Chapter 49
April 2.
Today is not April Fool's Day.
“Mm…, haa…. ‥Ah…?”
“Tsk…, ah. You awake?”
The moment I open my eyes, I see the crown of the head of the man I hate most in the world.
A place I normally can't even look at.
The fact that his densely packed hair has entered my field of vision
could only mean one thing.
“Hey, wait, Kang Ju-hyeok…!”
“What?”
“Stop, just…, mm…!”
As though it were an ordinary part of everyday life,
his hair tickles my skin as he suckles my nipples from early morning.
We're wearing nothing but a pair of panties each.
Where this is.
How we ended up falling asleep together.
I wish I didn't even remember, but I remember it all too clearly.
“Hoo, ah. It's sweet. Surprisingly.”
Only after sucking at my breast for a long while does he climb off me.
Then, without even giving me time to escape, he pulls me tightly against him from behind.
He slips down the underwear I put on before bed last night,
lowers his own underwear, which had bulged with his erection,
and presses the head of his cock against the vaginal opening he'd tormented so thoroughly yesterday.
“Haa…, stop it, you crazy bastard….”
“I'm not planning to put it in now. …Not unless you start thrusting yourself against me like yesterday.”
I hate Kang Ju-hyeok for shamelessly spouting that nonsense, but I can't refute him.
I provoked him with my own mouth, telling him to pounce on me,
and with my own mouth, I told him to do whatever he wanted.
Even if my head had grown dizzy enough for my reason to snap, there was no way that alone would make him show me mercy.
I know.
That's why I provoked him,
because I shifted all the blame onto the me of last night.
“You were begging me to fuck you like that. You're pretty quiet today, huh?”
“…That wasn't me yesterday.”
“Oh, whatever. Let's call it that. Sure, sure.”
I don't even get angry at things like this anymore.
Whether he pushes the cock he'd pressed against my opening straight inside,
or pulls it back and rubs it between my buttocks,
it's no more disgusting than usual.
Kang Ju-hyeok pretending to look normal,
and Kang Ju-hyeok completely overcome with lust,
are equally revolting anyway.
“Move. …I'm going to wash.”
“Want to shower together?”
“…Do whatever you want or don't…, eek…!”
Still, dangling from his shoulder,
I can never get used to the feeling that I'd crash straight into the floor if he relaxed his grip even a little.
But will I get used to this someday too?
Just as I'm gradually becoming steeped in the sex that drags me to rock bottom and ravages me without mercy,
will I someday get used to this feeling too,
as if I'm floating weightlessly above the clouds.
Someday.
…Will I get used to it?
To this man.
Little by little.
***
There was only one reason I hadn't fucked her in bed.
I want to ejaculate while kissing her,
but your breath smells before you brush your teeth, you know.
Mine or hers.
Well…,
Still, could it really be worse than semen?
“Mmph…, ngh….”
Instead, giving up that option made the feeling of having my cock sucked first thing in the morning rather special.
The droplets pouring from the showerhead, striking her back and head before cooling and splashing back onto me, pleasantly cool my heated body too.
As I toy with the wet hair of a woman who is practically perfect sexually,
I contentedly watch her full breasts and sharp eyes keep trembling.
“Pha…. Mmph….”
Of course, no one could call her blowjob skillful—not even as a compliment.
To begin with, she can't swallow even half my cock, and her tongue barely moves.
Still, I've made her do it five or six times, and she's still so clumsy that she's downright pathetic.
A blowjob where she doesn't let her teeth touch me; rather than sucking, it feels like she's simply holding it in her mouth.
At least she remembered my advice to use her hand, so the sensation of her briskly stroking the base of my cock and making even my scrotum sway was fairly decent.
Since it was hairless, I'd like to shove it all the way down her throat if possible.
But I hold back; I don't want to watch my roommate puke first thing in the morning.
“Spit it out.”
“…Haa, what now….”
“Don't suck my cock. Lick this or suck it instead. Your jaw looks tired.”
Instead, I point lightly at my scrotum and order her to lick it in place of my cock.
Seo Ha-eun immediately screws up her face, but soon resigns herself, sticks out her tongue like a squirrel, and laps at my scrotum.
When I frown at the sight, she lets out a long sigh, then cautiously opens her mouth and takes my scrotum in it.
Even if she'd washed them clean herself, those parts still looked filthy on a physiological level.
Watching a genetically superior woman timidly deep-throat such places gives me a sense of conquest equal to when I filled her pussy with my cum.
…Her hand is just sitting there in the middle of all this, Seo Ha-eun.
After wondering what to do,
I interlace my fingers with the hand that has nowhere to go.
“…Haa, you like this kind of thing…?”
“Don't ask the obvious. Just keep sucking. …Not too hard.”
“….”
Although my fully erect cock itself receives no stimulation, my urge to ejaculate rises even higher than before.
