008. Tribulations (11)
Shin Na-young lay sprawled on her fluffy bed in a comfy oversized t-shirt and shorts. Her tiny studio apartment couldn't have been more than a few pyeong. For some reason, sleep just wouldn't come tonight.
Han Yu-ra... She was terrified of what that slutty bitch might do to pure, innocent Im Seong-u.
Those tits... so vulgarly huge... G-cup, yet somehow perfectly perky without a hint of sag thanks to her bra. Immense wealth, always impeccably tailored suits that screamed professionalism. Legs long enough for any pants to look killer. Even a woman could sense the raw eroticism—Han Yu-ra's body was straight-up violent.
No way she's a masochist too, right? Nah, come on. On top of all that? Money, massive tits, gorgeous, and a maso? That's just cheating. No way something like that exists in this world.
But... what happens if you drink all night with a woman like that?
With no other choice, Shin Na-young fired off a text to her "childhood friend." Then she unleashed her obsession.
No reply. In an era where unfollowing on Insta could spark a diss battle among rappers, ten minutes of ghosting on KakaoTalk between fuckbuddies meant it was time to cut ties.
Shin Na-young gritted her teeth and texted again.
One missed call. But even dialing frantically, Im Seong-u wouldn't pick up.
Her chest felt like it was going to explode. She texted again.
Two missed calls.
Three missed calls.
Shin Na-young wasn't stupid. She knew it. Im Seong-u, that bastard, was doing exactly that with Han Yu-ra.
Whoa... And then she imagined it. What rough play were they up to? Collar play? Spanking? Was she moaning something like, "Ahhn... Master, ngh... there, hit me harder..." while getting pounded from behind like a bitch in heat?
Thinking she might as well masturbate, Shin Na-young yanked down her panties. Her cute, tightly puckered pussy came into view. Her well-trained abs tingled with arousal.
You fucking slut...
Curled up like a shrimp on the bed, she shoved one arm between her soft thighs, thrusting deeper, deeper.
She needed booze tonight. Jerk off with a soju bottle? Nah, bad for her health—scratch that.
Ngh... ahhn... But the sudden masturbation made her inner walls ache a bit, her hole feeling tight and unyielding. Shin Na-young bit her lower lip.
I'll... I'll cheat too.
Of course, she was too chicken to actually cheat. Hands stuffed in her hoodie pockets, she shuffled toward the adult shop. Her heart pounded.
Oh...
A couple was inside the adult store.
"Babe, what if we try this?"
"You're crazy?"
Giggling over flirty lines like that.
"This one's bigger than mine...?"
"No way you could fit that."
Even sweet, considerate banter. Were Im Seong-u and Han Yu-ra pulling the same shit right now? The thought made Shin Na-young ready to snap.
She hemmed and hawed, lighting a cigarette in front of the shop to kill time. White smoke billowed out with a whoosh.
Fuck...
That couple showed no sign of leaving—like they were scouting for a chain store or something. It was getting embarrassing.
I even came out without a mask today.
What if someone recognized her? A neighbor who knew Shin Na-young?
The whole world will know... that I'm a slut who buys sex toys.
The thought made her shrink back. Stupid paranoia, but her only prior adult toy purchase had been at a 3 a.m. unmanned shop. She was scared. Cheaters cheat, and buyers buy.
Sh... should I order online?
Even that was a no-go. She'd seen the pics—real dolls wrapped like crime scene evidence in packing tape, packages shaped exactly like dicks. Sadistic packaging designed to socially assassinate the recipient. In this sketchy neighborhood with bad security, what if that shit got left at her single woman's door?
Haa...
Shin Na-young's sighs deepened. Lips bitten tight, she trudged back home.
Public restroom. Inside this cold, sleazy spot where no one should ever do this.
Han Yu-ra's tawny eyes looked darker than usual today. Her face betrayed emotions she couldn't hide: lust, love, pleading, sticky jealousy. And beneath the emotional turmoil lay the physical.
Sweat beading in her deep collarbone. G-cup tits vulgarly squeezed by white pasties. The sharp dip of her navel below slightly protruding ribs.
Fuck...
