006. Temptation (4)
I grabbed Han Yu-ra's chin and tilted it upward. The parking lot bathed in moonlight. My two fingers caressed her small, pale chin. Han Yu-ra shuddered like a prey animal moments from being devoured. Her gaze was heartbreakingly pitiful. Looking at her now, I couldn't help but find her a bit infuriating.
"Yu-ra."
"...Yes."
There was something endearing in her sigh. The tip of my thumb tingled from the warm breath she exhaled. When I brushed her lips and slipped my thumb inside, "Ngh..." she began sucking on it gently, like a pet. My heart pounded. It thrilled me as much as the tickle at my fingertip.
Han Yu-ra started with a resentful glare, but soon her cheeks flushed crimson, her eyes cast downward as she sucked on my thumb with wet, slurping sounds. Little by little. Slowly. Meticulously.
Now she can't even look at me. She stared so boldly when she was trying to seduce me earlier.
"Mmph..." No other thoughts crossed my mind. I toyed with her tongue using my finger. The slick, soft sensation. I pressed hard on her most sensitive spot, the one that yielded so pliantly. It felt like a naughty game. My heart raced with the thrill of taboo.
Was she as lost as I was? She glanced up cautiously, her eyes glazed as she sucked on my thumb. "Eung... Hngh..." Her soft tongue wrapped around my finger like a slug.
"Ngh, hngh..." Han Yu-ra's face burned red as she narrowed her eyes. Saliva pooling in her mouth, perhaps. When I forced my finger to move, she couldn't hold back, and drool spilled from her soft lips.
"Phah... Haa... Ha..." I pulled my finger from her mouth. A tender sigh escaped between her plump lips. Was the night cold? Her breath formed faint mist, and the saliva gleaming in the moonlight stretched from her tongue to my fingertip. Did she know what emotions she stirred in me?
I spoke to Han Yu-ra in a deliberately cold voice. "Where do you want to go."
"..."
Her sharp gaze had completely melted away. Her trembling lips hesitated to form words. When I moved my hand from her chin to stroke the side of her head, she let out a sigh of relief. Something dark surged up from my chest.
Do you know what I want to do when I see you?
"...Anywhere."
"Let's go home."
How brazen. She'd tormented me for a year and now had the gall to demand love. But it didn't repulse me as much as it should have, and that bruised my pride.
"...Ngh."
As I turned away without a hint of lingering attachment, Yu-ra gripped the back of my hand tighter. Her plump lips parted. "I want to... go to a motel with Master."
I... If asked whether I liked or hated Han Yu-ra, I'd still say hate—for now.
I hate you.
But her smile was beautiful. Her naked body was lovely, and a single word of praise from her washed away my wounds like a fool. That's the kind of woman she was. She'd tormented me for a year but still ensured I got unemployment benefits. When she had no obligation to, she even admitted recommending my resignation. I'd always wondered why. Pride as a businesswoman? Or a sliver of guilt?
It didn't matter anymore.
"Get in."
So I took her to a motel. That motel.
. . .
Our process was much the same as before. Han Yu-ra swiped her card and walked down the motel corridor. Over the repeating red carpet pattern, we opened the door and entered room 504.
It was nothing special, yet my tension mounted.
-You did well, Seong-u. Thank you so much.
I hated how happy that one phrase made my soul. I clenched my fist tight. This situation brimmed with conquest. The president of that small company who'd once tormented me was now begging to be fucked, casting aside even her pride.
I'd thought she wanted another man. But relief washed over me that it wasn't true. Possessiveness, excitement, resentment bubbled up hazily.
We said nothing as we entered the room. Han Yu-ra no longer had the strength to meet my eyes directly, and I saw no need to speak.
It had been a while since I'd entered a motel room. White bedsheets, antique wooden furniture, a small window—a plain setup. Why is that?
The atmosphere grew humid, warm, lascivious. Not overtly pornographic like a love hotel, but the motel's very structure excited the mind. Maybe because once you enter, the purpose is obvious.
