002. This is Dick ~Despair Edition~ (2)
“Come here.”
I called out to Han Yu-ra. She had fallen asleep without even fully wiping off her makeup. Was that why? She looked a little disheveled, but it did nothing to hide her beauty. Han Yu-ra was just too damn pretty.
But having sex first thing in the morning feels a bit off, doesn't it?
Still, her body, bathed in the morning sunlight, traced out curves that were pure temptation. From her round shoulders, flowing smoothly down her back like water, to her ass that I couldn't tear my eyes away from. Every contour seduced my gaze relentlessly. My cock was already rock-hard, straining against the blanket like it was about to burst free.
“I said come here.”
“Nngh...”
No 'good morning' or anything?
Han Yu-ra shot me a look like that, but she came over anyway. Then, like a curious cat, she stared right between my legs.
“This early in the morning... seriously? Does it get hard this often?”
“Yeah. Use formal speech when we're fucking.”
“Haa... for real.”
She sounded annoyed. “You want to do it again this early... sir?”
Her tone shifted from prickly casual to prickly formal. Golden sunlight streamed through the studio apartment window, dancing over her red ponytail.
Ah...
I hadn't realized I was so sensitive to stuff like this. Han Yu-ra, completely naked, waiting on me hand and foot first thing in the morning—it was insanely arousing. Especially crawling over on all fours like some animal.
Han Yu-ra was mine. Soft, milky-white skin that smelled faintly of milk. Breasts so obscenely huge they were almost vulgar. Curves that flowed elegantly down to her ass. For at least a month, she was a woman I could do whatever I wanted with.
I grabbed her ponytail and yanked her toward me. She let herself be pulled without resistance, but glared daggers the whole time.
“...”
Her face was full of resentment. But I had no intention of stopping. I was the alpha here. Compromise was pointless.
“Yu-ra.”
“...Yes.”
Yu-ra stared at my cock like she was drilling holes in it, her face flushing beet red from the mere sight. Yet her eyes wouldn't budge. She must have found it fascinating.
Somehow... it feels like we're lovers.
It was different from last night. In the natural morning light, her body revealed every last inch without mercy.
“Get down on the floor.”
“...Yes.”
Yu-ra knew resistance was futile. She pouted a bit as she slid off the bed, kneeling there with a sulky expression—like why isn't the bed my spot? It was kinda pathetic, and her face looked less miserable than yesterday.
Anyway, I pulled some lube from the drawer and slathered it on my cock.
“Yu-ra.”
“...Yes?”
“Come here and put it between your tits.”
Han Yu-ra gave me a pitiful look, like you into this kinda thing? But I didn't care. I'd been furious yesterday, but now I felt pretty satisfied. Seeing her begrudgingly satisfy my urges was turning me on—and kinda cute.
“Don't wanna?”
“...No.”
She crawled over on all fours, arching her back. My throbbing cock slipped perfectly between her heavy, snow-white breasts.
*Squish.*
The lube smeared stickily between her cleavage, and I started feeling the softness of her tits. It was cold at first, startling me, but soon her heartbeat warmed my dick nicely.
Ah... this is dangerous as fuck.
The sensation was indescribably soft. Not ideal for cumming right away, though—just pleasant, without enough friction to push me over the edge. But watching her arch her back like that, those milk-leaking tits obscenely enveloping my cock as she serviced me... it was beautiful.
“Haa... feels weird... I mean, it feels strange, Master...”
She moved her tits back and forth. Left breast and right squeezing my cock tight. Forcing my way between those maternal curves was exhilarating.
She grumbled. “Nngh... so sticky and gross...”
Yu-ra lowered her massive tits.
*Squish.*
The tip of my cock poked out from her voluptuous G-cup valley, smearing precum into her cleavage. It gave me a rush of dominance.
“Haa...”
Han Yu-ra was inexperienced. But her tits were so huge that even her clumsy titjob felt perfect.
Morning makes everything more sensitive... fuck.
I felt like I was dying. The softest, squishiest part of her body stroking up and down my vulgarly throbbing cock—it was intensely erotic.
“Ah, nngh...”
She looked confused but threw herself into the task. I gripped the back of her ponytail, and she kept thrusting her hips with a dazed expression. Her obscenely huge tits relentlessly squeezed and milked my cock. It was driving me insane.
“Yu-ra.”
“...Yes, haa... Master.”
“When you're servicing me, always look at my face. Until I say stop.”
“...”
She clearly hated it, but Han Yu-ra looked up at me.
“Keep checking if I'm satisfied.”
“...Got it.”
Her flushed face glared defiantly, but whenever our eyes met, she'd drop her gaze. Staring red-faced at my cock emerging and vanishing in her cleavage.
“Haa... hng... haa...”
Did she have sensitive nerves in her tits or something? She seemed aroused just from stroking me. Despite the lube, it wasn't quite enough stimulation, so I said,
“Open your mouth. Gonna cum.”
“...Yes.”
Han Yu-ra knelt there obediently. I laid my cock across her face, casting a long shadow from chin to forehead—a throbbing pillar.
“Haa... nng...”
