008. Tribulations (9)
The interior of the izakaya felt cozy and secluded. Being underground, ventilation was poor, and a thick woody scent hung in the air. Was this place expensive for what it was? Sounds from people passing outside barely filtered in, and the enclosed table area was shielded by wooden doors. And in that narrow space before me sat Han Yu-ra's body.
Haa... I looked down at her. Her gaze, hungry with longing, was fixed on my crotch. Through the gap in her unbuttoned blouse, her deep collarbone was visible—the delicate curve of her neck. Her pale skin, lightly damp with sweat, flushed pink beneath. I'd heard that when a woman gets sexually aroused, blood rushes to her chest, making it redden, and it seemed true.
"What is it with you." I wrapped my fingers around her small chin. Stroking her under it like a pet bitch, Yu-ra let out a tiny moan.
"Ngh..."
Did it feel good or bad to be treated like a dog by someone? Her expression twisted in a way that made it impossible to tell.
I said to her, "You want to fuck?"
"..."
"You horny?"
The lioness of the daytime had shrunk into a kitten, entrusting her face to my hand. I liked that. Her ripe, mature body. Pinned into the corner of the shop, her expression expectant of being devoured. All of it screamed female in heat, and it turned me on immensely.
To my question if she was horny, she answered obediently.
"Y-yes..."
Her warm breath from those red lips brushed my chest.
"I'm horny."
"..."
"I want to have sex..."
Those words nearly shattered my reason. Stroking her hair, I asked, "Wanna do it here?"
It was a bold request. No matter what she'd done to me, we could get busted for public indecency, so caution was key. Nibbling her flushed earlobe softly, she gasped raggedly.
"You can say no if you don't want to."
Did the owner anticipate situations like this? The place seemed to cater only to the wealthy few; outside was so quiet it barely felt like a business.
"Hng... I said I'd do anything."
Yu-ra buried her face in my chest, her eyes fluttering with a mix of tension and desire as she spoke.
"No one's really around anyway... Master, whatever you want... use me."
Lewd anticipation gleamed in her eyes. Was it the alcohol? Her body clung to my side, radiating seductive charm.
"I like it that way more..."
"Yeah?"
I undid one more button at the top of her blouse with one hand. Her trapped breasts bounced free—heavy, impossibly soft mounds. Maybe because they were so huge? Just exposing them intensified her sultry body scent.
I slid one hand behind her back, wrapped around her waist, and gripped one massive breast firmly.
"Haht...!"
As if desperate to stifle her moan, she clapped a hand over her mouth. I'd known it for a while, but Yu-ra's tits were incredibly sensitive. Teasing her nipples like this,
"Nghp...!"
her eyes rolled back slightly as she squeezed her thighs together.
Who could've imagined? A woman like this running a mobile game company with over a billion won in investments in her twenties.
"Eek..."
Tormenting her nipple ends more, her face flushed pink behind her hand. Her eyes melted with what looked like suicidal bliss.
"I'll cover your mouth."
I clamped my hand over Yu-ra's mouth forcefully. Sealing it so tight she could barely breathe, she squirmed in distress. Each ragged breath sent ticklish air slipping between her soft lips. Her anxious eyebrows pleading up at me was hot too.
Inhaling the scent from her nape, I loosened her belt while she couldn't even moan properly.
"...Mmph."
She tried to squirm away, but I didn't stop. Sliding my hand down, I brazenly slipped it inside her panties.
"Mmf...!"
Her voluptuous adult body, unfiltered in its allure. Through the undone belt buckle peeked white panties. Stroking over them lightly, she shuddered in delight.
"Changed colors today?"
A shade lighter than her skin. Seeing her flushed pink breasts and belly squeezed tight into them stirred insane taboo lust. Not knowing when someone might come.
"Nghp... hng...!"
Muffling her desperate moans, I caressed her crotch with one hand. Her white panties were damp only at the center. Slipping inside, I felt her slightly unkempt cute bush and the smooth, slick pussy beneath.
"Mmph...!"
She tried to flee, but it was futile. Nearly choking her, I pinned her mouth and pulled her against me. The shampoo from her morning shower wafted over.
I teased the upper part of her still-dry pussy. Stroking from bottom to top. Her whole body trembled as she clamped her legs shut.
"Spread your legs."
With a fearful glance outside, she parted them bit by bit. My fingers, pushing her panties aside, delved slowly inside.
"Mmph... mmph...!"
Finger-fucking Han Yu-ra from the hard izakaya chair was tricky.
"Nng...!"
Her drool soaked my palm messily. Pleading eyes looked up at me.
Squelch.
"Hng...!"
Unable to even speak properly, she melted while staring at her own pussy.
That's when it happened. Noisy chatter from outside, footsteps approaching. My heart pounded wildly.
Fuck...
The footsteps drew near. Our startled heartbeats synced like one. I shifted to block her body from view and draped my jacket over her thighs. Luckily, the footsteps receded.
