Chapter 211: Drinking Party (4)
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 211: Drinking Party (4)
Ugh… I feel like I’m going to throw up.
This is the first time I’ve drunk this much since coming to this world.
Actually, I didn’t even enjoy drinking in my previous world.
When I was first stationed at my unit, Captain Kim forced me to drink. I ended up getting hammered, caused a massive scene, and got sent to the stockade. After that, I barely touched the stuff.
I wasn’t even an adult back then.
That damn bastard Captain Kim dodged all responsibility, claiming he had no idea what happened. I ended up suffering for a whole year for "undermining military discipline" on top of "underage drinking."
But in the end, am I the final winner?
I smirk as I look around at the people who have passed out.
Jeong Sae-bom is fast asleep on the tatami floor in a completely defenseless posture, and Haruka’s head keeps nodding as she tries—and fails—to keep it upright.
Han So-ye has curled her voluptuous body onto her side, breathing softly in her sleep.
She’s sleeping with her hands pressed together against her cheek as if in prayer. Because she’s lying on her side, the sharp curve of her hips and the way her breasts spill over are enough to get any man worked up.
Come to think of it, I didn't get a chance to talk to Han So-ye.
I was planning to offer her some comfort since she’s been struggling with an unhappy marriage, but everyone enjoyed the drinks a bit too much.
Well, they looked like they were having fun, so I guess it’s fine.
“You have a high tolerance, Yeon-woo.”
Ah, I guess I’m not the final winner after all.
Chizuru, who is quite tipsy but far from wasted, strikes up a conversation with a smile.
Her black bob, parted to one side, and the beauty mark under her eye with its long lashes make her look even more alluring.
And this woman really knows how to party.
If she were a man, she’d be the type to hit the clubs and enjoy picking up women.
She’s a smooth talker and has been subtly flirtatious throughout the night.
She naturally guided me to the seat next to her, touched me "accidentally" quite often, and made sure to keep me included in the conversation, giving the impression she was looking out for me.
Yeah, basically, she’s saying she wants to eat me up.
Thank you very much.
I lock eyes with her—eyes that clearly broadcast her intentions—and give her a thin smile.
“Why? What’s so funny?”
“You’re pretty.”
“Haha—did you fall for me? Thanks. You’re pretty too, Yeon-woo.”
Chizuru giggles and tilts her glass.
You really do have a high tolerance.
I played the games with gritted teeth just to avoid the penalty drinks.
I didn't care if they said I couldn't read the room or that I was boring. To survive among these heavy drinkers, I had to drink as little as possible, and as a result, I managed to stay sober until everyone else collapsed.
The others, however, seemed to lose on purpose just to get more penalty drinks, gulping down that huge platter of booze.
Even excluding the penalty drinks, they consumed a staggering amount, yet Chizuru is only slightly buzzed.
She shifts her posture as if uncomfortable, subtly pressing her shoulder against mine.
Her body heat, elevated by the alcohol, flows into me through my shoulder.
“Is that story really true?”
Chizuru continues the conversation, asking about an anecdote from my time in Korea.
She reacts well even to trivial stories and skillfully leads the conversation so there are no awkward silences.
Occasionally, she laughs loudly and playfully slaps my thigh. As this repeats, the hand hitting my thigh lingers longer and feels more suggestive.
Thump—
Haruka, who had been struggling to stay upright, finally slams her head onto the table and falls asleep. We both jump in surprise for a moment before looking at each other and laughing.
“Now it’s just the two of us.”
Stroking my thigh as if petting it, she pours me a drink and suggests a toast.
She’s completely in heat.
I meet her lust-filled eyes as we each take a shot.
Slide— slide—
The hand stroking my thigh becomes increasingly bold, her fingers tracing soft circles and tickling me.
When I grab her wrist to stop her, Chizuru smiles innocently.
“Ah, sorry. Was I being too forward? You remind me of my younger brother, so I guess I got a bit too comfortable without realizing it.”
Don't lie to me.
It’s even weirder to knead your biological brother’s thigh like dough.
“So you have a younger brother?”
“Yes, Keita. He’s two years younger than me. He’s very affectionate and spoiled with his big sister.”
“Like this?”
I pull her hand and place it on my cock.
Her eyes widen for a split second in surprise, but soon her gaze turns sultry, and she begins to stroke my cock just as she did my thigh.
“You’re even more of a spoiled baby than Keita, Yeon-woo.”
Smiling as she strokes my cock through my pants, Chizuru soon senses something strange and looks down at my crotch.
