Midterm Common Sense (5)
According to what I'd learned in Lovemaking 101, I should have been caressing his balls and kissing the glans before slathering it in spit...
But right now, I didn't have the luxury for that.
"Slurp! Sluuurp! Smooch smooch smooch smooch!"
"Whoa, you're sucking it down so greedily. You're ruining your face."
"Hngh, hngiiiik... D-don't look...♡"
Kang Geon-yul's exclamation made me feel embarrassed, so I tried to cover my eyes and nose with my hands, but he grabbed my wrists and pulled them away. He probably found even that ridiculous attempt cute.
"Starving for cock, huh?"
He was right. As much as I hated to admit it, looking at myself objectively right now, there was no way I could deny it.
Honestly, after losing the Sweet Semen function, I'd thought I'd completely shaken off any semen addiction. No more sweet scent or delicious taste, so even if I ended up giving blowjobs, I was sure I wouldn't enjoy swallowing cum or having a dick in my mouth. I hadn't sucked a real man's cock since then, but I'd believed it would stay that way.
Yet here I was, sucking dick even more devotedly—and enjoyably—than back when I had the Sweet Semen function. No sweet aroma, just the musky stench of male, the scent of night-blooming flowers and the salty tang of precum—that was all I could sense. So why?
...Why does serving a man feel so damn good? Was Happy Stick really onto something?
Locking eyes with his pubes while slurping away, the thought crossed my mind.
The Sweet Semen function had erased my mental resistance to cock, sure—but maybe that resistance hadn't come back even after the function vanished. In fact, right now, I felt zero aversion or reluctance.
Sweat made my hair stick to my face, so I'd brush it back immediately, pouring every ounce of focus into sucking cock. With one hand, I'd knead his balls, praying for a massive load. Even without doing anything else, my thighs were soaked—just from sucking dick.
"Chae-a, you really love cock, don't you?"
"Slurp... Sluuurp... Hrrrrup... Eh?"
Suddenly, Kang Geon-yul pulled out his phone. Not just the camera set up behind him—he'd enlisted his phone camera too, for close-up angles.
"Eeee..."
My face on the screen was a total mess. A few black pubes clung to my lips, dried precum stains smeared across my cheeks from earlier wiping. My cheeks were hollowed out, my mouth stretched wide in a classic 'blowjob face' as I tried to swallow the shaft. No matter how you sliced it, it wasn't cute or pretty. It was the look of a cheap, slutty whore.
"T-too close... I look ugly...!"
"Nah, Chae-a looks prettiest when she's sucking dick."
"Really...?"
"Yeah. You're so serious about it—deflating the air, using your tongue, going all out like it's hard work. Watching you from above, I can't help but laugh."
"...Ehehe."
I didn't really get it, so I just gave an awkward smile. He called it pretty, but also said it made him laugh—so it had to be praise, right?
"But how engrossed were you? You only noticed the phone now, and it's been recording since we started."
"Y-you have to film it well..."
I glanced at the phone camera with my mouth full of cock, beaming innocently, and Kang Geon-yul spat out harsh words in a flat tone.
"Shut up and suck the dick, you bitch."
"Oop!"
He grabbed the back of my head and rammed his cock deep into my throat. I panicked as my airway closed off, but I had to admire the piston motion of his hips treating my throat like an onahole.
If it were any other girl, she'd be bawling her eyes out! I had my doubts, but he's totally just a virgin who's watched too much porn!
Even as I thought that, my throat clenched tight around him.
"Guh! Oop! Guh! Guh!"
"Ngh... Gonna cum in your mouth!"
"Oop!"
It wasn't my mouth. He flooded straight down my throat. And the texture was insane—super thick. People call cum 'dick juice,' but from firsthand experience, it was nothing like water.
Jelly?
It was almost solid. Lucky he shot it straight down my throat, or I'd have struggled chewing and swallowing. Even then, chunks would stick around, stinking up my mouth.
Gulp, gulp.
As I instinctively swallowed to catch my breath, I realized the cum didn't taste that bad. Maybe because I'd been edged for days, but even this thick, heavy load...
Fishy... gross, but...
