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EP.207 As Wholesome as a Mountaineering Club 1 

No matter how hard I pounded, her tightness didn’t loosen Seung-ah’s premium pussy. 

If anything, the more I thrust, the more deliciously it wrapped around my cock. 

This time, I took her from behind. 

Schlk schlk schlk schlk♥ 

“Ungh♥… mm, ahh♥… hhhnghh♥” 

Originally, Seung-ah had wanted sex face-to-face, bodies pressed close. 

But now, bent forward, taken from behind, she found this wasn’t so bad either. 

With my grip holding her waist tight, she had no chance to resist. My cock drove in regardless of her climax, whether she came or not. She’d already cum multiple times from that merciless sensation. 

“Hh…♥ T-too much… ohhh♥ My whole body’s so sensitive now… ohhhhhh♥!!” 

Leaning into her, I licked a long streak up her sweat-damp back. 

Seung-ah shuddered violently, as if shocked by lightning, and came again. 

“Seung-ah, feel good?” 

“Hehhh♥ Y-yeshh♥ Husband, I love you♥♥” 

A woman confessing her love while broken by my cock fulfilling as a man, yet bittersweet. 

Describing this kind of thing as “pure love” would be a stretch. 

Still, I’m a man who loves pure love. 

So I’ll make these women happy, too. 

Naturally with my cock. 

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! 

“Ahhhohhh♥ W-wait… too rough… ohhhhh♥ My husband’s cum, it’ll all spill out!!” 

The cum filling her womb was leaking out with every powerful thrust. 

But as my woman now, Seung-ah wouldn’t just sit and let it spill her arms reached back uselessly, trying to stop it. 

“Don’t worry. I’ll fill you ‘til your pussy reeks of my seed.” 

“Ahh… husband♥” 

Like a bride accepting a proposal, she looked utterly happy. 

I grabbed her arms and pistoned deep at full power, reloading her womb. 

Slap slap slap slap! 

“Oooohhhh♥♥ It’s coming again! I can’t stopppp!!!” 

Though being pounded violently just for my relief, Seung-ah sobbed in joy. 

Her body had been reshaped by my cock. 

Her mound and ass smacked again and again by my hips, lewd squelches rang out without end. 

“I’m cumming!” 

A surge raced from balls to tip, all released at once. 

“Oooouhhh…!!” 

As fresh semen replaced the old, Seung-ah bit down hard, groaning. 

Her moans, deliciously erotic, spurred my orgasm even further. 

Thrust! Thrust! 

Even as I came, I kept pounding, spraying semen. 

“N-nooo! I’m c-um-ming while you still f-u-ckk…♥♥!!! I can’t hold back my filthy moans anylonnggghhhh♥!!” 

“It’s fine. Only I can hear my wife’s moans. They’re not filthy they’re cute. Makes me want to fuck you forever.” 

“………Ohhh yesss♥♥!!” 

Pleased at my praise, her pussy writhed wildly on my cock. 

She thrilled, milking me in real-time. 

“Ahh! Lucky cock.” 

“I…my pussy…so lucky too♥” 

So the orgasm stretched on, almost the longest ever, keeping us stuck together until it finally ended. 

 Seung-ah, you trust me, right? 

 Yes, husband. 

 How much? 

 Most in the world. If you asked, I’d do anything. 

 Then… if I… about the Shaman… the succu… 

“Nnghh…” 

Waking, Seung-ah sat dazed as fragments of her dream-like memories sharpened into focus. 

Her promises, her new place, everything fixed firmly in her mind now  

She smiled. 

Today was her one holiday each week. 

She wanted to seize the excuse to keep her husband to herself all day. 

Even just to kiss his cheek as he slept, or cook breakfast for him to enjoy when he woke. 

Rustle rustle… 

Her hand stroked the sofa where they’d rutted late into the night. 

The warmth there hers? Or his? 

Either way, reliving memories through touch, sleeping on the sofa instead of bed was worth it. 

“Sniff sniff… husband’s scent is still here… oh!” 

Pressing her nose against it, savoring his smell, she hastily used magic to block his cum still leaking out. 

Smiling, she rubbed her lower belly. 

“Hehe… what should the baby name be?” 

Too early to confirm pregnancy a single night hadn’t even passed. 

But she was sure. The immense life settled within was bound to gift her what she desired. 

“…I’ve got my godlike husband. Now I’ll have his children maybe twenty or so.” 

Though husband had many women, a true wife embraced even that. 

