Nine-Tailed Demon's Present World Chapter 1-2

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"Ding-dong... Welcome!"

This is a recording device placed in the convenience store. Whenever someone enters, the small speaker
repeats this message.

This is 71-Eleven. It's that annoying night again. The stars in the sky are completely
obscured by the city lights. So I have no idea if it's cloudy or sunny; the only thing I
can tell is that the air is dry and muggy, making me very uncomfortable.

I didn't look around after entering the store; I went straight to my usual shelf. It
was filled with puddings. Some were cheap, four or five yuan a box, others were expensive, twelve or thirteen yuan a box. I didn't have much
money , but my craving still led me to the convenience store. I grabbed the cheapest
box of pudding from the shelf.

My golden, shoulder-length hair... I was wearing a hair accessory. It was a fox-shaped hair accessory. I loved
it; it was a birthday present I bought for myself when I was in school, and it's been many years now. But I cherished
it; it's still as brand new and shiny as when I first found it.

This time, I was only wearing a thin tracksuit when I left the convenience store. I wore shorts that exposed from
my toes to my upper thighs. I wore a sports bra. Yes, a sports bra. My shoulders, arms,
lower abdomen, back, and even my impressive breasts were mostly exposed, with a deep cleavage. My feet
were in ordinary house slippers.

I didn't really care what others thought, because there was practically no one around at this time.

I was covered in sweat; even on my exposed breasts, there were a few glistening beads of sweat. [

Date: xxxx/xx/xxam] 3:00

AM. Before I knew it, it was this time again.

On the table was my pudding cup, completely clean. You could say completely clean. Or rather, licked
clean. Not a single residue was left. This cup was even
cleaner than dishes washed with dish soap.

My room is tiny, probably less than ten square meters. It can barely fit a bed, a computer desk, and
a computer chair with a backrest.

I've been here for a month, but I haven't unpacked the moving boxes; they're
just lying around on the floor. The floor is covered in trash, but I ignore it; I don't want to clean it.

On the wall is a whimsical mural by the previous tenant. The mural depicts the back of a female student in a school uniform
. Only her skirt and underwear have been pulled down, revealing her round, white buttocks, and even
half of her vulva is visible. I know that tenant must have... I often masturbate in front of this mural. Even though it's so dirty
, I don't want to tear it down because I have more important things to do.

Several lunchboxes are piled on the computer desk. Tissues, chopsticks, and even dried-out rice grains are scattered
on the surface, some right in front of me, some I've pushed behind the monitor to hide them. The only places to
put my hands are around the mouse pad and on the keyboard.

I've taken off the clothes I wore to the convenience store, wearing only a tight pair of briefs
and a garment that can hardly be called underwear. Basically, my upper body
is exposed except for my areolas, and my lower body is exposed except for my sensitive areas. But it doesn't matter, I'm the only one in this room.

I'm holding the keyboard with one hand and the mouse with the other, intently watching the game character on the screen. My hand
trembles slightly as I gently click the "enhance" button on the screen. Then comes about a 45-second
wait.

...

A moment of silence, maybe just a few seconds.

"Did I spend too much money this month? I couldn't resist anymore. Online games..."

"And I spent a lot on electricity too. Did I turn the air conditioner on too much? Or did I leave my character online for too long?
Looks like I really went too far with gaming... Sigh... Sigh..." I kept muttering to myself.

This game, "Hope Online," is one I've been playing since middle school. The original operator shut it down,
and then a new operator reopened the server. It's been years, and I've been playing it non-stop
. I guess I'm a total couch potato?

Just then, the computer speakers made a "failure" sound. It was the sound of a gem shattering.
The words "Failure!" popped up on the screen. I couldn't help but get angry!

"They even said they'd train me as a craftsman, teach me skills to increase the success rate?
I hundreds of times, and countless pieces of equipment have broken. It still won't get me to +10xg! Do
they know how much money I've spent?! My god!"

"What garbage pay-to-play items! They're worse than garbage! Why are all those auxiliary potions I spent hundreds of dollars on completely
useless? I've already spent so much money! And those scam treasure chests,
I've opened them countless times, and all I get is garbage!!! I'm so angry..."

"Damn it!"

At the same time, I slammed my hands on the keyboard. The loose Enter key was
springed back out and fell to the ground. I had to bend down again to pick it up.

I felt a little frustrated. While I was in a bad mood, memories of the past resurfaced in my mind
. My nose stung, and I felt really uncomfortable.

