Chapter 69 - In the Elevator
Chapter 69 - In the Elevator
"Here are the dishes you ordered."
"Ah, thank you."
The food they had each ordered arrived.
Yang Taegum and Miles began their meal.
But Hana, as if something was bothering her, wore an uncomfortable expression and didn't even touch her food.
Miles, wondering if there was something wrong with the meal, asked her about it.
"No... I'm just not very hungry, and my stomach feels a bit off. Sorry, Miles..."
"It's fine, that happens. Is your stomach really bothering you? Should I get you some medicine from the pharmacy?"
"Ahaha, it's not that bad. Thanks for worrying about me, Miles."
In truth, her stomach was already full from the thick, concentrated semen she had just gulped down under the table from her master.
But she couldn't possibly explain that to Miles, so she made up an excuse and sighed.
"Haa...♥"
The uniquely sticky texture and nightflower scent of the cloudy white fluid still swirling in her mouth.
The lingering semen still clinging to her throat made it impossible to tell whether she was swallowing saliva or more of his seed with every gulp.
Perhaps out of consideration for her not being able to stay under the table for long, he had given her an unusually large amount in that short time.
Because of that, she wasn't hungry at all now.
Instead, her stomach was so full of sloshing semen that she had to fight back the urge to let out a semen-laden burp. She waited desperately for the two of them to finish eating.
"Ahh, that was good."
"I'll take care of the bill."
"Oh my, thank you so much."
He didn't refuse when Miles offered to pay.
After leaving the restaurant, the group discussed their next destination.
"So, what should we get first, Hana?"
"Hmm... Maybe we should look at clothes first?"
"Clothes? Don't you have plenty at home?"
"Mmm. Not for us—for Taegum."
At her sudden suggestion, Miles looked surprised but soon nodded in agreement.
"Should we?"
"Huh? No, I'm fine, really!"
"This is our way of saying thanks. So don't refuse."
After a brief hesitation at Miles' insistence, Yang Taegum nodded.
He didn't particularly care whether they bought him clothes or not.
But since she had suggested it first, he decided to accept.
"Then I'll gratefully accept."
"Great. Let's see... 10th floor? Let's take the elevator."
They boarded the elevator on the first floor.
After pressing the button for the 10th floor and waiting, they were suddenly pushed to the back when the doors opened on the second floor and a crowd surged in.
The elevator was large enough to accommodate many people, so there was plenty of space for the incoming passengers.
"Ah!"
"You okay? Stand behind me."
"Yeah... thanks."
Being in a department store, the foot traffic was naturally heavy.
And since the elevator was a common means of transportation, it stopped at every floor, letting people off and on in waves.
Miles stood in front of her like a wall, shielding her from the crowd.
Grateful, Hana let out a sigh of relief as the stifling sensation in her chest eased slightly.
Just as she was catching her breath—
Sluurp—
"Hyahk♥?!"
As if it were the most natural thing in the world, Yang Taegum slid his fingers into her asshole from behind.
The familiar sensation of his middle and ring fingers piercing through her stockings and into her anus made Hana let out a faint moan.
She quickly covered her mouth and glanced ahead—fortunately, the chatter of the crowd drowned her out, and no one turned to look.
Miles, shielding her from the front, didn't seem to notice either, his gaze fixed straight ahead.
Squish— squish— squish—
"Ngh...♥ Ah...♥ Hah...♥"
Yang Taegum, completely indifferent to the people around him, focused entirely on vigorously fingering her asshole.
Perhaps still excited from feeding her so much semen earlier, he kept thrusting, relishing the hot, slick sensation of her loosened anal walls through the fabric of her stockings.
Sluuuurp—
"♥♥♥...!!"
His two long fingers sank all the way to the base, then curled upward, scraping against her inner walls repeatedly.
Her feet, already elevated in high heels, lifted even higher as she rose onto her tiptoes.
Every time his hooked fingers dragged along her rectal walls, electric pleasure shot up her spine, making her shudder violently.
The unfamiliar yet intoxicating sensation of the soft stocking material tormenting her anal walls was so overwhelming that she feared the slightest relaxation would send lewd moans spilling from her lips.
Squelch— squish—
"Feels good?"
When Yang Taegum whispered the question into her ear, she nodded fervently, her face flushed.
Her expression teetered on the edge of crumbling under the depraved pleasure assaulting her asshole.
Ding— 4th floor—
Rumble—
The elevator doors opened, letting people off and more in, filling the space again before they had even reached halfway to their destination.
Yet even in the midst of this, he didn't stop toying with her asshole, continuing his teasing ministrations.
"You wanna cum?"
"Y-Yes...♥ Hana... wants to...♥ Please... let me...♥!"
Begging in a hushed voice to avoid drawing attention, Hana was already overheated from the relentless anal stimulation.
In her mind, she wanted to scream for him to shove his cock deep into her asshole right here and wreck her, but the last shreds of her common sense as a woman barely held her back.
Of course, despite her desperate pleas, he had no intention of letting her finish yet.
Squelch— squish— slurp—
"Hold on a little longer. It'll feel even better if you do."
"Ngh...♥♥ Hah...♥♥"
Hana suppressed her frantic desire to climax, obeying her master's command.