She sighed in embarrassment but couldn't look away. I couldn't hold back and started stroking with one hand. Her eyes went wide—like she'd never seen anything like it.
“Ah... nng...”
One of her hands hovered near her thighs, tempted.
“Mouth open.”
“Ah...”
Her face flushed crimson as she parted her lips. Sometimes her expression turned this hazy, and she became strangely submissive.
Haa...
The face represents human dignity and pride. Seeing her kneel under my cock, pressing her face right up to it to relieve my filthy lust—it ignited my desire. The urge to cum surged. She looked so vulnerable, tits dangling obscenely, mouth agape beneath my dick.
“Ah, nng...”
I came. We hadn't even fucked, but her face was defiled with my thick white load. Semen smeared her lips, a long streak across her left eye, vulgarizing her beauty.
Han Yu-ra grumbled. “Nng... my makeup...”
Women, huh. Still thinking about makeup at a time like this?
I didn't stop, wiping my lipstick-smeared cock across her face.
“Nngh...”
“Don't dodge. Unless you want it inside.”
“Got it...”
With ragged breaths, Yu-ra endured my cock smearing insultingly across her face.
“That's enough.”
“...Master?”
Kneeling Han Yu-ra looked up at me, confused.
What's she confused about?
Somehow, even that expression was cute, making my heart race.
“What?”
“Aren't you... gonna do more... sir?”
“You want more?”
I asked. Fresh off cumming, but if she really wanted it, I could go again. It'd be rough, though.
But Yu-ra sighed at her lube-smeared tits, clearly annoyed about something.
“We're done. Mas-ter.”
She stormed off to the shower, pouting.
......
We stepped outside. A bright spring day with blazing sun. Days like this don't come often. I loved rainy days too, but this clear weather was great. Especially with flowers blooming.
Han Yu-ra sipped her drink and said to me, her expression much softer than yesterday.
“...Do I have to use formal speech out here too?”
“Nah.”
I frowned a little in response. Han Yu-ra was too pretty—that was the problem. Even if she got sassy, I felt like forgiving her, like yielding in negotiations.
Instinct, huh.
There was a study saying men's prefrontal cortex activity drops around busty, pretty women in their twenties. Probably why my rationality dropped twenty points around her.
Han Yu-ra fidgeted with her hands and said,
“Then...”
“...”
“Seong-u.”
Probably about work.
“Uh... when are you starting?”
She looked at me with glassy eyes full of resolve. Transparent determination—like she'd fuck me over if I broke my promise.
I knew that side of her, so I had to follow through.
“Monday.”
“R-really?”
“Yeah. I keep my promises. You know that.”
Han Yu-ra sighed in relief, patting her chest. She looked thrilled, like she'd forgotten yesterday's treatment.
Her game. Her dream. Starlight. A woman who could be happy or miserable over that one thing. That's how pure Han Yu-ra was.
Something feels off.
Even after I treated her so harshly, she only had eyes for the game. Maybe it was my imagination, but I wasn't at the end of her gaze. Just the game.
What if I obliterated your company without a trace? Would you finally cry for real? I'd go to jail, you'd be buried in debt. What if we all ruined our lives?
Like wanting to smash a passerby with a rock in hand, or stab someone with a knife—the dark fantasy flashed through my mind. Everything turned to shit. Memories of a year slaving at her company bubbled up like boiling sludge.
...No.
I snapped out of it, and the images vanished. Spring breeze swept away the rampaging emotions without a trace, as if they'd never been there.
I stared at the massive tree swaying behind Han Yu-ra.
There's something I've wanted to tell her since yesterday.
I spoke up. “Yu-ra.”
“Yeah?”
“Act like lovers when we're out.”
“Wh-what?”
Her face flushed bright red. Embarrassed? Yeah. But she'd get it.
A bit embarrassing, but no choice.
What I was doing was a crime. Blackmail-laced rape. In court, it could be straight-up assault. When unrelated man and woman face rape charges, courts first look at the victim's 'opinion.' Presumption of innocence applies, but rape's nature makes it hard to prove without on-scene reports.
Especially with blackmail.
Once sex is proven, defendant loses nearly 100%. Even with prior consent evidence, they'd need separate proof of no coercion.
But lovers? Different story. 'Lovers' meant traces on Korea's CCTVs. A year of dates everywhere, her paying motel bills—huge difference from just getting sued.
She got my intent and replied,
“O-okay.”
Han Yu-ra slurped her drink and brushed back her red side hair with one hand. Her glancing at me was adorable.
A bit shy, she asked, “...S-so, what do we call each other out here?”
Han Yu-ra had the wrong idea. I frowned.
......
Crazy... pretend to be lovers?
You're nuts, Im Seong-u.
Han Yu-ra felt utterly weirded out. But part of her understood.
Right. You've hidden those feelings since college?
It made her a little sad. Her feelings for Im Seong-u were just what a woman feels for a 'close guy friend.' She'd never loved anyone romantically.
I... don't love you.
Han Yu-ra had coldly rejected every confession. No time for it. But now Im Seong-u wanted her to 'act like lovers.' What should she do?
Ugh...
Han Yu-ra was confused.