How Does Brother Namgung Know About the Femboy Divine Art…?
For some reason, the head of Naerip’s cock felt even more sensitive than usual as it was wrapped in his childhood friend’s palm and rubbed relentlessly.
Slick, squelch, slick, squelch—
“Ugh, khh—?!”
Son Jieun’s palm, thickly smeared with some white ointment she had produced from who-knew-where, perfectly cupped the glans and delivered a pleasure so intense it bordered on violence.
“Hey, hey… I’m really gonna cum, I’m gonna cum—?!”
This was nothing like the ordinary sex he had known until now—a one-sided, torturous ecstasy.
He instinctively tried to pull his hips back, but bound to the chair as he was, escape was impossible.
“Come on… let’s empty every last drop, okay…?”
Slick, squelch, slick, squelch, slick—
“Ugh, khhhh…?!”
In the end, Naerip surrendered to the palm grinding against his glans and, to his own astonishment, ejaculated an enormous volume of semen onto Jieun’s hand.
Spurt— spurrrt— spurt—
With truly wicked thoroughness, his childhood friend cupped her hand to catch every vigorous jet while the other hand, gripping the shaft, squeezed from the root upward like milking a cow, wringing the urethra until not a single drop remained.
“Hoo… you came so much…?”
Jieun looked up at Naerip with a wicked, satisfied smile, as if she were a shepherdess proud of a full pail of ewe’s milk.
Unlike his usual emissions, Naerip’s semen had the thick, semi-solid consistency of the fruit jelly sold at the snack shops the village women frequented—an astonishingly dense concentration.
“Hoo… this is unreal, it’s so thick…♡”
Intoxicated by the yellow, turbid load that even Naerip found shocking, Jieun was overwhelmed by pure rapture at having finally made the lifelong crush she herself had never fully acknowledged climax.
“Haa, haa…”
The semen was so hot it felt scalding, yet its excessive viscosity kept it from overflowing her palm.
“…Gulp….”
Although she had received instruction with a wooden phallus from the young master, this was Jieun’s first real sexual act with a man. Even if it belonged to her new lover(?), she had no intention of drinking something that reeked so suspiciously…
Lick, lick—
Yet Son Jieun, who had been forcibly put to sleep by pressure-point techniques and then had the Femboy Divine Art hammered into her body, had never once consumed a man’s yang energy…
As if entranced, she brought the semen-filled hand to her face and began licking up every last drop of Naerip’s dense load.
“Uuut…!”
The sight struck Naerip with overwhelming force.
Though they had grown distant lately, this was the friend he had been close to since childhood—now, with that lovely face, utterly intoxicated by the scent of his semen, greedily lapping it from her palm.
“Baby… I ate it all…♡
…Nngh…♡♡”
Twitch—
After showing him her cleaned hand to prove she had swallowed everything, Jieun suddenly began trembling from the waist.
…She licked up semen and came lightly?
What kind of pervert…!
Despite the shocked thought, the gap between the diligent, innocent childhood friend of only a few days ago and the depraved figure before him birthed a powerful sense of taboo.
And that taboo excited Naerip far beyond anything he had felt before…
Before long, his spent cock slowly began to lift its head again.
Damn it, this isn’t a woman…!
Think of something else, something else…!
Naerip squeezed his eyes shut to block out his childhood friend’s seductive form and tried to distract himself—with the majestic flow of the Yangtze, for instance—but…
Ever since he had matured, his cock… his manhood had never once been weaker than his brain. Any resistance to the erection was futile thrashing.
In the end, once Naerip’s cock had fully recovered its vigor, that damned childhood friend gently wrapped her palm around it once more.
“I learned this recently…
If you want to keep a guy from chasing other women, you just make him cum about five times a day the amount he just shot.”
“—A-are you crazy, five times…?!”
Naerip prided himself on his stamina; if he reduced the volume per round to less than half of what he had just released and spread it over a whole day, five times might somehow be possible.
But to dump that same volume—and that same density—five times right here and now…?
The Buddhist river of the three paths shimmered before Naerip’s eyes.
Ignoring the fact that his life was hanging by a thread, Jieun declared with perfect calm that the milking had only just begun.
“Ehehe, four left—?
This time I’ll service you with my mouth…♡”
His childhood friend had looked skilled enough to put the courtesans Naerip had hired the day before to shame…
“……Hoo…….”
