The Stray Cat (3)
Plap. Squish—.
The wet, obscene sound of saliva and slick arousal mixing together echoed through the room as my fingers stirred deep inside her soaked folds.
"Haaang…! Ah, a-ah, ngh…!"
I gripped Seola's trembling shoulder with one hand as her hips twisted in pleasure, then gently bit down on her flushed earlobe and whispered in a low voice.
"Since you're already wearing the cat costume… let's try doing it in a real cat position."
At my suggestive murmur, Seola didn't even have the strength to resist. She let out a languid "Haaah…" and obediently rolled over.
She planted her knees and both hands on the bed, arching into a prone position. Her narrow waist and the plump curve of her hips beneath it drew a fatally seductive line under the soft lighting.
'…The angle is insane.'
I had been about to capture the most stimulating shot possible for the camera when I suddenly froze and glanced around the room.
'Wait. We don't have any condoms??'
Now that I thought about it, we never had any reason to keep them around (we'd never planned on filming anything like this), so there was no way one would just be lying around in the corner of the room.
But the mood between us had already boiled over too far to stop now, get dressed, and run all the way to the convenience store.
"……"
Screw it. I pressed myself close behind the prone Seola and gently nestled my painfully erect tip against her already glistening, dripping entrance.
Then I began slowly rubbing it up and down between her parted folds.
Slick—.
The sensation of her hot, velvety inner walls parting around my tip before clinging to it again.
Every time her arousal-soaked folds wrapped tightly around my glans and slid along it, my lower abdomen twitched with sharp pleasure even though I hadn't entered her yet.
I deliberately held back as her slightly spread entrance seemed to suck at me, teasing only the rim of her opening and tormenting her.
"Ahh! Ah, haang…! Hngh!"
Even though I was only rubbing the outside, Seola's waist trembled violently as she let out heated cries.
It seemed the heavy friction sliding across her already hypersensitive walls from just one round of fingering was sending equally intense shocks racing up her spine. Our ragged breathing filled the entire room.
'Yeah… whatever. As long as I pull out at the very last second, it'll be fine.'
I coolly finished my ridiculous rationalization. At this point, stopping was beyond me too.
"Seola. Relax."
I gripped her slim, smooth waist firmly with both hands. Then I slowly parted her drenched folds and pushed my hips forward with excruciating slowness toward her warm, tight depths.
"Aaahng…! Haang, ngh…!"
With a suppressed but heated moan, I was finally sucked all the way to the root.
Her narrow passage squeezed my swollen shaft from every direction as the tip slid deep and nudged softly against her closed innermost wall.
"Hik…!"
Seola's back arched sharply, and her inner walls clamped down in surprise.
The inside was so hot and slippery it made my mind go blank. And on top of that, this was right after I'd already finished once in her mouth.
Her boiling hot flesh gripped my over-sensitized length—already pushed to its limit after one release—with no gaps, stroking it relentlessly.
The stimulation felt like it would melt my spine. I clenched my teeth.
Gripping her sweat-beaded hips, I fought back the urge to explode and slowly began rocking my hips back and forth.
Slap, squelch, smack—!
"Haang! Ah, ahh! Wait, it's too deep…!"
The sound of flesh slapping together rang through the quiet room. Seola, bent over with her back arched, twitched and convulsed in time with my movements, letting out thick, rich moans.
But I wasn't the only one losing my mind right now.
'…The stimulation is way too strong.'
While I wrestled with the rising urge to cum and kept moving my hips, something suddenly flashed through my mind.
Without stopping my steady thrusting, I reached out with my free hand toward the spot just above where we were joined… and began gently pressing my fingertip against her other tightly closed, secret entrance and its delicate wrinkles.
"Ahng! Ah, yah, w-why are you touching there…!"
The unfamiliar sensation made Seola flinch, her hips jerking.
I ignored her sharp protest, leaned over, and let a long string of saliva drip from my mouth.
Drrrrrrrip—.
Thick saliva fell in sticky strands onto her closed entrance.
I pressed my finger against the now glistening spot and slowly pushed inside.
Squish, schlick—.
"Uhah?? What the hell are you doing, you bastard!!!"
Startled by the completely unexpected feeling, Seola whipped her head around from her prone position and shouted.
"J-just wait."
Using my saliva as lubricant, I gently worked her entrance open with my fingertip. At first it was so tight that even one knuckle felt impossible.
Her narrow hole clenched hard, trying to push the intruder out, but as I coaxed it in slow circles—
"Hiiik!!!!"
The tightly closed entrance twitched like puckered lips, then gradually relaxed and swallowed my entire finger with a tight squeeze.