A scene appeared in my mind. It was a scene of a very handsome and cheerful short-haired boy passionately kissing a girl with medium-length
black hair . From that day, from that minute, from that second, from that moment on, my world
collapsed, my heart had strayed from this world that didn't belong to me.

In my mind, my fox hair ornament fell off. Ripples spread through my mind.

Yes, from then on, my world completely changed, becoming a world of solitude.

...

Eating fast food alone in a convenience store on Christmas.

Still alone in front of the computer during the Lunar New Year, grinding for bosses in events. While everyone celebrated Valentine's Day,
I didn't even have anyone to give chocolates to.

Today has passed like this again, and I'm alone again. No friends, no relatives.

The phone has never rung.

But, I'm always like this. Humans are always like this.

Although I didn't want to contact anyone or have any relationship with anyone,

subconsciously, I still didn't want to be alone. Sure enough, I still longed for someone to praise me,
care about me, or even insult me.

I curled up in that computer chair, my legs tightly pressed together, leaving only my right hand touching the mouse. I kept clicking on
the character on the screen, controlling it to fight monsters. No matter how big, round, bright, or captivating my eyes were, they
were lifeless. I was just a walking corpse.

Just wasting time like this. Unintentionally, I entered my third decade.

I frantically clicked the mouse, constantly making "click, click, click, click, click."

Every day was incredibly decadent.

Basically, every day I played on "Hope Online," or teamed up with some unknown person
.

Or I was grinding monsters, bosses, and dungeons with my guildmates.

Once, I posted a picture in the guild's QQ group, and everyone said I was very pretty. I admit it,
but ever since that boy chose her, I've lost confidence in my looks and my figure.

I even posted photos of myself with half my breast exposed on QQ groups. Everyone said, "Not bad!"
Many wanted to message me privately, wanting to meet up.

These people, these kinds of people, are not my friends at all.

They're probably just curious, seeing if I look exactly like the person in the photos. They're basically only
interested in my body, simply wanting to have sex with me.

"It's so hot. Damn air conditioner!"

I was covered in sweat, that natural feminine odor, maybe it would arouse men
?

I opened a folder full of videos.

I opened one of them, dated [date], numbered 0049771. The person on screen was me.

Thinking back to that time, occasionally secretly doing such live streams…

In the video, I was wearing a white mask. Even so, my blushing, excited
expression of was still clearly visible in my eyes.

In the video, I was wearing a barely-there bikini swimsuit. Describing it as "pitifully scantily clad
" might be a bit inaccurate, because the bikini barely covered my areolas and vulva, barely concealing them
. Any slight movement would expose them completely.

I posed for the camera in ways that would absolutely arouse men. I also struck
poses that even I found incredibly shameful. For example, kneeling like a sow, begging for my father's penis; squatting on the computer
desk with my legs spread to let my vulva breathe; or cupping my large breasts in my hands and
swaying them up and down.

Under the gaze of the camera, bathed in everyone's eyes,

I would…I would…I would…I would…be…exceptionally…excited and sexually aroused.

Thanks to this wanton body, I enjoyed being seen in my most shameful state by men.

The screen was filled with comments about me.

Listening to Your Sorrow: May there be no um in heaven. Um. Oh…

Walking Soul: Renting out myself for half an hour private

vgh. Big Brother: Hinting at taking a shower?

Tianbaoxing Bennu Bird: ...

Thank you, Crab: 666 Oh haha

Black Cat: Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh

I am a little tiger tooth: What?

I'll form the head: This mode is 6b.

It's better to miss than to love: I can't press Flash, otherwise I would have flown over and fucked you long ago.

d: A bunch of trash zz pitiful 2298181044bb: Is nobody here?

Thank you, Crab: Oh haha!

Tu Bi Nan Bo Wan: Oh my god

newqq_44rsydul: Strong, busty, careless

- Confesslon: Your clothes are too much. Chen

: Oh my god. Kong: Oh 　　my

god. Ye, teach you how to be a person: Don't wear clothes , just take them off 　　. Sui Xin: 1 　　... 　　"Next, to express my gratitude to everyone," 　　I said, "please enjoy and appreciate my grandma." 　　I leaned forward towards the microphone in front of the computer, crossing my arms and placing them below my chest. My arms lifted my enormous breasts even further, making them appear even larger. 　　The camera captured every frame of my performance, providing it all to the audience. 　　In the video, I took out a clean glass and placed it on the computer desk. The camera was also focused on the glass. I cupped one of　　my enormous breasts 　　in each hand, placing my index finger and thumb on the areola and squeezing 　　hard . 　　" Sizzle s ... 　　"Gurgle" "Gurgle" "Gurgle" "Gurgle" "Gurgle" "Gurgle" "Gurgle" 　　Finally, "drip," all the milk sprayed out. It felt so good. 　　It's all thanks to this body type that everyone saw... I leaked milk... 　　So embarrassing, so shameful, so perverted, so comfortable, so exciting! 　　And I feel so excited! 　　Everyone encouraged me, telling me to express more. 　　Everyone praised me, telling me to squeeze out even more.

