Chapter 47 - The Start of the Reunion (1)

My darkened vision stirs back to life. Tears must have streamed from my eyes while I slept, because the gunk is glued on so thick it won't come off easily.

Am, am I awake now?

My dick hurts. My balls hurt. My pelvis feels even more bruised and aching. Hell, my whole body throbs like I've got some terminal illness. Back when I was a kid, incurable diseases were common—must've felt exactly like this for those poor bastards.

Eyes... eyes first... I raise both hands to peel away the crust stuck to my eyelids. There's so damn much, it takes forever. Finally, I can see again.

Wa, water! I need water... my body's so parched! Please!

That ominous feeling never misses, huh? Sure enough, it hits the mark. Captured by Song Eun-hye, my entire body is paralyzed—I can't move a muscle. Why the hell does this shit keep happening to me...? Ah, no more eye gunk... For some reason, fresh tears spill over.

Yeah, the Status Window is super helpful like this, huh? It waits patiently while I'm passed out, then drops the info. I'm touched by its kindness.

Where's Song Eun-hye, anyway...? I glance around, and there she is—not on top of me, but asleep beside me. Legs splayed wide open. The cum I pumped into her yesterday is still oozing out in thick globs. So much of it, I thought someone spilled a tub of white paint on the bed. Normal semen hardens in the air, but this shit's still fresh and runny.

Gotta move... I try forcing my limp body up. The effort makes a noise, of course. And Song Eun-hye, that sensitive B-rank hero, stirs at the sound.

"Hnn, haaaawn... Uh-huh! Oh, you're up first? Yesterday was amazing... Getting fucked senseless is fun, but I love seeing you suffer the most, Ivan."

"Ahh..."

"Wanna go again today? I'll fuck you ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠hard till you knock me up."

Nooooo! Stoooop! Please, no more! I'm not your fucking sex toy! Don't do it!

I hate it! No more sex, please!

As if flipping me off, Song Eun-hye reaches out with those lewd hands. She gropes my nonexistent chest, kneading away as she sits up.

I'm gonna die. Continuous creampies from this woman—she'll kill me! No! Feels just like the factory. Chills crawl up my spine like ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠a thousand bugs gnawing my vertebrae. I'll die for real. If she fucks me till I pass out again, she'll drain every last drop of fluid from me.

No... I still have a mission. I have to live. No, don't touch me!

"Hmm. That look says you don't want it right now?"

"Urgh..."

"Fair enough—you got railed all day. Oh, it's been a full day already."

A day?

Not just overnight—a whole day passed out? Now that she mentions it, my head's pounding like it's gonna split...

I knew heroes had insane stamina, but this level? Wait—does that mean she'll keep going like this till I black out every time?

"Phew, thought I was gonna die making you cum nonstop. Oh, right—you woke up a few times begging for mercy, remember?"

"Whaaat?"

"Nah? Hmm..."

She wipes the cum leaking from her pussy with some tissue, then stands—still naked—and heads to the door.

"Let's eat, then keep going."

She turns at the door, grinning at me. There, on her pale lower belly, a vivid pink tattoo matching my wrist perfectly.

"My little hubby...♥"

That deferential tone, the smile, the sultry voice—like she's treating me special. But she doesn't see me as human. Just... just a sex slave.

"Eat faster."

At the table, I poke at my soggy cereal soaked in milk, sneaking glances at Song Eun-hye. Luckily, no aphrodisiac this time—my body doesn't heat up like before.

"Hurry up and eat so we can fuck? Who takes 30 minutes on cereal?"

"I-I'm exhausted from fucking all day yesterday..."

"Hey, I'm the one moving. Why're you tired? Crazy?"

"But... but I lose protein!"

"I lose fluids from my pussy too? Still leaking now. Wanna see?"

True to her word, fluids gush from her silver-haired mound like a leaky building. Somehow, all that cum's gone—cleanly flowed out in clumps.

"Urgh..."

"Hnn, that disgusted face... I can't hold back."

Squelch, squelch— Staring at me, she fingers her pussy, masturbating.

Feels oddly familiar—I drop my spoon.

"Make a dumber ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠face... Oh, stick your tongue out slutty too."

"Wh-what the hell... Jerking off at someone eating...?"

"Then eat faster, jealous boy."

Song Eun-hye's gotta have a special fetish like "aroused by people eating." No other explanation for this nonsense.

"Hnn, hnn..."

Squelch, squelch, squelch— She stirs her sticky folds, squirting pussy juice on the floor. Too hot to sit, she stands and approaches me.

"Urgh!"

"Now lick my pussy while you eat your cereal. Like that idiom—persevere through the Way with the body or whatever."

"Forcing this weird shit on me... Stop, seriously..."

Forcing me to eat while shoving her filthy pussy in my face! This crushes my dignity. Even if I'm a weak, dumb guy!

"Hey, lick it. Pleeease lick. I gave you a break. Liiiick~ Hurry, suck my clean pussy with your mouth."

Plop. Her dripping slit slaps my cheek. She whines like a kid, demanding I suck.

She's dead set on smashing my pride. Think I'll cave? Like I said, even if I'm weak and dumb...

"O-okay... I'll do it. Happy?"

"Good boy. Turn your head."

Of course I will. How can a nobody like me refuse an elite woman? I tilt my head, burying it in her crotch.

Peach scent wafts from her pussy. Overflowing juices flood my mouth. Pussy droplets rape my throat lining.

"Look at you—lick when I say lick? Hehe, such a good boy."

"Mmph!"

"Haa... Only mine, right? Only for me? Not for 'other women,' huh, Ivan?"

Her voice wavers, emphasizing "other women." I clock it quick—her new special fetish. She's usually bold; this Song Eun-hye's different.

"Suck deeper. Yeah, like that. Slurp my pussy juice all sloppy with your tongue."

"Mmmph..."

"Yes, suck like that. Make it ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠blissful—no other woman gets this."

"Mmph, mmblph!"

The pussy juice onslaught torments me. It seeps into my nose and throat, humiliating me. Yet somehow, it revives my drained body. What the fuck is wrong with me? Never heard of a guy recovering from girl cum.

I suspected it before... Now it's confirmed. Someone artificially made this body. No normal boy's built like this. Whoever did it, I'll find 'em and make 'em pay.

"Here it comes—gonna squirt all over your filthy mouth, mark you as mine!"

"Mmmph!"

"Hnnnng!"

Gurgle, gurgle, gurgle! A massive flood bursts like a monsoon valley. It slams my mouth instantly.

"Haaaah..."

Even with resistance to pleasure, squirting still feels good, apparently. Eyes rolled back, she collapses.

"Haaa... Can't hold back anymore... Ivan, get ready for another sleepless night."

Recovered from bliss, her wicked hand reaches for me. I've regained a bit of energy, but still weak.

One more fuck like this... I'll die for real! But I can't resist her grip now.

"Ahh!"

Of course, she yanks me to the floor. Pinned helplessly, I'm one thrust from being devoured.

"Dig in for today?"

Splaay— Her pristine pink pussy gapes, lunging at my dick. Am I dying from overwork...?

Just as I resign to her lewd slit—

"Hey, open the damn door!!"

A familiar bellow from outside. I know that voice instantly.

Min Eunjeong. She's here.