Chapter 23
Chapter 23
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 23
Chapter Title: Make the Married Magical Girl Climax! 5
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The softness and scorching heat of her ripe, spread-eagled body enveloped me completely. Her sweet breath seeped into my mouth, mingling with the intoxicating scent of her womanly flesh that I never wanted to stop inhaling.
Crunch!
The dizzying pain of her nails digging into my shoulder was nothing compared to the ecstatic release surging up my spine, coursing through my entire body.
Spurt! Spurt! Spurt!!!
My swollen cock, ready to burst, forced its way past the tightly gripping inner walls, unleashing thick ropes of semen.
Feeling the flood of primal male desire intent on impregnating her, the married woman climaxed in an instant from the forbidden thrill of accepting another man's seed deep inside her—seed that wasn't her husband's.
"Ngh... uuuuugh!!!"
Spluuuurt!!!
I swallowed every bit of her ecstatic cries, as if she refused to let even a drop escape to her husband.
Her slick, pussy walls, glistening with her juices, clenched down on my cock with ferocious intensity, the wrinkled folds rippling like waves as they hugged me tight without a single gap.
Only a woman well-versed in taking a man could provide such mind-melting service. My cock throbbed in delight, pumping out thick, white cum relentlessly like a piston.
Gulp! Gulp! Gulp!
Twitch! Twitch! Twitch!
Each spurt from my tip made her lower belly grow heavy, and she jerked violently, as if pricked by needles, her whole body convulsing.
Anyone watching could tell she was getting creampied—her reactions were that raw and obvious.
[Ah... aaa... ah...]
A pitiful loser's voice echoed faintly in my ringing ears.
Her husband was getting a front-row view of his wife's pathetic state—climaxing in another man's arms, taking his seed.
The Magical Girl who moved with elegant grace against monsters that could topple skyscrapers with a swipe was now reduced to a helpless bitch, utterly ravaged.
"Slurp... slurp... slurp."
"Hah... haa... ah... ah, heup..."
Her tear-glistened green eyes rolled back, whites showing as if melting away.
Drool trickled from her lips as the married woman surrendered her mouth and tongue completely to the male ravaging her to the end.
I sealed her lips, denying her even a breath, deep-kissing her sloppily while relentlessly dumping cum into the depths of her womb.
Gulp... gluuurk... gulp...
Once I'd drained the last drop into the married woman climaxing in my arms, her body finally went limp, as if her duty was done.
Her hands, clawing my shoulders raw, fell away like a puppet with cut strings, dangling pathetically in the air like torn surrender flags.
Her legs, wrapped tight to trap every sperm, slackened and spread, sprawling across the soaked bedsheets stained with every fluid imaginable.
Psssh! Splurt... psst! Splurt!
Even unconscious from her orgasm, her pussy squirted like it was vomiting a tidal wave.
She drenched the sheets, forming puddles, before collapsing in exhaustion in another man's embrace.
"Mmwah... sluuuurp... smack... haa... uuu..."
The floral owner's sweet flower scent was so intoxicating I wanted to keep sucking it in forever, but my lungs burned, forcing me to break the kiss with regret.
A thick strand of saliva stretched between our lips before snapping, trickling down her chin.
I released the back of the Magical Girl's head I'd been pressing down. Her unsupported neck lolled sideways, as if her head might roll off.
I panted, staring blankly at her face—eyes rolled back, passed out.
"Heh... heuk... ah... ah... ngh..."
Her red tongue lolled out, coated in thick drool, as she let out eerie moans. The married woman's disheveled, bewitching form was utterly depraved.
Brown hair stuck to her pale skin like spiderwebs, her face melted in pleasure she'd never shown her husband. Satisfaction welled up inside me.
That's why, without thinking...
My gaze drifted to her husband, watching through the phone screen.
[Ah......]
Our eyes met across the screen, and he flinched like he'd been caught red-handed.
I realized it was time to return his bitch to the pathetic loser who'd watched it all.
I slowly pulled my cock out from the deepest part of the twitching Magical Girl, her head still tilted aside.
Squelch.
"Heuk...!"
A lewd, sticky sound trailed my cock, like her pussy hated to let go, mixed with her melted, sweet cries.
The sight of my cum-and-juice-slick shaft sliding out from between his wife's drenched pussy lips was broadcast straight to her husband.
Call it punishment for their desperate selfishness.
I fully released her body. Without support, she flopped backward onto the slick bedsheets, splaying out.
Twitch! Twitch! Twitch!
Aftershocks of climax made her writhe like a corpse in rigor mortis—or a slutty dance threatening to reignite my lust.
Sweat beaded on her heaving breasts like glass pearls, trickling down. Bite marks dotted her skin, screaming decadence.
Her frog-spread legs left her crotch gaping, pussy lips glossy with juices. My cum gushed out in thick spurts, staining the sheets further.
'Ah... did I go too far?'
Seeing the heavy white globs oozing from her gaping mound, unable to close, a twinge of guilt hit me.
Even in the heat of making her cum, I could've pulled out—but lust overrode me, and I went berserk.
"Sorry's sorry, but business is business."
Muttering to shake off the guilt like a mantra, I slammed my foot down on the convulsing bitch's pussy.
Squish!
"Hngh?!"
I felt her ultra-sensitive clit under my sole and ground it, forcing the passed-out woman awake.
"Get up. You planning to sprawl there forever?"
"Ah... ahh..."
Her limbs trembled like she'd lost to a monster. Pitifully, she struggled upright.
Han Min-jeong's body had no strength left; she teetered forward. I decided to help a little.
I yanked her sweat-matted hair, forcing her head up to stare at the blood trickling from my shoulder.
"The blood you wanted so bad. Open those eyes wide."
"Ah... ah...? Ah... aaa... ah?"
Her pleasure-hazed, tear-filled green eyes trembled in horror at the forbidden sight.
Choked moans spilled from her slack mouth. She shook, wanting to flee, but couldn't tear her gaze from the fresh red blood.
Soon, focus returned to her dazed eyes, sharpening with reason.
"Ah...?"
She uttered a hollow sound, like waking from a dream, meeting my eyes without trembling.
"Ihyeon... sii...? Huh? Wha—?"
"Working?"
I let go of her hair. Unable to hold her head up, she toppled forward into my chest.
"Kyaa?! W-wait. Ngh! Why... why so weak...! Ack?!"
Face buried in my chest, Han Min-jeong flailed to escape, but her post-orgasm limpness only made her cling tighter with every struggle.
I wanted to savor her rapturous body longer, but after that full-throttle pounding, deep fatigue and vague self-loathing crashed in.
I shoved her off onto the bed and flopped back myself.
'Ah... I miss Noona...'
Staring blankly at the gaudy hotel ceiling, I ached for my love.
The woman who hunched like a shrimp from insecurity, giggling goofily—but just being near her eased my heart. I yearned for her desperately.
"Ack...! Ihyeon-ssi! Wh-what did you do?! My legs... how long did you go...! Huh...? Ah...? Y-you?! Still on video call?! D-don't look!"
Han Min-jeong thrashed to sit up, then screamed upon noticing her husband still watching via phone.
[D-dear...]
"W-wait! No! Honey, this is...!"
I let their panicked excuses lull me like a lullaby as sleep overtook me.