episode_0268

“[Aaah!]”

As she tried to move her hips again, I grabbed her waist. A sensation akin to hitting near the uterus. Her moans grew louder, indicating that I had targeted her weak spot effectively. I pulled our clasped hands, lowering her upper body and continued to kiss her lips directly. Despite kissing me with a practiced skill she had honed since childhood, she didn’t stop moving her hips.

“[Hoo…!]”

Our tongues entwined, saliva mixing. Amidst this, we didn’t cease exploiting each other’s vulnerabilities. Gradually, her hip movements began to slow down.

‘Is it time?’

As she attempted to halt her movements, I forcefully lifted her waist. It seemed as if her vagina resisted pushing me away, so I pressed harder. Evidence that she was close to letting go. I didn’t delay my movements.

“[Huu…!]”

Unlike before, she collapsed without fully releasing a moan. Trembling, unable to even moan, her body quivered. Her saliva trickled near my penis. After removing her weakened hands, supporting her buttocks, I withdrew my penis as she emitted feeble moans.

“Phew, that was close.”

If I had just let things happen, it would have been a disaster. My genes are of national treasure quality. To think someone would try to take them away. This woman was undoubtedly a spy dispatched from India.

“[Haa, haa.]”

She breathed heavily. Concerned that engaging in a second round could lead to trouble, I laid her down, using her chest to stimulate my penis, causing semen to quickly cover her disheveled body.

“Quite something, aren’t you?”

“[Uuuh….]”

“Of course, not for me.”

This arrogant spy who dared to steal national treasures needed to be punished.

‘This guy is completely insane.’

‘What nonsense. I’m perfectly fine. Honestly, I can’t export my genes overseas. They’re of national treasure quality.’

‘…He’s completely nuts. This is going too far…’

Feeling jealous again. Well, Rosby was smaller than me, so she had reason to be envious.

‘…Small? Where?’

‘I meant height. Why? Does it bother you?’

‘Argh…!’

While conversing with Rosby, I lightly slapped her cheek with my hardening penis, and by the time it stiffened, she regained her senses.

“[Huh? What’s this…?]”

“[Now, I’ll show you my special skills.]”

“[Uh, wait, wait, let go, let go, this position…!]”

Approaching her back, I wrapped my arm around her waist, securing her, then encircled my hand around her neck, locking her completely by placing my finger on her occiput. Her hand got stuck between my body and her thigh, halting her movement. Lifting her up, I felt her struggling back through her chest and abdomen.

Natisha had now become my perfect toy. Unable to escape in any way, a toy controlled solely by the movements of my arms. A stance reserved for arrogant women or those desiring intense sex occasionally.

Natisha deserved punishment for daring to steal Korea’s national treasure.

“[Is this it?]”

Moving my arm, I teased her lower part with my penis, searching for an opening. Eventually, the glans slightly slipped inside.

“[Found it.]”

Being cautious as it could tear, I adjusted the angle carefully. Sensing what might happen, she screamed.

“[Ah, no. It’s still sensitive!]”

Lowering my arm, I inserted my penis into her, and her voice, filled with despair at first, soon transformed into pleasure. Moving my arm back and forth like using an onahole on her, as I raised my arm, her vagina clung to my penis, and as I lowered it, my penis penetrated near her uterus.

Adjusting the speed when needing more sensation and controlling it when feeling close to ejaculation.

“[Ugh, ah, ah, ohhh….]”

Looking at her through the mirror in the room, her contorted body, drooling with her eyes rolling back, was vividly reflected.

“[Are you looking at yourself in the mirror, you slut?]”

Unfortunately, she remained silent. Just trembling each time I thrust. The deeper I moved my arm, the wider her innermost part expanded, following the shape of my glans. After several repetitions, the initial tightness faded. Soon it would return to normal, but leaving my mark inside her felt quite satisfying.

“[How about that, my special skill?]”

“[Ah, yes, yes….]”

She began trembling, spitting saliva on the floor. Normally, I would pause here to give her time to recover, but this was a punishment for a spy, a game of national pride.

I couldn’t stop here. Increasing the speed strained my arm, but oddly, it felt good. It seemed like my muscles were being worked out after a long time.

‘Training while having sex. No one has a professional mindset like me.’

Distracted momentarily by other thoughts, I managed to hold back the impending climax. Using that brief respite, I continued pleasuring her.

“[Ah, …, ah, …]”

Her moans lessened, only vocalizing when I prodded her womb. However, these sounds were not consciously controlled but rather instinctual noises due to her shaking body.

‘Hmm, why isn’t she tightening anymore? What should I do? Was I too rough?’

Feeling her loose vagina, she seemed to be regaining some composure.

Engaged in this long-awaited challenge, I couldn’t control myself. I should have been gentler and enjoyed it more. Her dominant demeanor, squeezing my penis like a jockey, caught me off guard.

