Chapter 1. What's the Problem with the Newbie? (7)
Kang-jun spread the rumor just enough to stick. The reason Instructor Four had returned early was part of a training regimen designed to push the team's survival instincts a little further. Thanks to that, the instructor's fearsome reputation only grew among the trainees. In truth, the instructors of each team helped their own squads in ways both direct and indirect — but Instructor Four, they said, was practically desperate to kill them.
The prideful instructor actually enjoyed that kind of notoriety. She craved the kind of awe that came from fear, not the soft kind that came from respect.
"What's so great about a woman who bites a man's cock? Don't you think?"
The instructor shot him a terrifying glare. Of course, her mouth was still lazily sucking on his member. …In all honesty, she wanted nothing more than to bite his dick clean off, but she'd told herself to hold out for just two more weeks, so she was biting back. To be precise, there were barely two weeks left anyway.
"Don't worry. I'll drain every drop before I go."
As he spoke, he used his idle foot to brush against her crotch. He curled his toes, scraped along the slit, then slipped upward to graze the swollen nub. Her breath grew a little hotter. Her eyes, of course, stayed fierce.
Feeling the signal coming, Kang-jun grabbed the back of her head and pressed down. The instructor's eyes widened for a moment, then squeezed shut. Her face flushed as her airway closed. Soon she began to struggle.
Kang-jun poured his seed straight down her throat. With her airway blocked, she gagged and choked violently. It was so intense that even he couldn't hold her still anymore.
The instructor lay face-down, retching. Liquid poured from every orifice on her face. When she finally calmed down enough to glare at him, the look was anything but gentle.
"Fuck, if you pull that shit one more time, I'll really bite it off. Just so you know."
"Then go ahead and bite it."
Kang-jun chuckled. The instructor ground her teeth. She tried to pull her shirt back down, but he stopped her.
"What are you doing? When did I say you could put it back down?"
"…Again?"
"I did the top, so now it's time for the bottom."
Kang-jun smacked her crotch with the sole of his foot. His limp member sprang back to life in an instant. Her eyes looked like they were seeing something impossible — the expression of someone wondering if it was really possible for something to harden that fast right after they'd just finished.
If I manage my mana well, this much is nothing.
With a high enough mana stat, sending three or four women to Hong Kong at once wasn't just talk. In fact, it had become possible after his second awakening.
"Spread your legs."
The instructor hesitated for just a moment, then pulled her pants down. Since she'd already decided to submit, she figured it was better to satisfy him quickly and be done with it.
Still, thanks to the earlier foreplay, her slit was wetter than last time. He'd be able to thrust right in without any trouble.
— !
The massive member drove all the way in at once. The instructor curled her toes, then uncurled them. Slap, slap — the sound of flesh meeting flesh echoed through the room. She bit down hard, refusing to moan, knowing it would give her away. …Setting that aside, she didn't want to show that she was getting turned on by being forced.
Kang-jun found the sight of her squinting her eyes shut, holding back her moans, absolutely delicious. She still had enough strength left to control her expression, but later, when that faded, he'd get to see her mouth hanging open and her body going limp too.
He let her bite just the tip, then drove all the way in to the base. It was a technique that required considerable experience to pull off. With women like this, it was most effective to hit them hard from the very start and overwhelm them completely.
"S-slow down a little!"
So she still has the energy to talk back.
He already knew her weak spot well, so he shifted his angle and stabbed at it relentlessly. Her reaction changed instantly. The instructor's body twisted violently. She tried to hold it in, but a moan slipped out. Her hands went wild — clutching the sheets, covering her mouth, flailing everywhere.
Kang-jun pushed her over the edge. Her body grew rigid. He came straight inside her, then squeezed her firm breasts with both hands as he savored the afterglow.
Their ragged breathing fell into an uneven rhythm. He pulled his now-limp member out. Semen spilled between her thighs, dripping down.
"Face down."
"…What?"
"I said face down. …Don't tell me you thought that was it?"
Kang-jun's member was already stiffening again, rising slowly. Now she couldn't help but be shocked. That wasn't a human recovery speed. Of course, everyone here had long surpassed the limits of humanity from his Earth days, but there was still a reasonable range. Even accounting for that, this was far beyond anything normal.
"This, this is a bit much…"
"Stop talking nonsense. Get on your face when I say so."
Smack. Kang-jun struck her large breasts hard. Eek. The friction rang out sharply.
"You bastard…"
"Hey, that's my favorite compliment."
The instructor finally got on her hands and knees like a dog. Kang-jun smacked her plump ass again. Ah! She reacted immediately.
"Don't hit me!"
"Then behave."
