The Call (3)
A pleasant scent hung in the air.
Overcome by a sudden wave of exhaustion, I drifted off while gazing at Yurin’s face, a faint smile still lingering on her lips.
My arms refused to move properly.
Something soft and yielding pressed against my back.
The uncomfortable state of my body sparked a sharp sense of danger, and sleep fled from me all at once.
When I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was Yurin rummaging through her bag, pulling things out one by one.
I checked myself and discovered I was lying on the bed with my arms bound behind my back.
“Huh?”
I stared in blank confusion at the sudden turn of events until Yurin’s voice reached me.
“Awake already? You were sleeping so soundly.”
“What the hell is this? Even for you, this is crossing the line.”
With my body tied up like this, it was painfully obvious what she intended to do.
Through the half-open bag I could see all sorts of adult toys packed inside.
“I’m just taking care of yesterday’s and today’s sexual needs. I won’t hurt you, so don’t worry.”
“We’re still in your parents’ house. What if they catch us?”
I couldn’t begin to understand what was going through Yurin’s head, that she would try something like this under her own parents’ roof.
Was her mind completely flooded with lust?
She had always been the type to chase pleasure, but ever since her awakening she had started treating my body like a sexual toy to play with however she pleased.
Before, it had at least been sex that satisfied her. Now she acted as if milking every drop of semen from me was fun in itself, even if she didn’t get off.
“It’s fine. This is my parents’ house, but it’s also mine. This used to be my room, after all.”
That much was true, yet to me it still felt like someone else’s home.
Not the apartment where my girlfriend Yurin lived alone, but the house she shared with her parents.
The shame if we were caught would be unbearable, yet Yurin spoke as if she had seized a golden opportunity and had no intention of letting it slip away.
“Did the thought of getting caught turn you on? You’re already pretty hard even without me helping.”
Now she was tormenting me with words as well.
Her behavior was so shameless it made me wonder whether her earlier apology for nearly killing me had been sincere at all.
Still, that regret had probably been real, so she wouldn’t go as far as last time and push me to the brink of death.
“I’m not planning on actual sex, though. If we tried to satisfy each other properly it would take all night.”
Yurin continued speaking as she held up the item she had taken from the bag.
It was something I had occasionally seen in adult-product ads even in my previous life.
An onahole.
“They say this is a masturbation toy for men. Apparently it feels better than a hand, so I wanted to try it once. If it’s good, I’ll use it a lot.”
She spoke with complete nonchalance, as if my body already belonged to her.
The amount I had cum when Yurin had used her hand last time had been beyond imagination.
This time she clearly intended to experiment on me with a tool.
I could already picture her milking me dry like a dairy cow, right up to my absolute limit.
My breath caught in my throat.
What Yurin was about to do wasn’t sexual relief or sex. It was pure sexual torture.
“Please… stop…”
“You say stop, but your cock stands up every single time. Look how happy it is, begging for more. You’re so dishonest.”
She chuckled, eyes fixed on the erection jutting up from my lower body.
I had only recently learned that men in this world had such low libido that they almost never got hard unless a woman deliberately forced them to.
That was why Yurin had always looked so pleased whenever she forced me to ejaculate the moment my cock rose.
Women here overflowed with lust; as long as they had the strength to lift a spoon they wanted sex, and if their stamina held they would chase orgasm after orgasm without limit.
Because I kept ejaculating and still had energy left, I inevitably got violated until I could no longer get hard.
To someone whose sexual concepts had been shaped in my previous life, it made no sense.
Even back then, almost no man would keep fucking a woman after she had passed out.
Now that I was on the receiving end, Yurin felt like nothing less than a tyrant on the bed.
In this world, women apparently took pride every time a man got hard for them.
They even felt ashamed if they came first, so I finally understood why she was so determined to wring me dry.
Making me cum until I couldn’t get hard again was simply more natural to her than climaxing first herself.
No wonder she always looked so delighted whenever I got erect.
Still, I had to struggle as hard as I could.
If she went too far, this stopped being pleasure and became pure exploitation and torture.
“Yurin, if I cum too much like last time it hurts. Something like this won’t even satisfy you. Please, I’ll let you do whatever you want later, just… please…”
“I’m only going to do it for a little while today. It won’t even take an hour.”
In the end she was admitting she would only do it briefly—yet that still meant she planned to drain me until I couldn’t get hard again in a short span of time.
A faint flicker of anticipation mixed with the overwhelming dread of any sexual act with Yurin.
The pleasure was so intense it felt like torture designed to wreck a person’s mind.
“Is this how you do it?”
She began sliding the toy down over my cock.
She tried to force it on dry and tight; the strength of her grip combined with the rough friction sent a sharp pain through me.
“Ah… ah! Ah! Stop…”
Ignoring my protests, she shoved my cock all the way to the end of the toy.
Seeing my face flush bright red from the intense sensation, Yurin looked as if she had done everything correctly.
“I’ll start moving it now.”
“It still hurts. It’s too tight. If you rub it without any liquid… th-that… it’ll tear.”
“What will tear?”
She wore a sly expression, clearly trying to make me say it out loud.
Not a chance.
No matter how much I was forced to endure, my sexual values were still closer to those of my previous life.
I might possess a pathetic cock that became completely helpless once something was on it, but I wasn’t so embarrassed that I couldn’t speak the way men of this world supposedly were.
“My cock.”
“…”
Yurin’s expression turned wildly aroused the moment she heard the word.
Huh?
Something felt wrong.
Every time she made that face, she had always fucked my body until it felt like it would break.
