Chapter 9 - Sleep Exploitation Recorded Paizuri, Iramachio
Chapter 9 - Sleep Exploitation Recorded Paizuri, Iramachio
"How is it? Edible?"
"Mmm! It's so delicious."
"That's a relief."
Hana answered with a bright smile.
Miles watched her eat with a relieved gaze, his eyes lingering on her.
Sky-blue straight hair adorned with a flower-shaped hairpin.
A face so beautiful that anyone would instinctively call her stunning, paired with a graceful, pure-hearted personality and kindness to match.
Even though she was his childhood friend, wasn't she just too perfect?
Hana was someone who had everything—so much so that it made him proud just to know her.
At the same time, he couldn't help but adore her, remembering how flawless she had been since childhood.
"You've got sauce on your mouth."
Miles wiped the corner of Hana's lips with a napkin.
Hana let out a soft moan as the faint vibrations from the vibrator pushed her to a light climax, then smiled naturally.
Fortunately, it wasn't an overwhelming orgasm—just a subtle one—so she could keep her composure.
"Thanks, Miles... ♥"
"Y-Yeah."
Hana's cheeks flushed as she thanked him.
For a moment, Miles found her expression unbearably lewd and stumbled over his words.
Disgusted at himself for having such shameless thoughts about Hana, he couldn't even lift his head.
...
"Ah...!"
"You okay, Hana?"
After finishing their meal,
they walked hand in hand, enjoying the night view when Hana nearly stumbled.
Miles caught her, concern etched on his face.
"Sorry, I must've tripped."
Hana answered softly, then leaned against Miles' shoulder as they continued walking.
Miles wrapped an arm around her and matched her slow pace.
Bzzzz—
The entire time they strolled under the night sky after dinner,
Hana endured wave after wave of faint orgasms from the vibrating toy, her patience wearing thin.
She wanted more.
She craved a bigger, more overwhelming climax.
Like when Yang Taegum had ravaged her pussy in the movie theater.
Like when she came from the smothering friction of his 30-centimeter monster cock...!
Glancing at Miles, she suppressed those filthy urges with all her might.
What kind of disgraceful behavior would that be in front of him?!
She clenched her trembling thighs, forcing herself to endure.
Repeated climaxes had left her thighs slick with arousal,
leaving a trail of glistening droplets behind her with every step.
But the night was dark, and Miles didn't notice.
Hana was infinitely grateful for that.
Otherwise, she would've bitten her tongue in shame.
"Should we sit on that bench?"
"Mmm... sure."
Hana agreed to Miles' suggestion.
They sat on a quiet park bench, leaning against each other in silence.
Then, Hana's body trembled faintly.
Bzzzz—
'It's coming... ♥'
Another subtle climax.
Miles, mistaking it for the cold, pulled her closer and wrapped an arm around her shoulders.
And then, he realized—now was the time to ask.
"Hana."
"...Mmm? ♥"
"You've seemed really down lately. Is something wrong?"
Hana hesitated at Miles' question.
Though her mind was hazy from the constant mini-climaxes, she could still answer.
"Ever since Taegum joined, you've seemed off. Did something happen between you two?"
Hana's heart skipped a beat.
She forced a casual smile.
"No? Taegum has nothing to do with it."
"...Really?"
Miles sighed in relief, then fell into thought again.
Then what was it?
Seeing him struggle, Hana hesitated before speaking.
"I was just... thinking about you."
"...Me?"
The unexpected answer left Miles stunned.
Perhaps emboldened by the fog of pleasure clouding her mind, Hana pressed on.
"Miles... how do you feel about me...?"
Her slow, cautious question hung in the air.
Miles couldn't answer easily.
Of course I love you.
He wanted to say it.
But he couldn't muster the courage.
His lips refused to move.
Disgusted at himself—a coward among cowards—he clenched his fists.
"I... you're..."
Hana didn't wait for his answer.
Lowering her head,
she cupped Miles' face with both hands, forcing him to look at her.
Then, she pressed her lips against his.
"?!"
"♥♥"
Mwah—
Bzzzz—
Hana kissed Miles deeply,
her body shuddering as the vibrator sent her into another electrifying climax.
A moment that felt both endless and fleeting passed before
she slowly pulled away.
Miles, utterly flustered, could only stare at her in shock.
"That's... enough for today. Hehe."
With a bewitching smile, Hana turned away, leaving a dumbfounded Miles behind as she hurried home.
Unable to even think of stopping her,
Miles stood frozen for what felt like hours.
So he never noticed.
The puddle of arousal soaking the bench where Hana had sat.
........
......
...
Her lower abdomen burned.
