Riser
patreon
38-24
🕑 Added 2025-08-23 18:44:40 +0000 UTCEP.24 How Could I Not Be Delighted to Meet a True Man
In front of everyone, I pounded Sohee's anus hard,
and ejaculated high into the air like a fountain.
With a splat, my semen soared high.
The First Lady, the President's wife, who had been watching in a daze,
had my semen land directly in her alluring mouth.
The First Lady, with my sticky stuff in her mouth,
immediately savored the taste, swallowed it with a sweet expression.
When the shocked President sitting next to her asked if she was okay,
the First Lady just acted as if nothing had happened.
After that incident, I had a meeting with the President.
He smoked a cigarette and talked to me about what happened earlier.
When he asked how I felt putting my semen in the First Lady's mouth and I couldn't answer...
He said something completely unexpected.
"I'm turned on. Really, seriously turned on."
... ... ...
...?!
What the hell is this?
Turned on... turned on...?
?!!! Did he really say he was turned on?
Did those words really come out of the mouth of that dignified man-the President?
Unable to believe it, I just stared blankly,
and the President chuckled and continued.
"I was turned on, but what about you?"
"Excuse me? You... you were turned on? Did I hear that right?"
"You heard right. So, what do you think? Were you... turned on too?"
"Wh-what?!!!"
How am I supposed to take this?
The President of the country has an NTR fetish?!
Not knowing what to say, my pupils just shook,
and the President's expression suddenly changed.
"She always puts on airs in front of people, acting noble and elegant as the First Lady.
But in reality, she's just a lewd housewife."
"Gasp-!!"
Shit. Is this for real?
Is the President really calling the First Lady a slutty, lewd milf right now?
Ah...
Maybe not quite that far?
"I'm really curious about your thoughts. Let's talk openly, as true men who love molestation."
"Wait... is this also part of the test?"
"A test?! Ah~! Hahahaha!! Don't worry. The test is over."
"Is that so? You're not testing me, right?"
"Haha!! You're worrying about nothing. You cum in another man's wife's mouth and worry about test questions?"
"Ah! Sorry."
"No!! I'm not asking to hear apologies. I want to know if you felt the same as I did, or if you had some other cool thoughts."
As soon as the President finished, my mind was thrown into chaos.
The President, always described with words like charisma and dignified,
now wanted to hear my thoughts about cumming in his wife's mouth.
But I couldn't really answer.
I didn't know what the President truly wanted, so my head just heated up with worry.
I couldn't give him a satisfying answer.
Apparently annoyed by my hesitation,
the President flicked his cigarette ash and said,
"Why are you so nervous? I really liked your answers, you know."
"Excuse me? What do you mean...?"
"The questions I wrote for the Molester Knight exam. You were the only one who understood their intent and gave exactly the answers I wanted."
"Ah~ Is that so. Hahaha... wow~"
...Wait a second.
What?!
All those crazy questions I wondered what kind of lunatic wrote-
Who is the best woman to molest, what is molestation, even the airborne erection question...
The person who wrote all those insane questions was this man? The President right in front of me?!!
My jaw dropped open.
Whether he noticed or not, the President just took a deep drag on his cigarette and continued.
"Did you like my questions? Were they good for selecting a Molester Knight?"
"Ah..! Did you... really write them yourself, Mr. President? I can't believe it..."
"Were they a bit hard?"
Hard or not, that's not the point...
They were just insane.
If I had to answer them again now, I don't even know if I could.
"No..! I think they were just right."
"Really? Actually, I wrote them not intending to let a single person pass."
"R-really?"
"I didn't want any half-assed guys to get through. If there wasn't a truly top talent, I was going to cancel the test entirely."
"No... I thought the questions were really, really, really good!"
"Hahaha! Is that so? Well... take a look at this."
Of course, I thought the questions were total bullshit,
but wanting to survive, I buttered up the President a little.
Apparently satisfied, he pulled out his phone, tapped a few times, and handed it to me with Instagram open.
"What's this?"
