Han Yeri's Past

Han Yeri's pussy was scorching hot.

I could feel every single fold of her walls as they clenched tight around me, determined to wring out every last drop of my semen. It was more than enough to snatch my mind away completely.

"Haaah…! It feels so good!"

Han Yeri straddled my body, rubbing both of my nipples with her hands as she spoke.

"I… I'm gonna cum…!"

Pussy below, nipples above—being toyed with from both ends at once, I could barely hold on to my sanity. I'd only just finished cumming not long ago, so my hypersensitive body was already teetering on the edge of orgasm less than a minute after she'd taken me inside her.

"You dare cum already?! I'll milk you dry until you're dead, so hold it in somehow, you fucking whore!"

"Ugh…! Then… please stop for a second…"

I mumbled the plea to her in a begging voice.

It was a sincere request. I figured if I asked like that, she might at least slow down a little—but instead, it only seemed to crank her sadistic streak up even higher.

Haaah… This whore really is a natural-born cock sleeve, isn't he? Looking at me with that filthy, turned-on face while begging like that… of course it makes me want to torment him even more!

Thinking that to herself, Han Yeri only sped up the way she bounced up and down on me.

"Hngh…!? Wait…! I'm really gonna c—!"

"Haaah… haaah… Shut the fuck up, you whore! If you cum before I do, you're dead, you hear me?"

She clamped her left hand over my mouth and started pistoning even harder and faster.

Her flushed red cheeks, the drool slipping from her lips in her excitement, the ragged breaths she was taking—putting all those clues together, Han Yeri looked like she was right on the verge of climax herself.

The problem was… I didn't think I could last even one more second.

"Mmph…! Mmmph!!"

Against my will, my eyes rolled back and every ounce of strength drained from my body.

Then came the extreme rush of pleasure—

That was it. I'd ended up cumming after all.

My white cock-juice flooded into Han Yeri's pussy without mercy, packing her full.

"Haaah… haaah… I'm sorryyy…"

Despite all her continuous warnings, I'd still finished first.

Considering the insane things Han Yeri had already done, she might really squeeze me right up to the brink of death, just like she'd said she would for cumming early. Pinned beneath her with a face twisted in terror, I teared up and kept apologizing.

The moment I came, Han Yeri's pistoning stopped. She just stared down at me with cold eyes.

"…Huh? Wha—?! What the hell is going on!!?"

Suddenly Han Yeri shrieked and scrambled off me like she was fleeing for her life.

In her blind panic she tumbled off the bed and hit the floor hard, but instead of reacting to the pain she just sat there staring up at me—collapsed and exhausted on the mattress—looking completely bewildered, as if she couldn't make sense of the situation at all.

"Haaah… haaah… This can't be…"

The crushing fatigue after several orgasms left me with no room to care about her sudden change in attitude. Sleep was already dragging me under.

I couldn't fall asleep here.

In a world like this, dozing off in a woman's house meant anything could happen to me and it wouldn't even be strange. More than that reason, though… I didn't want to admit it, but somewhere along the way the feeling that I hadn't been able to satisfy Han Yeri had started to feel like guilt.

I can't just fall asleep like this… I really can't…

I kept trying to ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠force my body up and move, but I simply couldn't. At some point my eyes closed against my will, and in the end… I drifted off.

"Softly… softly…"

"What just happened…?!"

Not long after I fell asleep, Han Yeri regained her senses and started trying to figure out what had gone on.

She clearly remembered helping a man who was being raped—but after that, she had no idea what had taken place.

This wasn't the first time Han Yeri had experienced something like this.

Back when she was nine years old, she'd once played a game of showing private parts with a boy.

That boy had lived next door to her.

Adults always said boys and girls should play separately, but the two of them shared the same interests and played the same games, so they would sneak off to hang out together behind ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠their parents' backs.

One ordinary day while they were happily gaming like usual, the boy suddenly asked a completely out-of-the-blue question.

"Hey, so you really don't have a wiener?"

At the time she didn't even know what a wiener was.

Hearing a question like that in an age when she had zero knowledge about sex, she paused the game she'd been focused on and asked the boy,

"Huh? What's a wiener?"

When she asked, the boy pointed between his legs and told her,

"What else? The long thing that hangs here."

"A long thing? I don't have anything like that."