So good! So good! So good! So good!

I became even more unrestrained.

I squatted on the computer chair with my legs spread in an M-shape, squeezing my breasts incessantly. Squeezing and squeezing and squeezing and squeezing and squeezing and squeezing
...

The screen was covered in my milk. The table was covered in my milk. My milk was everywhere.

My nipples even grew longer.

Later, I even sat on the computer desk, spread my legs, and let the milk
soak my so-called bikini panties that were so tight they were about to break. I let the milk soak my thighs, my lower abdomen, and my vulva.

"Do I have to masturbate while everyone is watching me?"

Just being watched there was already... milk, vaginal fluid...

such a lewd position. Such a shameful action. Such a perverted me...

My clitoris started to get hard. My little flesh... wanted to feel good~ "Pfft" "Pfft" "Pfft
"

Oh no, why is my vulva farting like a fart? This sound is so shameful!

My mask was completely soaked. It wasn't because of my breast milk, but because I was so happy that I kept
drooling . Through my mask, I was breathing heavily, and drool wasn't just
flowing from the corners of my mouth, but from my entire lower lip. Oh no, even my snot seemed to be flowing uncontrollably.

"Miss ZY, you're so lewd!"

"Miss ZY, I really want to play with your pussy!"

Looking at the comments on the screen made me even more excited. I think I'm hallucinating; it's like so many,
many dicks are appearing in mid-air around me! I'm surrounded by huge dicks on all four sides! So good! Some spurted on my hair, some
inside my ears, some in my nostrils, some on my eyelashes, some in my mouth, some on my breasts,
some in my armpits, some on my thighs, some on my knees, some on my arms
, some on my feet, some on my fingers, some on my calves, some in my anus, some on my lower
abdomen , some between my toes, some
on my back.

I most want everyone to spurt inside my pussy! Inside my cunt!
Deep

Hahahaha! Everyone's watching me masturbate live. It feels like everyone's spurting on me! It's okay if they spurt on my breasts.

It's okay if they

spurt on my mouth .

It's okay if they spurt on my anus.

I really want to be cummed on! I really want to…

please cum on me!!!

The first chapter of "Heo Jung-yeon is 30 Years Old This Year" ends.

"Beep beep...beep beep...beep beep..."

"What am I doing?"

The phone kept ringing. The phone kept vibrating in my hand.

Sometime three days ago. Everyone was chatting happily in the group. I don't know why the conversation turned
to me. One of them was a knight in the guild. Every day he locked himself in the guard room,
flirting with girls, fighting monsters, leveling up, flirting with girls, fighting monsters, leveling up, flirting with girls, fighting monsters, leveling up. Every day like this...
Suddenly

he sent me a tag, asking if I was really a girl. It makes sense, after all,
many men in real life create female accounts to play games. These cross-dressers are all incredibly skilled, and now
there tutorial videos on "voice faker" and "makeup" that are posted
for free on a video website called "Bilibili".

The "masters" on the website are all incredibly professional. I once saw a video where a
"master" changed into women's clothing, then did makeup, a wig, and a voice faker. She livestreamed herself
shopping, eating, and going to bars like a girl from day to night, and even successfully hooked up with a handsome guy. But the livestream
only ended after she went to a bar. I doubt she went to a hotel. Otherwise, if she took off her clothes and found out the other person was also a guy, she'd probably
beat him to a pulp.

That male knight tagged me, saying that audio and video shouldn't be trusted. He went straight to the point
and asked if we could meet up.

Seriously… insane.

How could that be?

So I gave him a few casual replies and ignored him.

But he went on to brag in the group about what kind of cross-dressing account I was, that I created a priest character and tricked other
men into leveling him up without contributing anything myself. He even accused me of being a thief, not only stealing experience from teammates
but also following behind the attackers and picking up dropped equipment when they couldn't react.