"Scroll through. See if you like it."
Not even Band, but Instagram...
Is this guy really an old man who uses modern social media?
I carefully took the phone and saw a secret Instagram account.
No followers, just an account for saving photos.
But...
All the photos were bizarre.
They looked like they were taken on old film, with poor quality and color.
The bottom right of the photos showed dates from the late 1980s.
All these old photos.
But every photo was of naked women.
Even... women getting their butts slapped, or with their mouths open, full of semen.
Cheerleaders in old uniforms, dingy elevators, retro streets...
Lewd photos taken in impossible places.
Women with old-fashioned hair and clothes, all making lewd faces as obscene as modern ahegao.
But next to them, again and again, was the same man-
smiling as happily as could be.
"Th-this! Isn't this you, Mr. President??!!"
"That's right. What do you think? I was quite the looker in my youth, wasn't I?"
"That's not the issue!! What are these photos?"
"Molestation."
"Excuse me?!"
"Photos from when I was a molester back in the day."
"Molester...?"
"That's right. Surprised?"
Shocked, I scrolled down-
there were at least 400 photos.
One thought came to mind: This guy is the real deal..!
Compared to me and the global perverts, he's on another level...
The real deal.
A fucking pervert.
A psycho molester maniac was right in front of me.
It was so unbelievable I briefly wondered if the photos were fake,
but the President's serious gaze,
the look of conquest only a true molester could have,
made such doubts vanish like dust.
"Those were good times. An age of romance when you could unleash your desires."
"Wow..! Mr. President..."
"Back then, there weren't things like CCTV everywhere. You could get away with a lot. I miss those days."
"Wait!! Are you saying you were a molester too, Mr. President?"
"That's right. Is that a problem?"
"Of course that's a problem..! Or is it...?"
"That's not a Molester Knight's answer. When you give women beautiful pleasure, do you do it thinking it's a bad thing?"
"Well... not exactly..."
"Be honest. This is a crucial issue for your future as a Molester Knight."
Be honest?
Heh. Mr. President~!
Of course, I think it's a beautiful act that awakens the true nature of filthy bitches!
Molestation is the best!! Kiyoot!!
...How could I say that honestly?
Not to an elder, practically like my uncle,
especially not to the President.
But...
My heart was already welcoming this cool guy.
This ultimate wolf.
He had amazing insight into molestation.
A President who unashamedly defines molestation as a beautiful act of pleasure.
It's exactly what I've always thought.
And the way he so naturally expresses his convictions-
just seeing it,
I could tell he'd elevated molestation to the level of art.
At the same time, his molester history, as seen on Instagram, filled my mind.
His boldness in humiliating countless women through molestation,
awakening their lewd nature, left a deep impression on me.
My heart began to open,
and I started to get excited about what kind of molester's path he had walked.
Damn... why is he so cool?
Why is this man the realest of the real..!
Honestly, I think I'd been hoping for this deep down.
A lonely life as a molester-
I was waiting for a senior, a role model, a mentor to guide me!
A passionate meeting with someone I could truly look up to.
Someone to lean on while walking this cold, thorny road.
I had been longing for a meeting with the real deal.
"I respect you, Mr. President."
My honest feelings spilled out immediately.
Because it's this man.
Like Zoro meeting Mihawk in One Piece,
a senior who walked my path in the wild days of the past.
A man I must follow, right before my eyes.
"What? Respect?! Hahaha! For what? As President?"
"No. As a senior molester who spread pleasure even in an age when molestation wasn't easy, I respect you."
"Really?! I wonder if I deserve such words from a genius like you! Age? Aren't you living in even harder times?"
"Not at all. I'm just a clown with some half-baked knowledge from the internet."
"That's too modest. Then I was just following my instincts and shaking things up as much as I wanted."
"You really had no information about molestation... You just lived so boldly on instinct alone?"
"That's right. I'm glad you recognize my efforts."
"It's true. Oh! You asked what molestation means to me, right?"
"Yes. If you have any reservations about molestation, that's a big problem."
