Side Story — Memories of Cock Hunting (2)

"Mmm♡"

Han Jo-hyun wrapped her hand around my rock-hard control stick and let out a filthy little sound, a puff of breath flaring from her nose. The instant her fingers closed around it, the stick seemed to swell even larger in her grip.

"No abnormalities."

"We'll need to inspect the coolant as well."

I slipped my hand between her thighs and checked the coolant.

A wet squelch answered me.

"Hah—!"

I stirred my fingers through Han Jo-hyun's snug, springy pussy, then brought them to my mouth and sampled the taste.

"Condition is optimal."

"Thank you."

"Taking off. Prepare."

"Ready."

Han Jo-hyun's arms locked around me and dragged me into the soft give of her body.

"Seatbelt's perfect. Control Tower."

"………"

"Control Tower? No response. We'll need to check the comms."

A wet thrust of my fingers.

"Nngh♡"

Choi Yeo-jin's face went scarlet as a moan slipped out of her. This was back when she still hadn't gotten used to sex.

I shoved my hand up under her skirt and pumped my fingers into her again and again, until her copilot's juices soaked the seat beneath us.

"Control Tower. Responding."

"Th-this is Control Tower. Over."

"Requesting takeoff clearance."

Another deep thrust.

"Eeeh♡ Cleared! You're cleared! Take off immediately! Over!"

"Roger."

I pulled on a thick mask. Breathing through it was genuinely as hard as it would be for a real fighter pilot.

A sharp smack.

"Hyt!"

I slapped away Choi Yeo-jin's hand as it crept, sly and stealthy, toward my cock.

"Remote control was not requested. Over."

"Understood. Over."

I took hold of my control stick. It was so thick and massive that even both hands couldn't fully wrap around it.

Onscreen, Top Cruise was holding off the latest-model fighter with style, covering his young wingmen. I grabbed my control stick the same way and shook it for all I was worth.

Blistering, supersonic flight. I felt the G-force with everything I had.

"Incredible gravitational acceleration!"

Han Jo-hyun heard me and crushed me tighter against her, hauling me deeper into her chest. Her soft flesh welled up through every gap around my body, spilling into the spaces like the rich insides of ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠a marinated crab overflowing its shell.

"This gravity is too strong."

"Haaaaang♡"

She let out a scorching breath of pure satisfaction and brought her mouth to my ear.

"Enemy aircraft closing. Nngh!"

She lurched as if the enemy had scored a hit, and my body rocked with hers like a seat in a 4D theater. Han Jo-hyun's outrageously lewd body swept over every inch of me. I focused on the flight through a pleasure so intense it felt like my whole body was melting.

"Hup! Hup! Hup! Hup!"

I had watched a documentary on fighter pilots, so I knew exactly how they breathed when the G-forces got brutal.

"Hup! Hup! Hup! Hup! Hup!"

Doing the anti-G breathing through that thick mask, I could almost believe I was actually inside a cockpit, locked in a dogfight with a hostile fighter.

"Who is that? Who keeps going hup-hup over there?"

"Ugh, can you keep it down? Some of us are trying to watch!"

A restless murmur rolled through the theater. People twisted in their seats, hunting for the source of the noise, eyes sweeping the dark for whoever was making that sound.

"Hup! Hup! Hup! Hup! Hup!"

The audience kept turning, searching row by row for the origin of the fighter-pilot breathing.

"Enemy radar is active."

Han Jo-hyun, ever the professional, updated me on the tactical situation.

"Going in for a low-altitude run."

She yanked me down and dropped our posture, tucking us out of sight so the people behind us couldn't get a look.

"Excuse me! What exactly have you two been doing this whole time?"

A woman in the seat ahead of us had twisted around to protest.

"Hah! N-no matter how huge and magnificent that thing is, you still have to observe public decency♡"

The moment her eyes landed on my massive cock, the tigress flattened into a housecat. Her gaze locked onto my crotch with the intensity of a targeting laser.

Han Jo-hyun watched those burning eyes and leaned in to whisper against my ear again.

"The enemy has painted us with targeting lasers. They're locking onto our aircraft."

"What? Flares! Deploy flares and evade the missiles!"

"Roger!"

Han Jo-hyun, serving as weapons officer, moved to launch. Her hand closed around my cock and pumped it hard.

"Kh—! Haaa."

"Flares ready!"

The woman ahead of us stared at the two of us having sex with an expression of pure disbelief.

"Hey. What are you two actually doing?"

"Flares!"

My semen left the aircraft and splashed down across her face.

"Aaaah! What is this?!"

