Bribed by the Demon Lord Right Before the Ending

■ Juhwacheon □

“You want me to suck this?”

Instead of using my neck, I put strength into my waist and wagged my dick.

Then Dorothea, looking up at me with an expression of disbelief, stuck out her lips and said,

“You’re dirty because you haven’t showered. And I think I can smell sweat.”

It was all true, so I had nothing to say.

But I didn’t give up and thought about how to make her do a blowjob, then I noticed the half-finished bottle of alcohol on the table.

“Ah.”

A good idea came to mind.

I briefly got off the bed, grabbed the bottle that was half full, and poured the alcohol without hesitation onto my erect shaft.

Then I proudly extended my now-soaked dick to Dorothea.

“Isn’t this disinfected now?”

“Are you serious? Idiot.”

As if she hadn’t been pretending before, Dorothea sighed deeply—”Haa”—and grabbed the shaft with her right hand.

“I’ll do what you ask for now. Since it was me who first asked you to teach me sex.”

“You’ve thought it through well.”

“So, what should I do?”

While holding the shaft, I explained to Dorothea, who innocently asked.

“First, try licking it slowly with your tongue.”

“…Like this?”

Dorothea, with an expression that clearly showed reluctance, touched her tongue to the glans.

The Cooper’s fluid that had slightly leaked due to excitement disappeared as it touched her tongue.

She pulled her tongue back in and tilted her head with a curious expression.

“It doesn’t taste like anything. If anything, it tastes like the alcohol you just poured.”

I chuckled at Dorothea’s honest review and patted her head.

“That’s how it usually is. Foreplay is something you do more for the other person’s pleasure than your own.”

I praised her for doing well and told her the next step.

“Do you know those lollipops that kids eat? Imagine you’re eating one of those and start sucking.”

“…But this isn’t sweet.”

“That’s why I said to imagine.”

Though Dorothea hesitated slightly, she soon agreed and squatted down without complaint, beginning to suck on my still-sweaty-smelling dick.

At first, she only sucked on the glans, but as she became more accustomed, she started to take it deeper.

Chuorp—Chup—Chyuup—Chup—

Her blowjob was lacking in many ways—her teeth occasionally scratched, and her suction wasn’t strong enough—but I decided to focus on the fact that Dorothea, who was usually so proud, had lowered her pride and willingly began sucking.

She, who initially claimed she didn’t want to, was now enthusiastically sucking the dick.

Chuup—Chuup—

In the midst of her enthusiastic blowjob, she suddenly spat it out with a “Phew!” and asked while pressing the shaft against her cheeks like sticky rice cake.

“Anyway, why do we even have to do this? We could just insert it directly into the vagina and rock our hips, right?”

I shrugged and explained to her, who knew almost nothing about sexual relations, in simple terms.

“Think about it. Do you only eat plain rice when you have a meal?”

“No?”

“What you just said is exactly the same thing. It’s like saying you should always eat plain rice without any side dishes.”

“Oh.”

Dorothea’s face lit up with realization.

She then resumed as if to make up for the pause, grabbing the thick shaft and starting a handjob.

Though she lacked technique, her earnestness was evident, and soon the urge to climax rose within me. I gripped her twin tails tightly with both hands since they had been on my mind from earlier and shouted,

“Grr! I’m cumming!”

Bwuub—Bwuub—Bwuut!

“Eek!”

Dorothea tried to spit the dick out immediately, but perhaps because I was holding her hair with both hands, she couldn’t avoid it and ended up catching all the semen in her mouth.

“Ugh… It tastes weird.”

“Did you swallow it again? If you don’t like it, you could just spit it out.”

“It would be wasteful to throw it away.”

Saying that, Dorothea opened her mouth to show the accumulated semen inside, played around with her tongue for quite some time, and eventually swallowed it with a gulp.

I don’t know where she learned it, but it was truly a temptingly lewd action.

While I was savoring the afterglow of my first orgasm, Dorothea removed her last remaining barrier—the fishnet tights.

She must have thought they would get in the way during sex.

Now completely naked, she faced me on the bed, and despite the strangeness of the situation, we both felt shy and turned our heads away.

‘Wow. Why am I trembling?’

After taking a small deep breath in my mind, I embraced her petite body.

