episode_0075

75

…What lay before my eyes was an onahole.

Just a hole meant to pleasure my cock.

Even if it felt a bit tight at first, if I kept thrusting into it, it would eventually stretch to fit my size.

So even if she begged me to stop, I had to stuff her full without holding back.

There was no need to treat her like a person.

Treating her like an onahole was more than enough.

If I just kept pleasuring myself,

Yozora would eventually start enjoying it too.

“…Is it hard to relax?”

“Hah… J-Jerk… ugh…”

“Legs. Don’t clench them—spread them. Like this.”

“Aah, it hurts…!”

Even though only the tip had gone in, Yozora was already trembling, her thighs squeezing together.

I roughly pried her legs apart—her thighs just barely touching—and began pressing shallowly into her, over and over.

Ramming myself to the hilt would come later.

Right now, I had to ease her into it.

Unlike Lee Hayoon or Lee Jiyoon, who were at least a bit taller, this one needed more time.

Her body couldn’t have been more than 160 cm tall, and if I shoved all 20-plus centimeters of my length into her at once, she’d definitely break.

For now, I had to get her used to just the tip, which was already making her whimper in discomfort.

Once she could take even that much properly,

then I’d teach her how to climax from having her walls scraped by a man,

then,

how to climax from having her womb pounded relentlessly,

and then,

how to climax from being creampied.

…Somehow, I got the feeling Yozora wanted to experience being creampied,

so I figured I’d give her that chance someday.

On proper birth control, of course.

“…Still hurts?”

“It hurts…! You… fucking bastard…”

“…Can’t be helped. It’s your first time.”

“Then pull out a little…! Why do you keep… stabbing in… hngg…”

As I whispered into her ear and moved my hips, Yozora, bent over against the door, shuddered.

Ignoring her protests, I pressed her waist down and began grinding against her slick walls, inch by inch.

Thankfully, her legs were long enough that this position worked, but if we wanted to do this comfortably, we’d have to move to a bed next time…

…Well, that could wait.

If I kept fucking her like this whenever it helped progress my relationship with Han Soo-ah, she’d eventually learn like Pavlov’s dog.

That listening to Seo Woojin’s words meant getting fucked like this again…

Of course, she’d still curse and complain outwardly,

but I already knew her cute little secret.

Didn’t matter.

“…Pull out. Fuck, pull out…!”

“Requests should be made politely. Aren’t Japanese good at that sort of thing?”

“Go fuck yourself…!”

“…Doesn’t hit the same when you’re clenching down like this. If you’re not gonna fix your attitude, at least try using curses that turn me on more.”

“…You fucking pervert…”

“You know the type. Like, ‘You’re nothing but a rapist who only knows how to force yourself on women.’”

“…Ha. How the hell is that supposed to be hot…?”

“Just an example. An example. I’m not good at dirty talk. At most, I just use exclamations.”

As I said that and swept up the sweat-drenched hem of Yozora’s waist, a stream of perfectly pronounced Korean curses—ironic for a Japanese girl—echoed through the bathroom.

…Was that why?

Somehow, it really felt like I was raping Yozora.

From my perspective, I was just playing along with her tastes,

but the way her pussy clenched around me, begging me not to push deeper,

or the way Yozora, forced to offer up her hole under threat, still found the breath to curse at me,

or the quiet classical music from the bathroom radio, completely out of place in this situation—

Rape.

Outdoors.

Not exactly my thing, but…

…I was kinda into it.

Before I knew it, Yozora had managed to take me up to the tip.

Pressing against her still-tight inner walls with the head of my cock, I wrapped her school tie around my hand and pulled.

“…?! Kgh, kehk…!”

“Say it. Your favorite curse.”

“You… fucking… bastard…?!?”

With that, I pinned Yozora harder against the door

and began thrusting into her.

…Well, only about half had gone in so far,

but seeing my cock glistening with Yozora’s juices every time I pulled out,

or the way her knees trembled as she struggled to hold herself up, told me this was enough for now.

…But what could I do?

I wasn’t satisfied.

“…Why can’t you say it when I tell you to?”

“Hah…! Hah…! Hahhk…!”

“I didn’t pull hard enough to choke you. Quit exaggerating.”

“Not the tie…! Your cock…! It’s all the way in…!”

