EP.17: The Instinct of a Starving Predator (18+) 

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EP.17: The Instinct of a Starving Predator (♥︎) 

—Snap— 

"What's going on? Why are you suddenly undressing?" 

"Wait, you're even unzipping your pants? What's your plan?" 

As I began to undress, she opened her eyes drowsily. She swallowed hard, subtly scanning my body. Her gaze was so bold it was almost sticky. 

—Zipper sound— 

As my pants zipper fully came down, my erect penis sprang out, its presence fierce and powerful. I flexed it, making the tip quiver several times. 

—Giggle— 

She let out a cute giggle, seemingly surprised by my performance. She quickly covered her mouth, pretending she hadn't reacted. 

I felt a bit pleased but deliberately ignored her. Without any reaction from me, she began to gaze at my penis more openly. 

"... What's with that? Why does it look so sexy?" 

"It's not too ugly, and the color is kind of pretty. The shaving is neat too." 

"Sigh... It looks like I want to suck it." 

—Gulp— 

She gulped, her eyes fixed on me. She shook her head, denying her own actions, her lips tightly closed. It looked like she was watching a comedy. 

"Don't look at that. It'll just make me nervous." 

"It's just Teacher Kang's trick anyway." 

"He's trying to provoke me." 

"I won't fall for such a shallow tactic." 

However, her determination didn't last long. I started a striptease, pouring massage oil all over my body. 

I opened the bottle and applied the oil generously. The liquid flowed down my chest, tracing my muscles and flesh, creating a sticky sensation. The oil dripped from the tip of my penis, and Han-yeoul watched with her eyes wide open. 

Her lips remained parted, refusing to close. I ignored her reaction and focused on the AV video playing. The actress, who resembled Han-yeoul, was diligently servicing a man. I imagined her as Han-yeoul and became engrossed in the video. 

I grasped my thick penis with one hand, enjoying the friction of the oil as I stimulated my senses. A languid sigh escaped my lips. 

"Haah." 

—Squelch— 

The red tip of my penis peeked out from my fingers. Han-yeoul gazed at it, her lips moving involuntarily. I slowly increased the pace, moving my penis up and down. 

—Squelch, squelch, squelch— 

The oil dripped in rhythm, and Han-yeoul's eyes showed deep longing. 

"Ahh... If you're going to do that, why not with me? What a waste." 

"Maybe it's because of the oil, but you look kind of sexy." 

"You have some muscle too. You're sort of attractive, I suppose." 

She couldn't tear her gaze away from my sensual performance. Her sticky gaze roamed over my entire body, and I felt a strange pleasure. I intensified my movements, ignoring her completely. 

As I approached climax, I sped up further. Han-yeoul's eyes grew wide like a rabbit's. 

—Squelch, squelch, squelch— 

"Uhh! Ahh! Huh!" 

—Thud! 

My hips jerked, and a white, viscous fluid shot out. The powerful jet barely missed Han-yeoul, sticking to the mirror behind her. She gasped, shocked by the force. 

—Gurgle, gurgle— 

The climax continued, with eight thick jets splattering the elevator. Her beige dress was soon dotted with sticky droplets. 

"Haah... Haah... Haah." 

—Shiver— 

After releasing, I felt a chill run down my spine. Han-yeoul, meanwhile, was frozen, overwhelmed by the young man's vigor. 

I calmly wiped myself with tissue and began to tidy up my clothes. As my zipper went up and buttons were fastened, a wistful emotion flickered in her eyes. Once I was fully dressed, she let out a short sigh. 

—Sigh— 

"I wish you'd stayed undressed a bit longer." 

"As I watched him, I felt... something." 

Her stiff fingers subtly moved toward her groin, perhaps due to the intense male scent. It seemed her arousal switch had been flipped again. 

But just then, a mischievous idea struck me. Since I was going to tease her anyway, why not do it thoroughly? Instead of just a few hours, I could leave her for days. 

I quickly calculated this and stood up, a wicked smile spreading across my face. 

"Phew. This is suffocating. My nature doesn't fit this. I'll head up to the elevator ceiling. Staying here will make me suffocate." 

My sudden action startled her, and she asked: 

"What's going on? Are you giving up on our bet? We were supposed to see it through until the rescue team arrives." 

"The bet? We can settle it later. You won't give up anyway." 

"Yeah, that's true." 

"So, let's say the person who's more eager will find the other next time. That will be the day of our final showdown. I wonder who will win." 

I ended the training abruptly, and the dream world around us began to distort and collapse. Her bewildered face faded away like watercolors. 

I felt a bit of regret, as I had wanted to share more affection with Han-yeoul this time. However, my anticipation was greater than my regret. 

Sweet fruits become even sweeter after ripening. Han-yeoul's ripeness was heading towards its peak. 

The bed was drenched in sweat. Han-yeoul woke up with a deep sigh. 

Her expression, visible through the link, wasn't bright. She hadn't achieved what she wanted. 

"Ugh, that bastard. He came once and now he's in a philosophical mood?" 

"Why did the dream end right there? My luck is really bad." 

"I'm so frustrated. I should have done something." 

"If I knew, I would have just taken him." 

"That guy just enjoyed himself and finished." 

"Sigh... I'm so angry." 

She drank water from the bottle beside her bed, gulping it down irritably. As she was drinking, she suddenly dropped the bottle and opened her eyes wide. 

Something significant had occurred to her, and her expression hardened quickly. 

"... Wait a minute. His last words were strange." 

"Saying we should meet again later? That means he wants to see me again." 

"Is it possible for a fantasy created by my brain to say such things?" 

"Yes, thinking about it, that's not the only strange thing." 

"Saying the eager one should find the other? It sounds like he's a separate entity from my dream." 

"How is that possible? He's part of my dream, isn't he?" 

"Maybe... maybe this isn't just a dream?" 

Her chilling deduction sent shivers down my spine. Despite my casual words, her intuition was leading her straight to the truth. 

Soon, she formed a hypothesis: 

"What if... what if Teacher Kang's dream and mine are connected?" 

"What if we're meeting in the same dream?" 

"Definitely, the sensations were too vivid to be just a dream." 

"The Teacher Kang in the dream didn't feel like just a fantasy." 

"Besides, it's not just the dream that's strange." 

"The real Teacher Kang seems suspicious too." 

"Especially when we went shopping yesterday. There was something off about him." 

"What should I say? He seemed different." 

"He didn't seem to fear me anymore." 

"In fact, when he helped me pick underwear, there was a kind of affectionate feeling." 

"Can people change that easily?" 

"No, there must have been a strong trigger." 

"Ah, I feel it. I feel it." 

"It's a... fun feeling." 

"... Crazy. It's giving me goosebumps." 

The hairs on her arms stood up as she felt an eerie sensation. Her deductions made the feeling grow stronger, as if her hand was slowly closing around my neck. 

Han-yeoul's face, visible through the link, had eyes that shone like a black panther's in the moonlight. Her gaze was fierce and curious. 

Her lips curled into a savage smile. 

A hungry predator had caught the scent of its prey. 

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