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🕑 Added 2025-05-24 18:49:29 +0000 UTCEP.215 S-Rank Onahole and the Eight-Foot Ghost (2)
It’s already been a week since I’ve been staying at the Setsuki family.
In that time, I’ve challenged Najjang countless times with indomitable will, but every single time, without a single upset, I lost.
My current record stands at 0 wins and 100 losses.
I’ve ejaculated so much that it could fill a bathtub.
Still, seeing as I’m still alive, maybe she doesn’t hate me that much.
‘I can’t keep going on like this forever.’
I thought I’d grow if I just kept trying, but if I ejaculate the moment we meet, there’s no way to improve.
I’m starting to worry I’ll become a premature ejaculator at this rate.
She says she’s controlling the pace for me, at least.
“Whatever. I’ll just get up and go for a walk.”
Lying around just makes my body ache, so I should move a bit and loosen up.
When I finally dragged my heavy body outside,
I was greeted by a fierce gust of wind.
“Hup!”
“You’re no ordinary person, Jeongsahwa!”
Was this a battle manga all along?
Every time Jeongsahwa threw a punch, it created a shockwave.
Facing her was Najjang, swinging her sword so fast it was hard to follow with the eye.
Their fight had already turned the garden into a mess,
and every so often, their attacks would destroy something else.
Isn’t someone going to die at this rate?
Are those two even human?
‘Wait, if I look closely…’
At first, I thought they were just swinging swords, but as I got used to watching,
I realized what the swordsmanship really was.
‘Is that high-speed caressing?’
What does caressing have to do with swordsmanship?
But Najjang once said that the current Setsuki-ryu originated from swordsmanship.
So it’s not strange if there’s an original sword form.
That must be the original of high-speed caressing.
In terms of speed alone, it’s definitely fast.
‘What’s scarier is that Jeongsahwa is dodging those swings so easily.’
She was ex-special forces, right?
Was our special forces really at that level?
Jeongsahwa dodged Najjang’s sword by a hair’s breadth, leaving afterimages.
She must have learned boxing, because she used footwork to slip into Najjang’s guard and threw sharp punches.
If it were me, I would have panicked and fallen over,
or curled up and begged for mercy.
But Najjang calmly dodged and immediately counterattacked, like a true samurai.
But…
‘Their boobs are really bouncing.’
Maybe because the fight was so intense,
their huge breasts bounced with every move.
My eyes naturally locked onto the bouncing boobs,
and I was so distracted that I didn’t even notice a sword slash coming my way.
“Whoa…”
“Kim Jinwoo!”
“Uh…”
My heart nearly stopped.
I had a bad feeling, and suddenly the floor next to me was split in two.
So sword slashes are really possible, huh.
If the angle had been just a bit different, I would have been cut in half.
“Kim Jinwoo, are you hurt anywhere?”
“No, no. What were you two fighting about anyway?”
“We weren’t fighting, we were sparring.”
Who brings real swords to a sparring match?
And Jeongsahwa was throwing punches like she meant to kill.
If they spar twice, the mansion will disappear in an instant.
“I sincerely apologize for getting you caught up in this.”
“It’s fine. It’s my fault for watching so close without fear.”
Isn’t that obvious?
If you walk into a lion’s cage, it’s your fault, not the lion’s.
I was lucky to survive this time.
If I’d been unlucky, I’d be split like a popsicle right now… hmm?
“Is this thanks to Marily?”
“Marily? Why bring her up now?”
Marily Dillon.
The only S-rank onahole I own.
They say whoever becomes her master is the lucky protagonist.
I’ve been through so many incidents and never really felt lucky,
but looking back, maybe I’ve been luckier than I thought.
What if I hadn’t seen that performance poster at the department store?
What if I hadn’t joined that tea party?
I probably wouldn’t have ended up here.
I wouldn’t have met any yokai,
and I wouldn’t have found out the medal was related to an Outer God.
“I really am lucky.”
“Kim Jinwoo, did you hit your head or something?”
Who knows how long this luck will last,
but I shouldn’t trust it too much.
I should make careful decisions with every choice,
and get into the habit of doubting things at least once.
“Oh, is it okay if I take a walk around?”
“Go ahead. There aren’t many wild animals, but it’s best to be safe.”
Najjang immediately recommended a walking path.
“If you go that way, you’ll find a beautiful flower field. It’s a good place to relax.”
“Thanks for the suggestion.”
“It’s nothing. Aren’t you going to challenge me today?”
“I’ll rest today.”
Even the god who created the world worked six days and rested on the seventh.
I worked hard for a week; I deserve a day off.
Following Najjang’s suggestion, I found a field of nameless yellow flowers.
Just looking at it made my heart feel peaceful.
It felt like all my fatigue melted away just by looking at it.
The scent of flowers carried on the wind was nice,
and the warm sunlight made my body feel drowsy.
It might be nice to just lie down and nap in the flower field.
Since I’m here, maybe I should actually take a nap.
‘If I’d known, I would have packed a lunch. Food would taste great here… hmm?’
Then, in the distance, I saw long black hair swaying.
Could Jeongsahwa have arrived already?
She said she’d follow later, but with her physical abilities, it wouldn’t be strange if she got here first.
But a pure white dress?
That’s way too innocent for her usual style.
Still, if she’s here, I should say something.
She can’t just ignore me from afar.
“Hey, Jeongsahwa. What are you…?”
I had to look up to see her face-she was that tall.
Her huge breasts bounced with every step,
and her long black hair reached her waist.
I was sure it was Jeongsahwa,
but as I got closer, I realized I was mistaken.
This wasn’t Jeongsahwa.
No, she wasn’t even human.
