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The stinging sunlight pierces through my eyelids. The sound of cars passing by, unidentified early morning noises swirl around my ears. Unable to withstand the blindingly intense light, I wake up.
"Nggh... haa."
I stretch languidly on the bed. My muscles and joints, knotted from the night, loosen up as stagnant blood courses through every corner of my body.
"Haaah... so tired."
The bed is drenched in pussy juice and dick juice, now dried into a crusty, sticky mess that reeks of lewdness. As I yawn, the thick, cloying scent of erotic nectar built up all night floods my nostrils. The mingled fluids of man and woman—a smell that makes pussies tingle. A pervert pheromone perfume perfectly tuned to send women into heat and make their wombs throb kyung♥kyung♥.
"Snuuup... haaaaa... ♥ Smelling it gets me horny again."
Inhaling the crusty creampie pheromones makes my pussy react, clenching tight. The trapped globs of semen reverse under the pressure and spit out onto the bed. Mixed with my love juices, the aged cum fermented inside my pussy all day wafts into my nose. How many women in the world could resist a pervert pheromone like this?
No, no, hold back. Hold it together, Chae Sua. Hold it.
I want to frantically rub my swollen clit with one hand and pinch my nipples with the other right this second, but I muster superhuman willpower and hold back. Last night, until late dawn, I fucked Tyranno over and over, pounding him relentlessly until my pussy was swollen and throbbing. I squeezed his dick tight tight with my pussy, pressed the glans hard against my womb entrance, gently stroked the softened shaft with my tongue until it stiffened rock-hard again, shoved it back inside, and chomped away. Then I filled my womb to the brim with fresh, magically regenerated cum. If I touch myself any more, even I might snap somewhere. Plus, if I start fiddling now, I won't be able to stop and I'll pounce on Tyranno.
"Huuuuh... but the horniness is unavoidable."
I forcibly suppress my twitching hands, aching to pinch and rub. It's all Tyranno's fault. Tyranno's the bad one. He seduced me with that lewd body of his. And he handed me the Hypnosis App on a silver platter. Basically offering himself up with a big sign saying, "Hypnotize me and fuck me senseless."
Actually, doesn't Tyranno like me too?
Thinking about it coolly, that has to be it. He chased everyone out of the park so we were alone, brought the Hypnosis App, and even hypnotized himself right in front of me. No way he thought the app would actually work on me for real, and "accidentally" seeing my phone screen doesn't fly.
"No doubt about it. It's Tyranno the mesugaki's shy way of confessing his love."
Just like I thought at first sight, "This mesugaki slut is so fucking hot, wanna fuck her like a dog and knock up a mini-mesugaki with white piss," Tyranno must've thought, "Geum Taeyang's so cool, wanna get fucked like a dog and surrender every drop of cum from my nut sack." We're each other's first love for sure. A fated encounter!
We're soulmates, after all.
In my head, I've already planned out two sons, one daughter, their names, grandkids, even Chae Pil-gyu, the 32nd generation of the Gangneung Chae clan. If we date, I'll make Tyranno retire from Darkness and keep him at home. Gotta lock up our precious Tyranno tight so no one steals him. Home dates are plenty—no need to go out. We'd just end up in a motel anyway, wasting money. Wedding at the Haysveen Hotel in Seoul, honeymoon in Jeju... nah. There's a hotel nearby; we'll do that. No point going far if we're not leaving the room. Gotta try everything I've ever wanted. I've barely held any man's hand except Dad's, so I've got this huge fantasy about guys. I've imagined pretty much every sex act possible. Waking up late for breakfast in one bed, whispering sweet nothings under fluffy covers, lounging at home on a weekend watching a movie until a steamy scene hits, eyes lock, beastly kiss with tongues, straight into fucking...
"Shall we have a cozy breakfast together?"
I've always wanted that. Intense sex the night before, then leisurely wake up and make breakfast.
"Tyranno. Tyranno, wake up. Tyranno."
".........."
"Not even twitching. Must be wiped out."
