Only After We Mixed Our Bodies Did She Ask My Name

My cock was still buried inside her bare pussy, but the thick load I had poured into her kept spilling out without end.

And only then did the vibrator that had driven us both wild finally slip free with the semen and drop onto the workshop floor.

I had no idea how long it had been for her, but for me it was the first real sex I had tasted in eight months.

A far denser, far greater flood of cum than anything I ever produced alone now ran from her heat, sliding down the shaft of my cock and my balls, all the way onto my right thigh where her legs still rested on the chair.

Haa… haa…

She hung there like a butterfly after her final climax, head drooping limply, face still flushed, drawing thin, ragged breaths.

My rough right hand, which had been gripping her soft ass, lost its strength as well, and the seamless press of her pelvis against my groin eased apart of its own ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠accord.

My scorching breath, too frantic to pass through my nose alone, swept across her collarbone, while hers still poured heat back onto me in return.

Unlike before, when every small sensation had been swallowed by the overwhelming ones, the great waves had now receded, and the smaller stimulations began to speak again in their own voices.

Huuu~

Without meaning to, I exhaled a long, heavy breath toward her face.

She lifted her head and looked at me with a moist expression from which the flush was slowly draining—so drained she looked as if her face had grown thinner in only a few minutes.

That exhausted look of hers struck me as unbearably lovely.

Even I, who had been devouring her from below, was this spent… how much harder must it have been for her, hanging there for so long?

Out of a sudden tenderness I leaned in and pressed a light kiss to her cute left cheek, the way a longtime lover might.

It was nothing compared to the storm of sensation that had just passed, yet she made a soft, ticklish sound.

To any man, a woman he has just shared his body with looks more precious than usual.

She had already been lovely and beautiful before we mixed our bodies. But now, having taken every fluid my body had produced to fill her, she had transformed into a far more adorable female in my eyes.

As I gazed at her with that open, cherishing look, she slowly brought her soft lips to mine and laid them over my own.

"Come down carefully."

"Okay…"

From the moment she first stepped into this room, she had been impossible to mistake for an ordinary woman—the bold, lewd outfit she had worn to find me, the courage it took. Yet after receiving so much of my fluid into her slender body, she was retreating into a shy expression, her voice growing even smaller.

I had to reverse the same motions I had used to lift her, lowering her slowly and carefully. But, absurdly, the aftershock of all that violent movement left my legs—still braced on the ropes—wobbling.

"Ah!"

She came down tilted to the right and failed the final landing, tipping and falling.

I startled and caught her by the forearm.

Fortunately the height was less than twenty centimeters, so that pretty body settled onto the floor from the right side without injury.

I quickly freed the two ropes on her right so she could come fully horizontal. Still, because I had failed to support her properly at the last second, she ended up lying on the floor like some tragic heroine.

Sprawled naked and askew on the floor, she finally could not hold it in and let out a small laugh.

The pose was ridiculous, yet even that looked beautiful on a woman's body like hers.

Not knowing why, I laughed along with her.

Neither of us understood the joke, but there we were—me with thick cum smeared across my jeans and my leather belt hanging open, her naked with the marks of the ropes still circling her ankles and wrists—filling Container Room 19 with shared laughter on a Friday evening.

She had sweated so much I worried she might catch a cold, so I pulled my cotton T-shirt onto her for the time being.

There were no towels, no spare clothes, nothing else in the workshop I could offer a naked woman. That was all I could do for her right then.

The afterglow still clung to both of us.

I fretted that the rough surface of my cum-stained jeans and the open zipper might scrape her delicate skin. Only then did I strip off the sweat-and-semen-soaked jeans myself, sit on the small wooden chair, settle her onto my thighs, and hold her from behind while she wore my shirt.

I rested my face against her back.

Neither of us spoke, yet a full, satisfied contentment and a lingering, sensual haze echoed through our bodies like a shared pulse.

I could not see her expression, but the fine hairs at the nape of her neck still trembled faintly.

I pressed a playful kiss to those beautiful, slender strands that shone with a bright luster even under a single lamp.

Ah~

As if the breath I breathed against her tickled, she dipped her neck forward.

Because she leaned into the arms that held her from behind, her full breasts brushed against me.

We giggled for a moment at the mutual ticklish touch. Then she straightened against me, turned her head to the right, and our noses met.

We had just raced across the heavens together… and even now, with our breath slowed and our hearts settling, the heat still had not fully left us.

I reached my left hand around, tipped her chin, and kissed the lips she had so carefully turned toward me.

A brief kiss, then a smiling curve of the mouth…

She met my eyes again, closed hers, and kissed me longer than the first time.

We pressed our mouths together once more, tongues mingling, and I slipped my right hand inside the shirt I had put on her, gently catching her nipple between thumb and forefinger.

Her tongue faltered for a second as the spark from my fingers shot through her. Then she sought my tongue again, as greedily as a lover kissing for the first time.

Our tongues were more languid and heated than before, our lips already ready to stoke the fire back up.

She drew her lips away, put a little space between our faces, and looked at me.

"What's your real name…?"

Only after filling her body with my semen did the nameless woman finally ask who I was.