She stared at the load that had just been fired onto her and detonated with rage.

"Missile detonated!"

"Nice work!"

From behind me, Han Jo-hyun whispered into my ear in a voice gone suddenly shy.

"Iiih! Seriously!"

The woman climbed up over her seat and crawled toward us.

"Enemy surface-to-air missile!"

The woman from the row ahead reached me, dragged her tongue over my perineum, and then pushed it into my ass to savor the taste.

"Enemy missile attack — our tail is in danger!"

"Damn it — eject!"

I yanked her hair the way a pilot would yank the ejection handle under the seat.

"Hngh♡"

She took my cock into her mouth and sank into a pleasure so complete it wiped everything else away.

"Slurp♡ slurp♡"

"Nngh! The airflow! The airflow is intense!"

I came in heavy, pulsing surges, flooding her mouth until it overflowed.

"Haa… that's so good."

She nuzzled her face against my cock. We breathed in time with the protagonist as he wandered lost behind enemy lines, his fighter gone.

"We're hijacking an enemy aircraft. We'll fly out in a new plane."

"Aheung!"

I pulled the woman from the front row into my arms.

"Hahng!"

"How are we supposed to get out of here in this outdated fighter?"

Compared to Han Jo-hyun, it was a thoroughly unremarkable pussy. Han Jo-hyun was a beauty on the level of a national athlete. No ordinary civilian's body stood a chance of matching hers.

"Don't think. Trust your instincts and you'll survive."

I closed one hand around Han Jo-hyun's breast and soothed her.

"First, inject the fuel. When I give the signal, release the wire and raise the ladder. Then you board too."

"Roger."

Han Jo-hyun's hands wandered, stroking my cock and the other woman's pussy with a slow, practiced gentleness.

"Injection port confirmed. Commencing fuel injection."

She took hold of my cock and guided it into the woman's pussy.

"Haaaaa♡ Hngh-hht!"

"Weapons officer, I need you. We have to get this fuel in fast before the enemy notices."

"Roger."

Han Jo-hyun gripped the woman's ass and bounced her up and down.

Wet, slapping impacts filled the dark, one after another.

"Nngh! Damn it! Incredible pressure!"

"Please don't make that face."

"Why not?"

"It's too lewd♡"

"Nngh!"

A thick, shuddering squirt. She knew me far too well — including exactly how to make me finish faster.

"Fuel injection complete."

My cock slid free of her pussy, and a heavy rope of semen spilled after it.

"Okay. Release the wire and raise the ladder."

"Roger. Haaaa♡"

Neither Han Jo-hyun nor I were in our right minds anymore.

"Ughghg♡"

She hooked her arms and legs around me and the woman from the front row and hoisted us upward. Naked, dripping semen and love juices, we rose into the air. The sight of me docked with the woman from the row ahead, flying in tandem, blotted out the screen and wrecked the audience's view.

"What the hell?"

"Who's blocking the screen?"

"Huh? A man? Wait. Is that a naked man?"

"Whoa♡ Holy shit."

The sudden appearance of a stripped man yanked the entire theater off the movie. They started watching my body instead.

Han Jo-hyun rocked us through the air as if riding a current, making the two of us fly.

"Th-the enemy is in pursuit♡"

The woman from the front row had apparently decided to join the flight for real. Her voice snapped to military sharpness.

"Flares!"

"Flares!"

A wet, eager squelch. She guided my cock into her pussy with a languid, filthy grace and started a fountain show, losing herself in sex with a man. The spray of her climax caught the blast from the theater's industrial air conditioner and drifted backward down the rows.

People touched the wetness on their faces.

"What kind of water is this?"

"No way…"

They tasted it, and the confirmation hit them all at once.

"All right!"

Onscreen, a triumphant return home was all that was left. Then a new hostile appeared.

"Enemy aircraft approaching from both flanks."

"Damn."

I turned to the young women easing in from either side of our row, raised a hand, and gave them a cheerful wave. They met my eyes, smiled, and waved back — then pointed down, signaling me to descend. If I left the air and dropped to the floor, they would devour me on the spot. Both of them were swallowing hard, staring at my cock.

That was when it happened.

A sharp bang.

"Nngh♡"

Choi Yeo-jin, who had been standing by at base, lunged, seized one of the incoming women, and slammed her into Han Jo-hyun's breasts.

"Euhht!"

I did not waste the opening. I hit the floor.

"It's a real man!"

"A man's in heat!"

"Waaaaah!"

Women came running from every direction, charging the spot where I stood. They burst out of their rows half-dressed, the way comrades would scramble to celebrate a pilot who had just made it home from behind enemy lines.

