Chapter 8 - Cinema Theater Pussy's Continuous Climax
Chapter 8 - Cinema Theater Pussy's Continuous Climax
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After parting ways with Yang Taegum, Hana returned home still wearing her bodysuit.
She immediately headed to the bathroom and unzipped the suit.
Whoosh—
The thick, sticky scent of semen filled the bathroom, dense enough to suffocate the air.
Her face twisted slightly, but strangely, she didn't feel as repulsed as before.
Her mind drifted back to the incredibly intense seumata they had shared earlier.
Thrust! Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!
She had begged him to stop—pleaded—but Yang Taegum, relentless as a beast, never slowed his piston-like movements.
And she, overwhelmed by the pleasure of the seumata, had climaxed twice.
The memory of his enormous cock, surging back and forth beneath her like a raging tide, resurfaced in her mind.
"...Ugh."
Now that she was home and the heat of the moment had faded, embarrassment flooded her.
Before today, she never imagined she could make such obscene noises—yet her own lewd screams had echoed through the public restroom.
Gathering the semen still clinging to her body—thanks to the bodysuit keeping it from drying—she spread it across her chest with slow, deliberate strokes before pinching her nipples.
"Nghh...♥"
A jolt of pleasure forced her to pull her hands away.
Letting out a sweet sigh, she gazed at the pool of semen collected inside her discarded suit.
She scooped it up with both hands and inhaled deeply.
The pungent, musky scent of male arousal—something she had never smelled on Miles.
Could Miles produce the same kind of ultra-concentrated semen as Yang Taegum?
When they were younger, she had seen Miles naked in the bath—his cock hadn't been particularly large.
If anything, it was on the smaller side.
Maybe things had changed now that he was an adult... but could he really compare?
Hana pictured Yang Taegum's monstrous 30-centimeter length.
"Haah... Miles...♥"
Lost in thoughts of Miles, she sank to the floor and poured the semen gathered in her hands over her pussy.
"Nghh, hngk...♥!"
She began rubbing it into her folds, massaging her clit, squeezing her breasts—so large they couldn't be fully grasped—with the same rough intensity Yang Taegum used on her ass.
Her fingers dug in, flesh spilling between them as she neared the edge.
"Uuuhh♥ Miles, nghh...♥♥!!"
With a blissful moan, she climaxed.
As if her lust had been sated, she stood and turned on the shower, letting the semen rinse away.
By now, her disgust toward it had nearly vanished.
If anything, she was addicted.
If this were a game, the words [Semen Addiction Lv.1] would have floated above her head.
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As usual, there were no assigned missions today.
After finishing patrol, Miles' team returned to the city.
Given that it was only 5 PM, they had wrapped up unusually early.
Miles thought about Hana, who had seemed off lately.
What could be bothering her...?
No matter how much he pondered, the only change was Yang Taegum joining the team.
Did she dislike him?
That didn't seem right.
At their first meeting, after hearing Taegum's circumstances at the café, Hana had called him a good kid—which meant she accepted him like a younger brother.
"Haah..."
Unable to figure it out, Miles had a sudden idea.
'Maybe I should ask her to see a movie? If the mood's right, I can ask why she's been down lately.'
Pleased with his plan, he called out to Hana just as she was about to leave.
"Hana!"
"Yeah? What's up?"
Her face was oddly flushed as he suggested watching a film together.
"Mmm..."
She let out a soft, ambiguous moan before nodding.
"Sure, sounds good."
"Ooooh~! Big bro and big sis going on a date, huh?"
Yang Taegum, who had somehow appeared behind Miles, whistled teasingly.
Miles laughed awkwardly.
This made it seem like they were excluding Taegum on purpose.
With an easygoing grin, Yang Taegum waved it off.
"Hahaha! Don't worry, I'm not dense enough to third-wheel."
Leaning in, he whispered into Miles' ear:
"Hope things go well with noona."
"Thanks, Taegum."
Miles forced a smile, but the moment his back was turned, Taegum signaled to Hana—call me.
Hana, who had spent the entire day getting groped by Taegum and climaxing once already, trembled with unease at his gesture.
...
Ring—Click.
"So, where's the date happening?"
After a pause, Hana answered.
[...We're meeting at Cinematic Theater on 3rd Street.]
"I heard Iron Man 2 is pretty good. Watch that. And pick the seats I tell you to."
