008. Tribulations (10)
There are people like that, aren't there? The ones who have affairs and then whine, "It was a mistake...!" Anyone with a normal adult brain knows the truth. It's all just deception. No adult in this world "accidentally" unbuckles their pants, "accidentally" gets hard, "accidentally" aims at a pussy and thrusts in and out, or "accidentally" cums inside. Same goes for women. Calling it a "mistake" is just a pathetic excuse—a backstabbing betrayal, nothing more.
That's why I didn't bother rationalizing it as a mistake. "This isn't a mistake." It was simply an act to satisfy lust.
"We won't have sex. Yu-ra said it's a dangerous day."
Han Yu-ra had tormented me for a whole year—that much was true. That mental violence wasn't something to forgive on a whim or a surge of horniness. But does getting bullied for a year justify forcing an abortion? No, right? Better to just punish her with some corporal discipline. So today, ending it with some tepid foreplay was the right call.
"...Or something."
The initial pangs of conscience had mostly faded. Was I always this kind of person?
"Maybe I shouldn't be doing this." It felt like Bill Clinton telling Monica Lewinsky that getting a blowjob "isn't sex" after shoving his dick in her mouth. Or like some cheap Japanese manga where a guy gropes tits and claims, "Th-this is just a massage! Lymph node massage!"—fooling himself. Truth be told, I still felt a twinge of guilt toward Shin Na-young. But unless someone held a knife to my throat, what could guilt even stop? I had no idea I was this sleazy.
"Take off your clothes."
Inside the public restroom that faintly smelled of disinfectant, I plopped down roughly on the white toilet and eyed Han Yu-ra. She fidgeted, disheveled.
"Didn't you hear me?"
"...Y-yes."
Her attitude screamed she didn't want to strip. Fair enough. A woman who looked elegant and professional in her business suit, now undressing herself in a public restroom? But even that couldn't hide her slutty body.
Her cheeks flushed pink with disgust and anticipation. Below them, her massive tits strained against the white shirt like they might burst it open, her sweat-soaked white bra visible through the fabric.
I reached out and caressed her already pinkened cheek from the earlier slap. Was she scared? Slapping a slave's face was standard SM play—to instill submission, to make her realize her place.
As I gently stroked her cheek, Yu-ra bit her plump lower lip.
"I'll... I'll strip, sir..."
It was a bit chilly for spring, but Han Yu-ra started peeling off her clothes layer by layer. First, she hung her jacket on the restroom rack. Then she unbuttoned her white shirt, pop, pop.
I watched her eyes. She looked down, too embarrassed for eye contact, but she stripped well enough. She'd once been too shy to even show her underwear, but now she didn't hesitate to bare herself in a filthy place like this. The gap from our first time felt good.
"Haa..."
Her half-naked body was mesmerizing. Her full tits squeezed tight in the white bra. Yu-ra's glamorous figure made the ill-fitting bra push out flesh in the most erotic way. Below, faint ribs showed, her lower belly cutely protruding from her womb, leading to a white panty in a Y-shape.
The lingerie she'd worn was white, but it had lost all purpose now. The thin fabric was soaked with her juices, transparently outlining her smooth pussy.
I unbuckled my pants and said, "Come here. Finish what you started earlier."
"Y-yes..."
Yu-ra knelt between my legs in this sleazy public restroom. Maybe it was closing time—the lights went out, moonlight illuminating her naked form.
She settled between my thighs and resumed her task.
*Slurp, smack...*
Her tongue clung much more aggressively than before. In her underwear, glued to my long cock in a public restroom—it was fucking hot. Earlier it felt like reluctant obedience; now she seemed eager to suck.
Lips kissing my shaft frantically, her small tongue licking wetly upward, eyes full of lust gazing up as she slowly engulfed the tip of my glans.
"Urgh..."
Too erotic to endure. One hand softly cupped my balls, the other gripped the base, using her mouth like a tool to serve.
*Slurp, smack, smack...*
Han Yu-ra sucked like a starving woman. Her red ponytail and white lingerie. A bead of sweat trailing down her collarbone was unbearably stimulating.
"You like this stuff, huh."
"Mmph..."
"Getting treated like a toilet in a public restroom."
Yu-ra shot me a resentful glance. I tapped her cheek—enough to feel the humiliation. Her brows furrowed slightly from the shame.
"Answer me."
I grabbed her hair and yanked her head back. A long string of saliva stretched from her red, plump lips to my engorged cock.
"Why was your pussy wet?"
"Th-that's..."
*Smack.*
"Why was your pussy wet?"
Her cheek flushed pink again. Was she getting used to slaps? Trembling slightly, she said, "Haa... I got wet... because I like being forced to serve Master..."
"Masochistic slut."
"...Y-yes, I am... Hnng..."
I pressed her lips back to my cock tip. Her eyes held a hint of resentment, but I ignored it.
*Squish, slurp, squish.*
Gripping her hair, I thrust to the hilt each time, drawing moans from Yu-ra.
"Mmph, mmngh..."