“Po?”
‘A yokai?’
I can’t control yokai energy,
but I can at least tell if someone’s human or not.
And she wasn’t speaking human language.
A woman who only says “Po” in a way I can’t understand.
There can only be one like that in the world.
‘The Eight-Foot Ghost.’
She really fits the name, with her huge height.
She might even be taller than Jeongsahwa.
I’m not exactly short, but standing in front of her,
it was like a true “onee-shota” scene.
‘Those boobs are huge.’
Thanks to the height difference, even looking straight ahead,
her breasts filled my vision.
With boobs that big, it’s impossible not to see them.
But does the Eight-Foot Ghost eat people?
I’ve seen plenty of sexual devouring, but not actual cannibalism.
“Kim Jinwoo!”
“Jeongsahwa?”
“Po?”
At that moment, Jeongsahwa rushed at the Eight-Foot Ghost.
She immediately grabbed her hands and squeezed,
and the Eight-Foot Ghost’s body slowly crumpled until our eye levels reversed.
“Popopot!”
“How dare you approach Kim Jinwoo. Are you a remnant of the Japanese branch?”
The Eight-Foot Ghost pleaded for mercy,
but Jeongsahwa didn’t blink, pressing her hard.
Looks like I have to step in.
“Let her go for now. She doesn’t seem that bad.”
“But…”
“At least let her talk.”
“Understood. But if she does anything suspicious, I’ll act immediately.”
So suspicious.
Still, she let the Eight-Foot Ghost go as I asked,
and the Eight-Foot Ghost blew on her wrist in pain.
I hope Jeongsahwa feels some guilt seeing that,
but judging by her face, that’s probably impossible.
“Sorry about that. Are you hurt?”
“Po. Popo.”
I have no idea what she’s saying.
Most protagonists would somehow understand,
but to my ears, it’s just “popo.”
Still, I reached out and helped her up,
and her huge breasts jiggled, catching my eye. “Popo?”
“Uh, sorry, but I have no idea what you’re saying… huh?”
Squeeze.
Suddenly, she grabbed my hand and pressed it to her breast.
Did she notice I wanted to touch them?
I was surprised for a moment,
but her breasts were so soft my fingers sank in, and my cock got hard.
To be able to touch such big, soft breasts…
I’m glad I made Marily my onahole.
“Popot♥!”
When I grabbed her nipple and pulled,
she threw her head back and let out a lewd moan.
Yeah, yokai or human, erogenous zones are all the same.
I kneaded her breasts like bread dough,
and the Eight-Foot Ghost’s body trembled in pleasure.
“How’s my caressing?”
“Po, popo…♥.”
I still don’t know what she’s saying, but it doesn’t feel bad.
When I let go, she looked at my hand with longing.
“Want to feel even better?”
“Popo…♥. Po…♥.”
She shyly lifted the hem of her dress,
revealing a wet pussy with clear strings of fluid.
Looks like even yokai can’t withstand my caressing.
“Then I’ll make it extra good for you.”
“Pot…♥!”
Thrust! Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!
Her pussy was so wet that juices streamed out at the slightest touch.
I slipped in my middle and ring fingers and stroked quickly.
The Eight-Foot Ghost’s hips jerked,
and her pussy squeezed my fingers tight.
To think she’d be on the verge of climax from just this.
I haven’t even started yet.
“Popot♥!”
Splurt! Splurt!
I stimulated her clit with my other hand,
and a torrent of fluid gushed out like a faucet.
With simultaneous pussy and clit stimulation, her legs shook,
and she barely managed to stand.
“Don’t hold back. Just let yourself go!”
“Popot♥! Pot! Popopot♥!”
Splurt! Splurt! Splurt! Splurt!
She climaxed with her breasts on my head,
her scent mixed with the smell of flowers as I fingered her with all my might.
Unable to hold back, the Eight-Foot Ghost collapsed backward.
“Popot♥!”
Splurt! Splurt! Splurt!
In a bridge pose, she squirted everywhere.
Every time her hips jerked, more fluid gushed out,
and finally she sprayed a yellow stream before collapsing.
Maybe I went too far?
But she looked happy, so I guess it’s okay.
“Now that you’ve had your fun, is it my turn?”
“Popo?”
I placed my cock on her face as she lay there.
At first, she looked at it like she didn’t know what it was,
but when she realized, her face turned red.
Even a yokai has seen a cock before, right?
I tapped her face with my cock to urge her on,
and she struggled up and wrapped her breasts around it.
“Popo. Pot! Pot! Popot!”
“Oh…”
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
Her paizuri was so heavy and intense, it was almost scary.
My cock is pretty big,
but her breasts were so huge they could envelop it completely.
“Popo? Pot!”
“Ugh!”
Slap slap slap!
She squeezed my cock between her breasts at a rapid pace.
I don’t know if she learned it somewhere or if it was instinct,
but the Eight-Foot Ghost’s paizuri felt amazing.
She even controlled the pressure perfectly-it was the best paizuri I’ve ever had.
Her paizuri got faster and faster,
and soon my endurance gave out.
“Ugh! I’m cumming!”
“Popot!”
Viewwwwwut! Splurt! Splurt! Splurt!
I came hard between her massive breasts.
My cock kept twitching between her boobs,
spitting out thick semen nonstop.
After about a minute of cumming,
I finally pulled out and looked at the Eight-Foot Ghost.
“Yeah, that felt great. Thanks.”
“Popo.”
Squish.
When I thanked her, she spread her breasts apart,
letting the semen drip down in strings, pulled by gravity.
She seems innocent, but has an irresistibly sexy charm.
Maybe I should see if I can exorcise a yokai like this?
