NOTAKING
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Chapter 32
🕑 Added 2025-02-20 22:05:26 +0000 UTCWhile they continued their unrestrained sex, Nam Juho lay in bed, staring at the ceiling with a look of pure frustration. Every time he thought it was finally over, another moan echoed through the walls—loud, raw, and unmistakably from a different woman.
Even though he was a room away, he could hear everything. The sharp cries, the breathless gasps, the rhythmic pounding of the bed against the wall—it was impossible to ignore.
' Fuck, how many girls does he have over? And how the hell does he last this long?' He thought, his brows furrowing as a wave of irritation settled over him.
With an annoyed grunt, he reached for his phone on the nightstand, hoping for a distraction. His heart clenched when he saw that Lee Ruri still hadn't returned his call. He had thought they shared something deeper, something real—but now? Doubt clawed at him.
Scowling, he sat up and hit the call button, tapping his fingers impatiently as the phone rang. Each passing second made his anxiety grow. His mind raced with excuses for her silence. Maybe she was asleep? Maybe she was busy?
But then—
"Ahhhhhh, yeah, fuck me hard!!"
A loud, shameless moan burst through the speaker, hitting him like a punch to the gut. His breath hitched, his stomach twisted. He froze.
The voice was unmistakable.
It was her.
For a moment, he couldn't process it. His grip on the phone tightened, his pulse pounded in his ears. ' No... no, this can't be happening. '
Yet, the sounds kept coming—needy, desperate, in perfect sync with the frenzied fucking happening next door.
His chest tightened, a mixture of heartbreak and fury twisting inside him like a knife. Rage boiled in his veins, burning away any rational thought. His fingers clenched into a fist at his side, his jaw tightening as if he wanted to punch something—someone.
But then, another sensation crept in. A heat that had nothing to do with anger.
His cock twitched against his thigh, straining against his boxers.
His face burned with shame, but the arousal was undeniable. The erotic sounds flooding his ears, the sheer filth of it, the knowledge that it was her—it all sent a sickening thrill through him.
With a defeated sigh, he slipped a hand beneath the waistband of his pants, gripping himself.
And despite the ache in his chest, despite the betrayal burning inside him...
He began to stroke, letting the sinful melody of Lee Ruri’s moans push him over the edge.
In the dim glow of Travis’s apartment, the air was thick with heat and desire. The scent of sweat, sex, and arousal clung to every surface, an intoxicating mix that made the atmosphere almost suffocating. The soft creaks of the bed and the wet, lewd sounds of flesh meeting flesh filled the room, competing with the muffled gasps and moans that spilled from Ruri’s lips.
The other girls sat in various states of undress, their eyes locked onto Travis as he claimed Ruri with unrelenting force. Their fingers worked between their thighs, teasing their dripping folds as they fantasized about being in her place. The way his cock pounded into her, stretching and filling her without mercy, sent shivers down their spines. Their bodies ached to feel the same pleasure, their juices trickling down their thighs in anticipation.
Travis crushed his lips against Ruri’s, swallowing her moans as he rammed into her. Her walls clenched around him, her body trembling with every deep, punishing thrust. He reached up, rolling her hardened nipples between his fingers, drawing desperate whimpers from her throat. When he pulled away, her head tilted back, and she cried out in ecstasy.
“Travis! Harder—fuck me harder! Aah~!” Her nails dug into his back as he obeyed, increasing his pace until the headboard slammed against the wall in a rhythmic beat.
“Yes, yes, yes—I’m going to cum!” she gasped, her voice strained with desperation.
He felt her entire body tense beneath him, her legs wrapping tighter around his waist as she teetered on the edge. Her walls convulsed around his cock, desperately clinging to him as she suppressed her orgasm, wanting to make it last—wanting it to explode all at once.
And then—
Splash.
A powerful jet of her juices sprayed out, drenching his pelvis as her body convulsed in waves of pleasure. Her eyes rolled back, a euphoric expression frozen on her face as she let out a final, blissful sigh. Then, like a doll whose strings had been cut, she collapsed beneath him, a satisfied smile tugging at her lips as she passed out.
Travis exhaled, his chest rising and falling heavily as he looked up. The girls in front of him were breathless, their thighs slick with need, their hungry gazes fixed on his still-throbbing cock. He smirked, running a hand through his damp hair.
‘I’m bouta break ‘em,’ he thought, his cock twitching at the mere idea.
And for the entire night, he did just that.
Their moans filled the apartment, echoing off the walls as he ravaged them one by one, giving them the fucking of their lives. Bodies twisted, hands gripped sheets, and screams of pleasure blended into a chorus of unfiltered ecstasy.
By the time dawn crept through the blinds, the once energetic, needy girls were nothing more than a pile of limp, used bodies sprawled across the bed. Their legs twitched involuntarily, their bodies too spent to move. Sticky streams of cum oozed from their swollen pussies, dripping onto the sheets like thick, gooey slime.
Travis leaned back against the headboard, a satisfied smirk on his lips as he surveyed his handiwork. His girls, completely wrecked. Just the way he liked them.
‘I need to get to work on the next story,’ Travis thought as he pushed back the covers and sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. The early morning sunlight streamed through the blinds, casting long shadows across his room. With a deep breath, he stretched his arms, feeling the slight stiffness in his muscles from staying up late the night before.
Dragging himself into the bathroom, he turned on the shower, letting the steam rise and fill the space. As the hot water cascaded down his body, he let his thoughts wander, searching for inspiration. So far, nothing had jumped out at him—no hints, no strange distortions in reality that signaled a new story waiting to unfold. That was never a good sign, but he refused to believe he was out of options. If he just searched the right places, something would show itself.
Stepping out of the shower, he toweled off quickly, the cool air nipping at his damp skin. He threw on a casual outfit—just a simple hoodie and jeans—grabbed his keys, and left the apartment, locking the door behind him.
Once in his car, he pulled up the map on his phone, skimming through properties in the area. His eyes scanned each one carefully, a small flicker of recognition sparking in his mind when he came across a few familiar locations. A smirk curled at his lips.
‘Okay, this one is from Keep It a Secret From Your Mom,’ he thought, tapping on the address.
‘I should go there since I remember most of the story. So does that mean I have to enroll in college? …Fuck it, I’ll just buy the place. And while I’m at it, I’ll get a room where the protagonist lives. Gotta make sure the setup is just right.’
His fingers drummed against the steering wheel as excitement built in his chest. The real prize, though, was meeting her.
‘First stop—introducing myself to the beautiful MILF.’
His smirk deepened as he pulled onto the road, heading straight for his next adventure.
TO BE CONTINUED
