A Fierce Encounter with the Bold Beauty
“N-No, I hate it...!”
She frantically tried to cover her breasts and pussy, then lifted her hands again to hide her face instead. She struck all sorts of extremely flustered poses, like she had no idea what to do. In the process, she squeezed her legs together, then peeked at me and spread them again, only to clamp them shut once more.
This is hilarious.
“S-Stop it... No, ah, no. If you keep doing this, I'll look like some kind of weirdo. Enjoying the sight of someone in agony? I'm not a sadist or anything. Ahem, ahem. Do I... maybe have that kind of kink...?”
“P-Please. Please just stop... Hic...” Tears streamed down her face in rivulets.
Damn. I didn't mean to make her cry.
“Ah, sorry. I didn't realize you'd hate it this much.”
Wait, is this even a normal reaction? Isn't everyone supposed to hate this?
“Target Designation release. Everyone except the front desk girl.”
Target Designation has been released.
The people who had been murmuring and shouting all froze in place once more. Watching them resume moving, I smiled at Juyeon, who finally let out a small sigh of relief.
“Sorry. Better now?”
“What... what kind of person are you...?”
Her big, dewy eyes, like a pitiful baby deer, made me feel this irresistible urge to answer her.
Is this why they say pretty girls can have your liver and lights?
It was just a memory that I'd regress away anyway. No harm in spilling the beans.
“Someone who can stop time... You could call me a god of sorts.”
Ah, hope the big guy upstairs doesn't get pissed hearing that. But as Chronos's descendant, I would become a god eventually, right? So it wasn't exactly wrong.
“A god? That's ridiculous.”
I knew it was hard to believe. I wasn't asking her to, anyway. And right now, that wasn't what mattered to me.
I was too busy staring at Juyeon—still teary-eyed amid the murmuring crowd—as my swollen cock started throbbing painfully.
“Eh, believe it or not, I don't care. Now spread those legs properly.”
“You're insane...”
Even as she grumbled, she obediently parted her thighs. She might not buy the god talk, but she'd clearly given up resisting entirely.
But man... Just moments ago, her pussy had only been lightly glistening with a bit of wetness. Now, her juices were drooling out, soaking the sofa beneath her.
“Hmm, what's this? You said you hated people watching? But your lower mouth seems to love it.”
I pressed a finger lightly against her sopping-wet slit, slick with fresh arousal.
“Ah...? N-No, that's not it...! Who in the world would like something like that...!”
Sure there are. Why crush Yoonah's spirit like that? She loves exhibitionism. And it was rude to all the exposure lovers out there!
“They exist. Sadists and whatnot. And you're making that kind of face yourself.”
I stripped off my pants and underwear. When I pressed my exposed cock against her pussy, her body twitched and shuddered again.
“H-Hn... Do I have to...?”
“Say something that makes sense.”
What kind of man would stop at this point? You don't build up a guy's swollen hopes and dreams—and dick—just to let them down.
I pushed the glans in firmly, burying myself to the hilt.
“Hnnngh...! Haah, uh...”
She let out ragged breaths—the kind you'd expect from a total newbie.
“Are you a virgin, by any chance?”
I couldn't help asking, flustered. She looked at least late twenties. By that age, most college grads were working—national rule. And she seemed experienced in her job, too.
“...Yes, that's why I said please stop...”
She gritted her teeth, holding back tears as she spoke.
Ah, never saw this coming. But what could I do? We were already this far. No worries—I'd revert her to virgin status later.
“Hmm, relax a bit.”
To soften things up, I gently stroked and squeezed her breasts like I was comforting her.
Her eyes softened a touch at my gentler approach, but she still wore that pained expression.
“Does it hurt a lot?”
Truth be told, I'd never been a woman, so I didn't really get it. All the other virgins I'd been with had moaned in pleasure right away. I knew this was normal, but it just didn't click for me.
“Ahn... Hn, ah, it hurts...!”
As my cock slowly pushed deeper inside, the hand gripping my hair clenched like it might yank out every strand.
Ugh, that kinda hurts me too. Was she trying to make me feel her pain or something?!