I couldn't be bothered with him. Anyway, I have no friends in real life, and those so-called friends in the virtual world are even less likely.

But then, the group admin spoke up.

The group owner is a veteran player, having played since the old servers. He's
been playing non-stop for almost a minute. Apparently, he has over ten accounts, each capable of running five characters simultaneously.
More than half of his dozens of characters are already level 251, the maximum level. Whether it's a clown, swordsman, knight,
mage , blacksmith, or archer, they're all equipped with maxed-out gear and full stat bonuses.

I was, of course, very envious. But free-to-play games like this are actually the most expensive.
All the probabilities in the game are incredibly low. You need a lot of time and money to increase
them . And those who can play this kind of game well are almost always
from wealthy families.

At this point, the group owner tagged me, asking if I was interested in attending a guild gathering in real life.

Initially, I was reluctant, but since he's the group owner, I worried that a blunt reply might get me
kicked out of the guild. So I replied that I'd think about it.

"That's a real shame," the group owner said, adding a "crying" emoji. "
Actually , I've been watching you for a while. I saw your post on the official website's forum; it's a
story about meeting and falling in love because of a game, right? It's really well-written."

"Huh? You saw it?"

"Yeah! Why?"

"No, I just feel a little embarrassed."

"No, no, no, I genuinely think you wrote well. Especially the part about the male protagonist logging on every day waiting for a reply he
might never receive. I was so moved I cried when I read that part." She then added a
"crying" emoji.

"Don't say anymore, I actually wanted to delete the post, but for some reason it was marked as featured. I ca
n't delete it."

"So, good works are definitely popular." The group admin suddenly changed the subject. "Also
, I saw on your forum profile that your birthday is in three days, right?"

What? When did I become so stupid? I actually posted my real information? I immediately
opened the forum and went to the profile editing section. I finally breathed a sigh of relief; only the birthday was real, the other
details like name and address were just random stuff I'd filled in. Sigh… thank goodness.

"So that's why I wanted to invite you to the party. It happens to be our guild's
monthly event. It's mostly people with titles in our guild who go, let me calculate..." There was
a moment of silence on the other end of the screen, "...about seven or eight people. And it's about half men and half women. You should
come , I really want to."

"This..."

"Don't be so shy. We're all adults, aren't we? Let's chat privately, give me your phone number
, I'll contact you later."

"But you don't know where I am?" "

Oh right, then send me your location."

"Okay."

Just like that, I was led by the nose by the guild leader, and in a moment of impulse, I actually
sent him my phone number and location. I regretted it, but I was also a little excited.

"Beep beep...beep beep...beep beep..."

"What am I doing?"

The phone kept ringing. The phone kept vibrating in my hand.

I sat on a chair in an open-air cafe by the roadside. I was a little nervous, and I didn't even
realize my phone was ringing. Ugh... I really don't know what I'll do when I see so many people. I'm so nervous...

I've inexplicably ended up attending a guild member's offline birthday party.

Is it because I'm too lonely? No, I'm already regretting it.

Ah... never mind.

