Chapter 66 - Aftercare
Chapter 66 - Aftercare
Hana's body went limp from the overwhelming pleasure of an orgasm unlike anything she'd ever experienced—sweet yet violently intense.
Meanwhile, behind her helplessly alluring form, sinister hands continued their one-sided teasing.
Squish—squish—
Submerged in warm water, he toyed with her hypersensitive erogenous zones, pushing her over the edge three or four more times before finally releasing her.
Schlllurp—
"Nghhaaahh♥♥?!"
"Oh, your cervix caught me again."
Yang Taegum attempted to withdraw his Ultra Cock, buried to the hilt inside her pussy, but—
Just like earlier on the bed—the glans had hooked onto her cervical opening, refusing to budge.
Of course, he could've forced it out.
He could have...
"Y-You can pull it out, Master...! Hana will be fine...!"
"No. Absolutely not."
For once, Yang Taegum shook his head with uncharacteristic firmness. Seated with her on his lap, he grabbed her shoulders as she strained forward trying to dislodge him and forced her back down.
Squelch—
"Kyyaaahh♥?!"
The partially withdrawn cock plunged back inside, dragging her displaced cervix back into its original position. He reached forward to palpate her swollen lower abdomen, gauging the uterus's position before adopting a stern tone.
"Hana, your womb doesn't belong solely to you anymore. It serves as my onahole, cock sheath, and—should the time come—a nursery for our child. Do you really want to risk uterine prolapse by yanking it out carelessly?"
"Yes...♥ Forgive me, Master...♥"
Touched by his stern yet undeniably affectionate concern, Hana's heart swelled until she feared it might burst. Her pussy, womb, and asshole twitched in response to his love, overwhelmed by joy until she turned her head to whimper at him.
"Master...♥ Master♥♥...!! Kiss me— mwah—please♥♥"
Her childish, coquettish plea stoked his arousal. Grabbing her chin, he crushed their lips together in a deep kiss.
Schlurp—smack—squelch—
Their tongues tangled obscenely between mouths. Hana meticulously collected every drop of his saliva, mingling it with her own before savoring and swallowing it in small, deliberate gulps.
Gulp—gulp—
"More... give me more...♥♥"
She craved his kisses addictively, as if his spit were some narcotic. They kissed until their breathing grew ragged, only breaking apart when oxygen became necessary—a string of saliva still connecting their lips. After locking eyes, they dove back into another viscous, feverish kiss.
Schlorp—squelch—
"...!"
As he gazed into her dazed, unfocused eyes mid-kiss, an urgent need to cum surged from his scorching-hot cock. Yet he suppressed it without a trace.
Though his engorged member throbbed angrily inside her womb—begging to pump her full of concentrated semen and impregnate her—he resisted.
Schlurp—smack—
Her womb was already bloated with so much semen that her belly resembled a full-term pregnancy. What would happen if he came inside her again?
Unless he wanted to test the limits of a woman's uterus, there was no reason to push it further.
Besides—wasn't this the sacred space meant to nurture his child someday?
With that thought, he forcefully stifled his climax.
Meanwhile, Hana mistook the cock's violent pulsations for an impending orgasm. When nothing came even after waiting, she peered curiously into her Master's eyes mid-kiss.
"Pwah...♥ Master...? Aren't you going to... squirt-squirt... your baby juice inside Hana's nursery...?"
Her worried reaction—as if fearing she'd done something wrong—prompted his reassurance.
"You've done nothing wrong. Just stay still."
"Yes... Master."
Schlurp—
Resuming their kiss, he fondled her breasts and clit until—
"Hngghh—!"
Her vaginal walls clenched tightly around him as she climaxed again.
Internally, he willed:
'Go soft.'
Miraculously, his raging erection began deflating.
Hana, lost in pleasure, panicked as the heavy presence inside her gradually diminished.
"Ah, got it."
His glans—previously hooked on her cervix—popped free as his cock slid out completely, hanging limp between his legs.
Simultaneously, the semen pooled inside her womb began leaking out, emerging through her parted labia.
"♥♥♥"
The white fluid quickly coagulated in the warm water, floating in opaque globs.
Naturally, Yang Taegum wasn't about to leave it at that. Stretching his leg, he yanked out the bathtub drain.
Gurgle—gurgle—
As the water drained, he switched the faucet to shower mode. Warm water sprayed from the showerhead opposite them, rinsing their bodies clean.
"Now, Hana. Spread your legs for me?"
"Yes...♥ Master♥"
Following his order—not request—she leaned against him and spread her legs into an M-shape, exposing her semen-dripping pussy.
"I'll help expel the rest. Can you bear it?"
"Yes♥! Thank you, Master♥!"
Reaching around from behind, he pressed firmly on her distended belly.
Squish—
"Hnnngghh♥♥...!!"
The pressure on her lower abdomen forced more semen out, immediately washed away by the shower spray. Hana watched her belly gradually return to normal and mused:
"Such a waste..."
"Hm? What is?"
At his question, she answered:
"Master's baby juice... It's too precious. Can't I bottle it up to drink later...?"
"Hah, no need to hoard it—I'll refill you anytime, anywhere."
"Yes...♥"
Schlurp—
She licked her lips, already craving another taste.
———
After thoroughly cleansing themselves, Yang Taegum carried Hana—still too weak to stand—out of the bathroom in a princess carry.
Cradled against his chest with her arms around his neck, she rested her head against his firm pectorals and closed her eyes.
Thump—thump—
Listening to his heartbeat through her ear, a soothing drowsiness overtook her. Before long, her consciousness sank into deep, peaceful slumber—like a baby bird nestled safely against its mother.
"Hana. Use your telekinesis to clean up...? Hana? Hana??"
Miles—left soiled and stinking for hours—reeked horribly. Yang Taegum had intended to let Hana handle it with her powers, but...
"Zzz..."
Looking down at the girl in his arms after getting no response, he found her fast asleep—even lightly snoring—apparently exhausted.
"Ah."
Adjusting her slightly crooked neck for comfort, he suppressed the urge to sigh at this predicament.
He'd planned to dump her off and get some sleep himself, but now...
"Snoooore..."
"..."
He could wake her, but...
For some reason today, he couldn't bring himself to. Watching her sleep so soundly—as if his embrace truly comforted her—he thought:
Maybe just this once.
After all, hadn't she obeyed perfectly today?
She'd relieved herself for him, surrendered her virginity, endured uterine orgasms and intrauterine ejaculations—her womb worked to exhaustion.
This much...
This much was...
"...Just this once."
After changing her clothes, he carefully laid her on the living room sofa and draped a clean blanket over her. Then, donning pink rubber gloves, he headed to the bedroom.
Clatter—thud—scrape—
"Goddammit! Disgusting...! Why the hell am I cleaning up after some dude...?!"
Despite cursing nonstop from sheer revulsion, he methodically tackled the mess.
Surprisingly, he was quite skilled at cleaning.