Chapter 25
Chapter 25
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 25
Chapter Title: Freshman Bomber (7)
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“Ahhh! Aaack!”
Squelch, squelch.
Park Won-jun had finally succeeded in shoving his cock into Song Hyun-ah's pussy, and now he was pounding away at her roughly.
Every time his dick plunged in, Hyun-ah's face twisted in the most artistic way, which got Won-jun even more excited as he fucked her with abandon.
After just a few thrusts back and forth, Hyun-ah's resistance weakened more than he'd expected.
With alcohol in the mix, unless a woman had unusually strong willpower, the moment a massive cock like his forced its way inside, she'd inevitably compromise—just hoping it hurt less, that it'd end quickly.
She knew deep down there was no escaping it anyway.
“It hurts! Aaaah! It hurts!”
“Feels too damn good.”
Won-jun relished thrusting into the beauty's pussy.
Among all the women he'd fucked so far, she was the tightest.
But her face was stunning, and her reactions were great, making her well worth the conquest.
Hmm, looking at it like this.
Won-jun checked out Hyun-ah's pussy where his cock was buried inside.
No hair in sight.
Had she shaved? Or did it just not grow there naturally?
Either way, popping his first bald pussy felt extra special.
“You're getting wetter? So even you were enjoying it deep down, huh, Hyun-ah, despite pretending otherwise?”
“Aang! No! Hngh!”
“So cute.”
Won-jun kissed Hyun-ah as she writhed beneath him, while he leisurely kept thrusting.
“Hoo, Hyun-ah, I'm about to cum.”
He was starting to feel the buildup and prepared to finish.
“Aang! Haaang!”
Won-jun grabbed her legs, lifted them slightly, and shifted to pounding down from above.
This position—thrusting deep and creampie-ing—was his personal favorite.
Squelch, squelch.
Perfect.
Won-jun wore a satisfied grin as he felt his semen draining out.
With how good it felt, he'd probably shot a massive load.
Filling the womb of the Lion University Dance Department shorts goddess with countless spurts of his cum—what a peak male moment.
“Inside...”
“That was amazing, Hyun-ah.”
Hyun-ah, who'd been fucked so senseless she couldn't even think about condoms, realized she'd just been creampied.
A gentle, capable, handsome 23-year-old senior.
A man who turned into a beast when drunk.
A scumbag who raped women by force.
Hyun-ah still couldn't figure out Won-jun's true nature.
But the frustration and emptiness of losing her virginity so easily, the pain rising from her lower belly—these were undeniable reality.
Getting tangled with a guy who only wanted her body, giving in, getting seeded, then discarded—that was a woman's ultimate nightmare.
Beyond the physical agony, doubts about Won-jun tormented her.
“That was amazing, Hyun-ah.”
“It was my first time...”
“Thanks for giving it to me.”
“I don't know!”
Hyun-ah squeezed her eyes shut.
No matter how sweetly he spoke now, she couldn't trust him anymore.
“Now that it's less painful, wanna go again?”
“Huh?”
Won-jun pulled her into a tight hug.
Then he prepped for round two.
Squelch, squelch.
“Haang! Aaaang!”
“Hoo, nice.”
He rolled her onto her side for sideways pounding.
Taking advantage of his long cock, Won-jun leisurely jabbed all the way to her womb walls while rubbing her clit with his fingers.
Won't get to see her much from now on, probably.
This was a time-attack to fuck as many women as possible.
Unlike before, he couldn't pour too much affection into one girl.
So he'd make every encounter count.
He'd fuck her so thoroughly she'd never forget his cock for the rest of her life.
Even when screwing her future husband someday, she'd remember it.
How would Hyun-ah remember his dick?
Tremble in trauma from the pain? Or masturbate excitedly recalling how it stretched her with its thick, hard girth?
Didn't matter.
As long as it stuck in her memory.
That was a man's love for a woman.
Slap, slap.
“Ahhh! It hurts! Hurts!”
The third round was doggy style.
As expected from a position most women struggled with, Hyun-ah writhed in pain from Won-jun's cock hammering her from behind.
“Eugh.”