“Ugh. What a mistake.”

After withdrawing my penis, I carefully laid her on the bed. Seeing her sprawled like a frog reminded me of my error.

“Natasha. Sorry….”

Seeing her confident demeanor now replaced by vulnerability, I felt a twinge of regret. Apologizing to her, I lay on top of her, sliding my penis between her buttocks. Although I wanted to use anal, unsure of its condition, I opted for this alternative. Luckily, her toned buttocks provided a decent pressure compared to her relaxed vagina.

Thus, our bodies intertwined, rubbing against each other. Feeling her firm yet soft body, arousal quickly built up.

“Sorry! Natasha!”

Her messy body turned pale again. Making such a mistake. Perhaps it wasn’t just her body that I stained with tears.

“Oops, did I get some on myself from rubbing? Where’s the shower here?”

Apologies aside, there was an uncomfortable feeling. Leaving her unconscious, I headed to the shower to clean up. Even after a simple shower, she still hadn’t woken up.

“[Hey, hey.]”

“[Hmm….]”

Shaking her body and lightly slapping her cheeks, she frowned, but her eyes remained shut. Natasha deeply lost in sleep.

‘What should I do? Wake her up? Or continue?’

At that moment of contemplation, the phone vibrated.

“What’s up, Wooju?”

The message from Wooju was a help request from space. Curious about what was going on, I quickly replied, and Wooju promptly responded.

– Jang Wooju: “Hyung, this girl says she wants to see you. Since I’m not there, she suggested playing 2:2, calling one more person. So, with you, me, her, and her friend. When are you coming? What should I do?”

“Damn, why is this guy so blunt in his words?”

Upon receiving the message, I wanted to smack some sense into this guy, but my earnest intention was surely conveyed.

While staying at the training center, Jang Wooju quietly did my laundry. It was a given for the youngest, but as I wasn’t a stickler, I decided to help him in return.

– Me: “Almost there.”

– Jang Wooju: “Hurry up.”

“Quick responses.”

After covering Natasha, who lay motionless under the blanket, and getting dressed, I stepped out of the room.

“I can’t enjoy myself fully, but it can’t be helped. Still, since Wooju set the table, shall we go eat?”

*

“You’re here, hyung?”

As I entered the room, Wooju greeted me warmly. Glancing around, I saw beer and snacks laid out, with two East Asian girls sitting on the floor.

“Who were those girls again?”

One had given her contact, the other hadn’t. Judging by their East Asian appearances…

“Were they from Hong Kong? Right, they were Hong Kong girls. I think one mentioned being a badminton player.”

“Hong Kong, badminton?”

“Yeah. One is a badminton player, and the other plays table tennis. They’re friends.”

“Their ages?”

“About twenty-one? Not sure, as they look young.”

“Well, age isn’t crucial.”

Their appearance, figure, and how appealing they are matter.

“[Ji. You’re here? I was surprised you weren’t here when we planned to meet.]”

“You know English?”

“[Yes?]”

“[You speak English well. How long have you been learning?]”

“Haha, just kidding.”

She laughs at my remark.

“Oh, you’re truly a joker, hyung. Making her laugh with just one joke.”

What joke did I crack? Anyway, the atmosphere lightened, and I laughed along with them.

“Please sit down. We’ve been waiting for Ji to arrive.”

“She said she wouldn’t even take a sip until you came. So, we kept waiting. No contact from you either. I messaged you thirty minutes ago. Seriously.”

“Don’t whine, kid. At least you contacted the girl immediately today?”

It seemed like I wouldn’t be able to contact her until the Asian Games ended. She was slightly impressive.

“Hehe, you went to such lengths, hyung. I should make an effort too.”

“But inviting them to our shared room?”

“Since you’re probably coming late today anyway…”

“[Ji. Ji. Let’s have fun. Korean is off-limits now. Let’s talk in English.]”

“Should we?”

Although I was slightly annoyed at being interrupted while talking to Wooju, I smiled and accommodated their preference. After exchanging brief introductions, I picked up a bottle of beer.

“Shall we have a drink then?”

“Sure.”

Starting with casual conversations over drinks, we moved on to sports talk. As the alcohol kicked in, their faces started to flush. They took off their jackets, exchanged subtle smiles, and their figures subtly showed through their thin shirts.

“Are they trying to seduce us?”

“Wooju.”

“Yes?”

“Do you have condoms?”

“Oh, no? I don’t have any.”

Was this guy only planning to drink? Ugh, I have to remind him even about this.

“I have some in my clutch bag, so discreetly take a few out without the girls noticing.”

Feeling a bit annoyed by the clueless guy’s behavior, I decided to teach him a lesson as an older brother today, even though he’s been helping me with my laundry all this time.

“Well, they say I’m too soft-hearted.”