At her answer the boy's eyes went round like he'd just discovered something amazing, and he kept going.

"So what my friends said was true? That girls don't have wieners hanging off them?"

He thought hard for a moment, then seemed to make up his mind, nodding once before continuing.

"Hey, can you show me your wiener… wait, not a wiener, right? Whatever you've got down there? I'll show you mine too."

With that the boy pulled down his pants… and her memory cut off right there.

The next thing she remembered was the boy lying on the floor beneath her, crying, while sticky white liquid dripped from between her own legs.

"…Hah?! When did I fall asleep?"

I jolted awake and frantically looked around.

What kind of harm had Han Yeri done to me while I was out cold?

The anxious thoughts kept rising and flooding in.

But there wasn't a single mark of harm on my body. On top of that, I realized a blanket that hadn't been there before was now covering me.

What? Did Han Yeri cover ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠me up? Wait, why would she even…?

While my thoughts were still a mess, I heard my phone ringing from where it had fallen on the floor.

Is that… an alarm related to a quest?

I got out of bed and walked over to check my phone.

Once my whole body was free of the blanket, I discovered I was wearing a set of pajamas that were a little too small for me.

Apparently Han Yeri had covered me with a blanket and even dressed me… but I had no idea what her intentions were, and that alone sent a chill down my spine.

When I turned the phone on, several ad texts were waiting, along with one message from Sunaestagram.

I hurriedly opened it and checked the contents.

How was I supposed to define the emotions I was feeling right now?

Rage? Absurdity?

At least five different kinds of fucked-up feelings hit me all at once.

Getting back to my original world had been my number-one goal, but right now the urge to beat the living shit out of this God of Pure Love bastard was even stronger than that.

Fuck, if I'd known that was the standard I would've slammed the button on the watch the cops gave me the second she put it in!! Do you have any idea how fucking miserable it was getting fucked by that bitch Han Yeri…

I'd been forced to lick her pussy while she cursed me out, and then I'd ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠been pinned underneath her, not even allowed to cum when I wanted. In the sex with Han Yeri I'd literally been nothing more than a tool for her to work off her lust—nothing more, nothing less.

And yet… and yet why…

Why does it feel like I was actually enjoying it so much?!

My face burned red.

So being forced like that was my kink?

Absolutely not!!

I, Kim Taeyang, had always been a real man among men—a hung stud who crushed women beneath me and pounded them like a beast with my thick cock.

And yet… that same me was whimpering under a woman… even begging her to give me her pussy? That was something that could never, ever happen!

Yeah, fuck it, it was all a dream! I didn't get fucked by Han Yeri—I just pounded her so hard she ran away! Yeah, that's definitely it!

Thinking that, I looked back at my phone.

It said if I click the Home button there'd be a button to unlock the skill, right?

I pressed the Home button next to the currently selected speech-bubble button.

When I did, the words View Target Information appeared at the top where nothing had been before, and right beside it was a button labeled Skill Unlocked.

View Target Information? Does that mean I can see Han Yeri's status too? Status as in health status?

Pushing my jumbled thoughts aside, I hit the Skill Unlocked button.

Instantly a profile photo of Han Yeri and a block of text about her appeared on the phone.

Ah, so that's why she snapped back to normal the second I came inside her pussy?

I wasn't even surprised anymore.

So many ridiculous things had already happened that a personality swap at peak lust barely registered as noteworthy.

But… thinking it over carefully again…

That means… everything that happened wasn't a dream—it actually happened, doesn't it?!

I'd known it deep down, but I'd been desperately trying to look away and claim a mental victory. Now it had become absolute certainty.

The memory of myself just moments ago begging for her pussy, pleading for her to fuck me once, came flooding back, and a crushing wave of shame slammed into me.

"Aaaagh! Fuck! Have I lost my goddamn mind?!"

In the end I screamed and stomped the floor over and over.

Had I—me, a man among men—really done that kind of shit?

There was no more room left for mental gymnastics, so I just tried to accept reality.

"Ha… haha… fuck…"

While I was still sunk deep in post-nut clarity—

Knock knock—

Creeeak—

"A-are you awake…?"

The door opened and Han Yeri poked her head in as she spoke.

The same Han Yeri who had just milked me dry.

"Kyaaah?!"

I shrieked like a little girl and scrambled back onto the bed in pure panic…