It wasn't a harshly maintained body. Her wide hips and thick thighs invited snide comments like, "Ooh, sis, those pants don't fit great~" But with legs that long, and from a male gaze stoking raw desire, her body was perfect.
Thighs slick with obscene juices. An ass so plump you couldn't grip it fully with both hands, begging to be slapped. Tits that jiggled sluttily with every thrust, spilling pathetic moans. It screamed optimized broodmare for forced breeding.
Way hotter than some skinny bitch. I regretted it too late.
Haa... shoulda brought a condom.
No rubber. Real men didn't use 'em.
Or rather, no time...
Anyway, she knelt on my thighs, dancing lewdly beside the spear that would impale her.
"J-just... haa... the tip, please."
She shifted her panties aside, lowering her dripping honey-pot expectantly. Already cum once, the friction of her tight hole against my glans was hypersensitive.
"Haa... ngh... Master...♡"
A bit pissy, I teased.
"Just hovering over my dick and you're calling me Master already, huh?"
"Haa... sorry... I'm such a slut... I-I must've taken the wrong pills... ngh... if you cum inside today..."
Embarrassed, Yu-ra buried her face in my shoulder. My post-nut dick throbbed uncontrollably.
"I-I'll..."
"..."
"...get pregnant..."
That drove me insane. Han Yu-ra's eyes, half anxious, half expectant. Lashes fluttering above. On the verge of her period, begging to be knocked up while staring at me.
How the fuck do you hold back from that...?
Yu-ra swept sweaty side-hair back, flashing a crimson smile.
"Master..."
A twinge of pregnancy worry, yet she said it.
"So... haa... you have to pull out properly, okay...?"
That snapped me. I shoved her white panties aside, grabbing her ass with both hands.
"W-wait..."
I rammed the precum-slick tip in deep.
"Haahn...!"
In the empty cold restroom, her body trembled against mine. Straddling me face-to-face, knees digging painfully into my thighs, she finally sheathed the tip in her precious hole.
"Heuk... haa..."
Yu-ra panted raggedly. So fucking lewd.
Damn...
A G-cup goddess in just white lingerie, impaled on my dick, rocking in my arms. Panties not fully off added maddening allure. White fabric yanked aside, struggling to swallow my glans. Her warm pussy clenched and spasmed, sliding up and down.
Each stroke dragged pussy juice dripping to my balls.
"Nooo..."
Hating doing this in a public toilet? She stared into my eyes saying it. Brows twisted in lust and shame. Lips bitten, drool threatening.
I gripped her ass tight.
"Who said to stop...?"
"...Ngh."
Her face crumpled again.
"Sorry, ahn, sorry...!"
Face-to-face. Her sweaty tits and tormented expression right up close. Awkward position for her to move—cramped stall, shins on my thighs.
But I slapped her ass, urging.
"Faster."
Palm print blooming red.
She winced like tears might spill, clinging tight. Gripping my shirt hem—so damn cute.
"Ah... M-Master... it hurts...!"
Panting, she moved her ass.
Squelch, splurt. Squelch...
Fertile Han Yu-ra's pussy hammered down from above. Hips lifted to drag my cock out long and slow, then—
"Ngh...!"
Balls slapping her crack.
Glans kissing her womb—she twitched visibly. Like masturbation. Lewd as fuck. A lingerie-clad slut riding cock, fat pussy gripping and releasing, slamming down with her own ass.
But unlike solo play—
"Han Yu-ra. Stopping again?"
"Ahk... hngk... sorry, sorry...♡ ngh... hkk..."
I wouldn't let her slack. She couldn't control herself. Had to shake her hips on command, kissing her womb to my tip herself.
Squelch, splurt, squelch...
"H-haa... ahhn,"
Her body quivered, thin white fingers clawing my back, wrinkling my shirt.
"You cum already? Didn't, right?"
"Haa... a little... I did... Master..."
"No cumming first."
I stroked her cute cheek softly. Fake-slap gesture—she trembled in maso fear.
"Haa... sorry...!"
"...Turn around."
"Y-yes...♡"
Getting it, she pulled off, standing. A lewd string of clear fluid trailed from her flushed pussy.
Switching in the tight stall was hell. Anyway, she braced arms on the toilet tank, ass up, legs spread.
"L-like this...?"