I washed my hair last night, and it smells pretty good this morning. I'll do a quick comb through my slightly flowing , golden-yellow shoulder-length hair. How should I style it to look good? Right, I definitely need to wear
that fox-shaped hair accessory . 　　I'll apply some blush and lipstick. I don't even have a complete set of cosmetics, so I'll just have to make do. 　　Besides, I don't usually buy many clothes, and even when I do, I always pick the cheapest ones. This makes me feel a bit uneasy and ashamed today. I never expected that the new dress would be a strapless, off-the-shoulder top that shows off my arms and lower abdomen. It only covers from the armpits to the chest and upper waist. Oh my god! And the size is too small, so I can't fit into a bra, and my nipples are faintly showing. Did I not even look carefully when I bought it? Was I really that focused on playing games? 　　The most embarrassing thing is that short skirt. It doesn't even come with safety shorts! I really shouldn't have chosen this skirt with only one big hole just to save 12 yuan. And it's a super short skirt, so if I take even a slightly bigger step, people next to me see my tight white thong. I guess if we were to have sex, I wouldn't even need to lift the skirt, I could just stick my butt out. 　　Oh my god! What am I thinking? 　　Luckily, I bought the right shoes, a pair of black high heels that I can wear with anything. It's just that the bag is a bit old. After all, I haven't bought a bag in a long time, this is a gift I bought for myself 　　when I first started working . 　　Just as I was constantly regretting, constantly reflecting, and constantly spacing out, a young man walked up to me. My god! So young? 　　"Are you Ms. Jung-yeon?" 　　I nodded up and down. 　　"Oh my god! It really is you. You're so beautiful! Even more beautiful and taller than I imagined." 　　Yes, my figure and appearance used to be my proudest assets. But that was all in the past. Until he left me. 　　"No, you're too kind." 　　"No, no! I'm not being polite. It's just what I really think. Ms. Jung-yeon, you're really beautiful. I'm really angry that people in the group said that about you!" 　　"It's okay, it's okay..." After exchanging a few pleasantries, I felt something was wrong. Why, only the president came? 　　"What? Everyone had something to do and didn't come? Do they hate me? So they don't want to celebrate my birthday ? Did they cancel it?" I was a little flustered. 　　"Calm down, Jung-yeon. Calm down." 　　"Ah..." 　　"I'm sorry, it was my arrangement. Actually, I asked them not to come." 　　"You didn't want everyone to come?" 　　"Yeah, because I wanted to go on a date with just the two of us." 　　How could that be? The president actually wanted to go on a date with just the two of us? I was flustered again. 　　After comforting me, the president took me, who had accepted reality, shopping around and even picked out several outfits for me. He even bought me a bag and high heels and had the shop assistant pack them up and send them to my room. 　　It was quickly past 8 PM. 　　The president took me to a stylish Western restaurant. It was clearly an expensive place. 　　The waiter even pushed out my chair as I sat down. I knew that even working hard for a month wouldn't be enough to afford a meal here. Then, the waiter handed me a menu. I took it nervously, and the waiter even gave me a smile. Good heavens, I was so embarrassed . 　　There wasn't a single Chinese character on the menu, just English… 　　“d…ddd…dddd…d take…and what’s that menu? Does it mean menu?” My eyes scanned the menu; it was all English, not even numbers like 123456789. I thought, “They don't even list prices? What kind of rip-off is this?”

"Money...money...not enough money," I stammered softly, not expecting the chairman to hear me.
The restaurant was unusually quiet.

"It's your birthday today, it's alright, I'll treat you. Don't worry about it."

"Treat me?"

"Yeah, it's fine. How about I order? How about filet mignon? And a bottle of red wine?"

"These are expensive, aren't they?"

"It's nothing, it's nothing. Do you want some lobster? I'll order it."

Before I could answer, he beckoned to the waiter. He and the waiter were conversing fluently in English;
if you only heard their voices, you'd never guess that the person in front of me wasn't a foreigner. I finally realized
that the difference between us wasn't just about family background.

I enjoyed the meal very much and was grateful to him. He was a great conversationalist; eating with him was never
boring . Every topic was perfectly chosen, it felt like chatting with an old friend. We drank a whole bottle of
red wine.

In the room.

"Miss Jung-yeon's breasts are amazing! I can't even hold them all in one hand. And they're so soft."

Suddenly, the president grabbed me from behind and attacked me, lifting my clothes up directly. My
large breasts, unrestrained by my bra, bounced out like rabbits. His hands squeezed my breasts tightly;
perhaps because my breasts were so soft, his fingers even dug into the flesh,
shaping into strange shapes.

I started sweating again. With his intrusion on my breasts like this, my body began to feel sticky.

All the lights in the room turned on, the light even a bit dazzling.

In this environment, I think he could see even the slightest expression on my face clearly.

I raised my hands above my head, then reached behind me to hug his neck. We were too close; his
masculine breath kept teasing my sensitive ears. My long, golden hair fell naturally
down to my armpits, and with the swaying of my body and the frequency of his fondling of my breasts,
the constantly teased the most sensitive spot in my armpits.

"Ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah..." I couldn't help but
moan.

The president's technique in playing with my breasts was amazing; the tip of his left little finger kept scraping my nipple. His
other hand was sometimes forceful and sometimes gentle, kneading my breast. It felt so good.

"Ah...like this...no, I don't want to. Ah..."

"I'm sorry! Ms. Jung-yeon. I accidentally became captivated by you."

"But...ah...but, we...we...are...only...meeting...for the first time...ah...
don't...do this..."

"Ms. Jung-yeon, do you hate me?"

I was so comfortable that I couldn't stop my seductive moans. I thought to myself, although it's our first
meeting, it's not that I hate him. On the contrary, I like him a little.

Then he brought his mouth close to my ear, sticking out his wet, slippery tongue, teasing my earlobe.
This tingling sensation once again overwhelmed my senses.