She fumbles with it, squeezing to measure the size, then looks up at me with dazed eyes.
“Is this… a gun…?”
The exact same reaction as Mei.
“Check for yourself.”
As I whisper into her ear, Chizuru’s shoulders tremble slightly as she slowly moves her hand.
Her slender fingers carefully pull my cock out from its confinement in my pants.
As my cock, which had been trapped in that cramped space, throbs and springs upward, Chizuru stares at it with her mouth agape.
“What on earth is…”
Her dazed eyes soon begin to burn with lust. Swallowing hard, Chizuru looks up at me.
Her eyes are filled with the fear that I might reject her.
Overwhelmed by greed and sexual desire because she wants this cock so badly, the composed aura she had maintained until now vanishes, replaced by a desperate longing.
“Noona, touch my cock.”
When I lean in as if to kiss her and whisper those words, Chizuru takes a deep breath and immediately grips it.
“Haa… it’s so hot… I feel like I’m going to get burned.”
Despite saying she’ll get burned, Chizuru diligently strokes it, creating even more friction heat.
My flushed cock is toyed with at her whim, and her incredibly soft fingers tighten their grip.
Breathing heavily while jerking me off, Chizuru leans down and brings her face close to it.
“Itadakimasu~”
With a small chuckle, Chizuru sticks out her long tongue and swallows my cock whole.
Her tongue, slick with saliva, wraps around it, and her warm mouth creates a vacuum, sucking hard.
I enjoy the rough, stimulating blowjob while kneading her firm breasts.
Though they’re still covered by her clothes, her breasts, sagging downward due to gravity, are crushed in my hands.
Chizuru pulls her top up to her chest as if telling me to touch her bare skin.
Her white breasts, freed from her bra, sway like fruit hanging from a tree. I pinch the protruding nipples at the bottom, playing with them like toys.
“Hmph, slurp— hng, gulp— chuu— haaah…”
Letting out faint moans, Chizuru focuses entirely on savoring my cock.
She grips the base to steady it and moves her head vigorously, squeezing my cock with all her might.
Her other hand, which had been fumbling with my thigh, moves behind me and firmly grips my butt.
Not wanting to be outdone, I grab and squeeze her high-perched buttocks. Chizuru stops moving and lets out a slender, high-pitched moan.
“Phew— why are you so good at this? I almost came just now.”
Liar.
I know she’s much better at foreplay than the passive men in this world, but there’s no way she’d reach a climax from just that.
Habitually praising men to lead them on, Chizuru looks up at my face while continuously stroking my cock with her hand.
“Aren’t you going to say itadakimasu with your other mouth?”
“Puhuhu— ah, seriously. Where did such a lewd man come from?”
“Do you hate that I’m lewd?”
“No, I love it. I love it so much.”
Chizuru smiles and pushes my body back.
After laying me down, Chizuru takes off the top she had bunched up at her chest and climbs on top of me.
As she raises her arms, her breasts, which draw a graceful curve above her slender waist, are thrust forward boastfully. Unable to resist, I grab and toy with them.
“Mmmgh… no, you’re so impatient… hng, ahh…”
As I knead her breasts like dough, Chizuru gets worked up, sheds her underwear, and aligns her pussy with my cock.
Just before insertion, she glances at the others who have passed out, swallows hard, and looks down at my cock.
“This is my first time with something like this… will it even fit?”
Instead of answering, I shift my hips slightly and poke the tip of my glans against her entrance.
Even though only the tip entered for a moment, Chizuru lets out a desperate moan, her body twitching, before she slowly begins to swallow my cock.
Her wet entrance stretches wide as my cock sinks into her pussy.
Chizuru’s eyes widen as she slowly devours it, as if savoring the taste.
“Ahhh… hng… my insides are being forced open… ah, mmm… it’s not just filling me up, it’s forcing its way… hng, haah…!”
Or maybe not? Is she not savoring it, but rather unable to swallow it quickly because of the sheer pleasure?
To help her out, I thrust my hips upward powerfully.
“Aaaah! Ahhhuhuhu… ugh, hng…”
Being impaled all at once, Chizuru can do nothing but moan.
“Ugh, hah, haaaah! Hng…! It’s stretching, it’s stretching, no, ah! Ah!”
I grip her breasts tightly to support her and continue to thrust my hips. Chizuru flails her body in pleasure, helplessly taking my cock.
Her pussy is surprisingly tight for someone who seems experienced. As I plunge into her, hot vaginal fluids pour out.
