Chapter 36
Chapter 36
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 36
Chapter Title: Famous Cheerleader (4)
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Crunch, crunch.
"Mmgh!"
Inside the luxurious hotel room, intense sex was unfolding.
Park Won-jun thrust aggressively into Lee Ji-a's pussy, the one he'd reeled in so eagerly.
No condom in sight—he had no intention of using one.
His method was to muffle her mouth first and pound her senseless with his thick, hard cock.
Feels too damn good.
It was just the beginning, but Won-jun was already more than satisfied.
Sexual satisfaction depended not just on looks, but on so much more.
And right now, the famous cheerleader Lee Ji-a lay beneath him.
Sure, she'd spent her college days playing around with rich students in that little pond, but she was by far the most renowned woman he'd ever bedded.
Her body was lean and toned, honed by her dancing career and constant workouts.
Her slim yet sharply defined thigh muscles were insanely sexy.
And those huge breasts that jiggled even when she lay still—what about them?
"Haa."
Won-jun released her lips.
He pulled Ji-a toward him, adjusting for a new angle to really drive it home.
"Feels good, so damn good, Ji-a."
"Aang! It hurts! Oppa, it hurts! Ahk!"
She claimed it hurt, but seeing her body tremble told Won-jun she was feeling plenty of pleasure too.
A woman taking his cock for the first time was bound to feel pain.
But if she was already like this, pleasure would soon take over.
Alright, let's go with this today.
Forcing himself on her tearful cries and slowly breaking her down was a delicious feast.
But this round was purely about overwhelming her with his exceptional cock and honed skills.
Her background amplified his conquest like nothing else.
"Ow! Ahhk!"
Won-jun gripped Ji-a's heaving breasts as she writhed beneath him.
They were a perfect match for his large hands.
Perfect.
No wonder she'd graced the cover of the country's top sexy magazine.
Her cute scrunched-up face, those massive bouncing tits, her perfectly flared hips.
It was a feast for the eyes.
He vowed never to turn off this magnificent view.
"Aaaah!"
"Hoo."
Won-jun's massive cock buried deep in her pussy.
But in a brief surge of pleasure, he tensed up, making Ji-a yelp in agony.
Driving me crazy.
The perfect woman flopped helplessly under him.
How many men dreamed of her like this?
Not just her followers ogling her feeds.
Baseball drew fans of all ages, so countless men lusted after Ji-a.
At the stadium, on broadcasts.
Boys vowed to grow up strong and claim a woman like that sister.
Young men treated her like a pipe dream, fucking her in their fantasies.
Middle-aged guys wondered if they still had a shot.
Old men regretted not being decades younger.
Any man with a pulse thought like that.
Of course.
And right now, that Lee Ji-a was impaled on Won-jun's cock, out of her mind.
The same woman who'd flaunt her body at the ballpark in a few days.
"Aang! Haaang!"
"Ah, good, gonna cum, Ji-a."
"Oppa! Oppa! Out—outside!"
His thick, hard cock hammered relentlessly, yet Ji-a fretted about creampieing.
She couldn't stop no-condom, but creampie was instinct to block.
"Urk."
Squelch, squelch.
Of course, Won-jun wasn't listening.
He played sweet, doting, even a bit dumb normally.
But in bed, he enforced his will—that was Park Won-jun.
"Haa, haa."
Satisfying sex.
Massive loads filled Ji-a's womb.
No way...
Ji-a was too stunned to speak.
It felt like sex with a half-man, half-beast.
Pain and pleasure she'd never known.
But the creampie snapped her awake.
This guy fucked rough, sure—but cumming inside without permission?
What kind of reckless bastard was he?
"Came a ton."
Won-jun grinned, pleased with his output.
Even the excess spilling from her womb was impressive. He handled her lower body like an object, tilting it to watch it pour out.
"Impossible."
Ji-a covered her mouth.
That much outside—and inside too?
Pregnancy fears hit instinctively.
"I'll clean you up."
Won-jun chuckled, grabbing tissues from the drawer to wipe her pussy and the sheets.
"Why... why inside?"
"'Cause you felt too good, Ji-a."
"Haa."
She sighed at the absurd excuse.
No.
Still buzzed, but the creampie shock ignited survival instincts.
She could forgive a good guy who cherished her, kept promises.
But Ji-a was certain Won-jun wasn't that.
"Oppa."
"Ready?"
"Huh?"
She'd mustered courage for one word, but faltered.
No way.
His cock, swollen like it hadn't cum once.
Throbbing huge, dripping white precum—monstrous.