Soon we were both completely naked. Although, for me, that so-called dress and
skirt were probably more eye-catching.

He sat on a single sofa, legs spread wide. The small lamp beside the sofa was turned up to its brightest setting.
Perhaps he wanted to see me more clearly, and the expression on my face as I sucked his cock.

This was the taste of a cock I'd never heard of before. I saw his eighteen-centimeter-long cock, already
erect and very hard, the glans the size of a ping-pong ball, saturated with blood, yet a tempting pink,
shimmering with an alluring light. I estimated that I'd have to stretch my cherry-like mouth to its maximum to barely take that glans
in .

I couldn't help but swallow.

I knelt about two feet in front of him, then slowly crawled step by step to the chairman
. I held his left calf with one hand and his swollen, erect penis with the other. I lowered my head and took the glans
into my mouth, then opened my mouth and began to suck on it. "Tsk...tsk...tsk tsk tsk tsk," I sucked, licked, teased, and rubbed, just like those nymphomaniacs

in Japanese AV movies ... 　　"Ah...ah...ah...my penis. So good...ah...Miss Jung-yeon, your mouth is so soft. You're so good at sucking!" After saying that, the president inserted one hand into my long hair, held my head, and thrust his lower body in and out of my mouth, making me a little dizzy. 　　I felt a little uncomfortable. I 　　quickly pushed him away, raised my head like a female dog, and said to him, "Why don't you wait for me, okay?" 　　The president didn't speak, but just smiled and nodded. At the same time, he stopped moving and began to concentrate on enjoying the pleasure that my cherry-like mouth brought to his penis. 　　I took his entire glans into my mouth, sucking like an octopus until my cheeks were sunken . Then I teased the tip of his penis with my tongue, sucking the fluid inside like a milker. 　　"Uh...uh...is it good?" I couldn't speak . But didn't that make it even more irresistible to a man? 　　"Miss Jung-yeon, ah...it feels so good! Don't stop..." I was surprised that he could still hear me . Then I released his penis and started circling and licking the glans with my tongue, making it shiny. 　　I thought to myself, "How long has it been since I've had a cock?! When did I become like this? How can I get this hard? It feels like I'm about to cum, there's already a lot of clear pre-ejaculate coming out of my urethra. So hot! So hot! It's already starting to vibrate, it's on my tongue, is it about to cum?" 　　I took the ping-pong ball-sized glans into my mouth again, sucking hard in waves until my cheeks were sunken. At the same time, I made moaning sounds from my throat, "Mmm... mmm... hmm..." 　　"So amazing! Ms. Jung-yeon, ah... ah... I feel so good! You really know how to suck cock." 　　After hearing that, I pushed him down and leaned against the sofa. I sucked even harder, my lips tightly wrapped around his penis.

He kept shaking his head, swaying it from side to side, tightly enveloping
the penis with his lips, then slowly pulling it back until only the glans remained in his mouth, repeating this motion over and over, "Mmm...mmm...
mmm ...mmm..." seductive moans continuously escaped from deep within his mouth and throat.

"Ah!!! No! Miss Jung-yeon, I want to cum! It feels so good! So comfortable!"

Just like that, he ejaculated! The penis in my mouth swelled and throbbed, the large glans
swelling and throbbing, followed by a jet of hot, thick semen that shot deep into my mouth,
some even reaching my esophagus. I couldn't help but feel nauseous, my throat
spasming in waves! I wanted to spit out the semen and the penis together, but the chairman blocked my mouth with his penis and
held my head down with one hand, forcing me to swallow the semen.

"Mmm...mmm...mmm...mmm...mmm..."

I helplessly swallowed all the semen he ejaculated into my mouth, then sucked on the glans. Only
then did the president, satisfied, pull his large penis out of my mouth and gesture for me to open it so he
could inspect it .

"He just suddenly ejaculated like that, my mouth is full of semen!" My head started to
spin .

I deliberately opened my mouth for him to see; there was still some unswallowed white semen inside, covering
the inside of my mouth and my tongue. I thought I must look incredibly lewd.

A moment later, he helped me to the bed.

"Ah!" I almost let out a sigh of relief. I thought, "That's amazing!!" The president
's large penis was a full eighteen centimeters long, completely pressing against my clitoris, instantly
melting . "I can't move my body, what happened? A complete stranger has penetrated me without a condom.
The feeling of a penis without a condom... Ah!"

