Too Excited, A-young Goes Wild Unleashing Pregnancy Attacks — I Counter with My Finishing Move [I Fucked A-young in Front of Yu-mi][5]
“Hhaaaahh…! Hnnnngh…! Hyaaaang…! Hyang…! Hyaaauuung…!”
Shake! Shake! Shake! Shake!
When Geum Tae-yang starts running his mouth, Park A-young’s usual response is violence. But there are situations where that simply isn’t possible — namely, when his cock is buried inside her and she’s so pickled in pleasure that forming coherent speech becomes a lost cause. Which is exactly the situation right now.
Tasting Geum Tae-yang’s cock, Park A-young shook her head from side to side with a face full of shuddering whimpers, as if she were shivering through a fever. She couldn’t force the surging feelings in her chest into actual words, so all that escaped were timid little cries of pure pleasure.
Schlick! Squish! Squish! Schlick! Schlick! Squish!
That said, a girl with A-young’s stubborn grit was never going to just lie there and take it. Corner a tsundere and she only thrash harder — that was the whole point of the type. A-young strained with everything she had, working her hips to jack up the milking tempo.
“Khhhaaaah!! Hah! So good…! You’re so fucking good, A-young…! Tuhhhhaaaah!!”
Squeeeeze…!
Geum Tae-yang tipped his head back and let out a reaction thick with pleasure.
You little brat…! You just can’t stand to lose, can you, Park A-young…? You sly, adorable little thing…! You’re so goddamn lovable it drives me insane…! Hhhhaaaaah!!
The thing that was actually frying Tae-yang’s nerves, though, was a little different from what A-young intended. Pure milking skill alone, A-young couldn’t hold a candle to Kim Min-jung. And a man who’d been trained by Min-jung wasn’t about to start moaning just because of technique. The real reason for those sounds was a charm only A-young possessed — something Min-jung simply couldn’t give him.
That charm was the years of secretly loving him while pretending she didn’t, that sly little cuteness of hers. When that adorable, lovable quality came out sexually, it drove Geum Tae-yang completely out of his mind.
“Haaauuung…! Feels good…? Feels good, Geum Tae-yang…? Look at you, moaning while you’re pinned under me…! Hnnnngh!! Hhaaaauuung!!”
Shake! Shake! Shake! Shake!
Schlick! Squish! Schlorp! Squish! Squish! Schlorp!
Bounce! Bounce! Bounce! Bounce!
For whatever reason, praise thick with overwhelmed pleasure started spilling from Tae-yang’s mouth — and that filled the needs of the willful little filly named Park A-young. She grew even more full of herself, taunting him harder, her lower body rocking with everything she had. The result was that her pair of 75G melons, which had been holding relatively still for a moment, started dancing again like dolphins breaking the surface of the water.
“Khhhaaaah! Of course it does! I’m a man who can’t do a damn thing against our A-young…! Our sweet, wicked little A-young…! Tuh…!! Hhhhaaaaah!!”
Schlick! Squish! Squish! Schlick! Schlick! Schlick!
Tae-yang hyped her up as if he were cuddling her with his whole body. It was like filling the needs of a tomboy daughter who’d just brought home a perfect score on a school exam — meeting that hunger for a father’s recognition even in a moment this raw and explicit. This was simply how Geum Tae-yang always handled sex with Park A-young. He got to enjoy fucking the landlord’s daughter as a tenant, and at the same time he kept carefully tending to the deeply wounded soul that was Park A-young.
Tae-yang is really something… The way he goes so deep, meeting her where she is and staying with her… No wonder the people at our camp are already opening their hearts to him…
That quiet, earnest effort of his didn’t just move A-young. It hit Jo Yu-mi hard too — the girl who, whether she meant to or not, was watching the two of them right now. She might have been a masochistic bitch at heart, but at her core Jo Yu-mi was a kind-hearted twenty-one-year-old. At that young age, through all the injuries the apocalypse had thrown at her, she’d still protected the younger kids from the orphanage — even the little ones. Because she’d lived that kind of care herself, she could feel, more deeply than anyone, exactly what Tae-yang was doing right now and what kind of positive effect it was having on A-young.
“Haaauuung!! Hyaaaaang!! I love it!! I love it so much, Geum Tae-yang!! You’re filling my whole heart up!! Haaauung!”
Squish! Schlorp! Schlick! Schlick! Squish! Squish! Schlorp!
Psssh…! Brrrble…! Pffft…! Pfft…!
Just as expected, Tae-yang’s care melted Park A-young — a young life every bit as tender as Yu-mi’s — like soft ice cream. She’d been trying to manage her image as best she could with Yu-mi’s eyes on her, but the moment Tae-yang filled that hollow place in her again, the dopamine came flooding up. Nearly teary-eyed, A-young poured love confessions at him — and her pussy, which had long since become a premature-ejaculation pussy for Geum Tae-yang alone, started dribbling squirts of fluid without restraint.
“Tuhh! Hah! Hnnnngh!!”
If it had stopped there, that would have been fine. But the look on Tae-yang’s face said something more was about to hit.
“I’ll make you feel good too!! Haaauung!! Hngh! Haaauuung!! I’ll give you just as much pleasure as Mom does!! Haaauung! Hyang! Hhaaaauuung!!”
Bounce! Bounce! Bounce! Bounce! Bounce! Bounce!
Thud! Thump! Thump! Schlorp! Schlorp! Thump! Thump! Thump!
Sure enough, Park A-young was every bit Kim Min-jung’s daughter. She was the type who couldn’t rest until she’d given back more than she’d received. Wanting to repay the happiness Tae-yang had just poured into her, she started working her hips hard, twerking in the saddle like she meant it.