It was lewd as hell. Was I turned on by the sheer fact of swallowing cum, or was a woman's body wired to get excited by semen, savoring its taste in a slutty way? I had no idea.
"Open your mouth-pussy."
I'd lifted my head in a daze, debating whether to lick the cum off my lips, when our eyes met perfectly.
"Whoa, your mouth reeks of cum."
"S-sorry."
"No need to apologize. An onahole mouth-pussy smelling like cum is only natural."
"Hnght..."
His words stung, but surprisingly, his eyes held a flicker of concern—something only I could spot.
I'm fine, though...
To prove it, I engulfed the cum-smeared glans and sucked noisily. The so-called cleanup blowjob. Vacuuming like a Hoover to extract every drop from his urethra, his hips bucked a few times.
Pop!
"Puhah!"
Even after devouring the urethral remnants, I felt unsatisfied and licked my lips toward the camera. I'd accidentally swallowed some pubes too, which grossed me out a bit, but not too bad. Just an itch in my throat. With that load volume, some thick globs had clung to my esophagus instead of sliding straight to my stomach.
"Cough, cough!"
"What's wrong? Something stuck in your throat?"
"Yeah, a little..."
Come to think of it, there was water and drinks in the fridge. I started crawling off the bed for a quick break when Kang Geon-yul pinned my body with his legs.
"Where you going?"
"J-just water for a sec..."
"I'll give you some. Open your mouth-pussy again."
Clueless, I parted my lips. He grabbed my chin and pulled me close to his mouth. It looked like he was about to kiss me—I widened my eyes and pulled back slightly.
"...?"
"Ah, no, this is."
It wasn't a kiss. We couldn't—not after I'd already kissed his dick, swallowed his cum multiple times, and let his glans kiss my womb entrance. Lip-kissing felt off-limits.
What do I do?
But in this camera angle, any resistance would look weird—even if they could edit it out, it'd feel choppy. No choice. I shamelessly rubbed my breasts against his forearm with some aegyo.
"Mngh, Chae-a just got a mouth-cumshot. Kissing now would just taste like semen, Master. You sure? Chae-a loooves Master's cum taste, but you don't. Semen flavor's a privilege for pussy-bitches like me."
"Hmm, you're right?"
As he hesitated, I inwardly sighed in relief. Anything but a kiss, I could handle. I stayed still as he held my chin, pulling back a bit.
"No kiss then."
Ptoo!
Something landed in my still-open mouth. His spit. I'd suspected as much—he wanted to feed me his saliva.
Well, after cum, spit ain't shit.
Playing for the camera, I didn't purse my lips—savoring the spit in my mouth with an ecstatic expression before gulping it down.
"Master's spit is so yummy..."
On the surface, I looked totally submissive to Kang Geon-yul, but I had my calculations.
Step one: I took the thickest load in my mouth first, so the actual sex should be easier, right?
Mouth-pussy blowjobs were tough, but nothing compared to real pussy sex. Especially when he went feral in doggy, eyes rolling back—it was hard to stay sane. Missionary was easier, but seeing his face made it embarrassing. Watching him lost in pleasure was mortifying, and showing my own orgasm face was even worse.
Still, I'd survived both positions once already, so I could handle them. So, what this time?
"Strip."
"Huh?"
"Time to lose the panties."
I'd just put them on. A shame, but making him cum from just a blowjob was victory enough. I slipped off my panties and spread my dripping pussy for him—and the camera.
Once for the camera, once for Kang Geon-yul.
"Sh-should I beg you to fuck me... or something?"
But weirdly, he just stared at my pussy without thrusting in. He'd just cum, yet he was rock-hard again—not an erectile issue. Did he want me to beg sluttily?
"Nah, no need."
He just lay there, casually watching me like a spectator. At first, it flustered me, but as it dragged on, it got embarrassing.
"Did I do something wrong...?"
"Fuck yourself on it."
"Huh?"
Still lying down, his twitching cock jerking, he pointed at my pussy with a finger. A box of condoms had appeared between his legs at some point.
"I'll just lie here. Climb on and shove my dick in your pussy yourself—then ride it."
...What?