"......"
I didn't answer for a long time.
I just...
showed him my eyes.
A long silence followed.
After a while, the President seemed to sense the weight of my gaze,
and soon met my eyes, automatically understanding my passionate heart.
"Hahaha!! That's a perfect answer! To feel this energy! Is this the joy of seeing a junior? I guess I did write the right questions!!"
"No, sir. Compared to you, my real-life experience is sorely lacking. All I have is spirit."
"Which means... you have plenty of room to grow, right?"
"You're so eloquent. But... Mr. President, you were so cool even in your youth-why did you become a molester? Surely women lined up for you..."
This time, the President didn't answer.
I could see myself reflected in the depths of his eyes.
He answered me in the silent way only the real deal can.
"Ha..! Hahaha..! Hngh..!"
Suddenly, tears fell.
Was I so moved that I cried?
Or was it the heaviness in the eyes of a true man who lived a lonely life?
That look struck a chord in my heart.
Compared to the joy of meeting global perverts,
this was on another level.
Meeting the realest of the real, I couldn't stop the tears from flowing.
"Ha..! Ha..! Damn... I'm sorry..."
"No, it's fine. I got choked up too."
"Whew..! You're truly... the best, Mr. President!"
"I'm glad to have met a junior like you."
"With such strong molester power... how do you restrain yourself now?"
"It's hard. I want to quit being President right now and become a Molester Knight."
"You’re always welcome, Mr. President..!"
"Seeing you brings back memories. See this photo? The elevator attendant. I still can't forget molesting her."
"Whew~ She really is a turn-on."
"Right? They don't have that culture anymore, but elevator attendants were stunning. Of course, lots of men hit on them, so they were usually very proud."
"And you molested such a woman?"
"Of course. I dressed up in a suit, slicked back my hair, acted all gentlemanly, and then shoved my bare cock in from behind."
"And then...?"
"I smeared precum all over her tight skirt. Then I whispered all sorts of dirty things in her ear."
"Wasn't that a really conservative time? Was that possible?!"
"Of course. But you know-it's the nature of bitches."
"Ahh..!"
"Then I ripped open her shirt, smashed her breasts against the cold elevator window, and fucked her for nearly four hours."
"Wow..!"
"The flood was so bad, water pooled on the elevator floor. You know what was even funnier?"
"What was it?"
"She screamed so much her voice went hoarse, and then begged for more, even breaking the elevator's check box on purpose."
"Really?"
"That's how the elevator lights went out. People outside thought it was broken, but in the pitch darkness, I fucked her so hard the windows nearly shattered."
"Amazing..! Mr. President!"
"Thank you for thinking so. The funniest part..."
"That elevator attendant-that bitch is now the First Lady."
"What?!!"
"The public doesn't know, but it's true. I was satisfied with just one molestation, but I guess she wasn't."
"And then... you got married?"
"Life is strange. It just happened. Except for when she becomes a bitch, she's a wonderful woman-I guess I just got sucked in."
"Wow..! I really can't believe it."
"But... is there any woman who isn't a bitch? It's just that their instincts haven't been awakened yet. Still, there aren't many men who can truly give them that happiness."
"I understand..."
"Most men just pretend to be sweet, but don't know how to truly make women happy."
"I guess I have to do my part even more."
"Exactly!! That's what I wanted to hear."
The President looked utterly satisfied.
I smiled back with pride.
"Well, honestly, I probably would have lived this way even if no one told me to."
"Hahaha!! That's amazing!"
"But... Mr. President."
"Yes? What is it?"
"As my senior... is there anything you truly want to tell me?"
"You noticed?"
"Not exactly, but I just felt it. I could sense your will to pass on something to your junior as a senior molester."
"...I guess so. Then let me get straight to the point."
"Anytime."
My heart pounded.
My senior, the greatest man.
What would the President's heartfelt message to me be?
As if feeling my sincerity,
the President put on a solemn expression and spoke in a dignified voice.
"Do you... know about NX?"
