Dropping Out
Kwon Ye-seul is like a bag of junk food candy sitting on the desk. You know damn well it's bad for you if you keep shoving it in your mouth—for all sorts of reasons—but that unique sweet taste and aroma keeps drawing your hand back in.
Ugh...
Deep down, I know this woman is way too dangerous. That's why I've been desperate to escape her somehow. But when I think of her dizzying curves and that mind-melting sex, I can't muster the courage.
Now Kwon Ye-seul has burrowed deep into my heart... right alongside Somi.
I hated her so much at first...
She was that fucking bitch who grabbed me on some bullshit pretext and raped me like crazy. But the more I tasted her body, the deeper I fell...
What if I'd met Kwon Ye-seul before Somi?
I would've fallen head over heels for her above anyone else, no doubt. A woman overflowing with lust like her wouldn't have let me go, so I never would've gotten eaten by other girls either.
"What're you thinking so deeply about, my little baby bird?"
"Ugh... that nickname's so cringy..."
I have no idea where she picked it up, but Ye-seul noona draped her arm over my slender neck, sticking to me like glue. Her massive tits squished right against my body.
"Baby bird's cringy? Weird. In shoujo manga, guys die for this stuff. How about baby kitten then?"
I swallowed my irritation at her bizarre tastes and let out a deep sigh instead. For her sake—and mine—I decided to give Ye-seul noona some advice. I opened my eyes and stared straight at her.
"Noona, can I be honest? I've thought this since we first met, but there's one thing about you I don't like."
I asked permission first before spilling what I'd bottled up. She'd only ever seen my submissive side, so this new attitude startled her—she nodded dumbly instead of answering, uncharacteristically.
I didn't beat around the bush. "Noona, sometimes you act just like a frumpy auntie."
"Wh-what?"
Kwon Ye-seul stammered, caught off guard by my bluntness. I pressed the attack.
"You're young for your age, sure... but your tastes are straight-up auntie."
Yeah, auntie tastes! Everything else about her is perfect, but this one flaw. Damn it. We're only ten years apart—why does she act like some old hag?
"Hey, auntie? I'm the youngest prof at this school!"
"That's compared to the other profs!"
"Guh...! But... hey, I still look young, right...?"
Her workout-sculpted, firm body and pretty face could pass for her twenties—maybe late teens if you squint. But that's not what I'm talking about. It's her weird tastes making her seem auntie-ish, not just her looks.
"It's your tastes that scream auntie."
"Ugh, that's 'cause I matured too early..."
"How's a woman who 'matured early' always babbling about raising my kid during sex?"
In this world, women used to whisper about babies in a guy's ear right after sex, when he was in post-nut clarity. But with birth rates tanking these days, it's something later generations avoid. In other words, talking kids in bed is auntie behavior by this world's standards!
"Ugh, guh! But..."
"And that's not all. You keep giving me these weird nicknames. And you only watch mafia movies..."
"Hey, The Godfather is for kids these days too!"
"We don't watch that stuff. Hell, hardly anyone our age even knows it."
Every counterpoint landed, and Ye-seul noona's retorts suddenly dried up.
"..."
"Noona? You mad? Still, fix that auntie taste a bit—it's too weird... No more baby bird or kitten nicknames. Honestly, I'm at my limit pretending to like them."
"Th-this little...!"
Oh shit, I went too far! Kwon Ye-seul scowled, growling low.
"You look like some middle schooler! Acting all grown-up! What? I'm an auntie? You're just a fucking kid!"
"Ah, aaa...!"
*Schlop!*
Kwon Ye-seul shoved me onto the bed and forced my cock deep into her pussy.
"Aaaah... S-sorry, please forgive me just this once..."
"Shut your mouth! You little shit—I'll fuck you like a dog!"
Fuming mad, she ignored my sincere apology.
*Schlop, schlop, schlop!*
Tears of rage welled in her eyes as she punished my cock with her signature molten-hot pussy.
*Schl-oop! Schl-oop! Schl-oop!*
*Spluuurt!*
"Talking babies makes me auntie? Don't make me laugh! You'll be stuck at my place raising kids forever, got it?"
"Hnnngh... Being so rough like this... y-you're too much..."
"Shut it! A human toilet talking back? From now on, no speaking without my permission."
Her brutal, selfish rampage was pure tyranny. But I found her dictator-like side utterly lovable.
"Y-yes... Sorry for talking back, even though I'm just a cum-dumping human toilet..."
In the end, I muttered words no man should ever say, shredding my last scraps of pride with my own hands.
"Keep acting up, you little shit..."
I came here to remove one wart, but ended up growing another. Foolishly challenging pussy-sama only ensnared me deeper.
*Schl-oop, schl-oop, schl-oop!*
*Spluuurt!*
*Schl-oop, schl-oop, schl-oop!*
*Spluuurt!*
*Schl-oop, schl-oop, schl-oop!*
*Spluuurt!*
Her wrathful pounding continued. Like unleashing all the resentment I'd built up in her, Ye-seul noona shook her hips mercilessly.
Ten minutes... no, thirty passed before I escaped that hellish pleasure nightmare.
By then, I'd cum thirty times straight—one per minute, nonstop. Even I knew that stamina was ridiculous.
"Hoo, don't pull that shit again."
She laughed between her legs, gushing out a thick wad of cum. The sight was so obscene I got hard again.
*Schl-oop!*
"Hngk...!"
The merciless pounding raged on.
"...So you're dropping out, Han Siwoo...?"
In the department office, staffer Shin Jeong-ah looked flustered handling admin work. No wonder—a boy who'd been here mere months was already quitting?
The facilities are a bit dated, but not enough to transfer...
Shin Jeong-ah knew Han Siwoo's school was a top-tier capital-region university with killer admissions. People killed to get in—why quit?
Sure, dropping a prestige uni for startups wasn't bad. But even Bill Jeylin or Emi Jobs attended for years. She pursed her lips to lecture this fool.
"Um, student, I don't know why you're quitting, but..."
"I'm gonna be a dad."
"...Pardon?"
"My girlfriend's pregnant with my kid."
The mid-30s office lady Shin Jeong-ah was speechless. Instead of preaching, she quietly slid over the dropout form.
"Thank you."
Han Siwoo shuffled out on his small frame.
"Took you long enough?"
"Y-yeah..."
Waiting outside was the professor with chocolate abs that suited her perfectly—Kwon Ye-seul.
"Heh."
She chuckled softly, stroking his fluffy hair as he clung shyly. Adorable.
"Dropped out just like noona said? Aww, such a good boy. Unlike other guys these days, our Siwoo's so obedient to women?"
No longer hiding her boomer side, Kwon Ye-seul let it rip.
"Yeah, 'cause noona wanted it... And you're carrying my baby..."
Hundreds, thousands of creampies. Plus, Siwoo's loads were inhuman—he'd dumped them all in one woman. Not getting pregnant would've been weirder.
He knew it well, so he accepted with calm resignation. Guilt overwhelming him, Siwoo squeezed his eyes shut.
Then—a very familiar voice.
"Siwoo-ya?"
"Uh... Somi..."
He'd run right into her. In the absolute worst state.