The Hysterical Lamia Here to Teach a Lesson on Floor Noise 1
Finally, the moment that intense urge to ejaculate hit me like a tidal wave, I unleashed it all in one go. The sensation of semen bursting forth drained the strength from my body, and the scorching heat that had set my entire frame ablaze slowly ebbed away. A deep sense of liberation seeped in right after, drawing out a long-held breath on its own.
"Nnghuk..♥! Kkheuut..♥! Ohoot..♥!"
Soon, the tremors from our pressed bodies transmitted fully, accompanied by those moans. Naturally, they came from Eunha, facing me—not me. She was still climaxing without end, her eyes half-lidded as her body quivered, spilling out more moans. Her pupils shaking upward showed she was lost to consciousness, repeating orgasms endlessly. Well, no surprise there—I'd slammed my full weight in right to the hilt.
Anyway, time to pull out quick. I slowly raised my body to do just that.
Schlup, schluuuurp—!
"Heuuk—♥?!"
The second my cock slipped free, her pussy lips clung and dragged along, sending her into yet another climax. Who told her to clamp down that tight? Not that I minded, of course.
Once I sat up fully, the sight of us was straight-up ridiculous. Our bodies were drenched in sweat and spit, and Eunha's pussy juices had soaked both us and the floor. Plus, the moment I pulled out, all the cum I'd pumped into her started gushing out. It flowed like soft-serve ice cream melting, with no sign of stopping. That amount—wasn't it more like what a horse or pig would shoot? Hell, maybe even more.
I wonder if even back as Targon, wet dreams or jerking off produced this much. Never tried, so who knows. Someone might ask how a guy doesn't masturbate, but it's true. Because I'd begged the goddess to seal off my sex drive entirely. Specifically, starting from the moment I thought, screw it, maybe I should just rape someone. Figured shit was about to hit the fan, so I asked her to cut off the urges completely. Side effect was other cravings ramped up big time, but whatever. After that, no jerking off, no wet dreams.
Speaking of which, no matter how many times I looked, the sheer terror of it never sank in. My cock had grown back to that size—in length and volume—but it wasn't just the cum output that increased. Staring at Eunha's naked body, limp and asleep in exhaustion, made it crystal clear. The marks I'd left etched on her skin. The semen still trickling from between her legs. The feel and heat of our bodies overlapping. The shared climaxes. Echoes of every moment lingered in my flesh and mind.
Maybe that's why. I'd blown my load clean, yet instead of softening, my dick throbbed harder, aching from the persistent erection. Not to mention the boiling urge to ravage her body again. Deep down, I wanted to fuck her until that hunger was sated completely. Problem was, even I didn't know how long that'd take.
And besides, pushing a first-timer that hard wasn't cool. She'd already cum over ten times before I even stuck it in. Yeah, gotta hold back. Call it a night and pick up next time...
"Nnghuu..♥! Sihoo-nim..♥! He, hehet..♥!"
"...No way I can hold back now."
I'd really tried to restrain myself. Tried to be considerate. But sleep-talking my name like that? Might as well be straight-up begging me to fuck her. So this is your fault. You got me too riled up. As punishment, I'll rail you till dawn breaks...!
Bang bang!
"Hmph."
Floor noise complaint at this timing? Felt like the universe was blatantly trying to cockblock me.
2. Seriously, though.
No matter how much you try to hold back, there's a limit! Camilla was in a foul mood thanks to the sudden floor noise outbreak. In an apartment where everyone lived stacked together, noise between floors was inevitable. Especially for her, who prized etiquette above all—she despised anyone who couldn't follow basic manners.
Absolutely no other reason for it. Especially not because of what happened the day before. No way.
'Flora-sensei. Got a mixer lined up—wanna come?'
'A m-mixer..? D-Do guys even do mixers..?'
'Of course. More than you'd think. Especially the ones getting government subsidies—they're always hunting for girls to foot the bill.'
'Oh.. If that's it, then maybe not for me..'
'Aw, c'mon, think about it. Normally it's one guy to ten girls, but this time there are two guys! Someone like you has a shot, right?'
Wha..? I mean.. what about me..?
'Why not~? You're popular, Flora-sensei. Even the boys at school talk to you. Me and the other teachers? Invisible.'
'That's.. Anyway, I'm not used to that kinda thing.. H-How about you, Camilla-sensei?'
'Me? No way, no! Bring me and the mixer's over before it starts—bam! Mixers are 25-and-under only, that's the rule. Guys these days hate anyone over 30; says they reek like a chicken coop. And honestly.. who the hell likes lamias anyway..'
'My, my—what fun gossip.'
'Hiiik—?! C-Camilla-seeeensei..?! G-Guhk..?! N-Neck..! S-Sorry..?!'
Thirties this, chicken coop that?! I still pass for twenties anywhere I go! Not that I even care about mixers! Wouldn't go even if begged! But badmouthing someone behind their back like that—between colleagues? Too far! You think you won't age? Time flies. I was twenties not long ago. A student. Sure, no guy would come near me—said I was scary just passing by! But these days, people keep reptiles as pets, so I had a sliver of hope. And you kill my vibe like that? Still boils my blood thinking about it. Should've snapped her neck right there!
In that sense, this was perfect timing. A golden chance to vent all that pent-up stress at once.
Truth was, this apartment had soundproofing magic baked in—shout all you want, it barely carries. Unless you had senses as sharp as hers, most folks wouldn't hear a thing. So yeah, to others it might look like nitpicking. So what? If it bugs you, don't live above me. Or stay quiet as a mouse. Just come out already. I'll give you a piece of my mind.
Camilla flicked her tongue impatiently, itching for the door to open.
"Ugh, pissing me off..! Why won't you come out?! Hey!"
Patience snapped; she pounded again, urging. That's when—
Beep-boop!
The door lock disengaged, and the door creaked open cautiously.
"Hey, you...!"
Camilla belted it out, ready to unleash hell the second it opened. But her bold shout cut short.
"...Wha..?"
Her mind blanked at the sight of the man who'd opened the door. Her gaze naturally lifted upward. Taller than her—and she was tall for a woman—by a full head. Shoulders broad enough to snuggle into tight. Solid, packed muscle. Above all, those piercing dark locks and sharp features grabbed her eyes. A strong vibe, yet his chiseled face looked sculpted by an artist.
Who the hell is this guy? Why's he so... pretty? No, handsome? He's taller than me, but seems like a woman? Nah, pretty works. But... different. Totally unlike other women. What is it about him?
She scanned him top to bottom, questions piling up.
"Sorry if we were too loud. Got caught up in what we were doing and didn't think. Won't happen again."
"Hngut..?!"
His sudden voice made her tremble involuntarily. First time hearing a voice that low and gravelly. And those eyes—what? Staring so deeply into me? My lower belly's quaking; can't move. Itches like crazy..! To pin me down with just a look..!
She'd planned to rip into him on sight. Make him cry and snot. But now...
Aaah..! No..! Keep looking like that and..! B-Body's heating up..! C-Can't take more..?!
"Y-You..!"
"...Me?"
"J-Just you wait—!!"
In the end, not a single prepared line escaped. Like a third-rate villain fleeing, Camilla bolted, spouting a cheesy exit line. Yet vowing a rematch showed her burning desire to see him again.
And Sihoo's one line watching her flee:
"She must be a really heartbroken woman."