[I'll... try.]
"What are you wearing?"
[Clothes? Just... normal ones?]
"From now on, you wear what I say. Understood?"
[...Understood.]
After listing his demands, Taegum hung up with a low chuckle.
Maybe I should get there first...?
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Miles arrived at the meeting spot—and couldn't tear his eyes away from Hana.
Instead of her usual modest outfit, she was wearing something far more revealing—the kind of attire she rarely ever wore.
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The white shirt strained against her ample chest, its buttons threatening to burst from the pressure. The cardigan draped over it failed miserably at its intended purpose of concealing those voluptuous breasts. And paired with a miniskirt that barely reached mid-thigh, black stockings, and a garter belt...? The tight stockings squeezed her thighs, making her flesh spill out enticingly, amplifying her already overwhelming allure. Miles' pupils dilated violently at this scandalous sight. "H-Hana...?"
"Mmm..."
Her face flushed crimson as she shyly approached and linked arms with him, leaving Miles utterly disoriented. His face burned as if about to combust. Stumbling over his own feet, he allowed himself to be led into the theater by her hand. Still dazed, Miles barely registered Hana pointing at a movie. "Wanna watch that one?"
"Huh? That one?"
Iron Man 2—a film that looked like it had flopped spectacularly. But in his current state, Miles agreed without thinking.
Rip.
The tickets for Iron Man 2 slid out of the machine. "I picked the seats. That okay?"
"Uh, yeah, sure..."
"It's starting soon. Let's go."
Hana guided Miles inside and settled into their seats. Only then did Miles finally regain enough composure to glance around. As expected, the theater was nearly empty, with the few other patrons clustered toward the front. Why would Hana want to watch this?
The Hana he knew would never choose a movie like this. She preferred romance or melodramas. Did she just feel like a change?
Maybe. Shaking off his confusion, Miles focused as the film began—until Hana suddenly stood up beside him. "What's wrong?"
"Um... Sorry, Miles. I need to run to the bathroom real quick."
"Huh? Oh, sure."
She gave him an awkward, apologetic smile before leaving. His gaze lingered on the deep cleavage revealed by her cardigan before he forcibly tore his eyes away. He couldn't let himself look at her like that...! Miles tried to calm his pounding heart.
[Cinema men's restroom, last stall, no one around.]
Hana bit her lip hard after reading Yang Taegum's text. With no choice, she excused herself and hurried to the restroom, slipping unnoticed into the men's bathroom and entering the last stall. As expected, Yang Taegum was there, seated on the toilet. Hana glared down at him. "...Why did you call me?"
His lips curled into a smirk at her sharp tone. "You dressed just like I told you, huh? Brought the vibrator?"
"...Here."
She pulled it from her cardigan pocket and handed it over. Yang Taegum pocketed it, then unzipped his pants, pulling out his fully erect cock like a ripened stalk of grain bowing under its own weight. "Now, get to work."
"...I'm here with Miles to watch a movie. If I take too long, he'll get suspicious."
"Oh, I know. I won't keep you. Just close your eyes and give me one quick release."
Haa...
With a resigned sigh, Hana bent down to service him. Her slender fingers stroked him to full hardness, and soon, a monstrous 30-centimeter shaft stood proudly before her.
Slap. Slap. Slap.
Realizing manual stimulation alone would take too long, she boldly leaned in and began licking the glans.
Lick. Slurp.
"Oooh...!"
Yang Taegum groaned in approval. Good, very good! To think she'd willingly lick his cock like this! Watching a beauty like Hana kneel before him, tongue swirling around his tip, pushed him dangerously close to climax. He pulled her away, gripping himself to maintain the sensation. "Open your panties."
"What?!"
She hadn't expected him to demand ejaculating into them. Panic flashed across her face. "No way! How am I supposed to hold that much...?!"
Not to mention the smell. As she recoiled, Yang Taegum chuckled. "Ah, right. Too much volume? Then hold it in your mouth first."
"!!!"
Her face paled in horror. But realizing this wasn't about humiliation—just practicality—she hesitated before reluctantly bending down and opening her mouth. "Aaah—"
"Here it comes...!"
With rapid strokes, he unloaded a thick stream of concentrated semen straight into her mouth. This time, the volume wasn't excessive—just enough to fill her cheeks.
"Now, spit a little into your panties. Not too much, not too little. Swallow the rest."