"Jinwoo… It's Jinwoo. Yun Jinwoo."

She smiled faintly.

"Even your name is as kind as the way you move…"

Like a soldier leaving for the last battlefield, like a lover sharing a final embrace, she cradled my face gently in both hands and looked at me with moist eyes.

I wanted to know too—the name of this beautiful creature.

"Your name… tell me."

She gave a smile I could not quite read, then answered.

"Thank you. For asking me too…"

"I'm Yebin."

Pretty as her face, as her body, as her breasts… her name was pretty too.

"Yebin what…?"

She lowered her head and shook it.

"My family name… I'd rather keep that a secret."

Why? Even after learning my name, why would she not give her surname?

At the time I could not understand why she, so full of satisfaction, still refused to offer her whole name. The only logic that came to me was a suspicion that, however enjoyable it had been, it had not been a perfect hundred-point satisfaction.

But there was nothing I could do about that. I had already given everything I was capable of giving.

With those moist eyes she slowly took me in from every angle. Then she closed them, leaned in, and left a kiss on my forehead.

In that instant her lips felt softer and fluffier than any human mouth should—like cotton candy. It was a different kind of contrast from when our bodies had been burning and her lips had been wet and overflowing.

She lifted herself off me, walked over, and tapped my iPhone on the table.

Come to think of it, she had not brought a phone with her from the start.

She seemed to be checking the time on my screen.

"…What time is it?"

"Eight forty-six."

She gave me a wistful look.

"I… have to go now…"

I wanted her family name. I wanted her number. I wanted to ask. I wanted to see her again.

But that expression told me that even if I opened my mouth, she would not tell me.

A woman's face can carry more feeling than a man's words ever could.

From past experience I knew how meaningless it was to try to hold a woman who was leaving, and how much regret and bitterness a man earned by clinging when he should have stopped.

I stood up straight from the chair and followed her movements with my eyes.

She took off the T-shirt I had given her, laid it on the workbench, and put her own clothes back on in front of me.

She retied the side knots of the denim hotpants that would bare everything the moment the strings came loose.

Before she finished pulling them on, I could see her small patch of pubic hair matted with fluids, the short, sparse area all mussed out of shape.

Then she picked up my dark phone and used the black screen like a mirror to tidy her hair neatly.

I felt oddly sorry that the workshop had no proper mirror.

I should definitely buy a mirror this week.

She took the vibrator from the table and slipped it into the back pocket of her hotpants.

Then she stood directly in front of me again.

The positions had reversed.

This time she was dressed, and I stood naked before her.

I looked at her with a reluctant expression and opened my arms without a word.

She threw herself into my embrace with a soft thump and nestled her face against my chest.

"…Thank ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠you… Because of you, I found the courage…"

I asked nothing—not why, not what.

I did not even know for certain whether the name she had given was real. She had not told me her surname. I did not have her number. I had no idea whether I would ever see her again.

But the bond of coming to me today and mixing her body with mine had been her own choice.

I had simply answered her courage with mine. To her, I had probably been nothing more than a male who answered her call and offered the fluids stored in my body.

Holding her with that bittersweet feeling, a shameful remnant of semen dripped from my naked body and struck the aluminum floor with a soft tok.

Hearing the sound, she looked down at my cock. Then she gently cupped my balls and shaft in her right hand, squeezed lightly, and smiled.

"The thing that was so fierce earlier… has gotten this cute."

She placed both hands on the front of my thighs and sank to her knees before me.

She gazed at my cock for a moment, then closed her eyes and took my softened length into her soft lips.

With quiet little sounds she slowly sucked away the semen and her own juices still coating me.

Three times… four…

The same cock that had been romping inside her only minutes ago now prickled with goosebumps under her soft lips.

It was not fully hard, but the thoroughly spent thing recovered quite a bit.

A pleasant afterglow wrapped around my cock…

At last she drew her mouth away, rose, and stood before me again.

Only then did I feel how deep her eyes were as they met mine.

She looked into me with a warm expression, as if gazing into a deep universe.

Rising onto her toes, she left a short kiss on my lips.

Leaving me still not fully returned to reality, she walked slowly toward the back door, fully dressed.

Just as when I first met her, I said nothing and simply followed her with my eyes.

Why did the sight of her make my chest ache like this…?

She glanced back for a moment, smiled, and finally opened the door.

Without a word I raised my hand and waved to her.

Adieu… my first guest. Miss Yebin.

After she vanished into the darkness beyond the back door, I stood there for a moment in a daze.

Then the thought struck me that I ought to see her off properly, and I ran to the back door.

A single path connected to the rear of Room 19.

I could see her walking down the little trail behind the startup center, following the light of the streetlamps.

Holding the container door of Room 19, I stood naked in the dark and stared down after her.

She looked up and met my eyes. Then she waved at me as if greeting someone she was happy to see…

I waved back at Yebin.

Someone might have spotted me standing there naked, but I did not care.

I kept watching my lovely Yebin until she reached the parking lot and climbed into the car she had come in.

Less than a minute after she got in, the interior light flicked on for a moment. Then an expensive mid-size sedan gripped the dirt with a low growl and pulled out of the lot.

