Chapter 20
Chapter 20
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Translator: crow
Chapter Title: Library
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Did I pass out...?
Rubbing my hazy eyes, I sat up in bed. On days when I'd had sex with Mr. Ghost, there was a high chance I'd faint, so I was used to it by now.
Massaging my throbbing head with my right hand, I looked around the room.
The view outside the window had grown even darker than the last time I'd checked,
and the room felt chillier than usual, probably because the bed was drenched.
I glanced down to check my body. It felt refreshed and clean, so Mr. Ghost must have washed me off.
Just to be sure, I slipped a hand into my pussy, but no white fluid came out.
"Ow ow..."
Pain flared up when I accidentally brushed the vaginal wall pulling my fingers out.
Mr. Ghost's cock was so huge that this happened sometimes if I didn't rest enough afterward.
'Today's cock... was insanely massive...'
From head to toe, it had a faint bluish tint and was semitransparent. The cock was translucent too, of course, but its shape was clear enough to make out.
A gigantic, thick shaft and a brutal glans that looked like it would scrape every bit of pussy flesh.
Today was special—I'd seen his true form—so I decided to write it all down.
I rummaged through the desk drawer and pulled out my half-written diary.
XXXX Year, XX Month, XX Day.
A few days ago, my boyfriend called and suggested we meet up casually over the weekend.
I wanted to go on a date since it had been so long, but midterms were right around the corner, so I turned him down.
He suggested a study date instead, so after a moment's thought, I agreed.
Time passed, and today, true to his word, my boyfriend showed up. We sat side by side in my studio apartment and started studying.
He seemed diligent at first, but as expected... his hand started creeping toward my chest.
Knead, knead.
I let it slide since it wasn't too bad, but soon enough, his hand moved to my thigh and began stroking.
If I left it any longer, things would turn steamy, so I swatted his hand away.
"Um... there's a ton to study, and I'm just not in the mood today."
I refused indirectly, but his hand lingered like he was disappointed, so I said it more firmly.
"I only agreed to the study date because I wanted to see your face. That's not why we met today. Hands off."
He looked like the sky had fallen, but I ignored it and picked up my pen again.
Honestly, in the past, I would've played along and let the mood take over.
But lately, something felt off.
There were various reasons, but the biggest one was realizing that sex with my boyfriend just didn't feel that great.
'It all started after I met Mr. Ghost...'
That didn't mean I disliked my boyfriend—not at all. Outside of sex, he was practically perfect, the ideal guy-next-door type.
But for me, sex made up at least half of a relationship, which left things pretty ambiguous.
After sex with Mr. Ghost, my body and mind felt utterly refreshed, like all my stress had melted away.
Dirty talk and pervy acts I could never do normally.
And that was just the start. Animalistic sex where I surrendered to instinct and chased pure pleasure.
In front of Mr. Ghost, I could act without restraint—it felt like unleashing my true self.
If I tried that with my boyfriend?
He'd smile and go along in the moment, but afterward, he'd definitely think I was weird.
In that sense, Mr. Ghost accepted anything I did and even egged me on to get even kinkier.
I was grateful for introducing me to this kind of pleasure.
Scribble, scribble...
An hour of jotting things down, and all I had left were Mr. Ghost's good points.
There wasn't much to write about anyway.
After I turned down sex, the mood got awkward, then Mr. Ghost showed up midway and I secretly enjoyed myself. That was it.
"Haa... I don't know... Is this right...?"
It was one of those nights when my head felt all tangled up.
The day before midterms. Every time this period hit, I regretted coming to the engineering department with tears in my eyes.
Some people say stuff like:
'Memorize the formulas, punch 'em into your calculator, and boom—one exact answer. Easy, right?'
Fuck that. What if you can't memorize the formulas? I slammed down my pen and stretched.
"Kuaaaah... Problems won't solve themselves, and the material's a goddamn mountain..."
I needed to relieve some stress.
Glancing around, I spotted the Large Onahole.
Just one quick round?
'No, no—the others are probably studying too. Feels bad to interrupt.'
Reason kicked in with a logical excuse to stop me.
Then my dick stood right up and made its case.
'Other people's studying matter? Nah, bust one quick and get back to mine.'
No contest—dick victory. I grabbed the Large Onahole right away.