No recognized it as proof of his greatness. 

‘My husband… the man striving to put the Shaman beneath him.’ 

Even that lewd, shameless Queen of the Succubi he’d made her kneel. 

After sex so good she fainted, she’d cuddled in his arms, hearing his glorious tales. 

To be loved by such a man Seung-ah felt proud. 

Knock knock! 

Opening the curtain, she saw the Inspector Director outside. 

“Director? What brings you?” 

“So it’s true you’re one of our master’s women.” 

“…Master?” 

For a moment, she tilted her head. Who in the world could claim to be this woman’s “master”… ah. Only one. 

“You mean my husband, Jihan.” 

“…‘Husband,’ you say.” 

For an instant, Hana’s eyes sharpened, then softened. 

She, and some others, called him “Master.” Still others, “Husband.” 

Once, she’d been jealous. But now Hana knew it didn’t really matter. 

‘Succubi, the Medical Director, and a handful of our clan women they’re essentially his legal wives. 

The rest are just lucky, playthings for his pleasure, prepared cunts.’ 

She truly believed that. 

So she worked tirelessly, not to be some idle toy, but to be among his recognized wives. 

Even the Shaman admired her new industriousness lately. 

She held out a card. 

“Anyway, I came to invite you, Seung-ah, to join our gathering.” 

“A gathering? You mean… husband’s women?” 

“Yes.” 

Strictly, “the prepared cunts’ club.” But no need to say it aloud. 

Even Hana herself was one of those. 

“I’ll explain more later. Fortuitously, today’s the first meeting you’ll have no trouble fitting in.” 

“Hmm…” 

Though she’d planned to spend her day off exercising with her husband, such a worthy meeting couldn’t be refused. 

“Yes, 6 PM. I’ll come.” 

“Good. Bring this card.” 

That evening, Seung-ah arrived at the Gourmet restaurant. 

Showing her card to the martial guards, she entered. 

‘Impressive.’ 

Crossing the threshold, her feeling was plain sincere awe. 

“Hoho, Minji-ssi, how many weeks pregnant are you? I’m eight.” 

“Oh, forgive my rudeness seven weeks here.” 

Some compared by pregnancy length to rank themselves. 

“There are quite a few branch women, blessed by Master as well.” 

“It shows the breadth of our Master’s greatness. Even to me, he gave so thickly.” 

“Indeed. So here, mixing with branch women is no problem, is it?” 

“Quite right. All women beneath Husband are equal.” 

“True indeed.” 

Even stiff-necked direct-line women mingled with branch women here, united in praise of Jihan. 

In that atmosphere of delicious madness, Seung-ah only smiled warmly. 

“Ah, boss!” 

“Look at that glow! Wonder how much she got last night.” 

She spotted the twins gobbling food and approached. 

“My twins!” 

“Yes! And, ah, have you eaten yet…” 

“Thanks. I’ll join you.” 

Sharing plates, she happily chatted. 

“This is a lovely gathering. But if women not blessed by Husband saw this, might they not take it poorly?” 

The endless praise felt like her own, but she knew it wasn’t long ago, all present had praised the Shaman instead. 

They weren’t brainless fools. They knew how outsiders might see them. 

At Seung-ah’s concern, Hye-yeon replied: 

“I heard today the Director rented the restaurant for us.” 

“Really?…Even for her, that seems…” 

Hee-yeon, eager, swallowed her food fast to join in: 

“Apparently, all the Directors joined forces.” 

“What? Really? How do you know?” 

“I worked here for a while. I got friendly with the head chef he told me.” 

“As expected… our husband truly is great.” 

Hearing “husband,” Seung-ah nodded proudly. 

The twins immediately leaned in eagerly. 

“Hehe, so, was last night good?” 

“What position did you do? We mostly take him in standing-backstyle ah, which is…” 

“Gulp… o-oh… That enviable… For me, it was sweet slow sex, hugging and kissing…” 

“…Riding him, grinding while kissing…” 

“…Or bent over, serving him from behind until he pinned me and fucked me nearly unconscious…” 

“Wow! That sounds so romantic~~ Boss, you must really love kissing!” 

“Such honeymoon vibes… jealous.” 

“N-no, compared to your standing-back, mine was plain.” 

They giggled, sharing details. 

At first shy, soon Seung-ah sank into the atmosphere, where such topics flowed freely. 

Encircling the building, protective spells woven by the Sorcery Director worked through yang energy instead of yin just for tonight.