All My Murim Noonas Are Obsessed With Me!

"Wha…?"

His shaft twitched wildly, desperate to release—yet nothing came out—

Like something blocked it—

Trembling eyes flicked up to her—

Her gaze—cold, emotionless—clashed with the faint smirk tugging at her lips—stirring him—

"There, there, little one—good boy… you held out so well… just a bit longer, okay…?"

"Ah… ah…"

"Later—I'll let you go as much as you want—'til you're sick of it… just bear with me for now…?"

—Slap!

"Hngh!"

"Gotta enjoy myself too—after all the fun I've given you."

Her hips kept rocking—

The sharp, bloody scent around them screamed she'd been a virgin 'til moments ago—yet she moved like it meant nothing—

No fancy tricks like Dang Ayeong—just raw, forceful thrusts—but each slam of her pelvis against his drew girlish whimpers from his lips—

"Hah! Ngh! Hnngh!"

Pride? Long gone—

Pleasure tore through his mind—leaving no room for shame to crumble—

Overwhelming bliss pricked his tear ducts—drops spilling out—

Eyes clenched shut—vision already dim—now blurred further by tears—

Her figure faded—was it a bad omen, or a mercy without visual fuel?

Didn't matter—

He just wanted her satisfied—wanted this over—

Keep this up, and he'd break—

Addicted to pleasure—falling into a life he couldn't crawl back from—fear surged—

—Twitch!

A flash—old days drifting in back alleys—snapped him awake—

No—

Couldn't sink back there—

—Grit

Forcing focus—teeth clenched—

He'd endure whatever came next—

—Stroke stroke

"…Good job."

A gentle hand brushed his hair—

Her height meant only fingertips reached—but it calmed him somehow—

Eyes opened fully—her face flushed, breathing ragged—

She was close too—clear as day—

Soon, this pent-up flood would hit him—he shut his eyes, bracing—

And he was right—

Mid-thrust, she paused at the peak—holding her breath—

—SLAM!!

A brutal drop—hard enough to bruise—

—Spluuuurt!!! Splurt!! Spluuuurt!!!

"…♥!!!"

Vision flashed white—mind nearly slipped—clinging to consciousness—

A scream tried to burst out—he clamped his mouth shut—fighting the tidal wave—

—Splurt!! Splurt!! Spluuuurt!!

Not a proper release—it dragged on—waves crashing endlessly—

Even the toughest rock erodes under relentless tides—

His mental walls buckled—letting pleasure stain his mind—

But mercifully, it wasn't infinite—

—Drip…

His exhausted shaft softened inside her—flood subsiding—

"Haaah…♥ Haaah…♥"

He collapsed—tongue lolling—

He'd survived—

Thought he'd shatter—but he made it—

—Rustle

How? Beyond him—

Didn't matter—he'd endured—the pleasure hell was over—

His shaft—limp—balls drained dry—

Time to rest—

"AAAAHHH!!!"

She jolted upright—shrieking—

"No—stand up!! Make it stand!! NOW!!"

"W-What's wrong…?"

"M-My first time!! My turn!! It was mine!! Make it stand—quick!!"

Tears streamed down her aggrieved face—shaking his shoulders—

She looked so pitiful—eyes welling—

"N-No… I'm spent today…"

"Only three times!! You went over ten with Dang Ayeong—don't give me that!! Stand it up!!"

"B-But—"

Normal men—three's a lot—

Ten? Freakish—

And these three peaks? Unmatched in intensity—count alone wasn't fair—

"No… my first… not like this… it's mine…"

She sniffled—hands pressing his chest—

Why so upset? No clue—but he tried prying her off—

—Zap!

—Flinch!

A jolt shot from her palm—

A strange tingle bloomed where she touched—

Weird enough to make him twitch—

Like electricity sparked through him—

"Stand… stand it up…!"

—Zap!

"Hngh?!"

Another shock—body jerked—

Then it hit—

'Electricity…?'

Current from her hand—making him flinch—

But knowing that—how'd it tie to the moan that slipped out?

Sensitive or not—surely not that—

"…What was that?"

"W-What?"

"You moaned just now—didn't you?"

"N-No—must've imagined it—"

Her teary eyes narrowed—piercing him—

He wanted to look away—her stare digging for truth—but that'd admit the lie—

Gritting his teeth—he locked eyes—

"…Guess I misheard."

She pulled back—breaking the stare first—

Victory—

—Zap!

"Hyaa?!"

A sneak shock—

Hand flew to his mouth—eyes trembling—gaping at her—

She wasn't that dense—

"…You feel this too, huh?"

Her face lit up—same smug look as when she'd worked him with her chest—

Heart sank—

"N-No—misunderstanding—just startled—"

"Hmm… then this?"

Two fingers pressed against him—tingling jolts crept up—

Not the sharp zaps—ticklish pleasure—

"Hnngh…"

A buzzing thrill spread—lifting his mood—

Hips twitched—soft moans escaped—

Like a massage—pleasant yet lewd—

"…Not enough?"

—Zap!

"Hnngh?!"

She cranked it up—

"Ah… ngh… ah…"

"Mm—nice face now—"

"W-Wait—this feels weird—"

"Then… here…"

Her sparking fingers slid down—chest, stomach, navel—stopping just above his shaft—

Guessing her intent—his face paled—

"N-No idea what—but you should stop—"

Then—

—ZAP!

"?!"

The current surged—drawn to her fingertips—piercing deep—hitting something—

Hips arched—toes splayed—

—Spurt!