Finally understanding his plan, Hana shot him a glare before reluctantly obeying. Lifting her miniskirt revealed the tight black thong nestled between her garter belt straps. She peeled it open, carefully spitting a measured amount onto the fabric—just enough to soak the crotch—before letting it snap back against her skin.
Squelch.
The sound echoed through the bathroom.
"Gulp... Gulp... Pwah..."
Yang Taegum smirked, satisfied, as she swallowed the remainder.
"Hurk...!"
Hana barely suppressed a gag before another familiar sensation surged up—
"Burp—?!"
A semen-laced belch escaped before she could stop it. "Hngh...!"
Eyes watering, she glared at him. He shrugged. "Now go enjoy the movie with him."
"......"
Without another word, Hana stormed out and returned to Miles.
When she came back, Hana seemed oddly unsettled. Miles asked if something was wrong, but she brushed it off.
As the movie progressed, Miles found himself unexpectedly engrossed—while Hana, unable to focus, fidgeted in her seat. The lingering semen between her thighs itched unbearably. Under the guise of watching the film, she discreetly rubbed herself over her panties, but it wasn't enough. She needed something more—something thorough.
Her mind flashed to the vibrator.
But Yang Taegum had taken it.
"Nngh...!"
Frustrated and denied release, she considered slipping her hand inside her panties—
Buzz.
Her phone vibrated. A message: "Look behind you."
"......"
She turned.
In the empty back row, Yang Taegum sat alone, waving at her.
"......"
She hesitated—but not for long.
Making an excuse to Miles about the bathroom again, she slipped into the seat beside Yang Taegum.
His lips curled into a predatory grin. "Why'd you come?"
"I... I just..."
She couldn't say it. How could she? Touch me. Touch my pussy. She'd never begged anyone like this before.
But Yang Taegum already knew. "Want me to finger you?"
"!!!"
How did he—?
Flustered, she averted her gaze, face burning.
He pressed further. "Well? Your answer?"
"...Do it."
"Hmm?"
"Do it...!"
Eyes squeezed shut, she whispered the plea.
Yang Taegum smirked, leaning in to murmur in her ear—
"No."
"?! Why now?!"
Her pussy throbbed even more, desperation mounting. She needed skilled fingers—needed to cum.
Rubbing her thighs together restlessly, she shot him a pleading look.
He grinned. "Repeat after me, word for word, and I'll make you scream."
"...What is it?"
He enunciated slowly, cruelly:
"Please use this filthy, slutty sperm-toilet's pussy—your personal cum-dumpster—and make me come like the whore I am."
"......"
Hana hesitated—then obeyed, reciting the humiliating words verbatim.
"Good girl."
The moment she finished, his hand slid under her skirt.
The second his fingers touched her soaked panties—
"Hnngh...♥"
Electric pleasure jolted through her. She barely stifled a moan, slapping a hand over her mouth.
Squelch. Squelch.
As his fingers slipped inside, she tensed—worried about her hymen—but Yang Taegum reassured her:
"Don't worry. I know how to make you come without breaking it."
Relaxing, she surrendered to the pleasure.
Squelch. Squelch-squelch—
"Hahh...♥ Ngh...♥"
His fingers swirled shallowly inside her, pinching her clit with practiced precision—
And in seconds, she came.
Luckily, the movie's volume drowned out her choked moans.
Splurt—
Her juices soaked through her panties, staining the seat. But Hana didn't care. Bliss overwhelmed her senses.
"You didn't think that was the end, did you?"
"...??"
Dazed, she stared up at him in confusion.
Not over? What—
Before she could process it, another wave of pleasure crashed into her.
Squelch. Squelch.
"Haaang...♥!!"
Her vision whited out as ecstasy detonated in her core. Drool spilled from her lips as she bit down on her own fingers to muffle her cries.
"You didn't think I'd stop at just one, did you?"
Squelch♥ Squelch♥
"Hahh...♥ Nngh...♥ Haaah♥!"
"Good thing the movie's loud. Now—again."
Squelch-squelch!
"Nngh...♥ Hnnk♥!!"
Splurt—!!
A second orgasm ripped through her. She clutched at his wrist, trying to pull him deeper—but he didn't stop.
"The movie's got about an hour left. Let's see how many times you can come."
"!!"
Her face drained of color.
An hour?!