At this point, our position was just a normal missionary position.

"Wait a minute! The condom isn't... on yet..." But the president seemed lost in my body and
couldn't hear me at all. I could only feel his big penis going in and out of my body, becoming more and
more skilled and faster with each thrust. The pleasure in my abdominal cavity finally made me unable to hold back any longer. I wrapped my arms around the back of
the president 's neck, hugged him tightly, and rested my head on his shoulder so that he couldn't see my
lewd appearance, which was almost screaming with pleasure.

I never expected that this seemingly gentle president would be so amazing. His penis was thick, long
, and hard, hitting my G-spot with every thrust, and I could
feel . His stamina was exceptionally good, and he kept
entering my body at a rate of three thrusts per second. And each time, he would insert it all the way in, then pull it out until only the glans remained,
relentlessly thrusting into me with the most intense and forceful movements.

"Uh...uh...uh...uh...uh...uh..." I tried my best
not to moan, but the feeling of being manipulated like this was just too pleasurable.
Every thrust of the president's big cock made me feel incredibly good. I couldn't control my wanton and seductive moans. His
big cock pressed against the soft flesh of my vaginal wall, thrusting in and out rapidly, making my entire vagina feel tingly and numb.
In addition, he pressed hard against my cervix each time, giving me a sore and electric sensation with every thrust. Under
this double stimulation, my lower abdomen became hotter and hotter, and a large amount of vaginal fluid splashed out from where we were hitting each other,
slowly flowing from my vagina to my anus, through my buttocks, and onto the sheets on the bed.

Just as I felt myself getting ready to climax, the president suddenly grabbed my breasts tightly with both hands.

"Ah!! Milk... milk is coming out!"

"Wow! Miss Jung-yeon, your breasts can actually ejaculate milk?!"

"Ah... ah... ah... this is... my... umm... strange... constitution...
don't... use too much force... umm... ah"

"Miss Jung-yeon isn't strange at all!"

"Ugh... umm... eh... really...?"

"Yes! Really! I'm getting excited! I'm going to fuck you until you're ecstatic!"

Really... the pleasure coming from my pussy! So comfortable...

the president's face showed a competitive and playful smile, and then he helped me up. He entered me from behind
. Not only that, he also pushed and pulled me to the dressing mirror. So that I could see
how lewd and unrestrained I was now.

I continued to do as he had done with my breasts earlier, raising my hands high and reaching behind to hug his neck.
While he was thrusting into me, he was also squeezing my breasts with both hands. I was being milked like a cow.

"Ahhh! Ahhh... Waaaaah..." Facing the mirror in this position, I felt incredibly
ashamed , yet also incredibly excited and stimulating. It was my first time having someone else express my milk. It felt even better than I imagined.
No... my mind is completely blank!

"Waaaah... Ohhh... Mmm... Ohhh..."

So good!

Then we changed positions many times. Until he couldn't hold on any longer, he sat on the single sofa,
and I sat on his lap with my back to him. My long, slender, white legs were placed on the
armrests , and his hands seemed to be hugging me from behind, but actually, his left hand was grasping and kneading my right breast,
and his right hand was squeezing and playing with my left breast.

Being held like this, without thinking, my waist moved on its own. So good!

This feeling? Am I about to ejaculate?

"Mmm... Ahhh... Ahhh..."

"A little deeper! I'm going to come! Miss Jung-yeon!" "

Ahhh..."

"I'm going to cum!!!! I'm cumming!!!!"

"No! I don't have a condom...! Waaah... Can I cum in... my mouth?
... Ahhhh!! The semen is so hot!"

He actually cummed so much inside? "Ahhh..." So hot! It's all semen, and it's even flowing
out ! My uterus feels like it's on fire. What?! He actually wants to cum inside? No way!
But even though I'm worried about getting pregnant, which is scary. But it really...

feels so good!

Why aren't you resting after you've already ejaculated? What? You want to change positions?

How many more times is he going to thrust into me? He's going to do it again? "Ahhhhhh..." There's still semen
inside , and he's still going to ejaculate inside me. Oh well, I don't know anymore... Anyway, it's all inside...
Because...

it feels so good!

I want more!!!

"Ahhhhhh..." My defenses were completely broken by his fierce onslaught. The tingling, numb
pleasure in my lower abdomen intensified rapidly, and my pussy was overflowing with lustful fluids under his powerful penetration. The intense
sexual passion made me lose all sense of reason. "Mmm... mmm... ah... ah... um
... ah... ah... ah... ah..." I was completely overwhelmed by pleasure, completely surrendering to his
big cock, only knowing to be fucked and constantly letting out pitiful and desolate moans and cries.