I sat casually on the bed and called to Han Yu-ra. Her face, now flushed red, stared at me like a startled rabbit.
"Han Yu-ra."
"Yes..."
"Come here."
A lazy gesture, as if calling a pet. Han Yu-ra felt a twinge of self-loathing but obeyed obediently. I liked her eyes. A palette of self-loathing, guilt, shame, and love all mixed together.
I asked her bluntly. "Why'd you want to come to a motel?"
"...That."
"Can't say naughty words?"
Growing impatient, I said, "Strip first. Once you're in here with me, forget about wearing clothes."
"...Yes, Master."
Han Yu-ra stripped with a sense of humiliation, like a striptease. Not as quickly as before. Conscious of my gaze, she revealed her bare skin slowly, as if inviting me to savor it. First, she slipped off her blazer, undid the top buttons of her white blouse, exposing those massive breasts. Her white neck begged to be gripped. Below, her flushed chest. Breasts any man would covet spilled into view.
She changed her underwear.
Black lingerie, more revealing than usual, squeezed her thick breast flesh. Her huge tits compressed, flesh bulging slightly. My mouth went dry at the sight.
And so Han Yu-ra's naked body stood before me. Pretty breasts. A shyly indented navel below. A slight lower belly pouch from her hip bones and womb. Today's black panties cinched her waist tighter than usual. The sharp V-shape lifted her pussy upward, gripping it tight. Anyone could see she'd worn them to seduce me.
"Yu-ra. Say it."
"With Master..."
As I stroked her hair, Han Yu-ra said tearfully, her damp eyes fixed on the floor. "I wanted... to have sex."
I gently caressed her chin. I wanted to torment her more. "Is it embarrassing to say that?"
"...Yes."
"Yu-ra."
I suddenly grabbed one of her breasts. She flinched at the abrupt touch, her skin prickling tense beneath my palm. "Ahng..." The lumpy texture of her breast. I kneaded the overwhelmingly soft mound without mercy, and she trembled, exhaling sweaty breaths. Was it too much? Each time her breast deformed under my grip, she bit her lip hard, then tilted her head back.
If it were her first time, she'd have grabbed my wrists with both hands, but now she was accustomed enough to endure it with just ragged breaths. Below her plump, pale thighs curved beautifully. Her toes curled beyond her knees.
"Aren't you shameless?"
"...Ngh."
"Tormenting me for a year, and now seducing me? Can you just call me whenever you want sex?"
"No..."
"Am I easy for you?"
My hand slid past her ribs to her lower abs. She shivered but endured the touch. Did she anticipate the stimulation to come? "Hey, Han Yu-ra."
My harsh words tinted her eyes with fear. "I'm sorry... Master..."
My fingertip scraped over her hip bone to the top of her tightly gripped pussy. A light touch. But the snug panties amplified it, making her quiver sensitively. "Ahng..."
"You're a bit wet already?"
"That's... not it..."
Han Yu-ra clamped her thighs tight, panting excitedly. "Don't you like it?"
"No..."
"Hands behind your back. Spread your legs."
She protested faintly but parted her legs for easy access. Then clasped her hands behind her waist. Her pale thighs splayed, revealing the edge of her damp black panties. At the bottom of her pussy, near the entrance, a wet stain had formed.
I gently stroked the top of her pussy. Slipping my middle finger in up to the second knuckle, past the hole to her clit, then pressing my thumb firmly on her inner lips. Her hips buckled inward. She gasped. "S-Sorry... Haa, ngh, hngh..." Her excited scent mingled with her breaths.
"Sorry for what?"
"Master..."
Yu-ra said, "For tormenting you... I'm really sorry..." Her red lips moved as she spoke.
Selfish. She had to know how those words shook me. I ignored them forcefully, stroking her pussy top vigorously. "You knew that and did it anyway? So brazenly? Why?"
"...Ngh."
Caressing her sensitive spot made her knees tremble slightly. With hands bound behind, she had to passively accept every stimulation. Sweat dampened the sides of her hair, and her breaths grew hot. "Hey."
"...Yes."
"Speak clearly. What do you want?"