Thinking back on what I had just said, it was the equivalent of a man in my previous life inserting a dildo into a woman, the woman screaming that she was going to tear, the man asking “tear what?”, and her answering “my pussy.”
The situation was so arousing that my cock grew even harder and larger inside the toy.
Even though Yurin was holding the onahole, she must have felt the thing inside it swell and stiffen further.
Ah… this is bad.
Suddenly Yurin pulled the onahole off my cock and reached back into her bag.
She took out a bottle of lube, filled the onahole to the brim, then came back toward me.
“I figured it would hurt if I tried to stroke it like that.”
Her expression said she had known all along.
Lately I had often seen the sadistic side of her that enjoyed watching me in pain.
Or maybe it had been there from our very first time.
The excessive obsession that wanted to see every possible reaction my body could give during sex—that part wasn’t wrong.
Now that my body had a way to recover on its own, she might even start the physical torment she had previously held back.
She fitted the lube-filled onahole over my cock again.
A cold, slippery sensation mixed with the same tight squeeze as before.
It wasn’t quite as painfully tight as earlier, yet Yurin immediately began stroking it hard and fast, as if she couldn’t hold back any longer.
“Seon-a, I’ve been thinking about this for a while.”
Sudden pleasure tore a moan from my throat.
“Ah… ahh… hngh… wh-what…?”
“I wanted to experiment and find out just how many times you can cum.”
My childhood friend and lover Yurin was a genuine crazy bitch.
I never imagined she would say something like that so casually.
“Ah… hah… m-my body… hah… isn’t… a toy… ahh…”
My moan-laced answer only excited her more; she sped up the strokes even further.
“You keep making nothing but moaning sounds, so I couldn’t hear what you said. Can you say it again?”
That sadistic expression mixed with clear enjoyment of my reactions.
“Ah-ah!… hngh-ah… my… aaaaah! Ah! Body… aaaaaah! Hngh… haaah… stop… stop…”
The moment I tried to speak again she deliberately tightened her grip and shook the onahole even faster and harder, as if trying to break it.
In the end the overwhelming pleasure forced me to abandon whatever I had been trying to say and simply beg her to stop.
“No♡ You can’t even talk properly, so I don’t see any sincerity. Want to try repeating after me? ‘Please stop, Miss Park Yurin.’”
“Th-… ah… hngh… ah-ah…”
Every time Seon-a tried to form words, Yurin poured strength into her hand and stroked the onahole at a destructive speed.
“Hehehe, the fact that you’re not even asking me to stop means you don’t actually hate it, right?”
“Hyaaaaah… ah!”
She laughed, declaring her opinion correct as she watched Seon-a, who could no longer produce anything but moans.
Inside the toy she held, the cock grew even harder and larger.
It was the signal that ejaculation was approaching.
Last time, Yurin had noticed that the greater the pleasure Seon-a felt right before cumming, the more semen he released and the more forcefully he shot it.
So she had decided to experiment with the method that would make him feel the greatest pleasure and cum the most.
That was why she activated her Acceleration Ability and began stroking the cock that was about to ejaculate with the onahole at a speed far beyond any normal limit.
“Ah aaaaaah! Ah…”
Seon-a, who had been screaming in enormous volume, suddenly went limp mid-ejaculation and fainted with a weak sound.
At the same time an unbelievable quantity of semen erupted like a fire hose under extreme pressure, shooting out in rapid, powerful spurts.
It was more than enough to fill a womb completely and still overflow.
Yurin had never seen Seon-a cum this much before, yet she knew that to empty him completely she would need to do this at least ten more times.
When he released less than half this amount he still averaged over twenty-five ejaculations.
Perhaps because he had just cum and become hypersensitive, the cock kept twitching.
She kept holding the still-spurting cock with the onahole and never stopped using her Acceleration Ability; it continued pumping like a broken faucet with no intention of stopping.
Yurin wanted to see that faucet-like stream of semen one more time.
She had done it once before, and the first time she witnessed that lewd, arousing sight she had felt as if she were peeking at the mystery of men through Seon-a’s body.
Watching Seon-a with his eyes rolled back, his entire body trembling, she thought he looked so happy that she felt relieved.
After the first ejaculation she concentrated her Acceleration Ability solely on her right arm for a full hour and discovered that the ability produced a far greater effect when focused on only one part of the body.
Watching Seon-a repeatedly faint from pleasure and then wake again, Yurin felt a wave of cute, loving affection.
The way his tongue lolled out, the full-body shudders that began the moment he started cumming—
It was a sight no one else could ever see, a sight that belonged only to her.
Those moments of monopolizing a side of Seon-a that no one else possessed were among the happiest for Yurin, which made it hard to stop the sexual act.
It was also the best way to confirm that Seon-a was hers, and above all it was simply fun.
She loved every expression—whether he looked like he was enjoying it or suffering because of her.
That enjoyable time ended abruptly.
Sixteen times in total.
Judging by the volume, Seon-a’s lower body was completely soaked; most of the bed was claimed by the mess, and it even dripped down onto the floor.
The number of times was fewer than usual, yet he had sprayed far more than normal.
Yurin felt a twinge of resentment that this cheap onahole had felt better than her own pussy and made Seon-a cum more.
When she checked the inside, the constant high-speed friction from her Acceleration Ability had worn most of the internal nubs smooth; the toy was now unusable.
A tool is just a tool.
Compared to a flimsy disposable object that wore out and had to be thrown away, her own pussy—which could milk Seon-a dry every single day—was clearly superior.
Yurin tossed the onahole into a trash bag and carried Seon-a toward the bathroom to clean up.