First Defeat (3)
Thanks to the prolonged foreplay, Cha Yuri's inner walls had been thoroughly warmed over a long stretch of time. My cock pushed past her entrance, parting the sticky folds as it slid deep into her body.
"Hngguuuh…!!!"
Having become hypersensitive from the chain of orgasms, Cha Yuri climaxed again the instant my cock entered her. Squirting from her urethra soaked me and her lower body, trickling down to pool on her cape below. Her waist desperately fought to suppress the aftershocks of that peak pleasure.
"Cumming again? Yuri really can't beat me even once, can she?"
"Hniyaat…!!"
"Though I do think Yuri crying from total defeat to my cock is utterly adorable."
"…Hiktruuuh!!"
As she let out a moan mixed with denial, Cha Yuri yanked her hat down over her face, hiding it all the way to her chin. She didn't want me seeing her foolish expression from these back-to-back orgasms, no doubt. But I wasn't about to just watch—I snatched away her last line of defense by force.
"Yaat! Yaaat!!"
"Hiding your face ends here. From now on, Yuri has to show me every single moment of her moaning and writhing as I thrust into her—no holding back."
"Haneut! Wh-where's any rule like thaaat!!"
Where? Right here, obviously. She'd been enduring some shame with the thought that at least her embarrassed face was safe. But the moment that oversized hat vanished, Cha Yuri's panic was blatant. She tried covering her face with both hands at the last second, but if I was going to let that slide, I wouldn't have taken the hat in the first place.
With her arms pinned by my hands, she shot me a moan-laced protest that screamed injustice.
"Hngut, ut, ya, yaaat…!!"
Each thrust made her body buck, forcing her to bare the orgasmic face she'd tried hiding behind her palms.
"So cute, Yuri."
"Ha-ut, d-don't, haat, looook…!!"
With her mouth gaping stupidly, she timed her climaxes to my thrusts, shaking her head desperately to hide the sight. Cha Yuri was impossibly lovable like that. It was fascinating, too—after tasting defeat this far, she still had some fight left in her.
"Cumming every time I thrust in… Think you can hold out till I cum?"
"Shut uup…! Who saaid! I-I'm not cumming every thurst…!!"
Her waist twitched weakly with every movement, robbing her denial of any credibility. Watching her desperately try to hold back her orgasms was a small delight of this romp. One moment, her lips clamped in grim determination to endure without peaking. Seconds later, her face twisted in obvious panic as she felt it coming anyway. And soon after, her moaning climax face was the best show around.
She'd die before admitting it, but her futile struggles before inevitably cumming were my favorite spectacle. It felt like I was dominating her emotions entirely.
Her reactions—perfectly syncing physical pleasure with mental thrill—drove my cock to piston even faster. Squelch, squish, squelch.
"Hyaaat…! Hngut, ut! Hwaaaak!!"
Each time my cock cleaved her depths, Cha Yuri savored it right back with her responses. We'd never loosened her up this thoroughly before sex, so her reactions hit several times harder than usual. Plus, after all those failed attempts to hold back, each orgasm made her body bounce wildly from the rebound.
Her pussy, starved for a month, devoured my cock greedily, lavishing endless pleasure on its master without pause. The warm embrace, sticky wetness, and perfect pressure felt so good that soon, the boiling in my groin signaled I was ready to paint her insides with my color.
"Yuri! I'm gonna cum!"
"…Hngyaaat! Hngt, hut, hanyaaaang…!!"
Her response was the same moaning as always, but it didn't matter anymore. On the edge, I slammed my hips into her a few more times. Her body, prepped for my load long ago, clenched harder as my pace quickened—whether from her last mental effort to milk me or her pussy instinctively readying itself, either way.
Didn't care which. I drove my cock and hips deep, and her inescapable depths stretched to their limit around me.
"Haut, haut, haaang, …hngyaaaang!!"
Cha Yuri, frantic to hide her feelings, finally abandoned all pride for this last climax. Watching her face feel every ridge of my cock, I filled her completely with thick white.
Spurt. Spurt. Spurt.
Once I started cumming, my cock kept pulsing, flooding her depths with my seed over and over. Each surge into her womb made her buck and murmur hoarsely.
"How much… are you cumming…."
It twitched about ten times after the first burst before finally stopping—a full week's pent-up lust packed tight inside her.
"Good work, Yuri. Your body's delicious no matter how many times."
"Shut up, you jerk…."
"And the most rewarding to tease, too. You think so, right?"
"You're so cocky…. Next time, I won't lose…."
Her body, having tasted a lifetime's worth of defeat, shivered as it answered.
Awakening Points Acquired +85 (Base 70, Bonus 15)
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By the time the utterly drained Cha Yuri could sit up, we'd stripped off the rest of our clothes and headed to the bathroom together. Most of hers had been peeled off during sex anyway—only her cape remained.
We tossed our bodily-fluid-soaked garments into the laundry magic tool, then the naked pair slipped into the bathroom. Cha Yuri seemed ready to go separately out of lingering shame, but I wasn't missing the chance to see that blush.
Watching her shiver under my touch while washing was entertaining. Pretending to lather body wash, I kneaded her breasts and nipples from behind. Rinsing her off, I aimed the showerhead right at her pussy, observing her climax. It was quite fun.
"Hyaaat…!! D-don't spread it th-there…!!"
Especially when I spread her hole with two fingers to "clean inside" and blasted water directly in—she reacted explosively.
Even just washing made her lose her mind to pleasure again; her overheated body needed more time to cool.
We settled side by side in the steaming tub, me strategically hugging her from behind, groping her freely even there.
"Haa, you… don't you ever get tired…?"
"It's not me—it's your body that never tires me. Like I keep saying, playing with it is pure joy."
"Haa, that's why I said don't say thaaat…."
Grumbling but not stopping my hands—she wasn't hating this at all.
My hands, massaging her waist and thighs, slid to her nipples and crotch. Her body jolted, splashing the tub.
"…Gonna do it again?"
"Just touching. Or does Yuri want more?"
If that's what she craved, I could thrust in again. But she shook her head quietly, firmly refusing.
"…Enough for today. I'm sleeping."
"Really? Kinda disappointing."
"B-but tomorrow… I go in afternoon…."
"Huh?"
"One more in the morning… before checkout…."
"……."
Never expected Cha Yuri to suggest round two first. Surprised by her bold words, I stroked her hair in praise.
"Yuri's gotten so honest."
"…Teasing me?"
"No tease—just praising your growth, purely."
"If that's not teasing, what i—ngut, hngik?!"
My finger slipped into her underwater, splashing the tub again.
"Feels good but say it doesn't, cumming but deny it, peaking but pretend otherwise."
"Hnguut, w-wait…!"
"Saying you're done for today, but your body's already excited for the next round."
"Th-that's 'cause you won't stop touching, Sungcheol… hngiit?!"
Both hands now at her chest and pussy, teasing her clit too—the red-haired mage wailed even sweeter than before.
…I'd planned to quit, tired from the promotion exam, but with the mood this hot, no helping it.
"Yuri."
"Ungut, whaaat…."
"Touching you got me hard again. Let's do one more, just like this?"
"Haa… Knew it'd end up like this…."
She knew me too well yet didn't actively stop me—meaning she was enjoying this too, in her way.
"That okay, Yuri?"
"Do whatever… I don't care either way…."
Scratch the "honest" comment. Cha Yuri was still a shy kid, dishonest with her feelings.
Of course, that was her biggest charm.