Please Fuck Me Every Day
When I woke up that morning, my whole body ached.
Especially my cock.
After working overtime for the first time in a while, it was complaining of exhaustion. Part of it was how thoroughly I'd drained myself until it was raw and swollen, but there also seemed to be residual strain from the fine-tuned adjustments I'd made to my commands mid-hypnosis. Just a guess, though.
Beside me, the club girl lay sound asleep, her face turned toward mine.
She had a rather pretty face. And she was naked — her breasts and nipples peeked out from under the covers. I was already stiff and aching from morning wood, and the sight made my cock swell even further, the pain intensifying.
With a sort of well, at least you can be happy attitude, I took her hand and wrapped it around my cock.
A cock really does need a woman's hand on it.
I was basking in that pleasant feeling when—
"Mmm…"
The club girl stirred, then opened her eyes.
Blink. Blink.
Her drowsy eyes fluttered several times before they found me — and instantly went wide.
"…"
Her pupils wavered awkwardly.
"Sleep well?"
She just stared at me, eyes still huge.
"Looks like we passed out without washing up last night. Want to go shower first?"
Speaking formally felt weird, so I just used casual speech. She looked way younger than me anyway. Probably a college student.
"Ah… ah…"
She seemed to piece together the situation and remember last night all at once. Embarrassment and panic flooded her face as she squeezed her eyes shut. Her cheeks went red in an instant.
Heh. Cute.
"I had a really good time last night. Seemed like you did too."
Finding her reaction adorable, I stroked her cheek. She flinched and yanked the blanket up over her head.
"Ugh…"
Muffled sounds of flustered thrashing came from under the covers. A mischievous urge bubbled up.
You do realize we're under the same blanket right now, don't you?
I pulled her waist toward me under the covers.
"Kyah!"
My cock pressed against her belly, just above her pussy. She felt it too — she panicked and shoved at my body, but with us facing each other on the bed, she couldn't get much leverage.
I flipped the blanket back. Mid-push, her face was exposed, and she covered it in a flustered panic.
"Go wash up first. We went at it pretty hard last night."
I'd wiped her down with a towel, sure — but the cum packed inside her pussy would have kept leaking out. As a little nudge, I gave her ass a couple of light pats.
"Kyah!"
She scrambled up, covering herself, and bolted for the bathroom.
Nice view. This was exactly why you had sex with a woman and slept over.
A moment later, the sound of running water. I sat up on the edge of the bed and took stock.
Yesterday had been a lot. Hard to believe it was still Sunday.
What to do today?
First priority: hypnosis practice. I needed to build proficiency fast. And for that, nothing beat sex. Hypnosis sex.
But my body wasn't in any shape for hypnosis sex right now. Push any further and I might end up in a hospital. Regular sex was hard enough — a hypnotized pussy thrashing around to milk every drop of cum out of me? The thought was almost frightening.
And if I just put someone under and had sex without the full package, unless they were blackout drunk, the memory loss would leave a mess to clean up afterward.
The fact that hypnosis could even touch physical sensation… that was an insane discovery. As of today, I was a sex master.
Maybe this afternoon I'd head out, hang around some pickup bars or near the clubs, look for more usable women?
I still needed to keep grinding proficiency, so after breakfast I could hit the neighborhood playground and find some little kids to practice on.
Honestly, what I really wanted was to spend the whole day in bed with a woman, pounding a hypnosis-upgraded pussy. Maybe I should start eating stuff good for stamina?
I wanted to raise my hypnosis proficiency fast — level it up, if that was even a thing — and extend the duration. Otherwise, since I couldn't re-hypnotize the same person right away, it'd be one in the morning, one at lunch, one in the evening, and one more as a late-night snack. That'd really fill me up.
I was lost in those horny thoughts when it suddenly hit me — why was I still hanging around a motel? If I wasn't going to have sex, I should just go home.
"Wash up and head out. It was fun."
I knocked on the bathroom door as I said it, turning to leave—
Thud-thud-thud.
Click!
Wet footprints slapped across the floor inside, and the door flew open.
"W-wait? You're leaving?"
"Uh… yeah. I should go."