When I wiggled it gently and then pulled it out, the small, saliva-slicked hole twitched and fluttered open and closed, as if disappointed at the loss and craving something more.
'…Oh?'
As I stared intently at the movement, my eyes caught the black tail dangling carelessly over her ass.
The heavy teardrop-shaped weight at the end of the tail and the small, twitching entrance before me suddenly connected in my mind with a sharp click.
'…This fits perfectly, doesn't it?'
I quickly reached out and grabbed the heavy "cat tail" I'd casually tossed onto the desk before we started filming.
The teardrop-shaped silver weight gleamed coldly under the light. I popped the metal part into my mouth for a moment to coat it thoroughly with saliva, then pulled it out.
Slurp—.
"Hey. If you don't want to get hurt, you need to relax."
"No no no!!! Why would I relax! Whatever you're thinking, no way!! You crazy bastard, don't you dare do that!!"
Seola, realizing what I was holding, turned pale and screamed desperately, but as the producer, I couldn't back down now.
'…No, honestly, I want to try it too. How could I hold back?'
I held her pelvis firmly in place with one hand, aligned the now slippery metal tip precisely with her narrow, sensitive entrance, and pressed in slowly but firmly.
Nnnngh, nnnnngh—.
"Hiiyaht…!!!"
As I applied pressure, her flushed, tightly closed wrinkles stretched taut and opened round.
The moment the cold metal pushed into her narrow, burning heat, Seola's toes curled tightly from the foreign sensation she'd never experienced before.
Sluuuuurp—.
The rounded teardrop head slowly sank in, pushing her inner walls outward in every direction.
The instant the thickest part of the base finally forced its way past her entrance and settled inside—
Grip—.
"Haaa…!!"
Seola straightened her back and let out a scream that was nearly a wail.
At the same time, the passage I was buried in clamped down even tighter. With only a thin wall of flesh between them, the plug pressed heavily against her insides, making her already narrow channel squeeze even more viciously.
"Khh…!"
The sensation of her back passage being filled and tightening the front at the same time made an involuntary groan slip from my lips.
Once the base was fully seated and I let go, Seola—overwhelmed by the unfamiliar fullness—breathed hard with tears glistening in her eyes.
"Whew… it's all the way in."
I wiped the sweat from my forehead, then used one hand to gently spread her pale ass cheeks and take a look.
Her flushed entrance was biting down hard around the thickest part of the round metal weight, puckering neatly at its narrow neck.
The silver surface was sealed with zero gaps, and beneath it, the black tail swayed and swished with every breath she took.
"Wow, fuck… This is seriously obscene."
An involuntary deep sigh of admiration escaped me. Anyone who saw this would agree—a perfect female cat had been completed.
I cleared my throat with a small cough and declared proudly.
"Perfect cat, setup complete."
"Y-you… you!! Ahng! You perverted bastard!!!"
Seola trembled and shook from the strange fullness in her rear, hurling every curse she could think of.
But I took her sharp swearing as background music and resumed slamming my hips forward with renewed intensity.
Squelch, thrust, smack—!
"Haang! Ah, ahh! You crazy pervert! Hentai bastard…!"
The silver weight was lodged deep and unmoving above, while below, I plunged in and out to the root.
Without slowing my piston-like thrusts, I reached out and gently grabbed the end of the black tail that was swaying against her ass.
Then I slowly twisted it in circles so the plug inside would press and rub firmly against her inner walls.
Schlick. Swirl—.
"Ahh!!!! Haang! Aaaahng…!!"
The foreign sensation and friction inside her were on a completely different level from when it was just sitting still.
Seola arched her back like a bow and let out the most mind-shattering moan she'd made all night. The dual stimulation pounding her from both sides melted what remained of her sanity.
I played with the tail in my hand, teasing her mischievously.
"Who's the pervert? Just a little twist of the tail and you're already moaning like that?"
"Hic, ahh! I-I'm not…! Haang, I'm not a pervert…!"
"What do you mean you're not! You were the one who brought this slutty outfit!!"
"Nooo!!! I… uwaang!"
Even as she sobbed about how unfair it was, her body responded with complete honesty to my touch and the movement of my hips.
Squelch, thrust, slap!
"Ah, haang…! Hah, I'm going crazy, ahh!"
I kept pounding into her as she drenched the sheets with sweat, tears, and moans.
Just as her insides clenched madly at their limit and my own climax surged right to the edge, ready to burst—
I suddenly stopped.
I halted my furious thrusting as if hitting a pause button and froze deep inside her.
"…? W-what are you doing??"