Dread and anticipation twisted inside her.
Could she endure this much pleasure?
But as his fingers pistoned into her, she surrendered completely—
Squelch-squelch-squelch—
Splurt—!
"Haaaah...♥"
Squelch-squelch-squelch—
Splooosh—!
"Kyaah...♥!!"
Squelchsquelchsquelch—
"P-Please... stop...♥"
Splurt—
Squelchsquelchsquelch—
"J-Just... once... more...♥?!"
Splurt———
"Ahhh...♥ Haaaah...♥!!"
Squelch-squelch—
"Remember—you're nothing but a filthy slut who can only come from my fingers now!"
Squelchsquelchsquelch—
Splurt———
"Yesss...♥! I-I'm a... filthy♥ whore...♥! A slut who... loves♥ coming like this...♥!!"
Hana teetered on the edge of insanity as Yang Taegum timed her orgasms to the movie's loudest moments.
Trembling with the fear that her moans might be too loud and draw attention, Hana desperately suppressed her obscene cries. Blinded by the violent pleasure he forced upon her, she uttered lewd phrases that even a prostitute would hesitate to say. The film itself had almost no silent moments, which helped mask her moans—but if she kept whimpering nonstop, someone was bound to notice.
So, Yang Taegum timed her climaxes to coincide with the film's loudest sound effects.
Squeak—squeak—squeak—
Splurt—
"Now, repeat after me: I'm a sperm-receiving female, a Dick-Exclusive Asshole Case who loves my master's cock milk."
Creak—squeak—squeak—
"Hh, hhng... ♥ I-I'm... ♥! A s-sperm-receiving... ♥ female who... ♥ loves my master's cock milk... ♥! Ahn... ♥!"
Splooooosh—
An hour later, the movie ended, and Yang Taegum quickly slipped away. He didn't want to risk catching Miles' attention.
Left behind in the seat, Hana lay collapsed as if unconscious, her panties and stockings soaked beyond recognition, the chair beneath her drenched in her love juice. She had climaxed so many times that her brain had short-circuited, leaving her unable to move.
How many times did I...?
By her estimate, it had to be at least thirty. After the tenth, she lost count—surviving the pleasure alone had taken everything she had. And yet... it had been so sweet.
Still lost in the lingering ecstasy, she stared blankly at the ceiling.
"Ah... that was fun... Huh...?"
Miles, who had been so engrossed in the movie that he'd completely forgotten about Hana, finally started looking for her.
"Hana? Hana??"
At the sound of his voice, she barely managed to pull herself together. Her panties were ruined, utterly soaked—but there was nothing she could do about that. Her black stockings would hide the worst of it, and since it was nighttime, the mess between her legs wouldn't be too noticeable.
Trembling, she pushed herself up and staggered toward Miles.
When he finally spotted her, he frowned at her sweat-drenched hair clinging to her neck.
"Are you sick? You're drenched!"
Hana waved it off casually. "Ah, it was just... really hot. I splashed water on my face and accidentally got my hair wet too. I didn't want to sit next to you like this, so I watched from the back."
"Oh... really?!"
Then Miles saw it.
Her white shirt, damp with sweat, had turned translucent—revealing the black bra barely containing her ample breasts.
Blood rushed to his face. He hastily stripped off his own jacket and draped it over her shoulders, covering her up.
"Uh... your shirt's see-through. I didn't mean to look."
"Huh...? Ah?!"
Only then did Hana realize—her sweat-drenched shirt had gone sheer, exposing her bra.
Face burning, she hunched over in embarrassment. But she quickly steadied herself and muttered to Miles,
"Th-Thanks... Let's just go. I'm starving."
"Oh! I know a good place. Wanna try it?"
"Mhm... Hhng♥?!"
"Huh? Did you say something, Hana?"
"N-Nothing! Nothing at all!"
She flinched as something inside her suddenly vibrated.
Wait—a vibrator?! Why is this inside me?!
Bzzt!
She immediately pulled out her phone and checked the message:
[Left a little gift inside your pussy. Don't worry—it's not deep enough to break your hymen. Enjoy.]
"Haa...♥"
Relieved, Hana let the vibrating toy pulse inside her, savoring each throb as a flush spread across her cheeks. She looped her arm through Miles' and smiled.
"You'll take me somewhere delicious... ♥ right?"
"Of course!"
