clamped down fiercely, gripping the shaft and refusing to let go.
And yet, the slick poured out in such abundance that it felt like a warm bath massaging his dick.
"Us, re-really... like this, we'll... get cloooser?"
"Yeah, this is how I get close to people."
If you want to get closer to me going forward, we'll do this often. Got it?
At his words, Marren squeezed her lust-glazed eyes shut and nodded vigorously.
Every time she tried to respond, he deliberately thrust to garble her speech, leaving her flustered and helpless.
'But damn, this body is pure madness.'
Her deep pink eyes and hair carried an exotic allure all on their own.
And her pink nipples and peach-like pussy were so perfectly hued they left him speechless.
If she lacked experience or strength, anyone would become a helpless captive to that body—no surprise there.
Her form writhed perfectly with each thrust, and just when pain seemed to twist her features, she'd flash a bewitching smile and grind her hips, making him think she was utterly insane.
One taste, and addiction set in. Even a brief separation sparked an overwhelming craving.
He understood it rationally, but imagining how desperately his own body yearned to hold her was impossible.
'Gotta train her slowly.'
Marren was like pink petals of pure narcotics. Mishandle her, and she'd turn anyone into a ruined shell.
He'd sensed it ever since her eyes changed—exuding a strange eroticism, her skin emitting a faint, sweet fragrance.
Her cleavage tempted like a flower pistil, urging him to bury his face and lick.
His conclusion was simple.
'Need a tight leash for total control.'
Getting "closer" from here on meant frequent skinship with Marren.
Which raised the risk of her bewitching him into foolish actions.
Prevention demanded meticulous planning.
'For that, time to clamp down hard right now.'
He needed her mindless, nodding obediently to his every word.
Squeeze squeeze.
Her inner walls clenched as if demanding his full attention, so he locked eyes with Marren.
"Why...?"
She'd tightened first, yet feigned innocence at his reaction—a true vixen.
First times were usually marked by pain halting movement or clumsy exhaustion.
But Marren moved with eerie skill, even regulating her breaths.
'Virgin blood at the start says otherwise...'
She seemed born for filthy acts.
'A girl like this in a novel—does that make it straight-up 19+ smut?'
Or was he twisting the story that way himself?
Unclear either way, but for now, focus stayed on Marren.
Thrust.
"Aaang...! Right... there...!"
Her pink nipple stood rigid; he bit down, drawing an instant reaction.
Squiiirt.
He'd sensed it before, but Marren definitely had masochistic streaks.
Why else would she squirt from a nipple bite that hard?
"Adapt to my way of getting close. And from now on, ask my permission before doing this stuff."
Got it?
He spat the words without waiting for a reply, snapping his hips forward.
Pang! Pang! Pang!
"Guh... Hng... I... answer... ut...!"
"Shut up."
Each thigh-slap reddened her pale skin, her entire body blooming with excited heat.
"Obey me, and I'll keep giving this. Act out, and no more getting close."
"Why, whyyy...? Why not... Hng... Uuuh...!"
Squeeze squeeze.
The mere mention of "no more" triggered her; she clamped down fiercely, legs tightening around his waist.
She pulled him closer, licking his lips in desperate plea not to leave.
Like a forsaken puppy laving its master—stirring his arousal deeper.
"One side running wild isn't getting close; it's pushing apart."
"...I'll obey. I'll listen to you, Geon-ho... Hng... Mmph...!"
Chomp.
Lost in mounting pleasure, Marren struggled to speak and instead sank her teeth into his nape.
It started as sucking sounds but escalated to molars embedding—amusing.
She'd played it cool, but now she clung helplessly to the end.
Since things had gone this far, time to teach her the depths of desperation.
"Kyaa... Hng... Mmph... Aa... Aaang...!"
Squiiirt.
He kicked the sofa for leverage, hoisting Marren up; his cock drove impossibly deeper into her pussy.
Not mere thrusting—it pressed her sensitive spots relentlessly, causing her legs to loosen from his waist.
More accurately, they slackened against her will.
"Yeah, obey, and I'll do even this."
Grabbing her thighs, he caught her near-fall and locked her body firm.
Trapping her in an inescapable mire, he pinned her to the wall, rendering her helpless.
All she could manage: bite his neck or rake his back with nails.
Everything else fell under his dominion.
Pang! Pang! Pang!
He pounded with locker-shaking force, overwhelming her, searing her mind blank.
"After this... is it... love?"
"Yeah. But we haven't even started."
Want closer? More? Love? He'll give it all—just stay meekly leashed.
Conveying it bodily, he dipped to bite her breast once more.
"Huu... Ut...!"
Snap!
Not stopping there, he flicked her clit tormentingly before pressing his index finger down and rubbing slow circles.
"Geon-ho... my head's weird... I'm melting... can't think... Oooh... Ut...!"
Like juice gushing from a crushed lemon, thick white fluids poured endlessly from her pussy.
Repeated thrusts had turned it viscous and discolored, sticking to her thighs with sticky strands.
As precum mingled with her squirt, he crested toward climax, yanking her body flush into his embrace.
"Time to finish now."
You're calling it weird, so it ends—we could've gotten so much closer.
From start to end, he could've granted every desire, but she couldn't endure.
Locking her wriggling form, he rammed deep and unleashed.
Gurgle gurgle.
He flooded her pussy, filling her womb to overflowing, semen spilling out.
Never before had he vented so thoroughly; the load was massive.
Twitch twitch.
Shudder.
"D-Don't... pull out..."
Marren convulsed in ecstasy, drool dribbling from her tongue with every word.
Her vacant, reasonless eyes curved into a lewd smile—incredibly erotic.
Plop.
Her strength fully ebbed; the scratching hand fell away. Gently, he laid her back on the sofa.
Drip.
Pulling out triggered spasms, her pussy expelling semen and fluids in a rush.
Gurgle.
The endless mix soaked the sofa, tracing a waterfall line.
"This is how I get close."
Clean up properly and come out on your own. I left my number—text me there.
With that, he cast basic magic to cleanse himself and strode out of the waiting room.
'Perfect.'
Apt rhetoric paired with her peak-ripeness body for training.
The first button was sewn neatly.
Head cleared, body refreshed—he was just about to relax in his room.
Riiing.
His phone buzzed.
'Huh, what now.'
A random call would've been ignored given the circumstances.
But Kim Jang-seok—his father—changed everything.
Click.
"Yes, I've got you."
-It's me.
"I know."
-Heard you won.
"Oh, word got around."
His lukewarm tone must've irked him.
Kim Jang-seok cut straight to it.
-Got a victory gift for you. No detours—come straight to me.
"Yes, sir."
Click.
'What, calling for this?'
More mundane than expected, but hardly dismissible.
Free extra rewards? No way he'd pass.