[Protagonist’s POV]
Squelch.
The sensation of my tip eting her entrance was vivid and overwhelming. That brief contact alone felt like my body was already preparing to produce more.
"Ugh... ngh..." I groaned.
The fleeting pleasure made turn my head aside unconsciously. I bit down on my sleeve to dampen the sensation, but Dang Ah-young wouldn’t let escape.
"Look at properly. This is the mont we beco one," she commanded, forcibly turning my face forward.
And I saw it.
Slip.
"Ugh... nghh..."
My erection slowly disappearing inside her. The imnse wave of pleasure spreading through my body.
Crunch.
I felt my tip breach sothing, but I was too far gone to care. This wasn’t about premature release anymore—it was a pleasure so intense I feared I’d lose consciousness.
After what felt like an eternity in a fleeting mont—
Smack.
"Ugh... That hurt more than I expected..." she muttered.
"Haaah..." I exhaled raggedly.
Miraculously, despite the tidal wave of pleasure, I hadn’t climaxed yet. If I had, it might’ve ended quickly, letting claim the drug and find relief.
Pulse... pulse...
"Ngh..."
I could feel it—my erection teetering on the edge, held back by so inexplicable force. Even without moving, her inner walls gripped and stimulated relentlessly, leaving no room for composure.
And then, as if oblivious to my struggle—
"Phew... Alright, you’re used to it now, right? I’ll start moving," she announced, lifting her hips.
"Wait, hold on—!"
Slide.
"Eek...!"
Before I could stop her, she began. The sensation of her walls clinging to , reluctant to let go, scrambled my mind.
Twitch, twitch.
"Ngh... nghh..."
I bit my sleeve again, no longer trying to hold back the release my body was desperate for. I just wanted it over with.
Pulse.
The pleasure had built to the brink—ready to spill over at any second—but—
"Huh...?"
Strangely, no matter how much I endured, it wouldn’t co. My erection trembled wildly, but the climax refused to follow. A chill ran through as I realized sothing was wrong.
Had she noticed the blood draining from my face?
"Oh, you’ve figured it out now?"
"Ah, ahhh..."
Dang Ayeong looked down at with a calm expression.
"That drug I slipped you during the kiss—it doesn’t just sensitize your body and call it a day. As you’re feeling right now... it blocks ejaculation too."
"S-So the drug..."
"Hm? I told you—one ejaculation, one bottle."
Smirk.
"If you can’t cum... no drug for you, right?"
A devilish grin spread across her face.
I’d been tricked.
Completely played.
How was I supposed to know about this?
"Ah, ahhh..."
Tap... tap...
Sinking into despair, I swatted and pushed at her with hands too weak to muster force.
It probably didn’t even tickle her.
"Drug... please... just a sip..."
"This what you want?"
She dangled the bottle in front of —I reached for it, but of course, it stayed out of grasp.
"We said ejaculation first. No cumming, no—"
Grip!
"Hiiiii...!!"
"You don’t get it."
Her technique was unbelievable for soone who’d been a virgin until monts ago.
The sudden clench inside sent a wave of pleasure so intense it nearly blanked my mind.
"Drug... give it... this is cheating..."
Tears stread down my face—whether from the overwhelming pleasure breaking or sothing else.
My tongue slurred, words barely forming.
Thud!
"Ngh!"
My vision shifted again.
A hard wall pressed against my back—her chest and face lood in front.
The so-called face-to-face sitting position—
I was pinned between her and the wall.
Shake shake.
"Here, this is the antidote to the ejaculation block—mixed with that potion, naturally."
Slap!
"Eck..."
Mid-sentence, she thrust again, adjusting her stance and closing in.
Her chest wasn’t just in front of anymore—my face was buried in it.
I peeked up, half-trapped between her breasts, staring at her.
"Now, how do you get this? Simple."
"Say you love . With all your heart."
Her sticky voice oozed into my ear.
"I... love you..."
Sandwiched between the wall and her, my face barely poking out from her chest—
"I love you..."
A hollow confession.
The drug-forced feelings made it not entirely a lie, but I knew—
This wasn’t real.
There’s no way I’d feel love for a woman who drugged and raped .
"I love... sob... you..."
The tears rolling down my cheeks were proof enough.
But my tearful "I love you" got—
Slap!
"Hiii...!"
Nothing but a cold thrust in return.
Slap! Slap!
"Why... I said it...!"
No matter how much pleasure it brought, right now it was pure tornt.
Twitch twitch.
"Ngh... nngh..."
No matter how intense the pleasure—vision whitening, mind fogging—my dick wouldn’t release.