Of course, another creampie.
Hyun-ah had no chance to even dump his cum in a toilet—she just kept getting pounded and filled over and over.
All she could rely on was the brief mercy of Won-jun wiping her entrance with toilet paper.
“Stop, please stop, oppa...”
“What can I do when you feel so good? You're seriously sexy.”
“It hurts.”
Faced with Won-jun's inexhaustible stamina, Hyun-ah—who'd only experienced sex for the first time today—was wearing down.
“Kinda disappointing, but how about with your mouth then?”
“Huh?”
Won-jun's bold suggestion.
The fun wasn't over yet.
“If you suck me off, I won't put it in.”
He stuck to the concept he'd used to target her today.
Won-jun dangled the bait again and brought his cock to her lips.
The smell... gonna puke.
Cum, sweat, love juices.
Hyun-ah wrinkled her nose at the mingled stench from Won-jun's dick.
“That's it.”
With a face on the verge of tears, she took his glans into her mouth.
Won-jun reveled in deceiving another beauty.
“Gag! It won't fit.”
“Feels great, why stop?”
“Wuup!”
“Ahh, your mouth feels amazing, Hyun-ah.”
With her small face and not particularly big mouth, there was no way Hyun-ah could properly suck his thick cock.
But Won-jun grabbed her hair anyway and forced it down her throat.
It didn't feel incredible, but the situation was thrilling as hell.
“Wuup ha!”
Won-jun pulled out.
Hyun-ah was right on the edge of puking.
“Wanted you to make me cum with your mouth, but guess it's too much. Sorry.”
He smirked as he said it, prepping to shove it back in.
“Oppa, you said you wouldn't...”
“Mouth didn't work, so gotta use this hole.”
Hyun-ah squeezed her eyes shut, face crumpling in tears.
Fooled by Won-jun again.
Having fucked plenty and gotten blowjobs before, Won-jun had fully expected she couldn't handle it orally.
But who cared? It'd been fun.
“Eugh.”
Sixth ejaculation.
Creampie, naturally.
“Ahh! Inside again...”
“Hoo, love you, Hyun-ah.”
For Hyun-ah, this unforgettable night dragged on.
The best, absolutely the best.
Won-jun was in pure bliss.
How many guys had lusted after Hyun-ah?
Plenty must've had secret crushes. Some probably jerked off to her hot photos, fantasizing.
And now that girl was whimpering as he rammed her pussy raw, sucked his cock, took creampie after creampie.
The ultimate male pleasure!
“Ahem.”
Won-jun noted the persistent "1" unread message.
Since that Sunday when he'd fucked her until her eyes rolled back and she collapsed.
She hadn't been checking her messages properly.
Made sense—when he'd driven her home, her face was still in total shock.
From the morning after sex, Won-jun had been showing her the side of a man mad with lust but genuinely caring.
Apologize for the forceful fucking? Never. Apologizing would frame it as a mistake.
No reason to package it that way himself.
Anyway.
That kind of thing was for guys who wanted serious relationships later. Not for Won-jun.
Click.
“Huh?”
Won-jun grinned brightly.
The sound of the door lock opening.
Only one other person knew the code besides him.
“You're here?”
“Yeah.”
Park Min-ju, back from school, had come to Won-jun's place.
Of course, she'd stopped by her own place first to shower and fix her makeup.
“How's it today?”
“What?”
“Swelling gone down?”
“Seriously, first thing you say?”
Min-ju grumbled.
“Show me quick.”
“Now?”
“Yeah.”
“Ugh, you're impossible.”
Min-ju sighed deeply.
Then, with an embarrassed look, she prepared to take off her skirt.
“Keep the skirt on, just the panties.”
“You pervert!”
Min-ju complained but obeyed perfectly.
She hiked up her skirt and yanked down her panties.
“Whoa.”
Won-jun admired the view inside.
It wasn't super bushy to begin with, but now Min-ju's pussy was neatly waxed.
Just as he'd told her yesterday—she'd gotten a Brazilian wax.
A day later, the swelling had subsided, making it look fantastic.
“Yep, shaved clean looks so pretty.”