Thinking of Shin Ayoung brought the school library to mind. The day before midterms, the reading room was packed solid.
Except for two seats.
And get this—the empty ones had space on both sides, like they were reserved for one person.
Why? It clicked immediately.
Shin Ayoung, buried in her studies with earphones in.
Casual gym uniform set and slippers, her flowing hair tied back neatly in a ponytail since it was getting in the way. Perfect.
Her long hair usually hid it, but that glimpse of her snowy-white nape and the elegant line of her shoulders? Flawless.
I'd bet my life savings no guy could study sitting next to her.
Hell, even a PC bang would've been better—next to Shin Ayoung? Impossible.
Full erection would be the baseline option.
If a girl sat there, she'd blame her own looks and probably sprint to the library rooftop.
Anyway, that radiant beauty made naughty stuff way easier.
I hugged her from behind, crossing my arms to grope her tits.
Flinch!
Her shoulders jumped a good 10 cm from the shock.
Shin Ayoung whipped her head back, saw no one, let out a small sigh, and scribbled something on her paper.
I tapped the pen in her hand. She got it and obediently set it down.
I tested it out once, and with my current physical strength, writing was no problem.
Like a comment thread, we kept writing downward, negotiating.
Tits were okay? She hesitated a bit, then flashed an OK sign.
Permission granted—I went wild rubbing her tits. My study stress evaporated.
After a good long grope, hot breaths started leaking out. Turned on, I sped up, but then a fun idea hit me.
That prank where you slide your hand flat between her cleavage and jiggle side to side.
I tried it right away.
Clap-clap-clap-clap-clap-clap!
Flesh-smacking echoed through the quiet reading room.
Her massive tits swayed wildly left and right—obvious even over her clothes.
Shin Ayoung panicked and hugged her chest with her arms.
The guy two seats over already saw, I bet? He was gawking at her tits with saucer eyes.
First time seeing tits shake like that solo?
I stopped and wrote again.
Resigned, her face flushed red as she gave the okay.
I slathered some Personal Lubricant on the entrance, then slid into the Large Onahole in a sitting-on-top position.
With her legs pressed together, her pussy clenched way tighter than usual.
"Ngh...!"
She clamped her left hand over her mouth to stifle the moans.
Meanwhile, her right hand stubbornly kept at her studies—adorable.
For some reason, watching her solve problems with my cock buried inside made me want to torment her more.
I stopped thrusting and went still.
Kept the tip kissing her cervix, just giving occasional squeezes.
Like I was her chair now—I let go and fiddled with my phone.
A bit later, with me not moving, Shin Ayoung wrote:
I pretended not to see and stayed put—her grip got even tighter than before.
Like we'd always been one, clinging flawlessly from glans to base.
"Huu... ut... haa...♡"
Now she was the impatient one, her mouth spilling lewd sounds.
I savored her clenching and releasing, while she ground her hips on her own, rubbing herself.
About 10 minutes in, she surrendered.
Her eyes glazed over a bit, mouth agape—a drop of drool plopped onto the desk.
It smeared the writing where it landed, but she didn't even think to wipe it, just kept scribbling with the pen.
Tease her just a little, and Shin Ayoung begged to be pounded first.
So predictable.
Having seen her cute side, I got into position and started moving.
Arms around her waist, shaking her up and down to rub her vaginal walls.
"Mmph... huum..! Ut.. uhuut! Haaaa...♡"
She bit her lip and clapped a hand over her mouth. Even so, she couldn't fully stifle the moans.
Wondering if anyone nearby heard, I glanced around. Luckily, everyone close by had earphones in and seemed oblivious.
Seemed safe to get rougher. I lifted the onahole until my cock nearly slipped out.
Her favorite combo: scraping the G-spot on the way to slamming her cervix.
"Haat...! Uhhk... faster, more..."
Didn't even take many reps before her pussy clenched differently. She was already on the edge.
Juices gushing out, her folds raking my entire shaft.
I held it there, and she signaled first—gripping the armrests like they might snap.
Then she came.
"Kkuhuuuk...! Uhuut... huu... haaaang..♡"
Feeling her pussy milk my cock like it wanted to snap it off, I unloaded too.
Even mid-cum, her insides squeezed my urethra, demanding every last drop.
Only after wringing me dry did I pull out and add one more note.