Regaining my composure, I spoke gently.

“I’ll insert it now.”

Dorothea, with her head bowed deeply, nodded slightly in response.

I laid her down on the bed.

And placed a pillow under her lower back.

I heard that doing it this way reduces pain during the first time.

Since this was Dorothea’s first experience, I decided to go with the missionary position so she could see my face and feel reassured.

When I positioned the glans near her already moist pussy, Dorothea shivered her shoulders.

Thinking that paying attention to every reaction like this would prevent us from actually doing anything, I thrust my hips forward in one swift motion.

“Aahk!”

Dorothea contorted her face in pain from the loss of virginity.

No matter how much she might be one of the Four Heavenly Kings or whatever, she was still an ordinary girl.

That fact hit me once again.

Knowing that moving my hips immediately would cause Dorothea pain, I held her tightly with my dick still buried inside her.

As we felt each other’s warmth and the excitement in our hearts settled somewhat, I finally managed to look her in the face, which I had been deliberately avoiding.

Dorothea, with her still red eyes brimming with tears, looked up at me and stretched out her arms with a dazed gaze.

“Start moving slowly.”

I readily decided to follow her request.

Though it was difficult to move my hips because of the intense pressure from her vaginal walls, I was still able to move.

Without even thinking about wiping the blood-streaked dick clean, I simply continued thrusting in and out of Dorothea’s vagina.

Despite having experienced countless holes until now, her pussy belonged to the top ten most talented I’d ever encountered.

At first, it was just a simple tingling sensation, but gradually, as her vaginal fluids began to secrete, the sound of flesh colliding became audible.

Pang! Pang! Pang! Pang!

I liked this sound because it was strangely addictive.

It was the genuinely obscene sound that could only be heard during the physical union of a man and a woman.

Though Dorothea was initially in so much pain, as time passed, she seemed to grow accustomed to it, twisting her face in pleasure and anguish.

Apparently, it was because she didn’t want to admit it due to the last remnants of her pride.

After continuing to thrust in and out of Dorothea’s tight hole for quite some time, another signal arrived.

“Grr, I’m about to cum.”

When I said this with an urgent expression, Dorothea, unbelievably skilled for someone experiencing it for the first time today, encouraged me to cum.

She leaned her pelvis forward slightly, pressed her hips against mine, and moved them around to maximize the pleasure we both felt.

“I’m cumming!”

I pulled out from her pussy and sprayed semen onto her white stomach.

Bwuut! Bwuub! Bwuut!

The forceful ejaculation covered her petite body.

However, Dorothea, seemingly unsatisfied as if the combustion was incomplete, touched the semen on her stomach with an expression of dissatisfaction.

She questioned me accusingly.

“Why did you pull out suddenly?”

“No matter what, internal ejaculation is a bit…”

Even though I have a playful streak, I knew enough manners to refrain from doing that.

But apparently, that wasn’t an acceptable answer, as Dorothea, after touching the semen on her stomach with a strange expression, firmly decided and said,

“Let’s do it one more time. This time, finish with a proper internal ejaculation. I’ll take the morning-after pill later.”

“Are you sure? I heard that the witch’s contraceptive pills aren’t 100% effective in preventing pregnancy.”

“That’s not your concern.”

If she wanted it, then fine.

Considering Dorothea’s first experience with the missionary position, I lifted her body abruptly.

Naturally, she wrapped her arms around my neck, forming what is commonly known as the cowgirl position.

Dorothea, claiming she had kissed a few times before, initiated the kiss by coming towards me this time.

Almost like a childish tantrum, I was at a loss on what to do, flustered, until Dorothea playfully smiled after nibbling on my lower lip and said,

“Surely, you’re not trying to say you’re tired already, are you?”

Just like how I had hurt her pride earlier, this time she returned the favor by hurting mine.

Honestly, any man would get angry hearing that.

“Position your vagina here. I’ll re-establish discipline for you after a long time.”

“Hah! Try if you can!”

It seemed like she intentionally provoked me to have better intercourse, but that didn’t matter.

My sole focus now was making her cry in pleasure on the bed after she had teased my masculinity.

With determination, I prepared myself and began kissing Dorothea, who still wore a provoking smile, once again intertwining our tongues.

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