The Taste of a Female Idol (48/367)
I pounded her pussy from behind like a madman with my cock. Suddenly, a thought circled in my head: Exposure play, but is this the only way to do it?
Yeah, the point of exposure play is to show off every part—even the deep, gripping folds—to the people watching.
"Yoonah, I'm pulling out for a sec."
"Hngh...! Ah, no...!"
"It's fine. I'll make you feel even better."
When I pulled my cock out, her reluctant pussy clung to it greedily, and I felt the same pang of regret. I didn't want to pull out, but if I lifted her up like this, those gripping walls would squeeze my cock even tighter, making her feel way more.
I scooped Yoonah up effortlessly. My stamina wasn't superhuman yet, but thanks to consistent workouts, it far exceeded average now. Lifting a lightweight girl like her was no big deal.
"Wh-what are you doing...?"
She seemed flustered, not used to being held facing outward toward the others, glancing back at me slightly.
"I'll make you feel even better. Trust me."
I smirked and lowered her straight onto my cock.
"Hnggggh...!"
From the front, to anyone watching, it would just look like her pussy was getting relentlessly fucked. Yoonah seemed to catch on quick—her pussy clenched down hard on my cock.
"Haa... Ah... Hn, ev-everyone's... w-watching... my pussy... your cock... hnggggh...!"
She couldn't even speak properly. I kept thrusting upward from below, and soon she was shaking her hips wildly along with me.
"Holy shit, she's fucking in front of everyone?"
"I thought she was sweet. Turns out she's a total perv."
"Fuck, I wanna shove it in just once..."
Their shameless comments poured out as they stared, and every time, her pussy squeezed my cock even tighter.
"Haa, ah... Aang! Ang! L-look, watch me... watch me cum... aaah...!"
She screamed, her strength draining as she collapsed into me.
"Haaaaang! Aaaang! Ang! Aaang! Hnggggh...!"
Her trembling body made her pussy walls flutter and clamp down on my cock like they were trying to devour it. Everywhere my cock was wrapped, it felt like electric shocks of intense pleasure jolting through me.
"Nghhh... Ah... haa... I'm going insane... ah...!"
Even back at the concert hall or on the street, it hadn't felt this intense. Her talent shone brightest in extreme situations—I couldn't help but chuckle. Her pussy gripped my cock so hard it felt ready to burst, so I thrust even harder, scraping her inner walls.
"Hng, uh... Ang! Aaang! Haaaang! I'm losing it...!"
Stimulating her pussy right after she came made the tremors keep going.
"R-real... squirting... hng... sob... haaaang...!"
"Ngh... c-can't... hold it... gonna cum...!"
Internal ejaculation complete.
My pent-up load flooded her depths the moment the words left my mouth. Consecutive orgasms were no sweat anymore thanks to my training. But for Yoonah...
"Hng, uh... U-ugh... I'm... going crazy... y-you, exposure... so good... love it... hnggg...!"
She'd completely lost her mind, drool dripping from her slack mouth, eyes glazed over, body twitching. From cumming twice in a row, she even pissed herself right in front of everyone, urine trickling down.
"Hng, ugh... Ah, I... I'm done... kuh... over...!"
"Done? Not on my watch. Don't worry."
She was still lost in ecstasy, probably not even hearing me. Time to wrap it up.
"Regression. Exclude Yoonah—everyone who witnessed this."
Regression has been activated.
Time Manipulation authority ends simultaneously and activates.
I straightened her loosened gown and princess-carried her limp, stumbling form. Hotel staff were still murmuring, but whatever—they'd forget naturally once the power ended.
"Alright, let's go rest."
"Hng... ugh..."
Her body still trembled as I carried her back to the room. After washing her off in the bathroom and laying her in the bedroom...
Time Manipulation has been released.
Regression activates.
Time Manipulation uses remaining: 1 deducted, 2 more uses available today.
The alert confirmed the powers had wrapped up.
"What do I do... I can't even go out..."
A loud voice jolted me awake from deep sleep. I checked my phone—it was already morning. The items I'd ordered were at the door with a note left behind.
I set the phone down and looked around, but Yoonah was nowhere. Grabbing the gown tossed nearby, I slipped it on and stepped out—there she was, curled up on the far side of the sofa.
"Why are you sitting there like that?"
I yawned as I asked, and she shot me a glare.
"You said to trust you!"
"Yeah, I did."
"Then what the hell was that yesterday?!"
She whined without a proper explanation, on the verge of tears. Probably still reeling from yesterday's...