Should I call this an advantage?
Since other men are mostly unable to get proper erections and are pathetic in size, even an experienced pussy remains tight and snug.
Except for that Pink Head when I was caught by Millionface, I’ve never seen a loose pussy.
Satisfied with the vaginal walls clinging tightly to me, I vigorously work my hips.
There is a woman here.
Her married life was a misfortune.
Her husband had an affair and hates her.
Seeing her husband show signs of disgust just by looking at her face, let alone having sex, there was nothing she could do.
What should she do to make her family happy again?
She was always deep in thought about this, but right now, none of that mattered.
“Haaaah! Hng! Ugh, aaaaah…!”
A woman screaming like an animal and a man vigorously working his hips.
Han So-ye’s mind went blank at the live porn unfolding before her eyes.
No matter how much sexual desire young people have, to have such graphic sex in a place where everyone else is present…
While thinking it was incredibly reckless, Han So-ye couldn't take her eyes off the two animals having sex.
Just how good must it feel to make her scream like that?
With a slackened face and a limp body that still kept her hips moving until the end, Chizuru, impaled by Han Jeong-woo’s cock, seemed to crave him as if she had lost her mind.
Seeing Chizuru trembling in the throes of a climax made Han So-ye feel incredibly envious and jealous.
‘Eh…? Jealousy…?’
While Han So-ye was flustered by this unexpected emotion, Han Jeong-woo caught the collapsing Chizuru and placed her on the table.
Placed among the food, Chizuru still had her tongue out, completely out of it, and Han Jeong-woo grabbed his massive cock and aligned it with her crotch.
Seeing his cock, Han So-ye was so shocked she almost stood up.
A thick, massive cock that didn't seem human.
With veins bulging menacingly and a grand shape curving toward the sky, Han So-ye swallowed hard at the sight of the cock that made her pussy throb just by looking at it.
His cock enters Chizuru’s pussy.
She wondered if that could even fit, but it slid right in, and Chizuru let out a scream like a death rattle, falling deep into pleasure.
As he pounded her so hard the sturdy table shook, Han So-ye’s panties began to get wet even though she wasn't the one doing it.
She instinctively squeezed her thighs together at her itching pussy, struggling to contain the boiling excitement.
And there was another woman here.
The woman who had banged her head on the table because she was dizzy from the alcohol was pretending to be unconscious out of embarrassment.
She kept her eyes closed, but Han Jeong-woo’s stories were more interesting than expected, and as time passed, her mind became clearer.
But then the atmosphere turned strange, and Han Jeong-woo and Chizuru started having sex.
Haruka had been with Chizuru for years, but she had never seen her look so disheveled.
Placed on the table, Chizuru was simply being impaled by Han Jeong-woo’s cock with a slovenly expression.
It wasn't a pretty sight, but just how magnificent must Han Jeong-woo’s cock be to make her make that face?
Looking at Chizuru’s face as she drowned in pleasure and the way the table shook every time Han Jeong-woo thrust his hips, she even felt as if she were the one being pounded.
Feeling her panties gradually becoming damp, Haruka secretly touched her crotch with her fingers under the table.
And finally, there was one more woman.
The woman who had passed out from the alcohol was the last to wake up due to the noise.
Her mind was groggy, so she didn't know what was happening and watched for a long time. Even after she came to her senses, she couldn't understand the situation.
Han Jeong-woo was pounding Chizuru on the table, and Haruka was masturbating under the table.
Han So-ye, who couldn't hide her body, was voyeuristically watching the two have sex while squirming her thighs.
“… …”
Jeong Sae-bom didn't understand the situation, but Chizuru’s animalistic moans reached her ears clearly.
And she remembered what Go Ha-ram had said about Han Jeong-woo’s cock.
‘Really…?’
At Chizuru’s moans, which sounded like a mix of pleasure and pain, Jeong Sae-bom swallowed hard.
Han Jeong-woo, who had been working his hips vigorously over the dazed Chizuru, pulled his cock out.
‘It really is.’
When a cock the size of a forearm was pulled out of Chizuru’s crotch, Jeong Sae-bom squeezed her eyes shut in shock.
Her heart pounded at the sight of the terrifyingly large cock.
Gulp, gulp, gulp.
When Han Jeong-woo placed his cock against Chizuru’s mouth—her tongue still lolling out—and ejaculated, Chizuru instinctively bit down and swallowed even though she had lost consciousness.
And listening to the sound of her swallowing his semen, the other women swallowed their own saliva as well.