Interview Common Sense (6)
“Slurp—”
“W-Wait a sec, this is a titjob, why are you suddenly...”
“Mmm♡”
Because it was so huge, the pink tip of Geon-yul's cock poked out from between my breasts. I stuck out my pink tongue and licked at his glans teasingly, lick lick, before finally parting my lips and gently taking it into my mouth.
Schlurp—! Slurp! Suck—!
While rubbing my tits hard against the shaft and sides of his cock, I used my mouth to stimulate the tip. My saliva made everything so slippery, letting them glide perfectly. It was the lewdest service I could give him without using my hole.
“Baaah—”
I kept drooling saliva and leaking breast milk to keep things nice and wet. Plus, the precum flowing from Geon-yul's cock helped a ton. My body was already slicker than any gel.
“Haa... What the hell... how do you even have a body like this...”
“Hehe... Does my titpussy feel good, Master...♡”
I shook my breasts more and more intensely. They were sensitive, so the rough motion brought some pain along with the pleasure, but I could handle it.
“Hng... Hngh... Hng...!!”
Squelch squelch squelch!
As I ground my tits against him roughly, Geon-yul started thrusting his hips fast—he was close. It was just a titjob, but the sounds were like when he plunged into my pussy, which felt strangely thrilling. With breast milk, saliva, and precum all mixed together, it made sense.
I watched his cock moving up and down and, like a whack-a-mole game, darted my tongue out to lick the tip every time it popped up.
“Let me drink your cum...!”
“Guh, ngh, I'm cumming—!!”
As he reached his peak, Geon-yul grabbed my breasts himself and pistoned his cock between them. It really felt like my tits had turned into a full-on onahole.
Splurt! Spluuurt! Splurt splurt!
“Hah, haah...”
“Did it feel good?”
“Too... good...”
I spread my breasts apart to check the cum he'd shot. True to form for Geon-yul, there was a massive load—enough to splatter my neck and face too, though that was nothing compared to the pool in my cleavage.
Splaaat—
“Whoa...”
Thick, yellowish, gooey jelly-like cum clung to my cleavage like glue. When I pulled my tits apart, a string of that dense yellow semen stretched between them like a bridge.
...Washing all this off is gonna be a chore.
Even as I thought that, a strange excitement gripped me. Good thing I was on my knees and it wasn't visible, but my pussy was already drooling in response to the cum, and my lower belly was twitching nonstop.
“Give me your cock again.”
“Huh?”
“Gotta clean it. It's dirty.”
Suck— slurp—
I could've used wet wipes or tissue or water, but I cleaned it with my mouth instead. The mix of my milk, saliva, precum, and semen didn't taste great. After the cleanup blowjob, I swallowed the pooled saliva in my mouth and glanced at the others.
Ye-rin made him cum, but Jin Ha-eun's still going.
Jin Ha-eun was desperately working her flat washboard chest on the coach's fat cock, but he looked a bit bored. Then, fed up maybe, she started using her mouth like I did, and he shook his hips and came right away.
Should I pity her for the small tits? Or praise her blowjob skills?
With the interview wrapping up, I slowly wiped the massive load off my chest with tissue while eavesdropping intently on the interviewers chatting.
“Haa, even with the pills, cumming ten times in one day is killer.”
“Ten times? Already?”
“You're just here for this interview, so no pressure. I've got more teams left. So that was your first load of the day?”
“Not today—more like this week. Been holding back a few days.”
“...Why would a guy with a bitch do that?”
“It's a thing.”
At first, hearing that made my lips twitch—thank god Geon-yul wasn't here as a full interviewer like the coach or captain; he'd just come for me. But then it got weird.
Why the hell would he no-fap for a week? Kinda sus.
Geon-yul had no reason to hold back. I hadn't stopped him from jerking off, and I'd even helped once as his fake girlfriend to ease his urges and loneliness. We'd done it once recently and taken a break, but that wasn't a reason to abstain. He could've just handled it solo like always.
