Chapter 61 - Panties-Penetrating Anal Intercourse
Chapter 61 - Panties-Penetrating Anal Intercourse
Yang Taegum hands Hana her smartphone and begins cleaning up the scattered devices around them.
After over an hour of pleasure torture inflicted upon her, love juice had splattered everywhere—
The scene looked as if a flood had swept through, and he let out an impressed sigh as he started tidying up.
"Whew."
After some time passed, he exhaled with satisfaction, admiring the now-clean equipment.
Putting the cleaning tools back into their case, he turned around and saw her still on the phone.
What kind of call is taking this long?
He quietly approached to eavesdrop.
Hana was chatting warmly, as if everything had been resolved smoothly—as if she had managed to convince Miles that she had simply left him behind and gone somewhere else.
"Hmm."
Yang Taegum felt an inexplicable irritation bubbling up inside him at the sight.
Feeling mischievous, he crept up behind her.
"Yeah. So I'll rest at home for a bit and—Hyaah♥?!"
Squish—squish—
Hana jolted in surprise as rough hands suddenly groped her breasts from behind.
Still hypersensitive from the pleasure torture devices, her voluptuous mounds reacted instantly to the rough touch, sending a wave of arousal straight to her soaked pussy.
[Hana? What's wrong?]
"N-Nothing's wrong♥!"
Miles' concerned voice came through the phone speaker.
Just from that brief touch, Hana's breasts surged toward climax, forcing her to rise onto her tiptoes as her body trembled.
Yang Taegum kneaded her ample mounds like dough, playing with them before pinching her stiff nipples between his thumb and forefinger.
"Nngh♥...!!"
Hana, realizing she couldn't withstand the pleasure assaulting her oversensitive nipples, quickly covered her mouth with one hand.
Thud—
"......♥♥♥!!!"
Her nipples, now so sensitive that even the brush of air sent pleasure coursing through her, had become nothing more than toys for the sadistic male behind her.
Tug—
He pulled them forward, stretching her breasts taut, then twisted them in circles before yanking them sharply and releasing them again.
Even as her breasts were toyed with like playthings, they reached climax with embarrassing ease, tormenting her further.
[...So, this place is fine, right?]
"Y-Yeah♥♥...!!"
Hana pretended to respond while desperately suppressing her moans.
She knew she wouldn't last much longer like this, so she hurriedly spoke up.
"L-Let's meet later♥ I'll hang up now...♥♥!!"
[...? Okay, got it. See you later!]
Click—
The call ended.
As Hana's legs gave out and she nearly collapsed backward, Yang Taegum caught her in his arms and whispered into her ear.
"Everything went well, huh?"
"Hahh♥ Y-Yes, I♥... managed to convince him♥..."
"Good girl."
Pat—pat—
"♥♥♥"
She melted into his touch as he stroked her head affectionately.
But then, remembering the pleasure torture from earlier, her expression darkened slightly.
Nudge—
Hana grabbed his hand, pressing it against her cheek as she nuzzled into it and pleaded softly.
"Hana won't do it again... So please, don't use that thing on me... okay...?"
Glancing nervously at the now-clean device, she bit her lip.
Yang Taegum chuckled in response.
"As long as you don't misbehave like you did this morning, I won't need to use it. Don't worry."
"...Okay♥"
As she answered shyly, he noticed his lower half reacting—and decided to bring up something that had been bothering him.
"By the way, your way of speaking changed?"
"...Is it weird?"
"No! It's cute, so feel free to keep talking like that when we're alone. Honestly, it kinda turns me on."
"...Hana turns you on...?"
Huff.
He did some quick mental calculations.
They still had some time before meeting that bastard Miles—might as well have a quick snack in the meantime.
Besides, he wanted to check how sensitive her body still was from the devices.
"Lie down."
"Yes♥ Master♥"
Obediently spreading her legs in an M-shape on the bed, Hana lewdly exposed her pussy and asshole.
Her plump folds and clit were still slightly swollen—
Which only made the unbearable itch between her legs even more maddening.
