Chapter 66 - Deliberately Creampieing the Milf Noona's Pussy to Knock Her Up
I'd once mentioned the mystery of women's bodies in this world. Specifically, how they produce an absurd amount of fluid down there—like dumping a whole kettle's worth. Of course, that's a bit of an exaggeration. Still, they squirt way more than any woman I'd experienced in my previous life.
-Slurp, slurp.... Gulp
-Slurp.... Slurp....
"So cute."
-Slurp, gulp.... "Huh?"
"I said you're cute, you."
She was calling me cute. Plenty of women had told me I turned them on or that I was sexy, but cute? Never. Honestly, with this small body of mine, it made sense unless someone had a weird fetish. The only flaw was my slightly sleazy eyes.
"You didn't even ask, but you're opening up to show me if there's any of your juices left in your mouth."
"And that's what you find cute?"
"Yeah, insanely so."
Her sense of cuteness was clearly different from normal people's.
"I wanna lay you down on the bed right now and pound that pussy."
"....Gulp."
"Whoa, did you just swallow? You're looking forward to it too, huh."
"I was just swallowing your juices."
At this point, I wished she'd stop with the sucking already. Chugging all this lemon-flavored water was starting to make my tongue ache, and my stomach felt a little sour too.
"Masturbate for me."
"Pardon?"
"Jerk off while you suck. And cum on my feet."
What kind of twisted kink was this? She was the weirdest woman I'd met so far.
-Stroke, stroke stroke stroke....
Still, jerk-off bait was everywhere here. That pussy that felt like it'd milk me dry with a single thrust and creampie on the spot. Those thighs that could make me blow just from rubbing against them. And those tits—at least F-cups. Perfect setup for a wank.
-Stroke stroke stroke
"A pretty boy jerking off to my body."
"Hngh, hnggg...."
"Fuck, that's so hot...."
-Stroke stroke stroke
I stared hard at her pussy, which had been drooling fluids just moments ago, shaking my hips as I pumped my lower body. After all my sucking, it wasn't pink anymore—it was straight-up red.
-Smooch
I found myself drawn back to her pussy, pressing my mouth to it again without thinking.
-Slurp, slurp, slurp.... Gulp!
"Hngh, haaa.... Suddenly sucking my pussy again, you little perv...."
"Hngh...."
-Stroke stroke stroke
I shook my hips even harder, the urge to cum surging up. But not yet. If I blew now, it'd just waste it on the floor. At the very least.... I wanted to plaster her face.
That'd be hotter, and it suited this cum-obsessed milf perfectly.
-Stroke
I stopped sucking her pussy and carefully crawled out from under the desk.
"Hey, who said you could come out?"
"Hngh.... Wasting it on the floor would be a shame...."
-Stroke, stroke....
I slowly rubbed my cock against those plump thighs I'd been dying to grind on. The warm body heat and thick flesh stimulated me even more.
"Look at this perv. Rubbing your dick on me without being told?"
"Eugh! Eughhh!!"
"Guess I'll have to fuck you like a dog from on top again."
-Stroke, stroke, stroke!
She was saying something, but I'd already lost all reason. This felt too good! That addictive texture I craved every time.
I was about to cum any second. I gripped my cock and aimed it right at Makariel's face.
"Hey. Cum here."
"Guh!"
-Grip
Makariel snatched my hand off my cock, grabbed it herself, and hoisted me up forcibly. Then she shoved it straight into her pussy with a squelch.
"Ohhh!"
"Eughhh!!"
-Spurt spurt spuuurt!
Thick semen poured deep into her womb. My plan to dirty her face had been swallowed up by her pussy instead.
No message? Huh. Guess it's not registering as rape since it's consensual.
Who knows how the system judges it. I can enjoy getting raped and still rack up points and stats, but it blocks me here? Inconsistent as hell.
"Haaaah.... So hot♥"
"Hah.... Hah...."
"Hey, get on the bed. I'm gonna fuck you till late tonight. You lost your mind and ignored my orders?"
