Chapter 113 - Chapter 111: Episode 111
They say that if you keep getting beaten, the fatigue eventually piles up and your will to resist just fades away...
That was exactly where I was right now.
I didn't have the energy to fight back against the rape anymore; I just wanted the moment to pass.
Thwack. Thwack. Thwack.
The Laundry Room Staff was working hard in the cowgirl position, savoring my cock.
She kept kissing me persistently, never once pulling her mouth away, continuing to explore the inside of mine.
Still, as you'd expect from someone who challenged an academy student, she wasn't a premature ejaculator—she'd been working on me for thirty minutes now.
Then, as if she'd suddenly remembered something, she pulled my cock out of her cunt with a pop and presented her steaming pussy to me.
When I stared at her blankly, she scratched her cheek with an awkward, shy expression and said:
"...I, I want to receive cunnilingus too... Give it to me... Can't you do it for me...?"
She looked like she was shyly asking a lover.
I was dumbfounded, but at the same time, I felt a little sorry for her...
No, you idiot.
You're the one raping me right now, so why are you acting all affectionate just because we had sex once...?
'You really would have gone to jail if it weren't for me...'
When I kept staring at her without a word,
she finally seemed to realize the power dynamic.
Her expression turned serious for a moment, then a bit depressed,
before she got angry again, lowered her voice, and said to me:
"...Suck it. Before I hit you... You said you didn't want to get hit, right?
Ah, shit... you must have done plenty of cunnilingus while getting conditioned..."
As the Laundry Room Staff's voice turned annoyed and she clenched her fist,
I finally lifted my head to her presented cunt and brought my lips and tongue to it.
As my lips and tongue touched her,
she let out a moan, "Ah-hut♡".
I gave her a decent amount of cunnilingus.
Whether I was doing it half-heartedly or diligently,
she couldn't tell the difference.
So I served her with my mouth.
But it seemed that even that was a whole new world, a stimulating experience for her.
"Ha-euuu...♡ Wh-what is this...♡ Y-you're incredibly good...♡
H-how much conditioning have you received, exactly...♡"
Between getting cunnilingus training while being punched in the stomach for three days in the Holy Sword Department,
receiving it from Lee Ji-eun and other women,
and recently from the wild elves too...
And I've been honing my skills while doing it with other women, too.
My cunnilingus must be top-tier by now.
There probably aren't many men in this life or the last who have desperately honed their skills while being conditioned like me...
In my past life or this one,
who else would have been beaten by dozens or hundreds of women and conditioned, unable to sleep properly
unless they performed cunnilingus perfectly?
Maybe there are a few, but I guarantee there aren't many.
"Heuaaat...♡ I-I'm cumming...♡ I-I'm going...♡ D-drink it all...♡ Heu-ut♡ Ung-heu-ut...♡♡"
Gush, gush, gush, gush, splurt
She grabbed my head with both hands and pressed her lips against her cunt so I would drink all the vaginal fluid.
I habitually drank it all.
Come to think of it, I don't think I have to drink it all...
Ah, no. It would make the floor and my dress shirt even dirtier, so it's better to just drink it.
Her vaginal fluid tasted like bland sugar water rather than fruit juice.
It didn't have a particularly fragrant scent, but it didn't have a foul odor either; it was just odorless, sugary mucus.
It wasn't super sweet like Choi Seo-ah's persimmon juice-flavored vaginal fluid, either.
It was just mediocre sugar water—a viscous, slimy, transparent liquid.
"Ha...♡ It's good...♡ So this is why people talk about cunnilingus...♡ It's amazing...♡
You might be good at it, but...♡ Ha...♡ I'm having a bit of a realization♡
Heu...♡ But still, it's my first time having sex, so I shouldn't end it here, right...♡
The first time should be a storm of pregnancy-breeding sex with internal ejaculation♡ I'll give you a baby, so raise it well♡"
She shoved my large cock back into her gaping cunt and tasted it deliciously.
I watched my huge cock being shoved in, stretching her cunt open, and
well, it's a scene I see every time, but it's definitely addictive.
Even though it's my own cock, it's weapon-grade—huge and vicious—so it basically reshapes a woman's vagina to fit it.
Once it's been stretched this wide,
I wonder if she'll be easily satisfied accepting anything other than my huge cock...
It's like how the threshold for sensation or pleasure doesn't easily return once it's been greatly expanded.