“Is it?”

“Eeek…?!”

“Only this much has gone in so far. …Already satisfied?”

“…J-Jerk… you jerk…”

Taking advantage of Yozora’s heavy panting as she pressed her chest against the door, I shoved my cock even deeper into her twitching, spread-open pussy.

…No, “forcing it in” was more accurate.

Even though I could tell it wouldn’t go any further,

even though Yozora, bracing herself against the door with her arms, desperately tried to push my stomach away to stop me,

I still forced my cock as deep as it would go,

pulled it out with a wet schlick,

and then—

again.

I thrust even deeper than before,

repeating the process over and over.

“…You’re the one who clung to me, trying to get me drunk and fuck me.”

“Hah…! Hah…! Hahh…! S-Stop…! Stooop…!”

“And yet here you are, getting fucked in the men’s bathroom instead. Happy?”

“Nghhk…! Ughk…! Ah…? …Nngh……”

“Didn’t you want to hear me call you ‘Master’ or ‘Queen’?”

“Shut… the fuck up…! Just cum already and pull out…!!”

Maybe because I kept poking at her secret desires, Yozora, now the one being violated, let out a loud, bitch-like scream—one that would definitely be heard if anyone walked in.

Far from calming her down, I draped the tie I’d been pulling over her shoulder and began pounding into her deeply, over and over.

As she convulsed from nearing her climax, I forced my cock as deep into her as possible, let out a satisfied sigh, and spoke.

“Fine. I’ll cum quick and end it. Though I’d prefer it if you asked more politely.”

“…Fucking… bastard…”

“But only if you do one thing I say properly.”

“…! Y-You’re not seriously gonna let someone walk in on us…?”

“What kinda nonsense is that? Why would I share what’s mine?”

“……”

“Just… say something I’d like to hear.”

“…Like what…?”

“You know. ‘Master.’ That sort of thing.”

“……”

I didn’t particularly like it.

I’d met too many girls who immediately switched to that kind of address after just a quick fuck.

But there was someone who would like being called that.

Namely,

the girl right in front of me.

“…”

“Don’t want to?”

“…I-I need time to mentally prepare…!!”

“Do it fast. No stalling.”

“How am I supposed to just…! …Ugh, nn…! You… awful bastard…!”

See?

After spitting nothing but attitude this whole time, now she’s telling me to wait instead of shutting up?

Looking down at her, I continued pressing into the deepest parts of her pussy, squelch squelch, as I had been.

As the urge to cum surged up, I gathered Yozora’s long, night-sky-blue hair in one hand and pulled.

Creak.

The bathroom door opened again.

“……”

“……”

Pausing my hips for a moment, Yozora gasped quietly, trying not to be heard.

Over her voice, the classical music, previously drowned out by lewd noises, began to settle back in.

Listening carefully, I could tell it was just one person this time.

Unaware of what was happening in this stall, they simply walked up to a urinal, undid their belt, and began relieving themselves.

Soon, the expected sounds reached us quietly.

Unlike us, who were treating the bathroom like a love hotel, they were using it for its intended purpose.

…Maybe because of that.

Or maybe because I’d been holding back my climax.

I suddenly felt like doing something.

“…?!?”

Yozora, pressed tightly against the door as she tried to steady her breathing.

As I grabbed her ass and began moving my hips again, her crimson eyes darted toward me like a startled squirrel.

Her gaze was filled with every imaginable curse.

If I had to pick one, it’d be, “Don’t fuck around in this situation—pull your damn cock out already!!”

…What could I do?

I wanted to see you squirm, trying desperately to hold back your moans.

And my cock…

was way too turned on.

“…Nngh…!”

Ignoring Yozora’s glare, I began thrusting shallowly, right on the edge of cumming.

If I forced it in like before, she’d never be able to hold back her moans, so I went much gentler this time.

But because someone was outside, the way her walls clenched around me was several times tighter than before.

“Fuck…!”

Pulling out—her walls clinging as if to stop me—I scraped against her with each thrust,

then watched as Yozora trembled silently, her sticky juices dripping onto the bathroom floor.

With my cock throbbing on the verge of release, I plunged back into her, filling her completely.

…Ah, fuck.

I could probably go even deeper with just a little more force.

