My Pussy Still Hurts

"Hah... hah... Oppa... what... what just happened to me...?"

"You... your Briquet Pussy just flooded."

At my words, Da-in lifted her head with dazed eyes and looked down at the floor.

Confirming the enormous amount of fluid she had poured out, her face flushed bright red.

"This... wasn't... me."

Da-in saw the comments and covered her face with both hands.

"Ahh..."

Su-jeong was licking my cock, still slick with squirt, and laughed.

"Wow. What even is this girl's character."

"I'll take the cock juice. I'm getting pregnant."

Then Su-jeong lined up her wet entrance against the tip of my cock and dropped herself down in one go.

"Ah...! Hah...!"

Her head snapped back, her throat pulled taut.

"Nngh... Unnie. I still need more..."

Su-jeong picked up speed, slamming her hips up and down hard. The sound of flesh striking flesh rang out roughly through the living room.

Da-in, still sprawled on the floor gasping for breath, stared blankly at the scene and swallowed hard.

"Taeo..."

Su-jeong buried her face in my chest and thrashed her waist like mad. Her breasts bounced violently in my field of vision, and my cock pounded against the deepest part of her — all the way to the end of her womb.

She leaned down and roughly swallowed my lips.

"Mmph, mmm..."

The wet sounds of mixed saliva tangled with the friction of her hips driving down. Su-jeong yanked the back of my head hard and shoved her tongue deep inside. Her pelvis never stopped squeezing around me.

Even while we kissed, her breath came hot across the bridge ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠of my nose.

"Hah... Taeo... cum in me..."

Su-jeong parted her lips slightly and panted.

Da-in, still on the floor, crawled her way around behind me. Her eyes still wet, she stuck out her tongue and began licking long strokes along the muscles of my back.

"Oppaah... me too..."

She lapped up every bead of sweat running down my spine, then nestled in to nibble at my nape and earlobe.

The pussy that had been clamping down like it meant to chew my cock open suddenly spread its entrance wide and swallowed me whole.

"Ah... Taeo. I... I'm definitely getting pregnant."

Su-jeong locked her arms around my neck and drove her pelvis ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠all the way down. Unable to hold against that pressure, my semen erupted out of me.

A hot stream struck the inside of her womb. The climax didn't stop at one pulse — the violent orgasm made Su-jeong thrash her whole body and cry out.

"Aaaah nngh..."

Every time my cock thrust into her pussy, the clear fluids mixed with my cum and spilled out milky white. Su-jeong locked her legs tight around my waist.

Then Da-in, who had been licking my back, rose up on her knees and shyly pressed her lips to mine.

"Mmph..."

Her small, hot tongue carefully entered my mouth. Just the tip, barely touching. Her hand settled on my chest. The whole time we kissed, Da-in's eyes stayed closed. Her lashes trembled faintly.

The moment our lips parted, she opened her eyes. Wet, dazed eyes.

"Oppa, what did you have for lunch?"

"Just some ramen?"

"Ah..."

"Why?"

"It tastes like the late-night snacks I used to sneak when Mom wasn't looking. On your tongue."

"Haha."

"It's delicious."

"This girl has completely lost it."

Su-jeong snorted a laugh.

"But I'm in big trouble."

"What now."

"I found out what Oppa tastes like."

"Huh?"

"What am I supposed to do now?"

Ah...

Da-in...

She's pretty and cute, but... I'm a little worried. That what I can give her might be too little.

I lay back on the sofa.

"Hey. Briquet Pussy."

"Me?"

"Sit on my face."

"Ahh..."

Da-in approached shyly. She spread her legs and knelt over me.

"Don't get the briquet on me."

"You asshole."

Su-jeong naturally buried her face against my cock, still coated in cum.

Right in front of my eyes, a pink pussy hidden in black hair was breathing softly, rising and falling.

"Ahh..."

It hadn't even touched my tongue yet and she came again. It poured onto my face, into my mouth.

"Hey. What the hell. Holy shit hahaha."

"That... wasn't m— I'm sorry. Nngh."

Da-in ground her pussy against my mouth and poured out endless little moans. Below, Su-jeong was licking the cock juice off my dick and smacking her lips with satisfaction.

Good.

All of it was just good.

Right now, I was S-grade.

I went and made coffee.

The two women were sprawled out, completely spent — one on the sofa, one on the floor.

Da-in picked up her coffee cup.

"Da-in. Why were you so rude to me at first?"

"That... wasn't me."

"Hahaha that's so fucking funny."

"I was scared you'd find out I liked you..."

Da-in chewed on her fingernail. I didn't know what to say.

"We've got... 1.7 million viewers. Da-in, people are going to recognize you outside now."

"Nngh."

"People from the company probably watched too."

"What if someone from work calls me Briquet Pussy?"

"Put your weight on your toes."

Su-jeong said it with a deadly serious face.

"Huh?"

"Then glare at them, and—"

"..."

"Kick them. Crush their balls."

"Hahahahahaha."

"Hahaha."

"Hahahahahahaha."

Su-jeong broke into a huge grin too. A real, full laugh.

"We just got 2.9 million won in points."

At my words, both women's eyes lit up bright.

"Just from today?"

Da-in looked stunned.

A filthy, cozy weekend passed.

Monday at the office.

The moment I clocked in, Da-in sent a message.

And then, a little later, a message buzzed from the department head.

I logged into the security surveillance network system and looked at the monitor.

Access logs.

Delete them and it's done. Who accessed what data, when — the traces vanish.

But.

I wanted to know what Do-hun had been touching.

I opened the access history.

Do-hun's Master Key access records were there. Data he'd viewed, data he'd modified. I scrolled down.

One name snagged my eye.

Lee So-eun?

Has to be a different person with the same name.

Still, I texted So-eun.

013052004.

Ah.

It's So-eun.

My friend Lee So-eun.

I'm a security administrator. I can't view the data. Not without a Master Key...

What is this?

This feels fucking ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠wrong.

There's definitely something here. If everything were normal, there'd be no reason to delete the access logs.

I headed for Kim Do-hun's office.