"Let's go quick."
"W-wait!"
"Love you, Ji-a."
Won-jun pinned her fast, spreading her legs wide.
"Aaaang!"
He plunged into her pussy, now accustomed after round one.
Won-jun couldn't read her mind, but he caught her anger from the creampie.
Crunch, crunch.
"Aang! Aaang! Hurts!"
But conquering an angry woman, pounding away—the pleasure never got old.
He rolled her sideways, thrusting steadily.
One hand pinning her, hips working—her quivering lower body in full view.
Tamer now? She seemed to feel even more pleasure.
My head's going blank.
Ji-a's eyes glazed; she just moaned.
Won-jun tested positions and angles, gauging reactions—yielding results.
Crunch, crunch.
"Haeng! Euaang!"
Her moans animalistic; Won-jun seized the moment.
Good.
A bit more, and she'd cum.
"Euaaaang!"
She arched, howling inhumanly.
Climax signal.
"We match so well."
Won-jun felt his own building; he laid her flat, ready to unload.
Splurt, splurt.
He aimed lower at her chest, spraying cum.
Second load, still massive.
"Aaah..."
Ji-a lingered in ecstasy.
Flushed face, dazed eyes proved it.
But that volume widened them in shock.
"Too good—you're not sleeping tonight, Ji-a."
"Oppa..."
Ji-a eyed his cock.
Already hardening.
Was this guy even human?
Smack!
"Aang!"
Third round.
Won-jun railed her doggy rough, smacking her pretty, plump ass.
"Hurts! Ahk! Oppa! Hurts!"
"Love it, Ji-a!"
After her first orgasm taste, now selfish male pleasure.
Doggy hurt more, but he couldn't resist her perfect curves from behind.
Wasn't the hotel view part of the appeal?
Prone and pounded, Ji-a was peak scenery.
"Gonna cum."
"Ahk! Oppa! Outside! Outside!"
No creampie this time.
Squelch, squelch.
"Urk, too late—already came."
"Haa, seriously..."
Thud.
Creampied from behind, Ji-a collapsed face-first into the pillow, dazed.
Slumped, leaking cum—Won-jun admired fondly.
Fun girl.
Hated creampies, yet positioned well, great reactions.
She enjoyed the sex itself.
Good—she's my type from the start.
Won-jun resolved to keep things good with Lee Ji-a.
"Ji-a, up."
Of course, more to do.
Satisfy with just three rounds with perfection like her? No way.
"..."
"Hm? Awake?"
Next morning.
Ji-a, skewered on Park Won-jun's cock till dawn, opened her eyes.
"Ahk!"
"Easy now."
Agonizing lower belly pain—worse than hangover.
Won-jun knew post-sex woes, stayed calm.
"Perfect timing."
"..."
As naked Ji-a pulled the blanket over herself, Won-jun fetched the small table.
Hotel breakfast spread out.
Diverse menu for morning service.
Clear soup and Japanese egg custard good for hangovers.
Tea too.
"Tasty."
"..."
Ji-a ate, stealing glances at Won-jun.
What was this guy thinking?
Realizing her value as a woman, believing she could aim higher, she'd started looking down on guys around her.
Too used to receiving.
But Won-jun toyed with her like she was at the top of his world.
"Oppa."
"Yeah?"
"Never mind."
His gentle smile silenced her.
What the hell are you thinking?
How did he see her? What did he want?
Just sex-crazed? Ignorant of bodies, cumming inside wildly?
But he fucked too well for that. Huge cock aside.
Still stings.
Ji-a felt the unspeakable ache.
Lower belly and pussy throbbed.
Pain, but pleasure memories too.
Orgasms she'd only heard of—how many? Ten creampies as payment.
Weird.
Like him? Hate him? Messed up.
Not a good guy, but his sweet smile intriguing; too gem-like to lose.
If he treated her like this but doted on others, she'd die jealous.
And.
No one else would give her this sexual thrill.
"Ji-a."
"Yeah? Uh-huh."
"Can I keep texting you?"
"Huh?"
World's sweetest smile from Won-jun.
Not the beast who dragged her here and ravaged; the gentle guy from the event, the car.
"..."
Ji-a nodded silently.
"Thanks—means a lot."
"No need."
What are we? You like me?
She wanted to ask, but held back.
Ask later, he might say he likes her but sorry for being clumsy.
Not now.
Holding possibilities makes fools of us.
"Nyam."
Ji-a cutely scooped egg custard.
Won-jun watched fondly.
Great girl.
Multifaceted fun, top looks and body.
Could enjoy her forever.