The sudden stillness. The pleasure that had been building to its peak was cut off abruptly, and Seola, panting desperately, asked in a bewildered voice.
Instead of answering, I leaned my upper body down sharply. I draped myself over her back as she stayed in the doggy position, our sweat-slicked skin sticking together.
I nibbled slowly at the defenseless white nape of her neck.
"Ah…! Hey, you…!"
The stimulation on the back of her neck made her insides flutter wildly and squeeze me without mercy.
"Hey… you suddenly… ah, it hurts!! Don't bite!"
At her whining, I released her neck with my teeth and let out a low chuckle.
Then I slid the hand that had been stroking her side down past her hip and slipped it like a snake between her spread legs.
"Hik?! What are you doing there again…!"
The moment my fingertips touched her slippery fluids, Seola tried to clamp her knees together in surprise.
Slip—!
"Uwah!!"
The knee she'd been using for support slid helplessly across the sheets.
Her upper body collapsed onto the bed, leaving only her hips raised high in the air. The silver plug buried in her rear pointed straight at the ceiling, and the moment her lower entrance was left completely exposed—
I didn't miss the chance. I grabbed her raised hips with both hands and slammed into her from above like a piston.
Thrust—!
"O-ohh!! Ah, w-wait…!"
Slam—!
"Ogh! Hngyut!!"
With the new angle driving even deeper, the sounds coming from Seola's mouth were no longer coherent words.
They weren't her usual sharp moans. With her cheek pressed into the sheets, they were shapeless screams dragged up from the bottom of her lungs every time I drove into her.
Thrust! Smack! Squelch! Slap!
"Ogh! Ohhgh! Hngyu, ughkung!!"
The metal weight shook deep inside her from above while I plunged to the root from below.
Pressed from both sides at once, she clutched the sheets, drooled, and completely fell apart.
"M-Minjun… hngyut! N-no, nooo! I-I'm gonna lose it…!"
"You can lose it."
I growled low against her back as she frantically shook her head against the overwhelming pleasure.
Swallowing her sweet pleas, I relentlessly stirred her boiling depths.
Thrust! Squelch! Smack! Plunge!
"Ogh! O-ohgh! Hngkuuuung!!"
After pounding into her mindlessly for a while, I slowed the tempo of my thrusts while still holding her raised hips.
As the pace decreased, the lingering pleasure dragged even more intensely through her insides.
And that's when it started.
Schlurp, schluuuurp—.
Her inner walls began to suck on me with every slow movement, as if unwilling to let me go.
When I pulled out, her dense wrinkles clung tightly to my shaft and followed all the way to the tip. When I pushed back in, her deepest part gripped the head firmly and refused to let go.
On top of that, the plug in her rear pressed heavily against her insides through the thin wall of flesh, making her already narrow passage squeeze like crazy and milk me completely.
"Khh…! Hey, Baek Seola, you…."
The pressure clamping down on me surpassed my limit. I couldn't hold back anymore.
Sensing the approaching climax, I yanked Seola's shoulders back hard.
Her sweat-soaked, slender back pressed flush against my chest, and she ended up fully embraced in my arms.
I pulled her up until she was practically sitting on my lap, wrapped both arms tightly around her waist, and thrust up into her deepest spot with ferocious force.
Slam—!!
"Khh…!!"
At that final thrust, the moment I pressed against her deepest point, her insides convulsed wildly and squeezed me to the very end.
Spurt, spuuurt—!!
"O-ohhgh…!!!"
The sensation of hot release pouring out without restraint made Seola tremble violently in my arms as she reached a blinding white climax.
Even as I poured thickly into her deepest parts for a long while, her inner walls kept twitching nonstop, as if trying to wring out every last drop.
"Haa… haa…"
I caught my rough breath and gently turned the head of the girl slumped against my chest.
Cupping her flushed cheek, I kissed her deeply, while my free hand slowly kneaded her full breasts.
Sluuurp, smooch…
"Hng… ngh."
When I moved my hips slowly inside her still-sensitive depths, Seola obediently tangled her tongue with mine and let out languid sounds.
"Haa… uhehe…"
Her brain must have melted. She drooled from the corner of her mouth, making stupid noises as she went completely limp.
I steadied my breathing and carefully laid her exhausted upper body back down on the bed.
After the storm-like sex ended, Seola lay face-down on the bed, chest heaving as she panted hotly.
"Haa, haa… uwaang… haa…"
'…Wait. I just came completely inside her, didn't I?'
Reality hit me late. I'd been going on about not having condoms, but in the end I hadn't pulled out.
But the actual victim of the accident, Baek Seola, was still lost in the afterglow, breathing hard with unfocused eyes.