Squelch—
She reached down, spreading both her pussy and asshole wide as she begged him.
"Please♥... use Hana's vulgar, slutty master-exclusive sperm receptacles♥... as much as you want♥..."
Yang Taegum didn't refuse.
......
......
......
Three days passed.
After temporarily suspending their work as Trackers to focus on moving, they managed to wrap things up faster than expected.
When Yang Taegum explained the situation to their assigned assistant, the higher-ups were informed, and surprisingly, they even encouraged the two to go ahead with their plans.
Expressing their gratitude, moving day soon arrived.
"Wow, this place is nice!"
"Right? Hana's got a good eye for real estate."
Miles chimed in as he helped carry boxes.
Actually, I was the one who recommended this place... Just so I could sneak in every night to fuck her.
Unaware of Yang Taegum's inner thoughts, Miles continued chatting amiably.
They contacted a moving company to transport the larger furniture and other necessary items.
For the oversized pieces that wouldn't fit in the elevator, they arranged for them to be hauled up via the balcony using the moving truck's specialized rail system.
Though they had already decided on furniture placement beforehand, they figured it'd be easier to handle it themselves rather than make the movers struggle—especially since they had superhuman strength to spare.
After seeing off the exhausted movers, they began organizing the place.
"Sorry about this... You guys had to stop working because of us."
"Ah, don't worry about it. What's a little favor between friends?"
"...Thanks. Really."
As the two exchanged polite words, Hana sighed and stepped in.
"Ugh, enough already. Taegum said it's fine, so stop feeling guilty and let's finish moving."
"I wasn't feeling guilty—"
"Nope! Miles is banned from talking now~!"
Perhaps because she looked too adorable saying that—
Miles burst out laughing helplessly before agreeing and lifting a particularly heavy box.
"Where should I put this?"
"Ah, just leave it over there~."
"Got it."
"I'll help too."
"Thanks, Taegum~."
"No problem. Don't mention it."
Rolling up his sleeves, Yang Taegum joined in the organizing.
......
Once most of the tidying was done—
Hana started cleaning the dirty floors.
With so much area to cover, she showcased an incredible multitasking feat—
Simultaneously controlling a vacuum and several mops with her telekinesis.
"Hmph~. Eek?!"
Suddenly, someone grabbed her ass from behind, disrupting her concentration and causing the cleaning tools to wobble slightly.
Relieved she hadn't dropped them, she blushed at the familiar hands kneading her plump cheeks.
Glancing back cautiously, she lowered her voice.
"M-Master...? Miles is still here..."
"He's busy organizing the bedroom. He won't see."
"...♥"
After hesitating for a moment, Hana subtly pushed her butt out further.
The soft, round flesh wrapped in her skirt molded perfectly into his palms.
Her coquettish behavior—as if begging for more—made him snicker.
"Hahh...♥"
"How've you been since then? Still sensitive?"
By then, he was referring to—
Three days ago, when she had been thoroughly broken into a female sex slave by the pleasure torture devices.
Since then, the sensitivity of her nipples and clit had become abnormally heightened, making daily life a struggle.
Even the slightest brush of fabric against her nipples could push her to a weak climax—and her clit was even worse.
At least now, she could somewhat prevent herself from climaxing just from walking by covering her nipples and pussy with bandages.
"Master made me too lewd...♥"
"But isn't that a good thing?"
"Nngh...♥"
Fingers slipped under her skirt, pressing against her panties before digging into her asshole.
She clenched her teeth, trying not to let any moans escape.
But a faint whimper inevitably slipped past her lips.
Drip—
Her body heated up with arousal.
Love juice seeped past the bandages covering her pussy, slowly soaking her panties.
The sensation of soft panties being pressed into her asshole was something she had never experienced before—
But the slightly rough texture of the fabric rubbing against her was unexpectedly addicting.
Creak—creak—
"How does it feel, having your panties shoved into your asshole? These are specially processed, ultra-stretchy panties, by the way."