“The girl you fucked recently had bush, huh?”
“...”
Busted.
Won-jun laughed like he couldn't help it.
But what was wrong with it? Like a husband spotting a pretty flower outside and bringing it home to his wife.
“How many girls you banging? You getting tested regularly?”
“Of course. You?”
“Duh, all the time. How many partners you think I got?”
Won-jun had no plans to cut back on sex with Min-ju, who was practically living with him, even as he fucked multiple women—so she got way more action than his other partners.
“Eut.”
Won-jun spread Min-ju's pussy with his fingers.
Still the prettiest pussy ever.
“Don't be jealous—your pussy's still number one, Min-ju. Used to be just the taste, but now the looks are perfect too. My perfect slave.”
“Ugh, can you not talk like such a dick?”
Min-ju twitched as her pussy was touched but still called out his crude word choice.
“I'm serious... Why don't you get it?”
Won-jun said while admiring her pussy.
Nothing more frustrating for a man than his love not getting through to a woman. But Won-jun accepted the role of the man responsible for Min-ju.
“Ugh, ah, wait—sorry.”
“Huh?”
Won-jun stopped as his face drew closer to her pussy, then stood up.
He locked eyes with Min-ju, who stood there like a mannequin getting inspected.
Mwah.
“This comes first.”
He kissed her lips, then sat back down.
Mwah.
“Hey! Hey!”
A kiss on his woman's pussy.
Min-ju was mortified, but Won-jun didn't care.
“Let's go out for a fancy dinner tonight—been a while.”
“Whatever.”
“Cute.”
Won-jun pulled his near-live-in girlfriend into a tight embrace.
When he was with Min-ju, "cute" slipped out more than he realized.
[Remaining Black Knight Squadron Members: 20/20]
[Remaining Black Knight Squadron Leader: 1/1]
[Death or Abandonment: Failure]
[Mission Abandoned]
“Humanely speaking, get rid of this thing.”
Park Won-jun chuckled at the mission abandonment notice.
What was the point? He had zero intention of quitting.
This was the 30th floor of Busan's Black Tower.
After splitting time between Seoul and Busan for so long, Won-jun had finally climbed to floor 30 here too.
“...”
Won-jun smirked at a random thought.
It'd taken quite some time to clear Busan's tower up to 30.
Fortunately, he'd surpassed 30 college girls fucked. Would've been a shame if it'd been less.
Shing.
“Even in Busan, I get to see you lot.”
The Black Knights he met every other day in Seoul's tower.
Time to smash them here too.
Thud! Thud!
Won-jun unleashed his go-to move lately: Finger Magic.
Crack!
A finger-flick, and the knights' armor shattered.
The knights wiped out completely.
Most hunters died here without even leaving a corpse, but for Won-jun, a finger-flick sufficed.
“Don't get cocky?”
Won-jun entered the boss room and eyed the squadron leader lounging arrogantly in a fancy chair, chin propped up.
Thud!
Crack!
The leader's armor crumpled under Won-jun's flick and turned to dust.
200 mana crystals poured out.
Along with armor fragments.
Won-jun was one of the top suppliers of Black Knight armor shards to Korea's Hunter Management Bureau.
Not many could clear floor 30 easily, after all.
“Hmm.”
Seoul and Busan towers—both cleared to 30.
He could clear 30 daily even if he stopped pushing higher.
Mana crystals and material sales alone netted over 50 million won a day.
Park Won-jun, a man earning nearly 20 billion won pre-tax annually.
“...”
But satisfaction? No way.
What he needed was women, women, women.
Pretty ones, ideally famous.
Register as a Special Hunter, gain fame and status, and he'd access even better women.
If I become Korea's top hunter...
The power he'd wield? Unimaginable. Everything would change.
“Oh right.”
Back at his place from the tower, Won-jun remembered.
Special Hunters were national assets. They had to inspire public trust as tower conquerors.
He'd heard they required special cameras to record the clears.
Won-jun, with his martial artist identity.
Martial artists generally disliked showing techniques to outsiders.
“Nah, stupid thought.”
Just a bad habit from the past.
What's wrong with flaunting his power?