I parked in a hurry and called my hyung.

"Hyung, come down. I'm at the apartment entrance."

"Took longer than I thought. You should've said before you got here~ I would've gotten dinner ready."

"You haven't eaten yet, right? Come up—there isn't much side dish, but at least have some rice ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠before you go."

"Nah. I've got to leave quick."

"Yeah? That's a shame. Alright~ I'll come down, just wait a bit."

While I waited for him in the car alone, my clothes were an absolute disaster.

After the scorching time in Room 19 I had wanted to at least wipe myself down… but I had only signed the startup support contract and gotten the workshop a few days ago. None of the essentials you need for a moment like this were stocked yet.

No towels, no tissues, no water purifier, and no mirror.

I looked like hell.

My hair had been soaked in her juices and then dried, leaving the scent behind. My cotton T-shirt was stained with saliva, urine, every kind of fluid, and reeked of smells I had never experienced before. The front of my jeans was conspicuously marked with thick dried cum, and even I could tell it was thick with the smell of dried night-flower.

Just sitting alone in the car, the whole cabin was full of a lewd, filthy odor.

But it was not a bad kind of filth.

Sitting in a car still saturated with that erotic smell was the perfect finale to the lewdness we had just completed.

The problem was that Myeonghun-hyung would definitely notice.

If he realized what my body and the car smelled like, every question from earlier would resurface and he would finish his deductions for sure.

So I locked the doors, sat tight, and planned to pass him only the last harness through a crack in the window.

Her juices had gotten on the harness earlier, so I had wiped it with the T-shirt and, just in case, applied more mineral oil after the work. The trouble was that my own body reeked so strongly I could not even tell whether the harness still smelled of urine or not.

I felt bad for whoever would wear it, but there was no other way.

I had let it wash over me during the act itself, but Yebin's moans rose in my mind again.

Even a pure-looking girl can make those lewd little cries when she likes it that much…

Even now, force gathered in my lower body.

I had released that much semen and spent so long mixing bodies with a woman, yet I still felt as if I had not fully climbed out of the lewdness.

I sat there blankly for about three minutes. Then I saw hyung come noisily out of the first-floor entrance of the apartment—and right behind him, his little boy who was still awake.

Oh no.

When there is a child, you never know what might happen at any moment.

Today really was a day when disasters kept piling up.

Near midnight on a Friday, and I still could not let my guard down until the very end.

Just like before, there was no time to think.

I yanked open the locked car door, clutched the harness in my left hand, and ran toward Myeonghun-hyung as he approached.

"Hey… don't run. You must be tired… good work today~"

He waved cheerfully at me as I came charging over.

Both of today's guests waved at me so well.

Well, I waved at Miss Yebin too.

The moment he got close enough to start talking, I shoved the harness into his hand.

I gave the startled man a big nod and said,

"Hyung! This one's for the leader."

The instant the words left my mouth I spun like a cartoon animal and sprinted back toward where I had parked.

"Hey~ you can't just start talking and—where are you going?"

Little Jiho, who had been beside hyung, saw me running and came charging after me with all his might.

Hyung shouted his son's name as the boy tore off in a frenzy.

"Im Jiho~ It's dangerous! You'll fall~"

Once I had put a decent distance between us on the way to the car, I yelled back at Myeonghun-hyung.

"Hyung! My mom's calling me in a rush—I'm just dropping this off. Sorry!"

"Hey! Wait one minute! At least watch me smoke a cigarette!"

"Sorry! Mom seems really urgent."

Yeah. When you need an emergency exit, selling your parents' names is the safest move.

In that gap the quick little boy grabbed the thigh of my jeans.

"Uncle! Where are you goooing!"

I had to send Jiho back before Myeonghun-hyung reached us to collect him.

"Jiho, Uncle's busy today. Next time I'll come play a lot, okay?"

Standing in front of me, Jiho suddenly scrunched up his face, shook his head hard, and pinched his own nose.

"Eeeeh~!"

"Sorry, Jiho. Uncle sweated way too much today. Next time I'll come all clean, okay~"

Meanwhile Myeonghun-hyung was closing in.

Today that man was the scariest thing in the world—scarier even than the Grim Reaper.

I hurriedly ruffled Jiho's hair and gave his little butt a light ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠push toward his dad. Then I bolted for my car again.

I yanked the door open, dropped into the driver's seat, and started the engine at once, turning the car so I could see hyung and Jiho clearly.

I rolled down the window and shouted at the top of my lungs.

"Hyung! Take good care of the kids on stage! See you next week~"

"Yeah! Thanks for bringing it over. Drive safe!"

"Okay! I'm heading out! Say hi to noona for me!"

Hyung grinned and flashed me a fist. Jiho copied him and threw a little fist my way too.

Watching Myeonghun-hyung scold Jiho for copying his swear words, I fled from the front of his building like a man on the run.

At the time I believed that running from hyung so he would not notice the lewd smell would be the first and last time.

You never know what the world will bring, but I at least believed beginner's luck never strikes twice.

And I never dreamed that one week later I would be covered in another woman's juices again.

Still less that I would take twice as much from two slender women at once.