No—it was as if her very womb was on fire.
Hana pressed a hand against her stomach, right where her uterus lay.
"Nghh... ♥"
A jolt of pleasure shot through her.
"Haah... ♥ Haah... ♥"
She tore off her clothes,
leaving only her bra and soaked panties as she collapsed onto the bed.
Then, she began rubbing herself furiously over the fabric.
Bzzzz—
Whirr—
"Ahh... ♥!"
No one would hear her now.
Lost in ecstasy, Hana let out a lewd moan, surrendering to the rush of liberation.
She pressed, twisted, and pinched her clit through her panties, riding wave after wave of bliss.
When she had kissed Miles,
the guilt burning inside her had nearly driven her mad.
Being trained by Yang Taegum.
Going on a date with a vibrator inside her.
Coming from the toy while kissing him...!
The thrilling betrayal stabbed through her chest like a needle,
and Hana drowned in self-pleasure until her mind shattered.
"Miles... ♥ Miles... ♥ Miiiiless... ♥!!"
Squelch—
Thud.
After dozens of climaxes since the movie theater,
Hana finally passed out, sprawled across the bed...
Creak.
From under the bed, Yang Taegum emerged.
"Hmm..."
He stared at the unexpected sight, lost in thought.
After parting ways at the theater,
he had cranked up the vibrator's intensity remotely,
sent a text, then headed straight to Hana's place.
Having long since coerced her into giving him the passcode, he entered without hesitation.
He had been hiding under the bed, waiting to try something he'd been wanting to do...
But now...
His gaze shifted to the glass of water on the nightstand.
Thinking she might drink before bed,
he had spiked the pitcher in the fridge with sleeping pills and poured a glass just in case.
But just to be sure, he had waited under the bed...
"...Actually, this might be better."
Taegum picked up the glass and approached the unconscious Hana.
"Nghh... ♥ Mmm... ♥ Haah... ♥"
The vibrator she hadn't managed to remove in time
still buzzed inside her, tormenting her even in her sleep.
"Uuugh... ♥!"
Though she had passed out from climaxing, the toy showed no mercy,
turning her into a depraved mess who came even while unconscious.
Taegum's cock throbbed painfully at the sight.
First, he pulled aside her panties, removed the vibrator, turned it off, and pocketed it.
You've done your job well today, little toy.
Paying silent respects to its manufacturer, Taegum pinched Hana's nose and began pouring the water down her throat.
With her nose blocked,
she swallowed the drugged water without resistance.
She was sinking into a deep, deep slumber.
She won't wake up no matter what I do until morning.
He'd heard the high-grade sleeping pills designed for elite ability users were exceptionally potent.
If that was true, then no matter what happened, she wouldn't stir until dawn.
Having made his judgment, Yang Taegum retrieved the equipment hidden beneath the bed.
Clunk—
A camcorder and its tripod stand.
He set up the tripod in front of the bed, secured the camcorder, and without hesitation, stripped Hana of her panties and bra.
"Mmm~. Sniff~."
The panties, soaked in her love juice, emitted a sweet, intoxicating scent.
Yang Taegum inhaled deeply before carefully tucking them into his pocket.
His gaze then fell upon her flushed pussy, swollen from rough masturbation.
Soon, his attention shifted to her breasts—massive mounds crowned with pink nipples.
Already fully erect, he pulled out his cock with a grunt.
Creak—
Climbing onto the bed, he seized each of her voluptuous breasts in his hands.
Even his palms couldn't fully contain their sheer size, the overflowing flesh spilling between his fingers, fueling his arousal.
"These have to be at least a G-cup...! Grade-A tit-pussy."
Squeeze, knead—
He mauled her breasts as if trying to burst them, shifting his attention to her nipples soon after.
Pinch—
Grabbing a nipple, he tugged upward, lifting the entire breast with it.
"Nggh...♥!"
Even in her drug-induced slumber, pleasure seemed to register—her faint moans escaping her lips.
Pausing his breast worship, Yang Taegum adjusted the camcorder to capture her face and chest clearly before hitting record.
Then, settling atop her stomach, he wedged his cock between her mountainous tits.
He squeezed out a generous amount of lotion onto her cleavage, coating himself liberally.
"Hah—!"
The cold lotion against his shaft drew a groan from him.
Slap— Slap— Slap—
Squelch— Squelch— Squelch—
Gathering her maternal mounds together, he began slow, deliberate thrusts.
At first, the sound was wet, liquid sloshing.
But after dozens of pumps, the slaps of flesh against flesh echoed through the room.
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
As if fucking her pussy, he pistoned between her tits with increasing speed, overwhelmed by the sensation.
