I'm Getting Myself Wet for Your Cum

Then the bedroom door slammed open, and Su-jeong collapsed.

Sitting there, her hand still shoved up under her skirt…

"What the fuck."

The look of pure panic on Su-jeong's face made me panic too.

"Su-jeong. You…"

"Fuck. The soundproofing in this place is absolute shit. I could hear everything from inside."

"Su-jeong. Were you masturbating? Hahahaha."

"Shut the fuck up, you piece of shit."

"Hahahahahahahahahahaha. Su-jeong. Hahahaha."

"You keep laughing and I'll rip your dick off."

"Haha. Okay, I won't laugh. Hahahahahahahahaha."

"Su-jeong. Finish what you started. Hahahaha."

"Fuck."

To my shock, Su-jeong's hand slid right back under her skirt.

"I'm getting myself wet in advance to take your cum."

"Haha. Okay, got it."

"Your dick's so fucking huge it hurts if you just shove it in."

"I said I got it. Hahahaha."

"Fuck."

Su-jeong hiked up her skirt.

Just as expected — no panties.

Her dark pubic hair was already soaked through with her own wetness.

Her fingers rubbed over her pussy.

Her eyes stayed locked on us.

I started moving my cock slowly again inside So-eun.

"Ah… hhk."

The moan came from Su-jeong.

She was pushing her fingers into her own pussy.

Wet, squelching sounds filled the living room.

The moment So-eun's eyes met Su-jeong's, she clung tighter around my neck.

"Unnie… Unnie keeps watching…"

Foul-mouthed Su-jeong was finger-fucking herself alone.

I pulled my cock out of So-eun.

"Haa."

A sound escaped So-eun's lips.

"Why… are you about to cum?"

Su-jeong looked at me.

"No. I want to feel like I'm about to cum with you first."

I went to her.

It wasn't consideration. It wasn't kindness.

I was just turned on because of Su-jeong.

"Why? She's pretty, isn't she."

"I think I'm addicted to you."

"You fucking idiot."

Su-jeong came into my arms.

Her face buried against my chest.

The hand inside her pussy stopped.

I cupped the back of her head with my hand.

I don't know how long it was.

Su-jeong pulled away first.

Her eyes were a ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠little red.

"Fuck. What are you looking at."

"You're beautiful."

Su-jeong lifted her skirt.

"Do it. Hurry."

"Taeo… before you do it with Unnie…"

"I… learned something in relationship carer class… something that helps with pregnancy…"

So-eun trailed off at the end.

"Huh?"

Helps with pregnancy? Absolutely doing it.

"Unnie, is it okay if I do it?"

"Do it. Whatever it is."

"Taeo. Lie face down."

So-eun's face went red.

"Lie face down?"

"Yeah."

I lay face down on the sofa.

"Lift your hips. Spread your legs."

"Huh? Why?"

"You idiot. Just do what you're told."

There was no refusing that look in Su-jeong's eyes.

This…

This position…

I did as I was told — face down, legs spread.

"Hips up."

"Huh? Is this doggy style? You don't have a dick. And I don't have a hole for you to put anything in?"

"Heh. You've got a hole."

So-eun laughed.

I lifted my hips.

What is this?

"I learned this too… If you drain the fluid built up in the prostate duct, the blood circulation into the penis improves."

"Huh? Prostate?"

"Blood flow gets better, and so does ejaculation strength and erectile function."

"I'm… already maxed out on erections, though?"

"What are you talking about, you idiot. You can barely even get it up."

Su-jeong snapped at me.

"Hey. That's because I do it three or four times a day…"

I felt wronged.

So-eun pulled medical gel out of her bag.

"That… why?"

"Don't cry."

Huk…

Don't cry…?

What are you about to do?

So-eun coated her hand with gel, then pressed a finger against my anus.

"Wh… what are you doing?"

Her finger began rubbing the sensitive spot between my anus and my balls with steady, even pressure.

"Hh…"

Fuck.

This is my favorite.

"Now… internal stimulation."

So-eun put more gel on her hand, then carefully set her fingertip against my anus.

"Wait, this… what is this?"

"Don't worry."

So-eun smiled.

Squelch—

That wet sensation slowly pushed its way in.

"Huk…!"

So-eun's finger gently pressed into my asshole.

"Hey. I… I feel like I'm gonna take a shit."

I wanted to cry.

If I shit myself here, I might as well kill myself.

"Everyone feels that. When the anus opens, the brain mistakes it for taking a dump."

"But nothing actually comes out, so don't worry."