"I-It feels good♥... Maybe because Master gave them to me♥... I can feel it even better♥..."
"Good. These are actually fetish-grade panties designed to be fucked through without tearing."
Apparently, there were quite a few perverts who enjoyed penetrating women without removing or even pulling their panties aside.
Finding these wasn't particularly difficult.
These ultra-stretchy panties wouldn't tear no matter how hard they were shoved in—
And the product description confidently claimed the wearer wouldn't get hurt, either.
"P-Panties still on...?"
"We're almost done cleaning up. Shall we have dinner now? Hana can cook. I'll help too."
"Huh?"
Yang Taegum ignored Hana's words and called out to Miles in the bedroom.
Miles agreed to eat, suggesting they go out instead.
But when Hana insisted on cooking with ingredients she'd already prepared, his face brightened with delight.
"I'll help with cooking. Don't let appearances fool you—I'm quite confident in the kitchen."
"Oh, really? Thanks, Taegum. Miles, could you finish tidying the living room and set the table? Please?"
"Got it. Hana."
Miles headed to the living room without suspicion.
Yang Taegum followed Hana into the kitchen.
The kitchen had a window frame installed for easy viewing into the living room—though no actual window was attached.
From the living room, the kitchen was mostly obscured by walls except for that frame, making it difficult to see inside.
While cleaning, Miles glanced toward the kitchen.
Hana's upper body was visible through the frame, and when their eyes met, she waved cheerfully.
Yang Taegum stood beside her, his hands busily moving as if washing something.
"Haha."
Miles smiled happily and returned his focus to the living room.
"Keep cooking, Hana."
"...Yes♥"
He lifted the back of her skirt, exposing her panties.
Crouching to stay hidden from Miles, he pressed himself tightly against her buttocks.
Sluurp—
"Nghhhh♥♥...!!!"
As his fingers, still wrapped in her panties, invaded her anus again, she rose onto her tiptoes, shuddering.
Squelch— Squelch— Intestinal fluids seeped out, soaking her panties.
Three days since that incident.
Her sensitivity had heightened—not just her nipples and clit, but even her anal nerves.
Now, even passing actual stool could bring her to climax.
She had come to relish every trip to the toilet, her mind blanking with pleasure as she released her bowels, drooling uncontrollably.
Squelch— Squelch— Squelch—
He inserted his middle and ring fingers, thrusting deeper.
The elastic panties stretched, stimulating her anus in tandem.
Hana, overwhelmed by the new sensation, quickly reached her peak.
"Hnngh♥...!!!!"
Psshhh—
"Did you say something, Hana?"
Miles, catching a faint moan, glanced toward the kitchen.
Startled, she stammered.
"Huh? N-No? I didn't say anything..."
"Really? Where's Taegum, then?"
"Ah, I'm just organizing dishes down here!"
From the unseen part of the kitchen, Yang Taegum's voice replied. Miles nodded and stopped paying attention.
"Hold it in. You almost got caught."
"M-Master keeps... f-feeling so good...!"
"Tch, what can I do?"
He turned on the kitchen hood.
Whoooosh—!
Installed to vent cooking fumes, its loud whirring drowned out surrounding noise.
"You should keep cooking."
"...Y-Yes♥"
Hana began preparing the meal she'd taken from the fridge.
He took his time.
His fingers, still inside her panties, explored her reactions, methodically learning where to thrust for maximum pleasure.
Soon, her panties were soaked through with intestinal fluids, clinging wetly.
With the hood masking her moans, Hana cautiously let out small cries, secretly savoring this betrayal.
Miles is right there... and my ass is being fucked♥!
The panty band offered no protection.
Her arousal dripped down her thighs, splattering onto the floor.
"Ghhh♥♥"
His fingers withdrew from her anus.
She relaxed her tense body, lowering from her tiptoes.
"...Ngh♥"
But the sudden sensation of thick flesh against her made her eyes widen as she glanced back.
"M-Master? Here...?"
"Obviously. Face forward."
