Chapter 18 - Losing One's Beliefs
*Pop, squelch, pop, squelch, pop, squelch, pop—*
Rhythmic, ferocious sounds—unmistakably lewd—echoed relentlessly through the empty gymnasium. Even at a glance, one could call her body sensually voluptuous: Min Eunjeong, who continued to ravage the boy pinned beneath her. It was now 6 p.m., meaning they'd been at it for over five hours. She'd initially planned to let him cum inside her just ten times, but after the first creampie, any trace of that "merciful" restraint had vanished.
"Ah, aaaggh…."
The boy, Ivan, couldn't muster a proper protest—only pathetic moans escaped him. Whether fortunate or not, those sounds were proof he was still alive.
"Hahk, haaahk, haaahk, hngh, cock, cock, cooock, coooock."
Taking that as a sign he was fine, Min Eunjeong kept slamming her hips down. "Fuuuuck, this dick. Hngh, fuuuuck, coooock, hnggg."
Anyone with basic common sense knows marathon sex for hours brings problems. Humans aren't snakes—their bodies are built for short bursts, not endurance marathons. But this scene… could it even be called human mating? If alien scholars from deep space observed it, they'd probably classify the pair as some other species resembling humans.
"Haaah, haaahk, hngh, hnggg! Bes-best, the beeeest, coooock, the absooooolute best."
The redhead's lower body never stopped. Dozens—no, hundreds—of loads had flooded her in those hours, more than enough to fill her pussy to overflowing. "Hngh!"
The semen gushing from Ivan's cock showed no sign of slowing. It spilled from her pussy, forming a massive, sticky puddle on the gym floor.
"Haaaaah…!" *Spurt, splurt.* Another load. She had a habit of freezing still during creampies—the hot semen battering her womb felt too good. Not a bad habit, so she saw no reason to fix it. Pausing, she glanced around.
Time flew by. Five hours here already—it was dinnertime. A hell of a workout, she thought, looking down.
"Mi-mistress… I-I won't act up again…."
What the hell was this creature? In a rare moment of cold clarity, Min Eunjeong pondered. Even with his massive cock and balls, how could he produce this much semen? The puddle on the floor could hold ten cups of water—a small bucketful. And it wasn't low-quality either: thick as aloe gel, one shot enough to knock her up.
But… is this kid even human? Still going strong after all that?
Her short patience lasted all of ten eternal seconds before clarity struck. "Eh, whatever. I'll fuck him more and see."
If he wasn't human, so what? Ivan was Ivan—her cute, delicious sex slave. She wouldn't trade him for all the gold in the world. Superior to any man, their adorable 'alpha male' with that god-tier dick. No other guy could match his masculine prowess, and the ecstasy he delivered was a drug no aphrodisiac could rival.
Slowly, stickily, she rolled her hips again. She'd been kissing his begging lips nonstop. "Mmph…."
She sealed his soft, whimpering mouth. Now a self-proclaimed kissing pro, she breached his defenses in one go. "Hngrk, mmph!"
Ah, that terrified little lamb face! She could cum seven times just masturbating to it. So sensually perfect. *Squelch, squelch, squelch….* She pistoned her hips up and down like before. Supreme pleasure crashed over Ivan again.
"Uggggh!"
Like a beast, not a man, he thrashed wildly. Desperate to avoid more humiliation? But the woman atop him wasn't some ordinary girl from his old world. In this era where women outmuscled men, she was a hundred times stronger—a superhuman bitch. Everything about her was a hundredfold beyond normal, including the copulin pheromones in her sweat that seduced reason itself.
Normal humans had resistance, so they'd just glance at her sweat-soaked form. But Ivan's body was hypersensitive—touch alone overwhelmed him. That much copulin broke him.
"Ugggh, hngh, hnggg, nooo, no more…."
And it wasn't just that. Min Eunjeong's pussy had warped faster than anyone's, no longer virgin-tight. It molded perfectly to his monstrous cock—a custom onahole fleshlight.
"Hngh!"
She wanted to savor him slow… but the more she moved, the greedier she got. Desire to dominate, to watch him writhe in ecstasy's torment, plain lust—they all surged, hips snapping involuntarily. Patient as she was, this man undid her.
"Haa, haa…."
Before him, she became a bitch. A woman. Craving his child. Hero life had subconsciously wired her that way—vague dreams of "someday," wasting her twenties. That denial kept her virgin till thirty.
Until Ivan. "Heehee, cute little devil."
Stroking the tiny demon, she realized her beliefs lay shattered. Human duty, hero code, womanly basics—all demolished by one dick. The Amazon Queen who'd saved hundreds, crushed villains? Gone. Just a cock-corrupted bitch remained.
"Uuh…."
Not that he'd asked for it. Ivan just feared and hated the tongue-licking rapist.
"I love you…."
The 'bitch' murmured down at her exhausted slave, her custom dildo. Harsh words, but affection blazed inside. Love—once 'noble' to past her—was now twisted black.
"Mmm, time to move again?"
"Uuh…."
"Mwah, haaah—your lips are honey every time. Hngh, always feels new…."
Just mercilessly raping her beloved. Unchanging forever. And that target? Only this man before her—the owner of the dick that felled the Amazon Queen: Ivan.
Thus, the sweltering day faded.
"…Slurp, haaah, gulp, mmm, glurk…."
A week since that gym visit. I'd holed up at home, doing nothing.
"Hoo…."
"Gulp, glurk, hngh…."
"Slower, deeper. Use your tongue harder, got it?"
Haa, paradise. Sitting idle while a cute boy deepthroats me… and his soft ass is right there for groping.
"Mmph!"
"No breaks. This ain't our first rodeo. Getting cocky…? Hah, wanna get milked dry again today?"
"…Gulp."
Shivering at 'milked dry'—he's fully my obedient fuckdoll now. My Ivan… perfectly ripened.
Leaning into the sofa, savoring his mouth work. Then the living room table buzzed.
"Ugh, what now."
Frowning, I checked. Thought it was some intruder calling, but no—my familiar bracelet.
"Cooperation call, huh…."
It summons the nearest hero to incidents. Villain nearby, or something needing my power….
"Hm."
Trouble. Other bitches can handle it—why me? But my record's been shaky lately….
"Mmph! Pwah! *Cough, cough*… E-enough, let me rest! It's been an hour already…."
"Hah. You wanna get punished, brat?"
This cheeky shit! I shot up, stalking toward the defiant punk.
No choice. Can't answer the call today—gotta discipline this brat first.
Shoving his shoulder, I mounted him. Unable to bear my weight, Ivan gasped in agony—"Haak!" Not my problem.
Kicking the noisy table aside, I kissed his forehead, lapped his face. Something deep inside cracked—*snap*—but sex first; investigate later.