“Hhaaaung! It feels so good…! So fucking good…! I want to have your baby, Geum Tae-yaaang…! Haaung! Hnnnngh!”
Bounce! Bounce! Bounce! Shake! Shake! Bounce! Shake!
Thud! Schlorp! Thump! Thump! Thud! Thump! Schlorp! Schlorp! Thump!
Pouring out love like that, A-young launched into the one act that set her apart from Kim Min-jung. Min-jung was still too embarrassed to throw pregnancy attacks at Tae-yang. A-young, on the other hand, could talk about getting pregnant without a shred of hesitation — could talk about carrying his child. For a woman in love with a man, that was a dream as big as anything, and A-young treated it as her own unshakable personal content, reveling in it like a madwoman.
Tuhhhhaaaah!! Hah!! A-young’s eyes have rolled back!! I’m gonna cum at this rate!! We just started and I’m about to blow my load in front of Yu-mi!! Hhhhaaaaah!!
From a male perspective it was pretty damn happy content, but for Tae-yang it wasn’t pure bliss. The second pregnancy came up, A-young ran with the brakes completely off. During their first time he’d written it off as a runaway train because they hadn’t developed any signals yet — but after enough rounds of sex, it was clear: A-young’s nature was pure sudden acceleration. A cliff-edge sense of crisis slammed into him.
Well, no choice then. The form’s a little ugly, but I’ve got to use that.
In other words, Tae-yang had more than enough experience by now, and because this was a matter of survival, he’d had plenty of time to invent his own emergency brake.
He was about to deploy that secret technique right in front of Jo Yu-mi.
Slap! Slaaap!
His hands shot out —
“Kyaaaaahhh!! Hnnnnnnngh!!!”
— and A-young let out a scream of pure collapse. It wasn’t the feeling of racing out of control anymore. It was more like her legs giving out, leaving her completely helpless.
Tae-yang just!! Grabbed A-young’s nipples!!!!!
Yu-mi’s eyes went round as she watched the act that had created the situation. That was right. The two hands Tae-yang had stretched toward A-young had seized complete control of both her fully erect nipples.
“Hnnnngh…! Calm down, you little filly of a Park A-young…! Tuhhh…! Do I really have to do this every time to make you behave, you nipple fairy…?”
Roll-roll-roll-roll…! Squeeze…! Squeeze…! Roll-roll-roll-roll…!
With A-young’s twerking stopped, Tae-yang used the opening to steady his breathing and push down the urge to cum. Then, both to distract himself and to keep her in this state longer, he carefully worked her nipples. A man who took sex seriously, Geum Tae-yang had put real effort into developing A-young’s erogenous zones. What he’d learned: if Kim Min-jung’s strongest external spot was her ass, Park A-young’s was her nipples. The difference between the two women was that stimulating Min-jung’s sweet spot pulled her out of her usual gentleness and made her aggressive — while A-young, like Samson with his hair grabbed, went completely docile. Once he’d figured that out, Tae-yang had used it ever since as a control method whenever A-young redlined.
“Haaauuung…! Hyaaauung…! It tickles…! It tickles, I said…! Hiiih…! Hn…!”
Tremble…! Tremble…! Quiver-quiver-quiver…! Tremble…! Tremble…! Tremble…! Quiver-quiver…!
With her nipples seized and worked so thoroughly, A-young looked as lost as a kitten being stroked — she didn’t know what to do with herself. At the same time her lower body went completely limp, trembling without end.
“You little nipple fairy! I told you to listen when we’re having sex, didn’t I? Why do you always redline like this? Do I really have to control you by the nipples every single time?”
Pinch…! Pinch…! Roll-roll…! Squeeze…! Pinch…!
Schlick…! Schlorp…! Schlick…! Schlick…! Squish…! Schlick…!
“Haaauuuh… I get it, Tae-yaaang… I’ll be good… Please just stop a little… I feel like I’m gonna pee…! Hn…! Hnnnngh…!”
Twitch…! Twitch…! Flinch…! Twitch…!
Tae-yang scolded her sternly, like a man training a puppy that had bared its teeth. Sensing that the urge to cum had settled, he took the lead and started thrusting. With her nipples still under intense assault and her lower body being invaded on top of it, A-young begged for mercy while her body underwent raw, unmistakable changes.
Uwaaaaah…! I want to call him Master in A-young’s place so badly… Master Tae-yang… Master, please forgive this bad bitch Jo Yu-mi, please… Haaauuuuh…!
Grit…!!!!
Watching A-young’s bratty little plea, Jo Yu-mi clenched her molars. A masochistic-bitch cry had surged all the way up to her throat. She was crushing that perverted nature under superhuman willpower.
“Come here, Park A-young! I’ll forgive you!”
“Hnnnngh… I-I’m sorry…”
Whoosh!
From masochistic-bitch Jo Yu-mi’s point of view, something even more enviable exploded into being. The Master’s reward. With a broad heart, Geum Tae-yang forgave the willful little filly Park A-young and opened both arms to her. Like a spoiled child, A-young tumbled into his embrace.
“Aigoo, you Park A-young…! Khhhaaaah! What am I supposed to do with you…! Tuhh! Hnnngh!!”
Bounce! Bounce! Bounce! Bounce!
Thud! Thud! Thump! Thud! Thwack! Thump! Thwack! Thump!
“Hyaaaaang…! I love it…! Hn! Hnnnngh!! I love it…! Haaauuung!!”
Nuzzle! Nuzzle! Rub-rub! Nuzzle!
Holding A-young close, Tae-yang used the bounce of the mattress to work his hips, driving his massive fully erect cock into the willful little filly’s pussy. Being forgiven already felt wonderful — and now she was receiving rough love down below on top of it. A deep sense of safety settled over her, and A-young kept nuzzling her face into his chest, pure happiness written all over her.