Though her body had already been molded into his personal onahole—so sensitive that even the slightest touch could send her over the edge—he knew her limits perfectly.
He kept her teetering on the precipice, tormenting her just shy of release.
The sticky fluids leaking from her ass had soaked through her stockings, leaving wet streaks trailing down her legs.
Her pussy had long since overflowed with arousal, her juices dripping down her thighs.
But since they were in a corner and no one was looking back, she remained unsuspected.
Ding— 5th floor—
Amid the noisy chatter of the elevator, Yang Taegum whispered in her ear again.
"Now... let's see how much more you can take?"
Sluuurp—!
"Hihk...♥♥?!"
Not content with just two fingers, he shoved in his index and pinky as well.
Now, with all but his thumb buried inside her asshole, Hana nearly saw stars, frantically covering her mouth.
Squelch— squelch— slurp—
"♥♥♥......!!!"
The four fingers now ravaging her insides sent jolts of pleasure shooting through her like electric currents, making her spine tingle.
Ding— 6th floor—
Splurt— sploosh—
"Hhhuuueeep♥♥♥...!!!"
A gush of her juices darkened her pantyhose, streaming down her shapely legs.
Clamping a hand over her mouth, she barely stifled the vulgar moans threatening to escape.
The moment she reached anal orgasm, her master's fingers stopped moving, allowing her to gasp for breath.
"I told you to hold back... Yet you came on your own?"
"S-Sorry...! But it's because Master's fingers were too wild...!"
Now bold enough to talk back, she earned a chuckle from Yang Taegum as he whispered again.
"Then I'll make you cum as much as you want. Just try to hold on, okay?"
"Huh? Wha—mmmphhhh♥♥♥...!!!!"
Squelchsquelchsquelchsquelch—
His four fingers pistoned in and out of her asshole with brutal force, as if he didn't care if anyone noticed.
The violent anal pounding left her mind blank, unable to think straight.
Squelchsquelchsquelch—
"...♥♥♥♥!!!"
Most of the lewd sounds from her asshole were drowned out by the noise of the crowd, but their luck wouldn't last forever.
In desperation, she used her telekinesis to muffle the sounds, but if her concentration broke, it would be useless.
Hana stood on tiptoe, hands clamped over her mouth, suppressing moans with all her strength as she endured the overwhelming, violent assault on her asshole.
As the elevator ascended toward the 7th floor, no one got on or off, mercifully letting it pass straight to the 8th.
Squelchslurpsquelch—
Splurt— sploosh— drip—
"Hhhh...♥♥♥!!!!"
Though she managed not to scream during another brutal anal orgasm, her pussy betrayed her, spraying her juices everywhere.
Her black stockings were thoroughly soaked, and a puddle of her fluids pooled around her high heels.
Seeing the floor counter approach the 9th, Yang Taegum sensed it was time to end this.
From behind, he reached around, moved her hand aside, and covered her mouth himself.
"Mmph?!"
"You're using your telekinesis, right? Keep that barrier up."
He knew she had erected a soundproof field—there was no way such violent anal pounding wouldn't be heard otherwise.
Sealing her mouth shut completely, he pressed his last remaining finger—his thumb—against her stretched hole and forced it in.
"Hhuueek...♥♥♥!!!"
Despite her body's protests—as if screaming This won't fit!—he didn't stop.
Forming his hand into a sharp point, he pushed deeper into her scorching, slick depths until—
Plop—!
"♥♥!!!!"
His entire fist disappeared inside her asshole.
Even the specially processed, elastic fabric of her pantyhose had its limits.
The stockings, dragged in along with his hand, tightened around her pussy, sending waves of pleasure through her.
Sploosh—
Drip—
Hana came violently, shocked by the overwhelming presence of his massive fist inside her.
She had never imagined her asshole could stretch enough to take something even larger than his cock.
Snap—!
At that moment, the telekinetic barrier she had been straining to maintain shattered.
He flexed his fist inside her asshole, savoring the scorching heat before pushing even deeper.
"Kkhhuueek...♥♥♥!!!"
His hand advanced further until—
It stopped just past his wrist, unable to go any deeper.
The pantyhose inside her had stretched to its limit, stubbornly refusing to yield.
Hana came again, overwhelmed by the sensation of the thick, stocking-covered hand scraping her anal walls.
Just then, the elevator announced their arrival.
Ding— 10th floor—
Ploooort—
As he pulled his fist free, her gaping asshole let out an obscene fart, but thankfully, the sound was lost in the noise.
"♥♥♥♥...!!"
Wiping his semen-drenched hand on his clothes, he supported the half-conscious Hana as they followed Miles out of the elevator.
"...Hana?!"
Only then did Miles turn and notice her strange state, startled as he checked on her.
Her black stockings hid the fact that they were soaked in her juices unless inspected closely.
And since she looked utterly exhausted, Miles didn't suspect a thing.
"Is there somewhere she can sit and rest?"
"Ah."
While Miles flustered, Yang Taegum calmly took charge, supporting Hana as they searched for a place to rest.
"...Huh? What's this? Did someone spill water?"
"Right? There's so much of it."
Behind them, the elevator they had just left bore a shimmering puddle of Hana's fluids, glistening under the ceiling lights.