"Slurp♡ schlrrp♡"

"Urgh!"

A thick, helpless squirt.

"Uuuurgh! Save me!"

Choi Yeo-jin's face burned red as the women fawned over her in the middle of the crush, cooing at how cute she was.

"You cold-hearted friend. So you're leaving at last."

I gave Choi Yeo-jin a salute.

"Haang♡ haang♡"

As a final courtesy, I drove my cock into her pussy. Then I seated a Vaginal Plug inside her and returned to a state of alert. She receded slowly into the women's arms with the plug still locked in place.

Soldiers never die. They simply fade away.

"Aaaaah♡"

She vanished into their embrace as if the earth itself had opened and swallowed her whole.

"No — I said save me. Nngh! D-don't suck there♡ Nngh! There's a reason I wasn't wearing panties, there's a whole separate reasoooon♡ Nngh!"

Already in heat from the smell of my semen, the women stopped distinguishing friend from foe and sank into an orgy without sides.

"Nngh! Everyone gather around. I'll take care of all of you!"

"WAAAAAAAAH!"

A golden bell seemed to ring through the theater. People dove at my cock the way contestants dive at a prize.

"Ah!"

Pulse after pulse after pulse. The women tasted my semen and lost their minds.

"As expected. You're the greatest pilot there is."

And that was how my life as a pilot faded into twilight.

"Aaang♡"

"Haang, haang! Haa-euut♡"

The movie ended. The theater doors opened, and the staff came in to start cleaning.

"Huh? Y-you can't do that kind of thing in here!"

"Whoa. Holy shit. It's a man."

"What? Where?"

"There! Look over there!"

"Whoa! Holy shit!"

Cameras started clicking, one after another, as they photographed the group orgy unfolding in the aisle.

"I-I'm cumming! Aaaaaaah!"

"Haaaaaang♡ Flares♡"

My semen drifted through the air of the theater and reached every last person in the room.

"Ahaaaang♡"

"Seonghun, you're the best."

Tap. Tap-tap. Tap.

The Doctor clutched her head as if a migraine were splitting it open and drummed her fingers against the desk.

The Doctor looked at me, then at Han Jo-hyun, then at Choi Yeo-jin, her face gone stiff as stone, and let out a long, heavy sigh.

"Seonghun. Can you seriously not go a single day ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠without causing an incident?"

"I'm sorry."

"Why on earth did you have a group orgy in a movie theater?"

"I was simply piloting a fighter jet."

Han Jo-hyun smiled at that without a word.

"You two really are a match made in heaven."

I gave her my brightest smile.

"Don't make that face."

I pulled the Doctor into my arms and laid her back across the desk.

"Ahang♡ Seriously! You only ever do this when I'm mad!"

"Present that pussy."

"Ahang♡ Nngh♡ My pussy belongs to you, Seonghun! So just a little ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠slower…"

A wet, decisive thrust.

"See? There's a reason you showed up in no-panty stockings. You saw this coming too, didn't you?"

"Ahang♡"

"Weapons officer. Lock missiles."

"Roger!"

Han Jo-hyun took hold of my cock. I tore open the crotch of the Doctor's pantyhose.

"First target neutralized!"

"Preparing the second missile."

Han Jo-hyun stroked my cock at her leisure, a moan slipping free as her hands worked.

"Hngh♡ Missile lock complete♡"

"Fire!"

A wet slam, then thrust after thrust after thrust, burying me to the hilt.

"Ahaaaaaaaang♡"

"Success! Success! The enemy fortress has fallen!"

"Well doooone—!"

"Captain?!"

I came in a long, shuddering burst, pulse after helpless pulse.

"Captain?!"

"I'm fine. Go on ahead!"

"Negative."

A slow, wet slide. Han Jo-hyun drew my cock out of the Doctor's pussy and tasted it.

"Weapons officerrrr! Nngh! When did you learn this ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠kind of piloting?"

"Haaaa♡"

The scent of plum blossoms rolled off her mouth in waves. Her mastery of the Violet Sunset Activity Divine Art had surpassed my own.

"Did you know? My pussy has now been molded to the shape of the captain's cock."

A deep, claiming thrust.

"Nngh! What a powerful pussy!"

Flesh slammed into flesh, wet and violent, over and over.

"Aht! Ahang♡"

"I'm cumming!"

"Euhehehht!"

Pulse♡ pulse♡ pulse♡

"Haaaaa♡"

The Doctor, Han Jo-hyun, and I held on to one another and sank under together.