"Haa... haa..."
I asked her, "What if we get caught?"
"...I don't know, hng... something like that."
With a slightly resentful glare, she fixed her clothes. I brought my fingers—coated in her juices from her precious place—to her lips and shoved them in.
"Mmf...!"
Slurp, smack.
Like suckling a baby's finger, she nursed the tip. A bizarre sensation. Not a cock, but her soft tongue caressing my fingertip sent electric thrills up my spine.
"Haa..."
"Ever tasted your own juices?"
Schlup. Sucking my finger, she mumbled.
"...Yes."
"Why?"
"Ngh..."
"Tell me."
She bowed her head deeply and confessed, "When I... masturbate."
Hearing that, I couldn't hold back. I told her, "On your knees."
With a hint of dissatisfaction in her eyes, she nonetheless knelt between my legs on the izakaya floor. Her jacket splayed open invitingly. Today, her white bra strained against those G-cup tits looking up at me.
The head of one company. The woman I'd hated so much, who hated me—the one now gazing up like a pet dog with shy embarrassment.
I pulled out my rock-hard cock. Normally impossible, but the booze gave me courage today.
"Haa..."
"...Yu-ra."
"Yes...?"
"When you want to fuck me, wear a skirt."
"...Yes."
She brought her face under my cock. Hesitant, she kissed slowly from the base upward. Her soft, yielding lips left a red lipstick mark on the shaft.
Haa...
They say kisses mean different things by spot. Forehead for luck, back of hand for reluctance to part. Lips for lovers' love, obviously.
I stared at the fresh red lipstick stain on my dick. What did a cock-kiss mean?
"Hurry up and let's go."
"Yes..."
Rubbing her cheek against my cock—face-sized for her—she slowly engulfed it from the tip.
"Glrk...!"
So thick she had to stretch wide. Overheated, she shrugged off her jacket. Just that changed her vibe entirely.
Haa...
White blouse. Even in mild spring, it clung translucently to her skin, hiding nothing of her inner curves. It turned me on; I gripped her head and thrust.
"Mmf...!"
Grabbing her crown, I forced her down. Saliva surged from her throat, spilling past her lips. She teared up a bit. But practice made perfect; she endured with pitiful eyes looking up.
It felt amazing.
"Glrk...!"
Slurp, smack, schlup.
Precum and her juices mixed in her hot mouth. Under the izakaya's hazy lights, her cheeks flushed pink; half-lidded eyes as she suckled my cock.
Gripping her red ponytail, I rammed it all in.
"Glrk...!"
My 18cm cock buried in her throat; she hacked in agony.
"Mmf..."
I let our parts "kiss" for two seconds, then yanked her head back.
"Haa... hng... hngg...!"
The thrill of doing this where we might be caught. But the tension made cumming hard.
Thick strands from her gaping lips dripped onto her sweat-glossed cleavage; she looked up pained.
Haa... I wanted outdoor play.
This kind of play didn't suit me. I told her, "Let's get out."
"...Yes."
She stood, wobbling. Booze? Or something else? I steadied her with a hand on her shoulder.
"Ah..."
"You okay?"
"...Y-yes, yes..."
Her shy stutter, eyes wide and sparkling with excitement as she looked up. Adorable.
She likes this?
Somehow heartwarming. Her formal speech clinging even now was insanely hot.
......
I'd driven again but drank. Even a thug like me wouldn't DUI—that's murder. But my cock throbbed hard. Couldn't go home like this.
I looked at Yu-ra. Massive tits. Ragged breaths. Side hair stuck to her flushed cheeks. Her hazy eyes drove me mad.
"Yu-ra."
"...Yes?"
"I want it now. Sex, whatever."
"Ngh..."
Hand on her shoulder, she panted, "M-me too..."
We were both revved up. My erection unrelenting. She eyed me like she needed more.
No more words needed. Grabbing her wrist, I dragged her to the park-side public restroom.
"Nng...!"
Empty park toilet—no one around. Modern anti-spy cam measures sealed ceiling and floor tight. Lights flicked on white, soft classical music playing.
Yu-ra flushed crimson, head down.
"Ah..."
Did it feel like the floor dropped out? How'd a CEO feel servicing cock here?
But this play was extreme.
"Yu-ra."
"...Yes?"
"Don't want to?"
"..."
"Last chance. If you really don't want, we stop."
We hadn't set a safeword. Time to do that.
"N-no... there's probably no cameras anyway..."
"Slutty."
Sealed space reeking faintly of disinfectant. She stood demurely, hands clasped before me.
"Am I... slutty?"
"Yeah."
I touched her cheek. She trembled.
Knowing what was coming.
Slap.
"You're a fucking slut."
"...I'm sorry."
Her breaths grew rougher.
"If you want it that bad, I'll give it. Bitch."
"...Yes."
"Strip."
Parkside public restroom. There, Han Yu-ra began undressing.