"Nghhh…♥"

His limp shaft sprang up—spewing something—not cum, not pre-cum—

Already wrecked—now milked to the root—brutal—

—Tremble tremble

"Haa…♥ Haaah…♥"

Pleasure and exhaustion fused—overwhelming—

Strength gone—from bliss or fatigue? Unclear—

One thing sure—

That last hit was dangerous—

"S-Stop… it's weird…"

"It's hard now—doesn't that mean you want it?"

"N-Nooo…"

A hard shaft didn't mean he craved more—

This damn thing—second brain—never obeyed—

Standing again after emptying? Unnatural—

Forced up by her shocks—swear to the heavens—he didn't want this—

"S-Stop—really—"

"I worked hard to get it up—don't waste it!! Should've saved some for me!!"

"L-Later—I'll do it later… just not now…"

Zap.

"Guhhh♥"

Another jolt hit my prostate—

Eyes rolled back, head snapped—

"J-Just once—please—just until I finish—can't you manage that?"

Zap! Zap! Zap!

"Grrrgh…♥♥"

"Y-Yeah? I'll make it good—sure, we share sensations, but it's different when I do it—one last push…"

Yeo Socheon kept zapping my prostate—

She clearly didn't grasp the havoc she was wreaking—

Each shock sent convulsive pleasure ripping through me—relentless—I couldn't answer sanely—

Drool pooled—I couldn't swallow—

Her face blurred—

Unlike the forced ecstasy earlier, this was raw, physical—my body just twitched—

Zap!

"…!!!!"

Pleasure crossed a threshold—my hips bucked, dick plunging deeper into her—

Gush!!

"♥♥♥♥♥!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

An unbelievable torrent of cum—how was there still so much?—burst out—

That was the last thing I felt before blacking out—

My brain's fuse blew—vision faded—my body, lifted by ecstasy, sank—

"A-Are you okay?! W-What did I just—y-you're not dying, right?! Right?!"

Her panicked voice echoed—

Next time I wake, I'm unloading every curse I've got, I thought—

Then consciousness drowned—

++++

Deep in the mountains, a small house—

Inside, a room with sagging golden cords—

At its center, a shimmering golden furball—

From afar, just fur—but up close, nine radiant golden tails—

In this world, only one being bore nine golden tails—a spirit and demon—its identity obvious—

Within those tails, a woman—hair matching their glow—lay curled, naked—

A face to topple nations—no idiom too grand—

Breasts, rare in the Central Plains—huge, nearly her head's size—most would doubt their eyes—

A waist so slim it defied her chest's weight—no fat—

Hips as lush as her breasts—

Over-the-top, yet perfectly balanced—

A beauty beyond mortals—even master artists would curse their skills and snap their brushes—

'…Not much longer.'

She twisted within her tails, eyes shut—

Living centuries, few moments thrilled her like this—not in over 900 years—

Born a fox spirit, ascending to a godlike state after 1,000 years of cultivation—every fox demon's dream—

Common knowledge: a tail grows each century—

But after nine—becoming a Gumiho—do they keep growing? Few knew—

A ten-tailed fox—Sipmiho—no records in the Central Plains' vast history—

Yet whispers claimed: after enduring 1,000 years as a Gumiho, tails shrink to one—

One tail, split nine ways, mimicking nine—

The next stage—

A fox at that realm rivaled gods—

Her cultivation neared 1,000 years—

Less than a year—months away—

Then, the next stage—

She'd lent her precious fox bead—vital as her life—to her disciple, delaying ascension—

But her disciple was just beyond the golden cords—so what?—

She'd finish, step out, reclaim it, and ascend—

The only hitch—if her disciple misused the bead—

She wasn't the only one needing strength—

The bead required energy too—

No issue—

It already held plenty—

As long as her disciple didn't waste it reading the heavens—

A few times? Fine—

Dozens, hundreds? Trouble—

'…He wouldn't find much to read here anyway.'

At most, he'd check when she'd emerge—

She didn't imagine him leaving—

Too timid—clinging to her at night, scared—

No guts to wander—

Impossible—

She trusted him—

No worries—

'…Wait a bit—I'll take you to see the martial world, as you wanted…'

She'd planned a leisurely ascent—but his longing hastened her—

She refocused, eyes closing—

"See that tree? I planted it when you were a toddler—now it's taller than you. Back then, it barely reached your knees."

"…By the time you come out, it'll bear fruit."

"Time's flown…"

Smirk.

Their last talk before she entered—

"When I come out…"

"Don't say more, Master—it tempts misfortune."

"…Even parting, so like my disciple."

Unfinished then—

"We'll pick its fruit together, then head to the martial world—you wanted that."

She savored it silently—

++++

"Guhhh…"

Waking, pain hit—everywhere, mostly my groin—rage followed—

"Yeo Socheon, you fu—"

"Sorry! You're thirsty—water first!"

"Pfft?!"

A water bottle cut off my curse—

I wanted to chuck it and finish—but the cool relief softened my glare—

Yesterday's ordeal left me parched—

Gulp gulp.

"…"

"…"

Sweat sweat.

Glaring, I drank—she avoided my eyes, sweating—

She knows she fucked up.

'…Haa—calm down.'

I wanted to cuss her out—but not to her face—

"Mind if I call you a fucking bitch?"

"You already did?!"

"Oh—slipped out—too mad—guess that's harsh—how about fucking goddamn bitch?"

"You've done it again?! It's worse now?!"

"Fine, you bitch."

"Not even asking anymore?!"

Venting felt good—I sipped more—

Plenty, yet still thirsty—

Lost too much yesterday—

Wait—was it yesterday?

Last memory—passing out—could've been days—

Underground, no sun—didn't matter—

Ranting eased the anger—

Twitch twitch.

Her nervous fidgeting—satisfying—

No—shouldn't be.

She's at fault—

"Haa…"