Chapter 3 - Panty Handjob Ejaculation
Chapter 3 - Panty Handjob Ejaculation
Two more days of searching yielded no sign of the Special Variant.
Given that it was an aquatic monster, tracking its traces proved difficult.
And after one battle, it was highly likely the intelligent creature had relocated its habitat.
Over those two days, Yang Taegum never missed an opportunity to demand sexual acts from Hana while they scouted together.
Handjobs and thigh-fucking were manageable, but...
Fellatio remained impossible—her gag reflex was still too severe.
Every time he came, he unzipped her bodysuit without fail and emptied himself into her cleavage.
No matter how many times it happened, Hana could never grow accustomed to the sticky semen coating her body.
When they returned home and she peeled off the suit, the bathroom would instantly reek of that revolting, cloying scent—sometimes so overpowering she'd retch.
Internally, she rationalized:
It's fine. I can endure this for a month.
It's for Miles' sake, right?
On the third day, he ordered her to wear panties under the bodysuit.
Confused but compliant, she obliged.
And instantly regretted it.
The moment they split from Miles to begin their search, Yang Taegum dragged her into a secluded spot and demanded his usual handjob.
Assuming he'd just cum inside her suit again, she unzipped it to her sternum—but this time was different.
"Lower it until your panties are visible."
"What?!"
She resisted. The thought of exposing her underwear—something no one else had ever seen—to this bastard made her skin crawl.
But when he shook his phone, she relented.
Tears welled in her eyes from the humiliation, but she steeled herself and yanked the zipper down until the fabric of her panties peeked through.
At least her nipples remained hidden.
Glaring daggers at him, she began stroking him.
Slap-slap-slap-slap
Her slender, porcelain fingers slid up and down his grotesquely oversized cock while her other hand massaged his glans. Each flick of her wrist sent jolts of pleasure through him, making his body shudder.
After two days of relentless handjobs and thigh-fucking, her technique had improved.
The first time had been pathetic—so laughably bad Yang Taegum had patiently coached her through every step.
Though her face twisted in disgust, she absorbed his instructions with grim efficiency.
For thigh-fucking:
For handjobs:
For Hana, his quick orgasm was her only reprieve—so despite hating every word, she followed his advice.
When she felt his cock swell—a telltale sign she'd learned after dozens of handjobs—she jerked her hands away.
She knew he always controlled his own climax, aiming directly for her chest. The thought of another sticky mess inside her suit made her stomach churn.
Humiliation burned through her, but she endured.
She had to.
There was no other choice.
"What are you doing?"
"?"
Yang Taegum pulled her upright and ordered her to spread the waistband of her panties.
Hana recoiled.
"Are you fucking serious?!"
"I'm not asking you to show me your pussy—just pull the fabric open a little. Easy, right?"
"Tch...!"
With a look of pure revulsion, she tugged the waistband apart, exposing a sliver of skin.
Grinning, Yang Taegum angled his cock toward the gap.
"Now use your other hand to stroke me. I won't be doing the work this time."
"...!!"
Realizing his intent, Hana deeply regretted wearing panties.
He's going to cum inside them?!
She hesitated—this level of depravity was beyond anything she'd experienced.
"Tsk, my climax is fading... The longer this takes, the happier I am."
At his taunt, she squeezed her eyes shut and resumed stroking.
Furious—but desperate for this to end.
Slap-slap-slap-slap
"Ngh—!"
Yang Taegum didn't hold back.
Thick ropes of concentrated semen erupted into her panties, splattering against her pussy. His face relaxed into bliss.
It felt amazing.
Watching her slowly break under his conditioning drove him wild.
Hana stared in horror at the white flood soaking her underwear.
Torn between disgust and practicality, she debated:
Should I keep wearing these?
Should I take them off?
Can I really let his filth touch me there?!
The thought repulsed her.
She leaned toward removing them—until Yang Taegum shattered that hope.
"Keep them on. We've only done this once. Heh—change them when we get home."
"...You bastard!"
By day's end, he'd ejaculated into her panties seven times.
Each round left them soggier, the semen sloshing against her pussy as she walked awkwardly—which only aroused him further.
He'd drag her to another secluded spot, force another handjob, and dump another load inside.
Seeing her panties utterly drenched filled him with indescribable satisfaction. Between searches, he groped her ass and played with the soaked fabric.
By the fifth round, Hana's face had gone blank—resigned.
The sensation of semen-soaked cotton clinging to her skin was revolting, but she endured.
At least the bodysuit's zipper blocked the smell when sealed.
As long as she kept it up, Miles wouldn't suspect a thing.
The only concern was the stench when she unzipped at home.
Unbeknownst to her, that very thought excited Yang Taegum.
Her suit's inner lining is marinating in my scent!
Her panties, pussy, asshole, tits—every inch reeks of me!
God, that's hot!!!
He came twice more, bringing the total to seven.
Despite the frequency, his semen showed no signs of thinning.
With no more absorbent fabric left, the excess spilled over—dripping down her ass, thighs, calves, and pooling at her ankles.
A single touch to her sealed suit would reveal the sloshing mess inside.
Later, when they regrouped with Miles, Hana's dark expression worried him—but she brushed it off.
Yang Taegum looked exhausted too.
Miles blamed himself for pushing them too hard and resolved to reassess their mission.
Noticing Hana fidgeting—thighs pressed together—he dismissed it as fatigue and focused on driving.
Meanwhile, Hana's body grew unnaturally warm.
At first, she was relieved Yang Taegum had passed out the moment they got in the car—until the damp panties clung to her skin, making her shudder.
The perverse sensation of semen-soaked fabric rubbing against her pussy sent slow, creeping itches through her.
Squeezing her thighs dulled the feeling slightly, but each movement sent electric jolts up her spine.
She longed to shove a hand inside and scratch the itch—but that required unzipping the suit.
Impossible until they got home.
Biting her lip, she endured the torturous friction until then.
The moment she stepped inside, she bolted to the bathroom and tore off the suit.
Whoosh—
Unzipping unleashed a blast of thick, masculine stench.
Dizzy from the smell, Hana frantically rubbed the soaked panties against herself.
"Nnh...♥ Mmm... Ah, ahh♥ Hah...!"
She'd masturbated before—but this pleasure was different.
Sweeter. Stronger.
Squelch— squelch—
"Ahh♥ Aah... H-haaah...!♥♥"
Soon, she erupted—her first climax hitting like a tidal wave.
"Haa...♥ Haa...♥"
Panting, her mind blanked from the white-hot ecstasy.
Dazed. Disoriented.
She couldn't think straight.
It felt too good.
Have I ever felt pleasure like this...?
Absolutely not.
Is this... what real masturbation is?
Legs trembling, she collapsed into the bathtub.
Without thinking, she brought her semen-smeared fingers to her nose and inhaled.
The pungent, musky scent—his scent—filled her nostrils.
Realization struck like a hammer.
This is all Yang Taegum's doing.
Disgusted, she hurled the panties into the trash and scrubbed her pussy and ass raw.
She cleaned the suit meticulously too.
She couldn't stand his stench lingering on her.
Regret gnawed at her as she thought of Miles.
He sacrificed a child's life to save me.
If she hadn't been there, he would've charged in and rescued that boy from the Special Variant.
The more she dwelled on it, the heavier her guilt grew.