I'm...! I'm violating this woman! This god-tier tit-pussy!
The thrill of conquest and pleasure sent shivers down his spine.
Gripping her breasts tighter, he groaned at the soft hydraulic pressure enveloping his cock, thrusting harder.
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
As his climax neared, he fucked her tits like a madman, squeezing them as if trying to milk himself dry.
Her flesh bulged between his fingers, her breasts contorted under the pressure.
With each thrust, his lower abdomen slammed into her, shaking the bed and jostling her unconscious body.
"Nngh—! Hngh—! Ugh—! Nnngh♥"
Unaware that her breasts had been reduced to nothing more than a cock-sleeve for Yang Taegum's paizuri pleasure, Hana only moaned periodically in her drugged sleep.
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
"Guh—! I'm cumming...!"
Slap!
SPLURT—!
As thick ropes of concentrated semen erupted from him, Yang Taegum hastily yanked his cock upward and shoved it into her mouth, pinching her nose shut.
SPLURT—! SPLURT—!
"Gulp— Gulp— Gulp—."
Unable to breathe, Hana instinctively swallowed every drop.
The sight of her obediently gulping down his load drove him wild, and he forced out another thick spurt.
SPLURT—!
SPLURT—!
"Gulp— Gulp— Gulp— Gulp—."
"Hah... Hah..."
Once his orgasm subsided, Yang Taegum confirmed she'd swallowed every last drop before pulling out.
He wiped his glistening cock—drenched in cum and spit—on her tits before checking the camcorder.
"Mmm, perfect."
The footage captured everything—violating her tit-pussy and force-feeding her his load—crystal clear.
After saving the file, he lifted her body, draping her neck over the edge of the bed.
Her head lolled backward, mouth falling open naturally.
Her luscious sky-blue hair cascaded down, brushing the floor.
Adjusting her position carefully, Yang Taegum aligned her mouth and throat into a straight line.
He repositioned the camcorder to focus on her face and throat before hitting record again.
"Now for Iramachio."
He hadn't attempted it since her last violent rejection, but he adored Iramachio.
The conquest of violating a woman's throat with his massive cock, the sensation of her gullet constricting around him—it was incomparable.
"Hhhuup."
Kneeling, he aligned his cock with her throat before ramming it in to the hilt.
Schlllp—
"Ghk—! Ugh—! Gag—!"
Hana's face twisted in discomfort, but she didn't wake or resist—the elite-grade sleeping pills held her fast.
"Haaa..."
Burying his cock deep in her throat, Yang Taegum savored the sensation.
He pulled out only when she neared suffocation.
"Cough—! Hack—!"
Her throat, stretched taut by his Ultra Cock, slowly regained its shape as strands of spit connected her lips to his shaft.
Satisfied, Yang Taegum plunged back in, beginning a ruthless piston rhythm.
With every thrust, his swollen balls slapped against her nose, but he ignored it, lost in the pleasure.
Schlick— Schlick— Schlick—
"Gag—! Ugh—!"
Hana retched helplessly.
Thick drool, overflowing from her stimulated salivary glands, spilled out with each withdrawal, dripping onto her face.
"Ghk—! Ugh—! Ngh—!"
"Haha."
Watching her throat bulge and contract with each thrust filled him with euphoric dominance.
Grabbing her head with both hands, he fucked her face harder, treating her like nothing more than a living onahole.
And that's exactly how he saw her.
"Ngh—! Take it all, you throat-pussy onahole...!"
SPLURT—!
As his climax surged, he buried himself to the root and unleashed directly into her stomach.
SPLURT—!
His excessive length bypassed her throat entirely, flooding her guts with concentrated semen.
Still deeply unconscious, she accepted every drop, her body reflexively responding—her pussy growing wet, dripping love juice.
"Guh!"
SPLURT—!
Realizing she might vomit if he forced any more into her, Yang Taegum pulled out and painted her massive tits white instead.
"Hah... Hah..."
Satisfied, he collapsed onto the bed, admiring his work—her breasts glazed in his cum, her stomach slightly distended from the sheer volume forced inside her.
Sticky strands of drool clung to her nose and eyes, yet she remained peacefully asleep, breathing steadily.
"Just how strong are these pills?"
Marveling at their potency, Yang Taegum wiped her face clean before checking the camcorder.
The footage was flawless—Hana's vulnerable throat-pussy offered up effortlessly under the influence of the sleeping pills, subjected to his merciless Iramachio.
"Perfect, perfect. Heheh. Paizuri collection and Iramachio collection—getto daze."
But he wasn't done yet.
Yang Taegum's gaze drifted lower—to her pink, untouched asshole.