My girlish joy echoed in the room. "Ah...ah...uh...oh...uh...
President...you...ah...you...how...um...so intense...ah...ah...uh...it
feels so good...ah...um...I...I...I'm almost...oh...oh...I'm almost dying of pleasure from you...
uh...ah...ah...ah..."

Hearing me say this, the president probably became smug. He deliberately didn't thrust his big cock in any harder,
suddenly only gently pawing at the entrance of my vagina. I felt a burning heat down there, but I could only be made to itch by him.
My empty vagina desperately awaited the president's big cock, so I was so anxious that I forgot all about shame. "Ah...
What's wrong... I want... deeper... I beg you... um... um..."

"Miss Jung-yeon! You're such a slut... Do you really want me to fuck your uterus to pieces...?"

"Um... um... Yes... I'm a slut... I want you to fuck my uterus open... shoot
inside ... make my belly big... um... um... oh..."

"Then can you call me husband?"

At this point, I'd rather die than just call you husband... "Husband... husband...
... hurry and put it in... I want to make your belly big... keep shooting your semen into my uterus...
keep shooting, don't stop!"

The chairman seemed satisfied after hearing what I said. So he lifted my buttocks up again, making me bend
over against the bed, like a slutty sow. Then he held my slender waist and thrust his big cock all the
way in again.

*Slap slap slap slap... slap slap slap slap... slap slap slap slap... slap slap slap slap... slap slap slap slap

... "Ah... ah... ah... ah... ooh ooh ooh ooh... mmm..."

The intertwined flesh colliding and the girl's lewd moans in the room just wouldn't stop.

He ejaculated inside her again! Such powerful semen! So thick! How many times has he ejaculated inside her already...? She's had
so many orgasms, her body is completely exhausted, her whole body is covered in semen. Her hair, her face,
her breasts , her thighs, her vagina. So much... I can't even think...

After I got home, I logged onto QQ again. The group was so lively, so many people were chatting. But when I opened the group messages,
I found everyone was talking about me…

Tang Seng: “…No way? So lewd? They won’t let us participate!!!! Protest! Protest!”

fate: “They even drank semen? Did they drink it clean?”

ohohoh: “That’s so lewd wwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww”

Mr. Apo: “Is that bitch lying?”

Mr. Apo: “She can actually produce milk? Is she already pregnant? And is she taking advantage of you?”

wring: “The president is amazing!”

wring: “I recently had sex with my girlfriend.”

Green Hero: “She’s not a virgin anymore.”

Green Hero: “She’s pregnant wwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww "

Swordsman Guild" President is amazing! +1 "

Free and Easy" President is amazing! +1 "

Miss, your panties are down" President is awesome! +10086

From: melody_
To: Miss Jung-yeon
Content:

Jung-yeon, you bitch, flesh toilet, fox spirit.

Don't think that just because you had sex he's your boyfriend.

Go to hell ,

　 ugly

president, you're just playing around.

I've been dating the president for a long time.

Don't think you're so great just because you gave him your stinky cunt.

From: burnsd
To: Miss Jung-yeon
Content:

I heard you like sex

, let me be your fuck buddy.

Don't worry, I'll pay.

Looking at these messages, I had no idea what to do...

"Crack!!!" I threw the mouse hard on the ground, and it shattered into pieces.

I leaned back weakly against the back of my computer chair.

With a heart as cold as ashes, I saw the paper cutter used for unpacking packages and prepared... ...

" Ding- dong 　　... Welcome!" This was a recording 　　played by a mechanical sensor in the convenience store. Whenever someone entered, the small speaker would repeat this sound. 　　This was a 7-Eleven. It was that annoying night again. The stars in the sky were completely obscured by the city lights. So I had no idea whether it was cloudy or sunny; only the particles told me that the weather was dry and muggy, making me very uncomfortable. 　　After entering the convenience store, I didn't look around but went straight to my usual shelf. Above...

The store was stocked with nothing but puddings. Some were cheap, four or five yuan a box, while others were more expensive, twelve or thirteen yuan a box. I didn't have much money in
my pocket , but my craving made me come to the convenience store anyway. I grabbed the cheapest
box of pudding from the shelf…

(End of Chapter Two of "Heo Jung-yeon is 30 Years Old This Year")

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