Her finger slowly pushed up inside my anus and pressed hard on one particular spot.

In that instant, my cock jerked and throbbed like it had been struck.

"There it is. The prostate."

So-eun carefully tapped the tip of her finger against it — tap, tap.

Even though the stimulation wasn't direct, the tip of my cock started getting faintly wet.

The expression on that pretty girl's face as she fingered my asshole…

She was just smiling.

It was humiliating.

And it was hot as hell.

"…Ugh… for real… something's rising up…"

A moan slipped out of my mouth.

I buried my face in the pillow.

My body kept twitching, and a strange pleasure was spreading from deep inside my anus.

The stimulation itself was gentle, but the feeling was weirdly intense.

Fuck. What is this.

It's so goddamn strange.

And then—

My eyes rolled back.

"Hnnngh…!"

Clear prostate fluid started flowing from my cock.

It wasn't ejaculation — just a hot, thin liquid sliding out in a slow stream.

My body trembled.

Completely different from the sharp huk of shooting cum —

longer,

stronger pleasure that just kept going and going.

"This is called a P-Orgasm."

I turned my head with a face that looked half-dead.

"This is… function enhancement?"

"Now put it in Unnie's pussy. Make sure she gets pregnant."

I held Su-jeong again.

Maybe it was the prostate orgasm, but my cock felt even harder.

It exploded inside Su-jeong's pussy.

She clung tight to my back and didn't move.

So-eun just watched quietly.

It was warm, and it was quiet.

I could hear Su-jeong's heartbeat.

The office was the same as always.

Except for the part where Kim Do-hun had vanished without a trace.

Five days left now.

I couldn't focus on work at all.

DM notifications stacked up one after another.

My hands went cold.

I hit call on Su-jeong's number.

Beep— beep— beep—

No answer.

I hit it again.

Beep— beep— beep— beep—

"Fuck."

I grabbed my jacket.

My team lead said something, but I didn't hear it.

The elevator was too slow.

I took the stairs at a run.

The second I hit the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠street I threw up my hand.

A taxi stopped.

"Honeymoon Ville. Fast."

I hit call again.

Beep— beep— beep—

Traffic lights slid past the window.

Red light.

"Fuck."

What was Kim Do-hun going to do to Su-jeong.

No — what had he already done.

No—

I was out of time.

No room ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠to weigh anything carefully.

I called Park Mu-jin's secretary.

The call ended short.

Then I sent a DM to True3YearFan as well.

My hands were shaking.

I clenched my fists.

I took the fourth-floor stairs three at a time.

Su-jeong… please…

The door opened.

"Get the fuck out, you piece of shit!"

Su-jeong's scream hit me.

Kim Do-hun was naked.

One hand locked around Su-jeong's wrist, the other yanking her by the waist.

She twisted her whole body against him.

Her heels scraped the floor.

Her back hit the wall — nowhere left to retreat.

"Su-jeong, you missed me too, didn't you. Let's run off to China together."

The second those words drove into my ears,

I was already lunging.

I grabbed that bastard by the back of the neck and tore him off Su-jeong.

The moment Do-hun lost his balance and staggered, my fist drove into his jaw.

Every knuckle lit up with a sharp jolt.

The sound of Do-hun's back catching the edge of the table as he went down hit the whole living room with a dull, heavy thud.

I climbed on top of him.

I was going to kill him.

I seized his collar and raised my fist.

The bridge of his nose. His cheekbone. The feeling of his lip splitting transmitted straight into my palm.

Do-hun threw his hands up to block, but I just hit him through the hands.

Again.

Again.

You missed me too, didn't you — that voice kept ringing in my ears.

My hands were hot.

That bastard's face was turning into a bloody mess.

"Taeo."

Su-jeong's voice. Low and quiet.

I kept swinging.

"Taeo. Stop…"

My hands stopped.

Do-hun was lying on the floor.

Blood was spreading across his entire face.

The shirt with seven marigold badges was crumpled on the floor next to the sofa. He was still completely naked.

I looked at Su-jeong.

There were red marks on her wrist.

I was breathing hard.

I couldn't tear my eyes off the red marks on Su-jeong's wrist.

The places where that bastard's fingers had dug in.

Those marks must have been there three years ago too.

Every day.

Somewhere on her body.

My phone rang.

Park Mu-jin's secretary.

"You're dead when Park Mu-jin gets you."

I showed Kim Do-hun the text.

"If I go to Park Mu-jin I'm actually going to die. Please, spare me."

Kim Do-hun grabbed my pant leg.