All I'm doing is interlacing my fingers with a woman kneeling before me, her eyes full of fear, while she lewdly sucks on my scrotum.
Ah, of course, I did fuck her hard yesterday in her school uniform, filling her pussy with my cum.
And I did suck her nipples to force her awake first thing in the morning, then shove her into the bathroom.
But this pleasure, inexplicable as ordinary lust, sends prickling sensations from my perineum up my spine.
“Ah…, hoo….”
“…Hmph.”
When I let out that satisfying sensation in a loud sigh, Seo Ha-eun, who had been licking my scrotum, snorts and mouths my testicles.
Conveying that electric pleasure to her by squeezing our interlaced hands tightly, Seo Ha-eun lets out another loud snort, then starts glaring up at me with an irritated look.
That gaze was overflowing with the rebellious spirit that hadn't even left a trace yesterday.
Desire boils over at a look so quintessentially hers,
so I unclasp our fingers and grab the back of Seo Ha-eun's head, slamming her face against my cock.
“Mmph….”
The beautiful woman's face, buried against my cock with her tongue sticking out, twists violently.
Disgust, annoyance, contempt.
Those negative emotions surge all the way to the top of her head, then quickly turn into a resigned expression.
That attitude, as if nothing I did mattered to her.
I could plainly see what sort of mindset she was using to keep herself together,
but I didn't particularly want to shatter it completely.
It wouldn't hurt me anyway,
…since she'll destroy herself on her own.
“…Wipe off the spit and lean against the wall.”
“….”
Seo Ha-eun looks up at me with an impassive expression.
I point the showerhead at her breasts, which look as though water would pool between them even if she merely crossed her arms, and redirect the stream that had been warming her back.
After taking the warm water for a moment, Seo Ha-eun soon politely cups both hands, rinses her mouth, even washes her face with the water, and abruptly stands up.
Even standing straight, she only comes up to my shoulders. I push her against the glass wall of the shower stall, step back slightly, and pour hot water over her sexy backside.
Before long,
“……Are you satisfied now?”
“…That's more like it.”
She
politely takes hold of her buttocks and spreads them apart,
offering me her vulva.
The pussy that seals shut so tightly when she doesn't spread it that even the flesh inside is barely visible.
She bares it completely, asking me to feast on it.
“…Haa….”
I don't refuse; I eagerly devour the breakfast she has laid out for me with such care.
Slap, slap.
The water on our bodies slaps against itself, and loud sounds reverberate through the enclosed space.
“…It's a relief this isn't a dangerous day. I was going to come inside you anyway.”
“How do you know that….”
“I know when you get your period. …Isn't it in three days?”
“You crazy bastard….”
Even though she's discovered an embarrassing secret she wouldn't want exposed as a woman, she doesn't get all that angry.
She must already have countless weaknesses and secrets exposed.
She's never had sex with anyone but the man she hates most in the world.
She's never kissed anyone but the man she despises most in the world.
When the man she finds most disgusting vigorously scrapes her vaginal walls, her back trembles.
When the man she loathes most pinches her nipples, pathetic moans leak out.
The man she hates most in the world—
when the man who knows her best stimulates her here, she feels it intensely and comes.
Even weaknesses she herself never knew about,
all of them.
“You don't get pregnant that easily anyway. …If you're really worried, take some medicine as soon as your period starts. I'll buy it for you.”
“Haa…, you feed it to me, then think I won't know you're going to try again…?”
“I'll do it even if I don't give you any. …If you really hate it, don't take it.”
“….”
It is perfectly natural for me to want to ejaculate inside such a soft, yielding woman.
Imagining her womb filled with the unwanted man's semen, spurting and spurting.
Because Seo Ha-eun, trembling and praying that she wouldn't ovulate, was more arousing than I could have imagined at the time.
Whether she wants it or not,
I have no intention whatsoever of refraining from spraying sperm into the pussy that puts on such pitifully coquettish airs every time I thrust deep inside her.
“I wasn't joking about what I said last time. …If it happens, it happens. You know getting a rich man's daughter pregnant is every man's dream, right?”
“You crazy bastard….”
Whether it happens or not,
that's entirely her decision.
She can do as she pleases.
She'll never starve to death anyway.
“If you beg me to marry you, I'll think about it at least once…, so do as you please. …I'll fuck you if you want me to.”
“As if I'd ever do something like that…, you fucking psycho…!”
A woman who spreads her own pussy with her hands,
while pressing her full breasts flat against the glass,
and whose vaginal walls tremble as hard as her pounding heart,
“…I'll fuck you every day except when you're on your period, so don't worry even if you get pregnant. Got it?”
“What do you mean, got it…! Mm…, oooh……♡”
There is absolutely no way I could fail.
A cute pet.
A beautiful face.
Sexy breasts.
…It's the stereotype of success, isn't it.