Yu-ra whimpered. A base urge took hold, pushing her further. "If you don't say it honestly, I won't do it."
She glared resentfully but opened her mouth. "Master..."
Her confession finally spilled. "I want you to... handle me roughly."
Each word came hard for Han Yu-ra. I kept stroking over her panties. Each upward stroke soaked the bottom darker. Her breasts heaved with every breath. Her respiration quickened. "Hngh, like that time."
"..."
"Haa. Since I was wrong... order me around, ahng..."
Yu-ra bit her lip. Once the dam broke, her lips poured out lewd pleas. "Punish me by forcing me onto the bed... Hngh. Fuck my pussy till I pass out... I like it... Master... Use me as a sex toy to relieve yourself."
"You like that?"
I stood and whispered in her ear. "...Yes."
Yu-ra looked up at me. My own heart pounded now. Thump thump. I felt a twinge of defeat there. Angrily, I snapped, "You're such a slut."
"...Hngh."
Was it my words? Her expression twisted. But I didn't stop. "Does that make sense?"
"I'm sorry..."
Smack.
"Ahng...!"
A light slap to her pussy. She bit her lip hard. "Say thank you."
"Thank... you, Master."
Han Yu-ra's face held a hint of masochistic pleasure as she spoke. Her most precious place struck like punishment, yet she thanked me, submitting with ecstasy. That's what she was becoming.
I stroked her panties slowly again. Scared of another slap? Her back twitched. "Seduced the man you tormented for a year because you want his cock that bad?"
A tear trailed down her cheek. She said, "I was jealous."
"..."
"Seeing you close with that Shin Na-young..."
Yu-ra's words sped up. My pulse raced too. Her flushed confession rang true.
That's what bothered you.
Han Yu-ra wasn't stupid. Despite gaps in knowledge, she'd sense what brewed between Na-young and me. Was that her anxiety? Wearing such slutty lingerie, breaking her pride to come to me.
Damn. Despite myself, Han Yu-ra grew endearing. Naked, teary-eyed, pussy toyed with as punishment, yet begging to have me. It fed my dominance.
"Then say it."
"Ahng..."
I pressed harder on her pussy. Middle finger to the second knuckle, forcing into the soaked panties. Her resentful gaze melted into ecstasy. "You want something naughty, right?"
"Yesss..."
"Say it. What?"
"Put your cock... hngh... in Yu-ra's pussy... and,"
Squelch.
Clear fluids trickled slickly down her thigh. A sight to behold. A woman with G-cup beauty thrusting her soaked pussy at my hand, gasping raggedly. "Haa... Punish me till you're satisfied..."
"Han Yu-ra. I still kind of hate you."
"...Ngh."
My words made her shoulders shrink. A sight to awaken any man's protective instincts. Savoring her expression, I said, "So I'm going to punish you."
"..."
"Roughly. Spit on you, spank your ass till it hurts, choke you when bored, finger your pussy."
I gripped her throat with one hand, the other teasing over her pussy. The panty fabric heightened the sensitivity? Trembling in fear, she leaned into me. I tightened my palm, feeling her whole body tense. "Is that what you want?"
Relief washed over her face. "Yes..."
"..."
"I'm sorry... Actually, haa. Ngh,"
Her selfish words came. "I want Master... to love me."
Thump.
Love. My heart lurched at the word. Throat constricted, voice strained, she wore a dazed expression. Surprisingly resilient, the human neck allowed breath even gripped like this. "Feed me your spit, hngh... I'll swallow. Yu-ra's pussy is Master's... anytime, spank it,"
"..."
"Whenever you want... fuck, ahng...♡ Fuck me."
Her face melted. "I'll take my punishment well. Use my body anytime..."
"..."
"I, hngh..."
Han Yu-ra said. Fiery red hair. A matching flush on her face. Her true feelings poured out. "Don't throw me away..."
I had to admit it. My heart wavered like a reed, deeply swayed by her. I confessed my love to her.
"Han Yu-ra."
"...Yesss?"
"Take off all your clothes and kneel."