Letting out a sigh against Yozora’s back as she whimpered dangerously, I pulled out again.

Drip. Drip.

By now, the traces of her virginity were gone, replaced by transparent fluid running down her body.

Sliding down her thighs to soak her socks,

or pooling beneath her clit to form a puddle on the floor.

……I swiped my thumb through Yozora’s slickness, coating her hole even more,

then forced my bare cock back inside.

Splaaash.

Taking advantage of the sound of the urinal flushing,

I went even harder.

Hard enough that Yozora, resigned and focused on suppressing her moans, had to cover her own mouth.

Hard.

Even if our thighs and asses weren’t slapping together,

harder.

Fucking her pussy like it was just an onahole.

Messily.

“Nghhk…! Hah…!”

Splish-splash.

The sound of water running at the sink.

At the same time, perhaps because I’d thrust in deep again,

Yozora’s voice leaked out, even more unsteady.

“…Hngk… ugh… nn…”

Whoever was out there took their time, leisurely using the hand dryer.

With just one partition between us, Yozora and I continued our noisy sex.

Even if the sound of my frantic thrusting wasn’t audible,

Yozora’s short, stifled moans,

and the occasional creak of the door, definitely were.

Honestly, there was no reason for those sounds to be coming from a bathroom stall.

Unless someone was inside, fucking so hard their weight was slamming against the door, there was no way those noises made sense.

If that person tilted their head and glanced under the stall, everything would be exposed.

Fully aware of that,

amid the sounds of the hand dryer and classical music, I kept making lewd, wet noises with her.

And then,

right as—

the sound of the bathroom door opening and someone leaving reached us.

“…Ngh…!”

“……”

“…Fucking… bastard…”

Whisper whisper.

Instead of obediently calling me “Master,”

Yozora, still calling me a “fucking bastard” in that irresistibly hot voice,

her back drenched in sweat,

Splurt…

Sploosh…

Splat… splat…

Loudly.

Splurt splurt,

Sploosh,

Splat…

I emptied my balls completely, cumming so much my sack felt hollow,

then wiped the remaining mess off on Yozora’s ass.

There was toilet paper right next to us,

and I could’ve just left it smeared on the wall and walked away,

but—

“…I fucking hate you… damn it…”

Yozora.

I knew this was what you wanted.

By now, all that flowed through the straw was melted ice water.

Is this how paparazzi feel? Han Soo-ah mused, experiencing an unexpected career simulation.

“……”

Soon, the health teacher—now without her glasses—stepped out of the bathroom, glancing around first.

Following her, Yozora, her hood pulled low, exited as naturally as possible, pretending she’d just come from the women’s restroom.

…As I thought.

The two of them were in that kind of relationship.

Mhmm.

“…Hm.”

The price for satisfying her curiosity was a lost break.

But the reward was information.

The fact that Yozora was in a sexual relationship with the academy’s health teacher.

Of course, this wasn’t exactly useful intel.

What was the problem with two consenting adults doing that?

It was just a private, embarrassing part of their lives they wouldn’t want exposed.

Unless it was someone she truly despised, Yozora was one of her precious friends.

(Though that was 1 out of 1, but still.)

Swirling the nearly melted ice in her cup, Han Soo-ah fell deep into thought.

Having learned from her parents that information was money,

her mind spun like the ice in her drink, wondering how she could use this.

Her most urgent goal was to force more friendships to climb the academy’s social ladder.

But threatening the health teacher with, “Become my friend or I’ll expose you as a pervert,” was a little ridiculous…

Ughhh. What else could I do?

“Hm.”

…Wait, no.

Why was that ridiculous?

She still struggled to talk to guys, so having a male friend like this would be convenient in many ways.

Besides, the health teacher was dating Yozora. (The nickname was odd, but whatever.)

Meaning, the most they could be was platonic friends—no romance.

Even if she blackmailed him, she had no real intention of exposing him…

And in the process, she could learn from him what guys liked, right?

Wouldn’t that help her make more male friends later?

Plus, as a healing-type Transcendent, he had to be a high earner.

Clients with money were always welcome in the corporate world.

Not always, but generally, male clients filed far fewer complaints than female ones.

“……”

Okay. Decided.

You’re the one.

Making sure to avoid Yozora, Han Soo-ah waited another 30 minutes before finally getting up.