Before the instructor could open her mouth, Kang-jun shoved his member straight in. Shhhk. Her body jerked forward, then snapped back. Every time he moved his hips, she bounced back and forth. As flesh met flesh, her ass rippled with each thrust.
To hold back her mounting arousal, she covered her eyes with her arms and half-buried her head in the pillow, leaving only her mouth exposed to breathe.
Haa, haa. Her panting grew sweeter than before. Kang-jun's hip movements became more subtle. He teased her weak spot and the areas around it, building her arousal gradually. The instructor wanted him to dig deeper there, but the frustrating thing was that it kept darting off to the side. He'd scratch the itchy spot once, then graze the surrounding area two or three times. It felt like she was about to crest over the edge, but she kept falling just short of that delicate line.
Her helpless arms flailed this way and that. She wanted to scream at him to just pound her harder. When he'd first started, he'd stabbed right in like he knew exactly where to go.
The strange, half-finished sensation made her hands keep reaching for her breasts, then pulling away. She wanted to use other stimulation to fill the gap.
"Here we go."
Feeling the time was right, Kang-jun stopped teasing and began to thrust for real. Bang, bang, bang. Yes, right there! Each hard slap built the gauge higher and higher. The line she'd been teetering on had already flown off and punched through the ceiling. Ah, aah. Her hands gripped the pillow.
As the final spurt began, the instructor finally reached her climax. Her vision flashed white for an instant. It was a sensation she'd never experienced before — not even once on Earth.
Kang-jun poured his seed deep inside her again. When he pulled out his now-limp member, the old and new semen mixed and dripped down. He raised his middle finger, slid it into her slit, and scraped and stirred. After a brief spasm, her sensitized nerves felt every motion of his fingers clearly. One finger became two. He aimed straight for the spot and scraped and rubbed it hard.
— !
The descending climax suddenly surged back up. He held her firmly so she wouldn't collapse forward, then shook her arms.
You could tell she'd reached her peak by her clenched anus. It was squeezed so tight it couldn't possibly tighten any further.
After riding the wave down twice, she was completely spent and limp. And Kang-jun climbed on top of her for a third round.
"…Don't tell me, again?"
Kang-jun answered with penetration. This time, with her fully prone, the pressure of being bitten was tremendous. Put another way, the sensation of being scraped from the inside was far more intense than before.
Her body was already so sensitized that even pinching her breast made her crotch tingle — and now he was just shoving in, so she had no way to endure it.
This time she pulled her eyes out and stuffed the pillow tightly around her mouth. She figured she wouldn't be able to hold back her moans on her own anymore. She'd lost track of what was happening to her body. She just let everything go.
She stretched her legs out straight, drawn together like a mermaid, but something was poking and scraping through her inner flesh, and the dissonance felt deeply uncomfortable. And that discomfort only amplified the pleasure. The way he was shoving in made her bladder tingle. Every time he thrust hard, she felt like she might leak a little urine.
In truth, this was a technique that required a high level of skill. If you miscalculated the depth even slightly, the member would slip out repeatedly, forcing you to reposition and push back in — a tedious process. But if you thrust too shallowly, the other person wouldn't get much enjoyment either, so it demanded exquisite technique. …Of course, for a well-worn Kang-jun, it was nothing difficult at all.
Hnnngh. With her mouth stuffed and breathing only through her nose, her moans backed up and leaked out as nasal sounds without her realizing it. Kang-jun, on the other hand, got turned on by that. Naturally, his thrusts grew harder, and the harder they got, the louder the nasal sounds became. They fed each other, growing louder and more intense with every cycle.
Eventually, Kang-jun came inside her once more. This time, he felt a bit worn out too. Of course, he could have kept going if asked, but the morning session was plenty. He could squeeze out a couple more rounds after dinner in the afternoon.
"Hnnn, hnnn."
The instructor looked pretty exhausted too. He released his grip and smacked her ass with his palm. She twitched once, then gave no further reaction.
"That's it for the morning. I'll be back later. Take a shower and wait for me — or whatever, figure it out yourself."
Still no response. She was still panting, trying to cool down her body that had been overwhelmed by arousal.
Kang-jun roughly wiped his lower half with something towel-like and pulled on his pants. It still smelled a bit, but what could he do? That was the price of pleasure.
When he returned to the lodging, the Japanese woman who'd been lounging on the bed caught the scent immediately. She came over and whispered in his ear.
"If you say the word, I can take it out anytime…"
"We've got the competition tomorrow. You should rest when you can."
Kang-jun ignored her suggestive gaze. He'd have to fuck the instructor again in the afternoon, so there was no point wasting stamina here. Besides, the instructor actually felt better than the Japanese woman.
He went to the shower and washed his body with cold water. His mind cleared instantly. It felt like his tangled thoughts were being sorted out.
His eyes were calmer than ever before.