Chapter 10: Club Girl Park Min-seo – "Mmm. Sex... I Love It."
"Hey, are you serious about today?"
The sound that made the club's heart beat slammed into her body.
Park Min-seo swayed without a thought in her head.
"I'm asking if you're actually going to do it."
"Do what."
Even at Min-seo's curt reply, her friend leaned in and all but shouted into her ear.
"Sex!"
Min-seo frowned, but she didn't deny it.
Her friend's eyes went wide, and Min-seo watched her turn to the others.
"She's having sex tonight!"
Sex.
The word alone summoned a certain bastard's face unbidden.
Fuck.
She had already forgotten him — and to forget him even harder, she threw herself into dancing with a vengeance.
"Ooooh. Min-seo's finally sitting with a guy tonight?"
"Right? We told you waiting for that asshole was pointless."
Their words irritated her, but she had nothing to say back.
She had been the idiot.
Calling it first love, she had even waited through his military service.
"Our Min-seo's a real pure-hearted girl."
Her friends had said it like a joke.
"There are still girls who wait for a guy in the army?"
"Dude, your boyfriend must've saved the country in a past life."
Every time, Min-seo had felt proud of herself.
It was foolish, but back then it made her feel like she was a slightly better person.
If she had given him her virginity on top of that, she might have actually killed him.
Fuck.
She should have listened to her friends.
Even when they came to the club together, she would announce she had a boyfriend, refuse to sit with any men, and play the part of the chaste, devoted woman.
She had fought with her friends over it more than once.
The result: nearly two years of her precious youth, left to rot.
"Hey. Min-seo."
While she was dancing — whether because her friends were decent-looking enough, or because men were simply always in heat — a group of guys approached.
Faces handsome enough to match their confident swagger.
She could see the corners of her friends' mouths lift on their own.
Ugh.
Was she really going to have sex?
With a stranger — a man she met for the first time tonight at a club?
And for her first time, no less?
The thought that she might offer her virginity to one of those guys left her unsettled.
But the numbers didn't match. There were more women than men.
Min-seo's side had one extra.
"I'm out."
"Hey, Park Min-seo!"
Her friends tried to stop her. The men rushed to say they had called one more guy who was on his way — clearly terrified the whole thing would fall apart.
At this rate she was going to fight with her friends again.
"Call me when the extra one shows. I'll keep dancing."
The odds that they had actually called someone else were low, and Min-seo slipped away with a quiet sense of relief.
She still wasn't ready.
Don't tell me I still like that bastard?
But he was my first love.
She kept dancing until the effort caught up with her and she drifted toward the edge of the floor. That was when one of the club staff approached.
There was a guy who had come alone, ordered expensive whiskey, and was drinking by himself. Would she care to join him?
Without much thought she glanced over. At a table sat a man dressed casually for a club, knocking back whiskey.
Whiskey.
It went down better than soju, at least.
And it was a night she was thirsty for a drink.
She could just sit, have a few, and leave. Nothing would happen.
Min-seo walked over and took a seat.
It was probably her imagination, but she thought she heard a whistle cut through the speakers' music.
Park Min-seo could not collect her thoughts.
"Hwaaang! Ah, hwaang! Aaang—!"
Her mind was a blur, but her body ignored it entirely, driving the stimulation harder and harder.
From her mouth, against her will, poured nothing but lewd cries.
W-what is happening?
She had definitely been at the club.
Through her hazy vision, someone was looking down at her, sweating.
A man.
Not handsome, exactly — an ordinary face with something strange in the eyes.
A dangerous look that made her thighs twitch.
A soft squeeze.
Is someone touching my breasts? Ah, my nipples… they're so sensitive…!
As both nipples were tormented, her hips began to move on their own.
That small rebellion meant nothing.
Something terrifying drove into her below, and against her will Min-seo felt her back arch like a drawn bow, lifting off the bed.
"Hweook."
Her lower body trembled violently, still joined to the man, and from her throat came a sound beyond a woman gasping for air — something closer to an animal.
Min-seo could not believe that sound had come from her own throat.
If anyone else had heard it, she would never have been able to lift her head again for the shame.
Orgasm after orgasm had left her body in a permanent state of vibration.
She no longer even knew whether she was shaking or not.
What the hell. No… at this rate my body's going to break!
Pssht. Psshhht.
At first she thought she had wet herself without realizing.
Then she understood it wasn't urine.
Is this… that squirting thing?
Knowledge she had picked up from the internet and porn, trying to please a boyfriend, floated up.
Arousal fluid coming out like piss.
Something she had never experienced once while masturbating.
She had never had sex with her boyfriend either, so whenever those scenes appeared in porn she had just found them curious and moved on.
"Heuk!"
She could no longer even form a proper voice.
Only the ragged gasps of someone drowning.
But the pleasure never stopped. It smashed through the boundary of orgasms she had already lost count of, tormenting her as if it meant to wreck her brain.
This is sex?
It no longer felt like her own body.
Forget squirting — this pleasure was on a level she could never have imagined, nothing like touching herself alone.
Until now she had thought sex was just a moderately pleasant act.
Porn was exaggerated for men, after all.
And she had never heard any of her friends' stories describe pleasure this overwhelming.
Ah… no. Really. I've hit my limit for real.
She had no idea how much fluid she had poured out below.
And the heat of her whole body had soaked her in sweat from head to toe.
Her throat had gone dry long ago from the endless moans.
"Hup!"