Yet the moment she actually knelt and faced his cock, her foundation seemed to show; she simply stared blankly at the manhood.
“Ugh….”
Even that dazed expression and warm sigh were fatal to Naerip. When his fully erect cock twitched at maximum power, his childhood friend jumped in surprise.
“Ahaha… sorry, it just smells so amazing…♡
Then… shall I milk you—?”
“G-gently, please….”
Hearing “oral service,” Naerip had imagined the sort of thing he paid extra for with courtesans—simply taking the head into the mouth and rubbing it with the tongue—but reality was far less merciful.
Slurp, suck, slurp—
“Ughghh—?!”
Unlike Yu Gaeul, who was learning the Femboy Divine Art properly and gradually, Son Jieun had crash-trained the art through abnormal means; her technique was on another level entirely.
Her long tongue coiled around the glans like an octopus tentacle and began squeezing and rubbing the ultra-sensitive junction where head met shaft.
“Khhh, gen—gently…!”
Slurp, suck, slurp, suck—
Even the violent palm-rubbing had felt like assault, but the sensation of her tongue sweeping and grinding just behind the glans surpassed all imagination.
In less than a quarter of the time, his vision whited out; still bound to the chair, Naerip helplessly met his second climax.
“Uuuaah, ah…!”
Spurrrt— spurrrrt—
“Mmmp, hrrk—?!”
Yet Naerip’s ordeal was not over.
Suck— slurp— gulp—
Startled by the second ejaculation that lived up to his “machine-gun” nickname, his childhood friend kept his cock inside her mouth, hollowed her cheeks, and began sucking hard—true extraction, the oral equivalent of milking the urethra dry.
“Khh… ugh….”
“Ah—
See? I swallowed every drop…♡”
To the utterly spent, limp Naerip, his now-terrifying childhood friend proudly displayed her clean tongue.
“Hehe… next is your ass hole…♡”
Squelch—
“Oh… hoook…♡”
Spurt—
The sensation of sinking into the slick hole drew only a small “khh…” from Naerip, but Son Jieun—whose body had been fully developed so that the scale of pleasure she felt was entirely different—climaxed lightly, hips trembling, eyes rolling back and tongue lolling out.
A bonus of pre-cum dripping from the tip completed the picture.
Damn it, I’m gonna cum again…!
The situation was no easier for Naerip. The slippery interior of the ass hole felt far better than expected—far too intense a stimulus for a premature ejaculator like him.
“Haa, haa… three more times left….”
While the immobilized Naerip struggled to hold back, Son Jieun recovered from the pink haze of climax and began skillfully rotating her hips in slow circles.
“Ugh, stay still for a second—!”
“No… wayyy…! I’m gonna make you cum three more times…!”
Rejecting his plea, Jieun rolled her hips forward, back, left, and right; sticky anal flesh coiled around him at a different angle, depth, and pressure with every moment.
“I’m gonna die from cumming like this… ook!”
Spurrrrrt—!
Neither Naerip nor Son Jieun knew it, but the artificially trained anal flesh produced by the Femboy Divine Art was a demonic rear pussy that greedily craved semen far beyond any natural hole.
As the nickname the courtesans had given him suggested, an ordinary premature ejaculator like Naerip stood no chance of enduring such a meat hole.
“Ah, so warm…♡
I’m… cumming too…♡♡”
Receiving Naerip’s yang energy ejaculated deep into her belly, Son Jieun immediately climaxed in conditioned reflex.
In many ways, the two of them had given each other a first experience.
“Haa, haa…
J-Jieun… please, let’s rest a bit….”
Naerip, who looked as if he had aged five years in an instant, begged; his cock, after two massive ejaculations, shrank and began to slip free of her anus…
“Nope♡”
It did not escape.
“Khhh…!”
Son Jieun used the mysterious entrance-clench unique to the Femboy Divine Art to lock the manhood in place.
“…Ehehe, two more for ‘today’… got it?”
Pressed flush against him, whispering into his ear while her sweet scent filled his nose, his childhood friend’s voice and body forced Naerip’s cursed stamina to drag his wilting cock back to full hardness.
“S-save me…”
And so… within half a shichen, Naerip achieved the remarkable feat of five ejaculations—an accomplishment that spoke volumes about his recovery power.