So why no-fap...? No way... he was looking forward to my titjob?
That had to be it. He knew I'd do paizuri, and since I'd never done it in our previous sex, he'd built up hype.
...Makes me kinda bummed now. A week's worth should've felt even better.
It stung that he'd blown such a pent-up load on my tits—low experience there compared to the rest of my body. But why was I bummed about his orgasm in the first place? I'd shaken off any cum addiction ages ago.
“Hey, that titjob felt amazing.”
“Huh? Oh, uh, yeah. I mean, sure.”
“Gonna make you do it again next girlfriend mode.”
“W-Who said I'd do it?”
“You will. It was super cute.”
“...Just get me hired.”
“I'll try.”
Geon-yul and I whispered so the coach and captain couldn't hear, then shut up at the same time. No idea why he stopped, but I had a pretty solid reason.
Why does this psycho keep calling me cute...!
It wasn't anger—some weird feeling bubbled between my chest and throat. Must be all that sticky cum smeared on my tits. Anyway. Whatever.
After the interview, I thoroughly scrubbed the cum off my chest in the showers before heading back to the dorm. Geon-yul's stuff was so thick, it took forever to clean.
Sniff sniff.
I lifted each arm in turn to check my scent. I swore I could still smell his cum on me.
Hope it didn't seep into my skin.
Women in this world treat thick male cum scent like the best perfume, but I'd never get that taste no matter what. Walking around reeking of semen? Way too trashy.
“Hey, hi! All clean now?”
“Oh, Senior...”
Finishing my shower and changing in the locker room, I ran into someone I really didn't want to deal with.
Jin Ha-eun.
And with no one else around, we were totally alone in this enclosed space. It felt awkward, so I sped up getting dressed.
Should've waited for Ye-rin.
I couldn't leave with Ye-rin or Geon-yul after. Geon-yul seemed done interviewing but had other stuff; Ye-rin got called back because the coach wasn't thrilled with Jin Ha-eun's paizuri.
Good sign for her.
From what I overheard, he wanted paizuri from me but gave up since I'm Geon-yul's exclusive bitch and called Ye-rin instead—similar tit size. That girl eagerly scampered off.
Anyway, getting in the coach's good graces boosted her manager odds—a win. If only I weren't stuck alone with Jin Ha-eun now; I'd have congratulated her for real.
“How'd the interview go today?”
“Pretty good, I think. You?”
“Same. Paizuri was iffy, but what can ya do with my body? Can't be helped.”
Her cold, haughty vibe toward me was a far cry from the flirty act with the guys earlier—kinda weird.
“But hey, Chae-a.”
“Yeah?”
“Told you to drop the formal speech. Why keep it up? And calling me 'senior' every time.”
“'Cause you're my... senior?”
What kinda situation was this? I furrowed my brows obviously.
I knew zilch about girl-on-girl mind games, so no clue what scheme Jin Ha-eun was pulling now.
“...Most people don't.”
She smiled seductively, like a cat eyeing a cornered mouse. I thought it was beautiful, but chills ran down my spine anyway.
Bam—!
Then the door flew open. In bounced the blonde tanned gal girl, humming happily. Looked like she'd already fucked the coach and cleaned up.
Coach must be a quick shot.
Before I could dwell, Ye-rin grinned and waved at me and Jin Ha-eun beside me.
“Hey, Chae-a, you still here? And who's that...”
“Jin Ha-eun. Second-year onahole class.”
“Aha haha, onahole class, huh? So even if she's older, she's lower bitch than me—totally fine to treat her casual?”
“Obviously. But I only use formal speech for men, so cut me some slack there?”
“Sure sure, whatever~ Gotta head out anyway.”
My body went rigid listening to them. Seizing the moment, Jin Ha-eun landed checkmate.
“Hey, Chae-a.”
“...”
“You like lewd comics, right?”