Pushing to the Breaking Point
Not long after, Karin's body collapsed onto the bed. Mikoto watched from the side as she crumbled.
"Me too..." Mikoto approached. I spread my arms wide, inviting her in.
"Yeah, come here." I stroked Mikoto as she nestled into my embrace. I'd cum once inside each of them already, but my cock still hadn't softened. I gently kneaded Mikoto's thighs. Without a word, she knew what to do—she wrapped her arms around me softly and climbed on top.
I hadn't held back my orgasm, but fucking Yukiko and Karin had taken quite a while. All that time, Mikoto could only watch, unable to do anything. It was harder than I'd thought to enjoy multiple women at once. With someone as boldly self-promoting as Karin, it was easy to focus on her, but Mikoto wasn't like that. Even without me doing a thing, her pussy was already soaking wet. She must have masturbated while watching me ravage Yukiko and Karin. Or maybe she'd gotten aroused just by pressing her breasts against my back.
"Um... we don't have much time, so just go ahead." My head felt a bit dizzy. Almost reflexively, I stripped off her clothes and caressed her body.
"Haa..." Mikoto's body felt less like a human's and more like a doll's. I lifted her lightly and slowly savored her.
"Nngh..." Very gradually, my cock was sliding into her. It wasn't the first time my dick had entered Mikoto's body, but she still struggled with it. At first, I'd thought it was because she was a virgin, or just not used to sex yet. But now I realized I'd been focusing on the wrong thing.
Even Karin had a hard time taking it. No matter how accustomed Mikoto got, there were clear physical limits. Unless her height and build grew by about 1.5 times, she'd never comfortably accommodate my cock.
"Y-you can go faster. I can endure the pain..." Mikoto tried to act fine, but I couldn't trust her words. I'd never seen her awake after spending the night with her. Yukiko and Karin would heat up and eventually pass out like they'd fainted, but they held out much better than Mikoto. If she collapsed here, the whole rest of the day could be ruined.
"Hnnnggg..." Mikoto shuddered violently. The pressure from my cock was overwhelming. I'd dismissed Karin's claim that it "wasn't something that could fit in a woman's body" as exaggeration, but if Mikoto had said it, I might have agreed.
When fucking Karin, at least I could feel her muscles gripping my cock—firm, like two hands squeezing tight. But with Mikoto, it really felt like I was carving out her insides. Inch by inch, so slowly, my cock pushed into her.
"Haa, ngh, fuu..." Even breathing looked difficult for her. The lower part of her belly was bulging out in the shape of my cock. As it sank deeper into Mikoto, it felt like it was stealing control of her body. When it finally hilted, she stopped breathing altogether.
"Harder... please..."
"Just a bit longer." I lifted her small body slightly. I hooked her legs over my arms and supported her full weight with my body.
"Hii..." Suspended in the air, she let out cute moans every time my cock thrust up into her. It was much slower and gentler than usual, but Mikoto's expression made it even more stimulating. This wasn't the usual flood of pleasure that left her thrashing until she blacked out.
Not intentionally, but at this pace, the thrusts kept her mind teetering right on the edge. Seeing her come to between strokes, locking eyes with me—it was funny, adorable, and a little bittersweet. But Karin and Yukiko were watching us too. I couldn't get too showy.
"Haaaaah!" Unable to hold out any longer, Mikoto came lightly when my cock hit bottom.
"Should we stop?"
"N-no! You need to enjoy it too, Oppa. Faster, harder..."
"You look like you're about to collapse."
Mikoto's face was already at its limit. From experience, once she started climaxing, the intervals between them got shorter and shorter.
"I'm fine! I won't pass out!"
I didn't know what reaction she'd have if I stopped now, so I thrust a little faster than before.
"Hnnniiit..." Mikoto's breathing grew ragged. For several minutes, I fucked her relentlessly while she dangled in the air.
"Ha-ut, Seongha Oppa, hold me. Harder..."
She was clearly trying to hold back, but ignoring her trembling voice wasn't easy. The speed of my cock plunging in and out picked up. Each stab drew adorable moans from her. Soon, her broken gasps filled the bed. She climaxed limply, her body drenched in my cum.
As I'd feared, Mikoto slumped over, completely spent.
"Knew it..."
"No need to worry, Master. You weren't too rough with her, so she'll wake up in a few minutes." Yukiko spoke in her usual matter-of-fact tone, as if Mikoto collapsing was entirely expected.
"Yeah, probably... Was coming here the plan all along?"
"Of course."
I hadn't planned on going out with my slaves for some wholesome fun. No need for that anyway. But I hadn't expected to end up enjoying a sex-themed amusement park like this. Come to think of it, when I'd searched for amusement parks to visit with Yukiko before, most had a naughty vibe, so I'd given up. On the flip side, maybe it was good luck that we'd managed a "normal" day wandering around since morning.
I stared blankly at Mikoto's collapsed face. Asleep, she looked purely angelic.
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"No response..."
Hyun-ah had thought she'd meet Seongha right away, but the wait dragged on, long and boring. She sat on a nearby bench and pulled out her lunchbox. It was a modest meal with rice, kimchi, and a single fried egg—luxurious for her. She'd hoped to share lunch with him if they met early, but by the time she opened it, it was a bit late for a meal.
If she ended up in a spot where she could be with a man, every moment before being chosen was a test. Devouring food too greedily out of hunger could be a bad look, but refusing food he kindly bought or forcing it down was rude too. Desperate to know the situation, she'd kept texting Yukiko's number, but no calls or replies came. Same with Mikoto or Karin—total silence.
Finally fed up with waiting and starving, Hyun-ah had no choice but to eat. It was simple, but to her, it was a feast. Seongha had provided the house and left the furniture, so she'd managed to save some money.
After a couple bites, she realized her mistake: no drink. Her throat was already parched from wandering around. The dry rice didn't go down easily. With no experience at places like this, she had no idea what to prepare. Normal people might buy a soda from a nearby stand, but that wasn't easy for her.
"What do I do..."
Hyun-ah looked around desperately for a solution, but she was stuck. She couldn't waste the food. Starting with the rice soaked in kimchi juice, she forced it down bite by bite, the sour-spicy flavor making her salivate.
She was hungry now, but if she went home without eating anything with Seongha, it'd be unbearable later. She shoveled a full spoonful of rice and kimchi into her mouth. It filled her stomach for the moment, but anxiety gnawed at her. Maybe she should've forced herself to talk to him when she saw his face.
If time kept passing like this, she might end up just seeing him and parting ways. That was no different from not meeting at all. Confessing her feelings right now would be pointless. As Yukiko said, to build any bond, they needed to spend even a few hours together.
The lack of contact was the problem. Was he fucking right now? Already home? On a roller coaster? Eating? She had no clue. Other women found men that way—it wasn't unfair in particular—but it frustrated her to no end.
Just watching groups of people move around made her think Seongha might appear any second.
"Ugh..."
As Hyun-ah dropped her head and jammed her spoon back into the rice, an unbelievable voice rang out.
"Hyun-ah?"
It was a man's voice. A man's voice she knew well.