'…Well, I'll worry about it together with her once she comes back to her senses.'
I slowly pulled out and grabbed the end of the tail plug still buried inside her.
Schlick, pop—.
"Ahh…! Hnguuu…"
As the heavy object left her, Seola twisted her hips with a pained moan.
I casually spread her pale ass cheeks with both hands to take a look, then involuntarily swallowed hard.
"…Gulp."
My throat moved on its own.
The rear entrance that had been neatly biting down on the silver weight was still flushed and slightly gaping, unable to close fully after its first experience.
The round head had left a spot that kept twitching open and closed slowly, as if regretful, and watching it made my Adam's apple bob.
And right below that.
The hot load I'd poured into her was slowly, thickly oozing out from between her thoroughly filled folds.
Thick, white fluid slid stickily down her pink flesh and dripped all the way down the inside of her thighs.
The raw, obscene sight of her rear hole twitching above and my cum leaking out below. I reached out as if in a trance.
'Ah… it feels like a waste to let it leak out like that.'
I scooped up the white fluid that had spilled out with my fingers and firmly pushed it back into her wet entrance.
Squish—.
"Haaang! Ah, hey…! What are you…!"
Ignoring her pitiful moans, I smeared the sticky remnants left on my fingers onto my once-again rigid shaft like lubricant. Then, without stopping, I adjusted my aim slightly upward.
The flushed, loosened rear entrance that had just been neatly holding the silver plug.
'…The plug went in. So this should go in too, right?'
The dangerous thought flashed through my mind, and I could no longer hold back.
I aligned my swollen tip with the narrow opening and pressed my hips down firmly.
"Kyahhh!!! Are you crazy?! Not there, hik!"
"Just stay still… it's almost all the way in…"
Right as the tip was about to spread her sensitive wrinkles and push inside—
Whoosh—.
As if her survival instincts had kicked in, the prone Seola twisted her body and rolled violently to the side.
In an instant she was lying on her back, knees pulled all the way to her chest. Then she shot her legs out like springs and slammed her foot directly into my solar plexus.
Thud—!!
"Urk—!!"
With the breath knocked clean out of me, I clutched my stomach like a frog and tumbled off the bed.
"Ughhh… kek, cough…"
Seola sprang up from the bed, hastily pulling her disheveled costume back into place. With tears streaming down her face, she roared like a lion.
"Die!!!! You horny perverted bastard!!!!"
Crash, bang—!
Without even bothering to put on proper clothes, she stomped loudly, flung the door open violently, and ran out.
Slam—!!
The door slammed shut with enough force to break it, leaving the room empty. I curled up like a shrimp on the cold floor, gasping for air.
"Huk, huk…"
My solar plexus felt like it had been split in two, and every ounce of strength had left my body.
But…
'…Well, it wasn't bad.'
The sight of the red blinking light on the camera and the warmth of the girl who had been moaning in my arms just moments ago made the corner of my mouth twitch upward.
I slowly rubbed my throbbing stomach, then sprawled out on the cold floor and drifted off to sleep.
…And just how stupid that decision had been, I only realized the next morning.
"Cough! Cough cough…! Uuuu…"
The next morning. The small one-room apartment was filled only with the sound of my weak, miserable coughing.
"Seriously, I can't believe you. Open your mouth."
The seductive cat costume from last night was nowhere to be seen. Seola, now wearing my oversized hoodie, sat on the edge of the bed and blew on a spoonful of porridge.
She shoved the steaming hot porridge into my mouth and fired off a barrage of scolding.
"Who in their right mind sleeps naked, curled up on the cold bare floor in the middle of this chilly autumn weather when the heater isn't even on?!"
"Cough… but that was because you…"
"That was that!"
The moment I tried to defend myself, Seola cut me off firmly.
"Still, you should've crawled back onto the bed somehow! Do you ever use your brain?! Honestly, you idiot. Here, say 'ah'."
Even while grumbling, she carefully cooled the porridge and fed me another spoonful.
The warm, savory porridge slid down my throat, and my body—which had been shivering all night—felt like it was finally thawing a little.
It suddenly felt like déjà vu from a few days ago. Even on the day I'd come home beaten up from the alley, this girl had cursed at me while spoon-feeding me like this.
The sticky, thick atmosphere from last night felt like a distant dream. The sight of me—a pathetic guy buried under blankets with a cold—and Seola clicking her tongue while feeding me porridge was the very picture of peaceful, ridiculous everyday life.
After the chaotic, stormy second filming session, the next morning dawned noisily with a bowl of warm porridge and a side of nagging.