It hit the edge—say ejaculation’s a 10, it reached 9.99999—but never crossed over.
Pleasure beyond limits, an unreachable peak—
Tremble tremble.
And now my tongue shook from withdrawal too—
My head felt like it was breaking apart.
Slap!
"Wait... just a break... ngh!"
"Then give a confession I’m satisfied with."
Creak!
The bed groaned under her ferocious thrusts—
I worried this frail body’s thighs would bruise, but the drug-heightened sensitivity turned even that into pleasure.
Grip.
To endure, I instinctively clung to her.
My chest pressed against her stomach, my face sinking deeper into her breasts.
The soft flesh squeezed my face harder, her scent flooding my nose.
My dick, already as hard as I thought possible, stiffened even more.
The pleasure surging from it intensified, and my arms tightened around her.
I hoped squeezing her with all my might might stop the thrusts—but my strength was nothing to her.
The pace didn’t slow—
Grip!
"Hiii...!"
That clenching technique again—no need to move her hips, just pure, brutal ecstasy.
If I weren’t blocked, I’d have cum instantly—unthinkable skill for a recent virgin.
"Stop... stooop..."
"Want relief? Say you love ."
"I love you... I love you..."
"No heart in it."
Grip!
"Ahh..."
Twitch twitch.
My dick scread to release—sen at the tip, but no finish.
"I love you... I really love you..."
Sobbing, pleading—
I’d break like this.
Violent pleasure tearing through , tongue trembling from withdrawal—my body was slipping from my control.
I lifted my head from her chest, eting her eyes.
The smile on her lips as she looked down felt ominously sinister.
Still, I kept begging—
"Well... if quality won’t do, we’ll go for quantity."
She tossed out a new deal.
"100 tis. Say ’I love you’ 100 tis. Then you get the drug."
"I love you I love you I love you..."
The second she said it, I started chanting—
Slap!
"Ngh!"
Of course, her hips didn’t stop.
Tears welled up, pleasure forcing my tongue out—
I yanked it back in and kept going—
Slap!
"I love... you..."
Slap!
"I love you...!"
Through pleasure that drowned out my words, I pressed on—
"100 tis... done..."
"Oh, already?"
I’d barely managed it.
In that storm of ecstasy, I couldn’t count exactly—might’ve gone over, but definitely not under.
"Good job. Here you go..."
Pop.
She uncapped the bottle she’d called the antidote and looked down at .
"You can take it properly this ti, right?"
Drip.
The liquid slid from her collarbone to her chest.
I didn’t answer—just licked it up.
Lick... lick...
"Heh, cute..."
As I buried my face in her chest, lapping at the drug, she paused her thrusts and stroked my hair.
If I’d looked up, I might’ve seen hearts in her eyes—
But I was too desperate to end this nightmare.
Slurp...
The drug trickled down my throat, and my dick’s sensation sharpened—
Twitch... twitch...
The block keeping sen trapped lifted as the antidote kicked in—
And I felt it.
All the pent-up pleasure rushing up, my dick ready to finish what it couldn’t—
My balls already churning out more—
"Ah... ah..."
Bracing for the wave, I clenched my teeth and shut my eyes—
"Now~ Squeeze~ Squeeze~"
Grip!
"Hiii?!"
She clamped down with force that felt like it’d snap my dick—
Pleasure so intense I worried it’d break, but the drug-hardened shaft took it all—
The sa tornt as before, but the timing couldn’t be worse—
Spurt spurt spurt!!! Spurt!! Spurt spurt!!
"------!!!!!"
The peak I’d already hit skyrocketed past any limit. Pleasure so strong my voice failed, replaced by a wheeze.
Grip.
All I could do was cling to her waist to survive it.
I hugged her slim fra with everything I had, and burrowed into her chest until I felt her heartbeat.
It was all because of the height difference, but instead of being a hindrance, it only amplified the pleasure.
Spurt! Spurt! Spurt! Spurt! Spurt!!
This was my second release, yet it gushed out with even more force than the first. It was proof that I still had plenty left to give.
Twitch! Twitch!
I desperately wanted to move, to disperse the overwhelming pleasure, but Dang Ah-young wouldn’t let .
Jolt! Jolt!
She pinned down from above, pressing her weight onto my convulsing body, ensuring I couldn’t budge an inch. My fra, lighter and weaker than hers, was powerless beneath her. Simply sitting on was enough to render helpless. Trapped between the wall and her, I had no choice but to endure this sensation—sothing beyond a re climax.
Spurt! Spurt! Spurt!!
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