Makes sense. Last night was hours of raw, intense sex. I milked him dry from below, squeezed and squeezed to his absolute limit. Thought he'd die on the spot; realized human balls hold that much baby batter. Squeezed him countless times like a cum-extracting nut sack—tap it and he'd spurt nonstop. Especially after numbing his senses for a 30-minute fuck, then releasing: his dick juice erupted like a fire hose, milky white cum spraying relentlessly for minutes, splattering the ceiling. When those icicle-like globs dripped from the ceiling onto the bed, I freaked.
"Should've filmed that 30-minute pent-up pleasure overload."
I thoroughly trained his dick with my pussy, turning him into a body that can't survive without me. No matter how much he hates or despises me, one touch and his dick stands at reflex. An unconditional hard-on dog dick.
"So now you'll love me."
Even if he didn't before, he can't live without my pussy anymore, so he'll love me. Right?
"How is even his sleeping face this adorable?"
I brush back Tyranno's bangs as he slumbers peacefully. White hair grown long enough to cover his eyebrows. Perky nose, plump elastic lips. Unlike other guys, no makeup, but his cute, beautiful features are untouched. Yet the fatigue around his eyes adds this inexplicable air of decadence. Not the kind of face you want to protect—more like one you wanna bully until he sobs.
"Cute. So cute."
I poke his cheeks. Dried tear stains crumble off. He's curled up in the bed's corner, as if avoiding me even in sleep. His pale hips are bruised black-and-blue from my ass slamming down wildly, his small cute dick red and inflamed, swollen huge. From all the chewing, it's crusted with curly golden pussy hairs, clumped dried cum, and white pussy juice everywhere. His delicate, statue-like face—meant to stir a woman's protective instincts—is scarred with dried saliva and tear tracks like wounds. His marble-white skin is filthy with all sorts of fluids and grime, unspeakably obscene, bloated cum-filled condom balloons scattered everywhere.
"Hmm... looking at him like this, I might've gone too far."
With the Hypnosis App in hand, I unleashed dark desires I never even dreamed of. Tyranno's in rough shape.
"Bath before breakfast, then."
We'll soak in warm water together, wash every inch with soft foam, shampoo his hair.
"Tyranno. Wake up, Tyranno. It's already morning. The sun's up. Get up quick."
I shake him gently, but no dice.
"Exhausted beyond belief. Wouldn't wake if I carried him."
Fair enough—squeezed him all night. No protein left in him, not even 0.01mg. But he needs a bath and food. I wake him a bit roughly.
"Ugh... lemme... sleep..."
Hoarse voice. But considering the moans and screams from last night, it's impressive it's not worse. Weak, but Darknis villain stamina holds up. He can take harsher play next time. That thought crosses my mind.
"Heh... who... are you... why... here..."
Still drunk on sleep, Tyranno doesn't recognize me right in front of him. Me, the woman he loves most. The one who took every drop of his dick juice.
"Tyranno."
"Huhu... Chae... Sua... eh... hehe... wha...?"
Sigh. Calm down. Deep breath in... out... in... out... Ah, the lewd dick nectar filling my lungs won't let me settle... That's vaporized cum from Tyranno's dick seeping into me... Thinking that, it's so fucking hot... I shake off the arousal.
"Date me."
"Eh...?"
"I love you."
*Mwah♥* I kiss his lips, pouring all my love into it. The confession kiss tastes sour. Gotta train him to brush better from now on.
"I'll cherish and love you forever. Won't let a single drop of water touch your hands. So date me."
My killer line. Never dated a guy before, but I've heard all the stories. Should be fine. I remember this one: confession's just confirmation. No romantic love starts with one, and sudden ones just creep people out. If you both like each other enough to date, it's sealing that mutual feeling. Tyranno and I love each other, so it's perfect.
But...
"Why that face?"
Tyranno's expression hardens. Like he's heard something utterly unbelievable, the kind of nonsense no one could stomach in a lifetime. Frozen stiff, unmoving.
Why? Even for me, that reaction to a confession stings a bit. Too sudden? Should've showered first?
"Um... loser."
"Not loser—call me Sua."
"Loser... crazy?"