Overtime (1)
After roughly tidying up the training ground, Kang Eunyoung stood at the base of the stairs leading from the basement to the upper floor and asked, “Son, why don’t you stay for dinner? It’s been a while.”
In fact, I had no intention of just having dinner—I planned to devour something else too—so I gladly accepted her offer.
“Sure, sounds good to me.”
“Perfect timing. Hyeun’s heading into a dinner dungeon today, so I was going to eat alone. Eating by yourself is just so lonely~.”
“Yeah, I get that.”
Truth be told, over the past six months or so, I’d grown used to eating alone because I didn’t want to see anyone. Still, sharing a meal with Eunyoung noona was an opportunity I had zero reason to turn down.
I’d burned through a ton of points buying that mithril greatsword recently, so for the foreseeable future, I needed to focus on stockpiling them. In our last fight, I’d come that close to dying. I’d scraped together every last point I had just to recover my inner energy and barely scraped by, but no denying it—that had been a razor-thin escape.
If I hadn’t used those final scraps of points to restore my energy right then, I wouldn’t have ended well in the final clash. If I’d just fucked a bit more diligently beforehand and kept 200 or 300 points in reserve, I could’ve handled it way more smoothly.
So for a while, sparring aside, I planned to kick point-gathering into overdrive. Seizing every chance for sex to rack up awakening points—that had taken on even greater meaning after last summer’s vacation, when I’d truly internalized it.
With that in mind, as she started up the basement stairs, I grabbed Eunyoung noona’s breasts from behind.
“What’s for dinner sides?!”
Caught off guard by my sudden move, her body jolted lightly. Her soft mounds swallowed my hands through the full-body tights. Her arms and legs were armored in thick plate, but the rest of her was clad in those movement-friendly tights—and that was what got me hard. At her skill level, she could block incoming attacks with a casual sword swing anyway.
She just hadn’t expected a sneak attack from behind.
“No idea about dinner sides, but for dessert? This’ll do nicely.”
“Ah, son... You’ve got no shame anymore, huh?”
“Why hesitate when I’m touching what’s mine? You said you’re mine now too, Eunyoung noona.”
“I-I did say that, but...”
I couldn’t see her face, but her reaction screamed embarrassment.
“And all through training, your tits kept bouncing in front of me—couldn’t hold back. Full-body tights that show off every curve? Total foul.”
“What’s there to see on a 40-something auntie’s body...”
“Speak for yourself—I’m obsessed.”
I slid my right hand down from kneading her breasts, stroking up from her thigh to her ass.
“Hngh, haaah...”
“If you want it, noona, this could be appetizers instead of dessert.”
“S-Son... Auntie’s a bit right now...”
“And no more ‘auntie.’ From now on, just ‘noona.’”
“Th-That’s so childish, hngh?!”
She wasn’t budging on how she referred to herself, so I squeezed her breast and ass hard. We were officially acknowledged by her daughter now—no way was I letting her keep calling herself an auntie forever.
Today’s top sex goal: get her comfy calling herself “noona.”
“Won’t listen if you don’t say ‘noona.’”
“Hah, haah, haah...”
Eunyoung noona moaned lewdly as I groped her nonstop. Her smooth fabric-clad ass and tits felt incredible. The tough tights were like a barrier, but they didn’t dull the softness much. She had to be feeling my touch just as vividly.
Come to think of it, I’d fucked Hyeun once in a similar getup—gloves and boots on hands and feet, but otherwise stripped down to nothing but tights. That was my experiment to test continuous ejaculation limits through her.
Five loads the day before, then six straight that time—by the last round, getting hard was a real struggle. So I’d tried fucking her in hunter gear for fresh stimulation, and damn, it worked. Hyeun exposed where she needed to be, armored where she didn’t? Hotter than naked, honestly. Reverse bunny suit logic, basically.
Her hunter outfit was modeled after Eunyoung noona’s anyway, so right now, noona was just as tantalizing. Face aside, Hyeun took after her down to bust and hip measurements—only difference was age and weapons.
Lost in those thoughts while obsessively fondling her tits and ass, I finally got the signal from her lips.
“R-Right now, noona’s...”
“...”
“Noona’s sweating a ton right now... Probably smells bad...”
Her silly worry hit me, and laughter burst out reflexively.
“...Pfft.”
“D-Don’t laugh~!”
“How can I not when you’re this cute? Worrying about sweat smell? Hilarious.”
We’d fucked the first time drunk off our asses, reeking of booze and snacks. Fretting over post-workout fresh sweat? Adorably naive.
“And I sweated way more. Ran around two, three times as much as you.”
“Th-That’s different... Guys’ sweat and girls’ sweat...”
Ah, got it. In my old world, men’s sweat was gross to women, but women’s was a major fetish. Fetishes diversified because male libido outpaced female—but here, with women hornier, theirs were stronger and more varied. So guys’ sweat probably had fans here, or at least “not bad” reactions. Women’s sweat? They’d hate sharing it with guys they liked.
That realization only made me crave mixing our sweaty bodies right now. I’d planned light tit-play before dinner sex, but this tangled-sweat fuck would hit harder—instinct screamed it.
“Noona.”
“Yeah...?”
“I love your sweat smell. Could sniff it all day.”
“...Hngh!”
Whispering in her ear, I boldly rubbed her crotch through the tights—her body arched back hard. Gripping the stair railing to steady herself just stoked my sadism.
Today’s score: 68 losses, 2 wins, 1 draw. Pathetic. Before the day ended, I needed 2-3 more overtime wins or I’d feel robbed.
“D-Don’t say weird stuff... Wh-Where’s a guy who likes girls’ sweat smell...?”
Still hesitant? Needed a push. I unbuckled, dropped my jeans.
“Eunyoung noona, look here.”
“...Taekyung?”
She turned cautiously.
“Wh-Why’d you drop your pants? I said I smell bad...”
“Sit.”
“Uh, yeah...?”
“Sit down.”
“O-Okay... Sitting for now...”
My firm tone worked—she glanced around nervously but sat on the stairs. Confirmed her ass planted, I stepped up one stair, closing to perfect height—my crotch level with her face.
“Whoa, whoa, whoaaa...”
My bulging cock straining the panties right in her face—she was plenty aroused.
“Well?”
“Wh-What do you mean, ‘well’...? What answer you fishing for?”
“How’s the smell? Bad?”
“...”
She sniffed cautiously, hesitated, then shook her head slowly.
“N-No... Doesn’t smell...”
“Don’t lie.”
“...”
“No way it doesn’t. Sniff again.”
“W-Wait, Taekyung...”
I tugged her head back in—she panicked.
“Sniff. Smells or not?”
“It s-smells! It does, but...!”
“How much?”
“T-Tons...”
“Hate it?”
“N-No... Of c-course it’s good...”
Dodging at first, but finally the answer I wanted.
“See? I love your sweat smell too.”
“Y-Yeah, got it, so now...”
She moved to suggest heading up—I grabbed her shoulders, sat her back down.
“Sit.”
“T-Taekyung?”
“Stay seated. We’re not done.”
“...”
Firm worked again—she sat after two tries, waiting. No hesitation, I stripped off my last layer, shoving cock and balls in her face.
“Ha, uha, uhaaa...”
My rock-hard dick sprang free—her eyes locked on. Watching her face closely, I gave the next order.
“Suck it.”