Sluuurp—!
"Hnnnngh♥♥♥?!!!"
The Ultra Cock plunged deep into her panty-clad anus.
Despite the elasticity, only half of it fit inside—but that was enough.
The panties tightened, pressing against her sex.
As the fabric was sucked into her asshole, the remaining material pulled taut, pinching her pussy.
The stiffened clit was now intermittently stimulated by the taut fabric...
"Ah... This is surprisingly good."
"♥♥♥...!!!!"
Hana covered her mouth, bowing her head to stay silent.
Otherwise, she'd scream obscenely and climax on the spot.
Thrust— Thrust— Thrust—
Each time his cock pierced her panties into her ass, her clit was crushed, sending mind-shattering pleasure.
Perhaps it was the sensation of the hot shaft and the panties filling her rectum—so visceral it overwhelmed her.
Struggling against the ecstasy, she nervously watched Miles, praying he wouldn't notice.
Luckily, engrossed in cleaning, he didn't catch her distress over the hood's noise.
Yang Taegum gripped her hips, driving his half-buried cock deeper.
Even visually, he could see the panties being dragged into her asshole.
Ah, so this is why people fuck with panties on...!
The sight turned him on even more, his cock throbbing.
He didn't know how long the special fabric would hold.
But now, he wanted to see how this ended.
Would the panties tear first?
Or would his Ultra Cock reach her depths first...?
A competitive urge took over. He thrust with all his strength.
Sluuuuurp—
"Haaaaahhhh......♥♥♥!!!"
The cock, along with the panties, finally sank to the hilt.
As the fabric inside her asshole crushed her clit, Hana saw sparks, shuddering through a razor-sharp climax.
Drip— Drip—
"Wow... This is the real deal."
Her fluids hit the floor.
His cock burned, ready to burst from the soft panties and scorching rectal heat.
He savored the novel sensation, pulling out and thrusting back in.
Squelch— Squelch— Squelch—
Hana slowly succumbed to the addictive thrill of being fucked through panties, curious how it'd feel when he came inside.
"Ha...!"
Unable to hold back, he erupted the moment he bottomed out.
Splurt—!!
"Hauuuugh♥♥♥...! Master's cock milk, it's coming♥...!"
Cum shot from his glans, penetrating the panties soaked in intestinal fluids and pre-cum, flooding her rectum.
But the fabric filtered it—some semen spilled onto the floor instead.
She moaned, overjoyed by the concentrated load filling her.
"M-Master...♥♥"
Hana turned her head, gazing at him desperately.
Understanding her silent plea, Yang Taegum kissed her, sliding his tongue in.
"Schlurp♥ Mmph♥ Slurp♥ Hahm♥ Schlurp♥"
A sticky deep kiss.
If Miles caught them now, their affair would be undeniable.
Thump— Thump—
Her pounding heartbeat echoed in her ears.
Her vision filled only with Master's sharp gaze.
She didn't want this moment interrupted by anyone.
"Schlurp♥ Hahp♥ Schlurrp♥ Mmph♥"
Anticipating cum dripping onto the floor, Yang Taegum finished with moderate satisfaction and pulled out.
As his cock slid free, Hana exhaled sweetly, already addicted to this first-time panty-clad anal experience.
Her stretched asshole contracted, the panties inside returning to their original size.
But where his cock had pressed against them, a white pool of cum remained visible.
Pffft—
"Hnngh♥♥♥"
A semen fart escaped as the load inside her tried to exit.
She clenched her sphincter, barely holding it in.
"Hoh."
Impressed, Yang Taegum approved of these elastic panties.
To swallow his Ultra Cock whole and still not tear...!
"Hah♥ Hwah♥ Nghh♥...!"
He leaned close to her ear, whispering softly over the hood's roar.
"I'll head out first. Clean up and follow. Understood?"
"Y-Yes♥"
"Ah, tonight. We'll finally hold Hana's virgin-opening ceremony."
"...!!!"
At the word "virgin-opening," her body trembled violently.