-Thud
Makariel shoved me off her lap and tossed me onto the bed.
"Dig in."
"Heeeh...."
I wasn't freed until 2 a.m., let alone 10 p.m.
***
-Creeeak
It was still hours before dawn when I quietly opened the door and stepped into the gloomy hallway.
Ugh. The stain's still there.
The carpet was marked with a dark blotch from my thick cum, broadcasting exactly what had gone down here.
That thick? She's definitely knocked up now....
First Han Seyoung, now Makariel? Nah, if I kill the Demon King, she might die too....
Feels a bit iffy.
But no real pity. If I felt guilt like this, I never would've killed that guide back then.
Wonder if she's still awake.
It'd be a hassle if she was asleep first. Oh well, sticking my dick in should wake her up, right? I headed for the stairs where we'd first met.
-Step step
Where are we supposed to meet again?
Suddenly it hit me—she hadn't told me the rendezvous spot. That could be a problem. I reached the stairs from earlier and glanced around.
No one's around. Guess it's that early.
A mansion like this should have guards against thieves, but I didn't sense a thing.
...Wait, one's coming.
Judging by the footsteps, a girl around 50 kilos, taller than me.
Gotta shut her up.
If she caught me wandering at dawn, it'd get noisy and mess up my mission.
-Crack!
I flexed my hand, and my joints popped on their own. Must be the boosted strength from my stats. Either way, I could kill a careless woman quick and quiet with these hands.
...Kill fast, burn the body with magic.
-Pop!
That's when a familiar message window appeared before me.
[You're quite late, Baek Sejun.]
What the—it's her from earlier.
I shelved my murderous impulse and peered at the figure hiding in the shadows.
Had she been waiting the whole time? Even while I was fucking Makariel nonstop? Impressive patience.
[This way, please.]
Thoroughly deflated, I followed her lead through the darkness.
-Step step
Soon we reached her room, but for the heir to the mansion, it looked rundown.
"Safe to talk now, right?"
"Yeah, seems so."
"Nice to meet you properly, Baek Sejun. I'm Akariel, the next head of this estate."
"Oh, really."
"Hm...."
I played it cool on the surface, but I caught something surprising. If she was the heir, she was Makariel's successor. But they didn't seem close. Normally, you'd disown a rebellious kid. This room felt like punishment.
"Did I do something wrong?"
"No, sorry. Just thinking."
"Then no point chatting in the hall—come in."
-Creeeak
Inside, the first thing that hit me was the mountain of books piled everywhere. In this cramped space, there was barely room to stand, and they looked ready to topple, making me uneasy.
"Cramped, huh?"
"Yeah, insanely."
"Ahem.... Sorry. Bear with it a sec."
No way to fuck in here. One big move and a tsunami of books would bury us.
"Straight to the point: my father was human."
"I know. Your mom mentioned it."
"And he came from another world, like you."
Hero candidate? That explained the source of Akariel's Status Window.
"So you're a candidate too."
"Yeah, well.... After Mom caught him, he ended up volunteering as her fuckpig."
Pitiful end. Captured by the enemy, humiliated, forced to knock her up. The worst fate for a man in this world.
"Didn't know Status Windows were hereditary."
"No clue there. Mine was granted directly by God."
"What? But you're a demonkin."
From what I'd heard, demonkin were the most hated by this world's god. The Holy Kingdom's goal was their total extermination, even for half-breeds without the Demon King's influence. How'd a girl with half demon blood get a Status Window? Hell, could locals even get them?
"Race doesn't matter for Status Windows. Just meet the condition."
"Condition?"
"Simple. Come from 'another world.'"
That had to mean my original Earth. So if she had one....
"I've been to my father's original world with him."
"!"
"Everyone says the only way back is the Goddess's wish. But there's one more method. That's why I got passed over as heir."
Mind-blowing. No need to hunt the Demon King if you knew this.
"How?"
"Depends on your sincerity. Here."
Eat my pussy, said the innocent girl. Totally not the vibe.