She stood there dripping, panic on her face. Through the open door, her wet naked body was fully visible. She'd been in such a rush she hadn't even grabbed a towel.
Horny again.
Feeling my gaze, she hid behind the door, embarrassed. But looking at her face — she was flushed far beyond simple shyness.
No way…?
"Wh-what is it?"
I grabbed her arm and pulled her out in front of me. She didn't really resist — just lowered her eyes and let herself be dragged.
"Kyah! Wh-why?"
Squelch. Squelch.
My hand went straight for her pussy, and she jerked her hips back.
"Hold still. Let me check what you were doing in the shower."
"W-what…?"
I pulled her back with one arm, drawing her waist in. She looked flustered, but somewhere in her expression was anticipation as she twisted her legs together.
"I had a feeling. Why is it wet inside if you were just showering? Were you masturbating in there?"
I slid a finger along her folds and pushed in. No resistance. Her already-slick pussy welcomed my finger gladly.
"Ah…!"
Her face went pure mortified as she tried to pull away — but my arm was already locked around her waist.
"Nngh…"
In the end she leaned her wet body against mine and started to feel my touch. My left hand found her left breast; my mouth took her right nipple.
Suck. Suck.
"Ah… ah…"
Meanwhile my right hand rubbed her clit with my thumb while my middle finger scraped along the upper ridges of her vaginal walls. Working her G-spot and clit at the same time, tormenting both nipples—
"Hwaaang…"
She trembled weakly and came.
"Feel good?"
I smirked. She nodded twice, shy-faced.
Pat. Pat. Soft and squishy.
"Alright, I'm heading out."
I gave her pussy a couple of taps, fondled her breasts one last regretful time, and started to pull away—
She made a choked sound, eyes going round. Then her arms locked around my neck.
"N-no!"
Her face was right in front of mine. Her eyes were shaking with raw anxiety.
"Y-you're leaving? Already?"
She'd gone pale. Why was she this shocked?
"Well, business is done. I need to go home and rest."
Her lips parted like she wanted to say something, then suddenly pressed against mine.
Peck.
Huh? What was that?
"…Um, so… one more time… want to? There's still time left…"
She kept her head down, only her reddened ears and cheeks visible — but she wouldn't let go of my neck.
"Last night was that good, huh? Good enough to masturbate in the shower."
I dropped a hand and kneaded her ass. Mm. Firm.
"M-masturbating is…! Th-that's… it was good… really good. Amazing."
I was ridiculously proud of myself. A woman so into the sex we'd had that she bolted out of the shower mid-wash just to cling to me when I said I was leaving. Was this the power of a Hypnosis Orgasm?
"But I'm pretty tired."
I could do it if I had to. But even if I wanted to, fatigue aside — I couldn't use a Hypnosis Orgasm again. I wouldn't be able to give her what she was hoping for.
"You're just leaving? Like this?"
Maybe her pride was wounded — hanging on naked and still getting rejected. Resentment and bruised ego sat in her eyes.
Fair enough. Looking at her face alone, she probably got plenty of attention. And this wasn't even a normal rejection — she was naked and seducing me, and I still wouldn't have sex. As a woman, that had to sting.
"I… this is embarrassing and awkward to say, but. I'm not that kind of girl."
"…Huh?"
The sudden non sequitur pulled formal speech out of me.
"I mean… it was my first time…"
First time? First time what?
She wasn't saying she was a virgin, was she?
No way — even with hypnosis, that body last night had been a virgin's?
"It's true!"
My skeptical look put tears welling in her eyes. Then the club girl — or rather, as she introduced herself, Park Min-seo — kept talking.
According to Park Min-seo, her first love had waited for her through his military service, then dumped her. In a fit of spite she'd decided to ditch the pure-girl act, start dating guys freely, and followed her friends to a club. There she'd met me, and the next thing she knew she was having sex in a motel.
And it had been incredible. Her friends had never described sex as being anything like this. She'd wondered if this was even real sex. Wondered what she'd been protecting all this time.