Her eyes glazed over. Brows furrowed, but the tension melted from beneath her lashes.
"You can masturbate."
At that, she lewdly spread her legs, slipping one hand inside her panties. Awkward without removing them, she awkwardly pushed fingers into her pussy while lifting the fabric. Insanely hot.
Deep night. In an empty park restroom's cold floor, Han Yu-ra knelt, forced to service my cock. And with one hand, she kept fingering herself.
"Uh... slurp..."
Tears welled at the corners of her eyes. So much juice? Transparent drops stained the restroom floor—obscenely erotic.
"Haa... fuck."
Regrettably, cumming was tough. First outdoor play? Paranoia about noise and prying eyes made it hard. Her mouth-pussy was hot, but not enough to finish.
No choice—I ordered, "Open your mouth."
"Y-yesss..."
She obeyed perfectly. Legs spread, kneeling on the cold floor, she pressed her face under my cock and opened wide, showing the mix of precum and saliva pooled inside.
Sexy as hell. I jerked off with one hand.
"This is because you suck at blowjobs. Got it?"
"Y-yes..."
Her face twisted with depravity as she waited below for my load.
Masturbation—not very dominant, but I wanted to cum fast. I shoved my cock toward her kneeling face, stroking furiously.
"...Gonna cum on your face."
"Thank you..."
Her excited lips quivered as she fingered her pussy. Quite the distance, but I could see her soaked panties squelching, juices dripping from within. Her slender fingers pitifully teased her pussy at an awkward angle. Orgasm seemed far off.
But not for me. A shiver up my spine, and the long-held white semen defiled Han Yu-ra's face.
"Ah... hn... Thank youuu..."
Splatters covered her face—enough to ruin her makeup. I smeared it across her kneeling features, then pushed into her plump lips.
*Slurp...*
Han Yu-ra sucked my fingers deliciously.
"Say something dirty."
"...Haa..."
Shame and arousal overwhelming her, she babbled, "Th-thank you... for giving your cum... to your cumdump..."
I thrust my thumb inside her plump lips, then caressed her cheek.
"Good girl."
"...Y-yes...♡"
Loving the praise now? Her face relaxed, rubbing her flushed cheek against my hand. Forehead splattered with semen, defiled and perfect.
I looked at Han Yu-ra. Still kneeling uncomfortably on the restroom floor, hand glued to her pussy. She hadn't cum yet.
"Yu-ra."
"...Yes?"
"Did you cum?"
"I-I'm fine... sir."
"No. Sit here."
I sat her on the toilet. Lifted her legs, forcing them into an M-shape.
"Uh... uungh..."
She covered her face in shame. In her brain-melting white lingerie, her face flushed red as her hair.
I stared at her pussy. Panties pathetically soaked. Dripping wet, outlining every contour. Transparency so high, the straight red slit and pink erect clit were visible through the fabric.
So fucking hot.
"Masturbate."
"...Y-yes...?"
*Smack.*
"Hiyak...!"
Slapping her pussy made her toes curl and quiver. She belatedly tried covering it.
I whispered in her ear, "Masturbate in front of me."
"U-uu..."
Yu-ra slipped her hand inside without removing the panties. Uselessly soaked now. Through the see-through cover, her white fingers pried open plump labia, mercilessly tormenting her hole.
*Squish. Squish, squish.*
A place she should never do this. Yet she exposed her pussy to me, fingering her precious spot.
"Uh... hng... haa..."
"Like being watched? Got a voyeur kink too?"
"N-no, not that... Hiyak...♡"
Tears brimming. Pussy gushing with each thrust. Shame and pleasure mixing on her flushed cheeks. Yu-ra lost her mind, rubbing away.
Panties awkward, but half-reclined on the toilet made it easier than before.
"Ah..."
My cock twitched, rising again. Should stop after one, but the sinful thrill—or her semen-smeared face, legs spread in a restroom, masturbating—kept it rock-hard.
Yu-ra pitifully clutched one massive tit, the other hand furiously squishing inside her pussy. Slapping it to make smack sounds, "Ahn, hup, hng...♥" pinching her nipples and moaning, but "Haaang... no, hng, stop... don't watch..."—cumming alone was tough.
Especially with my cock fully erect. I loomed over her like a predator.
Our eyes met. Hers locked on my rigid dick, lips bitten tight.
"...Haa, Master..."
"..."
"J-just... let me go? I'll... masturbate at home... I, hngh..."
Her hips twitched. But unconvincing—thighs slick, toilet seat stained with thick juices.
"Right before her period...?"
Her lust was insane.
"Or... um,"
"..."
"Just the tip..."
I laughed.
"Lewd bitch."
"Hn..."
I stroked her cheek. Orgasm-starved, brows furrowed as she fingered herself. Her expression a masterpiece drowned in lust, but she'd never reach it.
Looking down, I said, "You're begging like a sex-crazed bitch in heat."
"Haa... sorry, sir..."
"Fuck... I don't know anymore."
Just the tip isn't sex. That's what I thought.
"I'll cum outside."