The Result of the Bet (3)
I wanted to keep groping her breasts forever, but it was time to reward Eun-joo, so I figured I could savor them later. I even peeled off her torn stockings. Her pussy was already glistening with arousal. Just the thought of me thrusting into her had her soaking wet. I lined up my cock with her entrance and plunged in with one swift motion. Her inner walls hugged me perfectly as I slid deep inside, enveloping me in the most comforting warmth.
“Ahng... Master... it feels so good.”
I started pistoning my hips. Maybe the other guys she'd been with were pathetic, because as my cock buried itself deep, her pussy clamped down like an unpaved road—tight and gripping.
“Hah... I can feel you, Master.”
After an hour of that blissful blowjob, the urge to cum hit me faster than expected. I'd promised her a reward, but I was already on the edge. Her pussy just felt that good.
“Nngh... fuck... I'm cumming inside.”
“Yes... Master... please fill me up.”
I unleashed a thick load deep into her pussy. The satisfaction washed over me. When I pulled out, Eun-joo looked up at me, got on all fours, and started sucking me clean just like before. Her blowjobs really were pure healing—the more she did it, the more relaxed I felt, and my cock regained its strength.
“Oh... yeah. Let's go again. Lie back down.”
At my command, Eun-joo lay back and spread her pussy open. Even after one round, my cock was at full mast. I thrust back inside her welcoming warmth.
“Ha... ah... Master... I love you.”
Impaled on me, she confessed her love.
“Good. I'm thrilled to have a slave like you, Eun-joo.”
“Yes. I'll do my absolute best.”
I grabbed her breasts and sped up my thrusts. Her body was so soft yet bouncy—touching it never got old.
“Ahng... hm... hng... ahng!”
Moans started spilling from her lips unbidden. Plap! Plap! Plap! I ramped up the pace.
“Haa... ahng... heut... hng... ah...!”
Her mouth gaped wide, her cries growing louder. Her pussy quivered violently, sucking at my cock like a vacuum. She was close. I switched from rapid shallow strokes to deep, powerful ones—pulling out until just the tip remained, then slamming back in balls-deep. The impacts hit harder, more forceful.
Slap! Slap! Her juices splattered everywhere.
“Eungh... Master... it's too intense... ah... go easy... aaah!!”
“Dare you command your master, slave?”
“No... I'm... sorry... ha... aaaah... I'm... cumm... cumming!!!”
The sensation of pounding her through her orgasm was electric. At some point, the hand that had been holding her pussy pulled my neck in, and as she climaxed, she kissed me deeply.
“M-Master... mmmph... mmph...”
I kept hammering away even as we kissed. Her body, lost in ecstasy, shuddered again from the relentless pleasure.
“Squeeze tight, Eun-joo.”
“Y-Yes...!”
She buried her face against my neck and clenched her pussy hard. The harder I thrust, the tighter she gripped me. It was like fucking a vibrator.
“Haaang... hng... it's so tight... I already came... why is my body... like this?”
Her tremors made it feel even more intense. I was losing my grip.
“Cumming again... nngh... fuck.”
Second load. Pure bliss.
“Hng... ahng... M-Master... me... me too... I'm cumming...”
Drained and satisfied, I rolled onto my side. Eun-joo shakily sat up and gave my softening cock a thorough cleaning blowjob. Semen and her own juices coated it, but she didn't hesitate—SSS-class slave material, handling everything without being told.
She then fetched a warm, damp towel from the bathroom and meticulously wiped down my face and body like a massage. My face was smeared with her squirt—eyes, nose, mouth. She cleaned every inch. The soothing sensation lulled me to sleep.
Eun-joo carefully wiped Hyun-su's face. The handsome young man lay there, eyes closed, accepting her care. Once his face was pristine, she moved down to his body. Not overly muscular, but the lithe, youthful form of a 20-year-old was beautiful.
To think... such a young man sees me as a woman...
She was falling for him more and more. She cleaned his abs, gently washed his cock by hand, then massaged and wiped his thighs.
She draped a blanket over him. She wanted to curl up beside him, hold him as she slept—but no such order had come. A slave couldn't just embrace her master like that. No instruction to dress either, so she stayed naked and started tidying the house. Her body ached from exhaustion, but the thought of praise when he woke energized her.
No man could clean like a woman. Kitchen, bathroom, bedroom—she scrubbed every corner. Sweat beaded on her skin by the end, so she showered. Washing her breasts and pussy, each touch reminded her of his hands, sending tingles through her. Hyun-su still slept soundly. Her own body felt spent, like after a brutal workout. She collapsed on the sofa and drifted off.
“Mm...”
I woke up feeling languid and content—the most relaxing sex I'd ever had.
Did Eun-joo leave? I didn't tell her to go... gonna have to punish her... huh?
There, slumped on the dark sofa, was someone sleeping. Eun-joo, naked and exhausted.
I approached, and she stirred awake.
“Master... you're up?”
“Why sleep here like this? No clothes on?”
“Ah... well... you didn't give orders, so... I wanted to sleep beside you, but I thought I needed permission.”
Her loyalty ran deeper than I'd imagined.
“Eun-joo. From now on, sleep beside me even without permission. I allow it.”
“Thank you, Master.”
“Wanna sleep more? I'm still wiped.”
“Yes. Sounds good.”
I kneaded her ample breasts as I dozed off again.
Morning came, and Eun-joo was already up, naked as she prepared breakfast. The sight was insanely sexy.
Gotta buy her an apron at least.
I hugged her from behind, hands predictably on her breasts.
“Whatcha doing?”
“Making breakfast. Saw doenjang in the fridge, so doenjang jjigae.”
“Whoa, smells amazing.”
“Used what was on hand... hope it tastes good. Next time, I'll shop properly.”
“Thanks.”
“It's nothing...”
“Eun-joo. Wanna live here with me?”
“Really?! Thank you!”
She beamed genuinely. Sex with me had reborn her. The old conservative Eun-joo hadn't known true pleasure—now she did, thanks to me. And just like that, I had a live-in slave for the weekends.
The time loop restarted.
Unlike previous weeks, Eun-joo was by my side. She wondered why I skipped school but said nothing. I ate the meals she made, fucked her whenever the mood struck. Sex with her was so comfortable, never got boring.
Thursday rolled around, and I headed to meet Kim Ga-young. She showed me a problem scribbled on paper and told me to solve it. I snatched it and bolted. Curses echoed behind me, but I ignored them.
I tracked down TAs from Korea University, Kose University, and Yeonryeo University, showing them the same problem. Even they struggled. Korea University and Kose University's answers matched; Yeonryeo's differed. I pondered—maybe theirs was right, maybe not. So I hit up Seoang University and Jungkang University TAs too. Final tally: 4-1. Sadly, Yeonryeo was wrong.