She rambled on, face flushed red, eyes darting unsteadily — but the gist was clear. She wasn't a slut. Meeting a guy at a club and having sex was a first for her. No — sex itself was a first. So don't treat her like she was dirty.
In other words: she didn't want to just let the man who'd given her that transcendent night walk away.
Looking into the anxious, drooping eyes of this young woman, a deep satisfaction filled my chest.
I'd thought she was just some party girl. And she'd been a virgin? And I'd taken that?
"Alright. Alright, just finish washing up and come out. I'll wait."
"Okay!"
Park Min-seo's face lit up. I watched her light steps carry her back into the bathroom and considered.
Hmm. Still… tying myself to just one woman felt wasteful, didn't it?
Objectively and subjectively, Park Min-seo was a woman too good for me. Twenty-one years old, a college junior — nine years younger. Pretty face, too. And most importantly, despite all that, a virgin. A woman who'd given me her purity.
But that was all pre-hypnosis thinking. Just off the top of my head, two other women flashed through my mind. The girl next door and her friend. With beauties like that available, locking onto one woman would be a waste of the hypnosis ability.
I finished that garbage thought without a shred of guilt and waited for Park Min-seo.
Click.
She came out of the shower, shy-faced, body wrapped in a towel.
"Um… my clothes…"
She asked for the clothes hanging on the chair. I patted the bed beside me.
Pat. Pat.
"Come sit here. Clothes later."
A chance to touch that warm, soft body fresh from the shower. No way I was letting her get dressed.
She bit her lower lip lightly, then came over in little quick steps. When she reached me and stood there not knowing what to do—
"Kyah."
I pulled her down onto my lap.
Ah. I want to fuck her.
Squeeze. Squeeze.
"So you just want to have sex before we part ways this morning? Or do you want to keep seeing me?"
I kneaded her soft breasts as I asked.
"B-both…"
"Both?"
"I want to have… sex. And I also want to… keep seeing you, oppa…"
Why was she so cute? Sitting sideways on my thigh, head bowed, leaning against my chest, saying it all embarrassed—
I'll say it again. I want to fuck her.
But I had to save myself for another woman tonight.
"Both might be a little hard, though."
"Ah…"
She looked up at me, disappointment on her face. Despair darkened her expression.
"Like I said, I overdid it last night while already exhausted, so sex is tough. And — I don't love saying this, but I don't like being tied down to one woman."
Look at me, spouting alpha-male lines.
"One more time."
It was a desperate cry — wounded pride mixed with shame and raw desire. Both hands clenched on her own thighs, body trembling slightly as she spoke.
"I… I figured you were a bad guy, oppa. Last night was the first time I'd ever felt anything like… like that…"
Figured I was a bad guy. She was probably just confused because the sex had been that good. Maybe I was just that skilled.
"But if you're okay with it, oppa… then I… I'm okay too. So even if I'm just one of many… for now…"
Her openly saying she was fine being a side piece made my already-hard cock surge with presence. Park Min-seo felt it too — she looked between her thighs, then spread her legs a little and wrapped her hand around my cock.
Maybe I should've been naked too?
"Why won't you do it again? I'll extend the motel time myself… just one more time like last night, okay?"
Emotion had surged up; tears welled in her eyes.
"Was it bad with me?"
"No. It was good. The best."
"Then why…? Why won't you do it again? Let's have sex! Every day, every single day! If you call me, I'll come right away! Please have sex with me every day. Please fuck me every day!"
Sudden full throttle. Was this how a virgin moved?
"Whoa… fiery."
She knew how shameless she sounded — her face was beet red. She furrowed her brows hard, then—
Hah.
Her lips crashed into mine.
"I'll be good, oppa. Don't throw me away. I'll do whatever you say. Even the dirty stuff. All of it. I'll be good."
She whispered it against my mouth, breath deep and close.
A sudden declaration of sexual slavery. This wasn't some side effect of hypnosis, was it?
But a pretty girl was clinging to me this hard. Even if I couldn't give her a Hypnosis Orgasm, I at least had to fuck her properly.
I grabbed Park Min-seo's head and kissed her hard. She kissed back like she'd been waiting for it, stripping off my clothes.
We extended the motel time.