That's why once a person gets a proper taste of masturbation, they can't escape from it,
and once they get a proper taste of sex, they can't escape from that either...
Anyway, I heard drugs are roughly similar.
If you give a human the maximum level of pleasure they can feel, like a drug,
the pleasure threshold rises, making everything else feel empty, hollow, and boring.
That's why junkies go crazy just seeing drugs...
It's addictive, so that says it all.
Especially since drugs are harder to quit due to dependency, like cigarettes.
'But... addiction. Hmm, thinking about addiction, the wild elves' vaginal fluid comes to mind...'
I remembered the wild elves' addictive vaginal fluid, which contained poison and gave pleasure while strangely tormenting my cock, making it itch.
Shit. Even though it's virtual reality, so there shouldn't be actual addiction symptoms, if it's addictive enough to come to mind this much,
I can understand why they say people who actually experienced it got addicted and went looking for the wild elves themselves.
'...Heu-ak, to have addiction symptoms to the point where I'm attracted to it just by thinking about it, even though it was something I experienced in virtual reality... This is crazy...
Ugh! Let's not think about it! I have to forget it. You stupid brain. That was virtual reality. Forget it...'
I cursed my brain for not being able to forget that addictive pleasure and tried hard to erase it from my mind.
Fortunately, I wasn't actually addicted, so by focusing on the sex in front of me, I was able to forget about that wild elf vaginal fluid.
"Ha-eu-ah...♡ The cock is so fucking delicious...♡ Shit♡ Ung-heu-ut♡ I didn't know sex was this good...♡ Fuuuuck...♡ Ha...♡
A legal shota's pretty boy huge cock...♡ Ha-eu♡ It's so delicious...♡ It's so good...♡ This is life, fuuuuck...♡"
"Heu-ut♥ E-hut♥ Ha-at♥ Hut♥ Ut♥ Hu-ut♥"
"Ugh...♡ I'm so happy...♡ Fuuuuck...♡ Ha-ut♡ I feel like I've missed out on my whole life, fuuuuck...♡
It's also so hot that a pretty boy shota makes cute moaning sounds...♡ U-hut♡ Ah, right♡ I have to record this too♡"
"Hut♥ Don't, don't record♥ Ha, don't do it♥"
"Ssup♡ Don't take your hand away like that♡ Do you want to get hit? And say with your own mouth that you want me to record it♡
Come on, repeat after me. I, Kim Do-jin, love being filmed while having sex♡ Say it like that♡"
"No, I don't want to...♥ Ut♥ ...I, I won't say it...♥ Ha-ut♥"
"Say it. Hurry up and say it. Say that you like being filmed♡"
"I don't want to.... Heu-ut♥ I won't say it. U-ut♥"
For some reason, I was bickering with the young Laundry Room Staff.
Maybe it was because she'd become a bit easier to deal with while having sex.
Maybe because she seemed less scary compared to the women I'd experienced so far? Because she seemed incompetent?
Even though, until just a while ago, I thought I wouldn't even be able to make eye contact with these women.
Eventually, she got more and more annoyed and angry, and suddenly she snapped.
Without any warning, she slapped my cheek.
If she had just pretended to slap me, I would have been scared enough to do what she wanted.
- Slap! -
My mind snapped to attention.
The staff member was trembling as she slapped my cheek, looking down at me from the cowgirl position.
At the same time, I could see she was slightly flustered by what she'd done, but she quickly hid it.
It seemed she'd slapped me on impulse and then thought, Is this okay?
But after getting slapped, I remembered the pain and the conditioning I'd been forced to endure from women until now.
I immediately cowered like a wimp.
The part of me that was refusing and saying no completely disappeared,
and only the version of me trembling with fear and terror remained.
Tears streamed down.
When I started crying, the young Laundry Room Staff seemed even more flustered.
"Heu-uk... heuk, heu-uk... sniffle... heuk... heu-uk... Hic, heu-uk."
"...Th-then... I-I just told you to obediently let me film you... I said it... Ah, shit...
I didn't even intend to slap your cheek... Ah, shit, this is all because of you... I-I'm not that kind of woman who...
sl-slaps a boy's cheek... I-I'm not that incompetent of a woman..."
What would change if she spat out annoyed excuses at me?
She should have just continued to do what she wanted coercively.
In the end, I'd been slapped once and one side of my face was swollen.
So, in a state where anyone could tell I'd been struck,
I said what she wanted.