The man's groan as he kept ravaging her.
As if putting a final stamp on it, he drove his cock against the mouth of her womb — and the entrance, already drawn down by the relentless stimulation, kissed the head of his cock in welcome.
"——!"
Mouth open, Min-seo trembled through her entire body.
This is actually dangerous now!
Just a little further.
A tiny bit more and she would lose consciousness.
She might even go mad.
She wouldn't go mad — but her brain, drunk on pleasure, was no longer doing its job.
"Haa. You were fucking incredible."
The man collapsed onto her, draping his body over hers.
Under that weight — and as he settled, the cock still buried inside her pushed a little deeper and tapped her cervix once more — Min-seo clung to him with arms and legs like a cicada gripping a tree.
Th-that was close…
She had almost blacked out for real.
Just when she thought it was over and let her guard down — a sudden kiss against her womb.
Panting, Min-seo looked at the profile of the man who had tormented her so thoroughly.
This guy. He's the one from the club table. The one drinking whiskey.
A body she had never granted to a single person — not even her boyfriend.
The man who had ravaged that body like a beast was the stranger she had first seen at the club.
Why… when did I come to a motel?
She had decided she would have sex, yes.
But she also hadn't wanted to.
She wasn't a slut.
Sex was something you only did with someone you loved.
Even after the breakup, the traces of her first love ran deep.
Bastard though he was, whenever she thought about meeting someone new — and that she would end up having sex with that someone — her ex would surface and a strange guilt would settle over her.
But now, why…
This languor. This man's scent. My head feels so foggy.
The orgasms he had given her.
After those, even the thought of her ex no longer meant a thing.
The man shifted, finding the position a little uncomfortable.
The cock still buried in her pussy — packed full of cum and her own fluids — moved and stroked her inner walls.
Hnnngh…. Sex is the best.
Wrapped in a happiness too complete for words, Park Min-seo drifted into sleep.
So what the hell was I supposed to do about this?
The club girl seemed to think she was a baby koala. She had locked her arms around me and fallen asleep.
After coming, my erection had died, and every time I tried to pull my cock free of her pussy—
"Mmm. Sex… I love it."
—she murmured that right against my ear and shifted her body.
Her soft flesh, breasts and all, rubbed against me, and my cock — even as it was dying — tried to salvage its pride and stood right back up.
Separating the joined cock and pussy was a lost cause for now.
I could force it if I wanted, but it felt good, so I left myself buried.
Honestly I wanted to fall asleep right there in her arms.
But we had sweated so much that my whole body felt clammy and gross.
And below the waist it was even worse — a mess of the cum and juices that had leaked out of her.
I reached behind my neck and pried her hands free.
When I sat up, her legs loosened on their own.
"Haa."
I looked down with real regret at the cock still planted in her pussy, then pulled it out.
I was done. Truly done.
Even in my twenties I had never had sex this intense.
I hadn't even had sex as a teenager, and I had never blown this much load jerking off either.
A thick trickle.
As the head slipped free, it dragged out a clotted mass of her juices and my cum from inside her.
It had congealed so thoroughly in there that just looking at it was sticky.
Damn. How much did I dump in her.
I had pumped so much that if she didn't get pregnant it would feel like the universe was cheating me.
Her womb had to be packed solid with cum, right?
Could hypnosis stop a pregnancy?
Awkward as it was, I had already done the deed — pregnancy was tomorrow's problem.
First, a shower.
And I should clean her up too. Would she wake if I tried?
"Hey. You. Excuse me. Wake up."
No matter how much I shook her, she wouldn't rise.
I tried pinching her nipples and clit while gently waking her.
"Mmm…."
Well. Leave her sleeping, or try again later.
I needed to eat something first.
I hadn't had dinner.
Empty stomach, whiskey and fruit snacks, then a marathon of sex — I wasn't getting to sleep without a late-night meal.
It was about two in the morning. Order delivery, shower while I waited, eat, then sleep. Perfect.
Part of me wanted to test whether hypnosis worked on a sleeping person.
But using it on the same person meant waiting a week.
I ordered beef hangover soup.
The room reeked of cum and arousal, so I cracked a window, showered, and came out to find the delivery already at the door.
I had ordered two bowls.
Maybe try waking her again.
"Hey. Hey. Hey!"
"Umm…?"
Unlike before, she reacted a little.
"Get up. You need to wash before you sleep. I ordered hangover soup. Eat that and then sleep."
"Mmm-mmm. Just wanna sleep…."
"Yeah, but. I came inside. You okay with that?"
"Yes…. I took… the pill…."
Pill? She meant birth control, right?
Thank god. Whether for sex or for her period, she had been on the pill.
I had only just figured out how to make a woman mine through hypnosis — I had nearly gotten a kid out of the first experiment.
Pregnancy wasn't that easy, sure, but I had dumped an absurd amount in her.
Still.
Looking at the club girl, already breathing soft and even again, I felt a real pang of regret.
I had wanted to fall asleep holding that soft body tight.
Right now she was caked in sweat, cum, and her own juices.
I would just have to wipe her down as best I could with a towel.
I ate my hangover soup with her naked body as the side dish — looking, touching — and then settled in to sleep.
.
.
.
"Why won't you do it again? I'll extend the motel time myself, so please just have sex with me."
What was I supposed to do?
"I'll come whenever you call, so just give me your number!"
The club girl clung to my leg — no, to my cock — and wouldn't let go.