Next-Door Divorcée (5)
Her aura had shifted to something close to red. Was that what they called crimson red? Anyway, Seung-ah's excitement seemed to have hit its limit. Same for me. What started as enjoyable sucking had turned into desperate endurance sucking, and now it was getting impossible to hold back the urge to cum.
[Min-ho's dick is twitching. Because I'm sucking it, he's this excited. Hah, it feels so weird...]
Now it was time to time the release. Just a few more seconds before the limit.
If she were a worn-out slut like Ah-young, I'd cum in her mouth or on her face. But Seung-ah had been a normal housewife until recently.
Mouth or face shots are still too much for her.
For a regular person, that was... well, pretty damn advanced. I could just pull out quick and spill on the floor—no problem.
"Urgh, Seung-ah... I can't hold it anymore..."
I gently pushed her away—she was still eagerly sucking away—and signaled my intent to cum.
But instead of backing off, Seung-ah leaned in closer, mouth wide open. She stuck out her tongue long, aiming perfectly.
—Spurt!Splurt, spluuurt—
Spurt, spuuurt, spurt spurt.
The sticky reaction flipped my switch. I unleashed every bit of what I'd been holding back straight into her mouth.
With a dazed look in her eyes, Seung-ah caught every last drop without spilling a thing. A loud gulp echoed as all that cum slid down her throat.
She swallowed it all.
"Haa... so tasty."
Must be the aphrodisiac's effect. Ah-young reacted the same way.
But how the hell did she know about mouth shots? Her ex-husband's doing?
"How'd you know to take it in your mouth? You done it before?"
"No. It's just... yesterday while cleaning, I found that comic book you had. The one with Min-ho on it..."
Ughhh! She must've seen the hentai I'd bought for when I got tired of porn.
So basically, I taught her.
"They even had that line, 'It feels so good, it's gonna become a habit,' but I was too embarrassed to say it."
"Don't copy crap like that. It's plenty satisfying as is."
"So... you're satisfied?"
"Yeah. More than enough."
[Min-ho's satisfied. I'm so happy... I did it right.]
A flower of a smile bloomed on her face. No trace of that dead-fish expression anymore.
Was it the Expression Con doing its job? Or had her favorability toward me risen enough to override that flaw?
Either way, it was a positive sign. No disgust showing, at least.
Her face now asked what came next.
We could've headed straight to bed—the mood was perfect—but blowing too much on the first day would make the next ten days boring. Plus, I needed prep for conquering her sister. So today, this was it.
She looked a bit disappointed as I held back, but she didn't complain.
[I shouldn't get greedy. Min-ho needs to be satisfied.]
Still such a dutiful woman.
She got dressed to head home, so I asked what had been bugging me.
"Why go this far? You're already divorced. And it wasn't amicable—why care what happens to him now?"
She stared at me quietly, then spoke.
"It's not just for him."
"Huh?"
"It's not only for him."
With an expression that said she couldn't say more, she left.
Not just for her husband? Then who the hell was it for?
To push things forward, I decided to ask Woo-jin for help.
'Yo, hyung. You out of the hospital?'
I'd told Woo-jin I got drunk and tumbled down some stairs. Saying I was filming a trashy drama would've just annoyed him.
'Weren't you in a cast? Not uncomfortable? Want me to send someone? A girl who can handle night work. I'll just watch.'
Had he gotten a motor installed in his mouth or something after a few days apart? That damn sexual fetish was still rock solid.
"The guy who said he can't get hard with strangers is talking what now?"
'You're fine, hyung. With you, even a stranger gets me excited. Someone like Yu-jin adds that forbidden thrill, but where am I gonna find another like her.'
Basically, you'd settle for just me. What a bizarre kink.
'That's why call me when you're with a girl. Or should I hook you up?'
"Nah, I'll call you soon. Just one favor first."
'Whoa! Something's up. Of course I'll help with that. Spill.'
I told Woo-jin what I needed and hung up.
Annoying bourgeois prick, but convenient when it counted.
That night—
She'd said the neighbor thing was fine, but Seung-ah insisted on staying here.
"What if something happens at night? Even next door, it'd be hard to call out."
No budging her, so I gave up the small room.
Didn't seem like trouble would brew, and if it made her comfortable, fine.
Three days of lounging and feasting hadn't tired me out, but I needed to sleep soon. She'd been peeking at my state, pretending to pass by.
Looked like she wouldn't sleep till I did.
I drifted off eventually, but woke midway. Bladder was about to burst.
Everything quiet. Seung-ah must be asleep too.
I crept toward the bathroom, but a weird noise leaked from the small room.
"Hngh... hnng, hnnnghh, ngh, ngh."
What the...?
Ear to the door crack, and it got clearer.
"Hoot, hoo-wook... nooo. Hah... Mi, Min-ho... there, more... haaang."
Seung-ah's moans.
Her fingers were working overtime under the covers, making them buck.
Moist lips spat my name amid hot breaths.
An insanely lewd scene.
"Hah, haang... just, a little more... haa-ngh."
Toes peeking from the covers clenched and flexed repeatedly. Such suckable pretty feet. Starting tomorrow, time for some foot play.
Shoulders heaving as she chased climax. Worried her growing moans would carry, she bit the pillow corner.
Didn't she know the muffled leaks were even hotter?
"Ha-wook, hoo... hik. Min-ho, Min-hooo... quick, inside... hrgh."
No clue what I was doing in her head, but from the urging, it wasn't satisfying.
Made sense—slender fingers couldn't replace my dick.
Just wait a bit. I'll love you properly.
I gripped my raging hard-on and headed to the bathroom. Bladder was seconds from exploding.
"Baby... imitation?"
I told Seung-ah I wanted baby play, and she stared like she'd spotted a polar bear in the Sahara.
Made no sense, right? There are people who get off on baby roleplay. Called autonepiophilia, classified as a pretty risky fetish.
A grown adult in diapers going "goo goo" would freak anyone out.
But that wasn't my aim.
"Don't think weird. Not acting like a real baby."
"Then...?"
"I didn't grow on mom's milk. So whenever I see tits that scream 'breast milk,' I wanna suck 'em. Like yours, Seung-ah."
Wanna slurp those pretty jugs like they're full of it.
"But I don't lactate."
"That's why imitation. A guy who's never tasted mom's milk and a woman who's never nursed—perfect combo, right? Both first-timers, so let's try."
Ever since the status window appeared, my smooth talk had leveled up.
Look at that convinced face.
[Never knew he craved mom's milk. Seeing my tits like that... poor guy. Should I let him suck?]
A dash of pity mixed with maternal instinct. Still an easy woman.
"I just suck, right?"
"Might as well help with the jerking too."
"How do both at once?"
Easy. Saw it in hentai.
Lie in knee-pillow position, lift upper body—face meets her tits. Suck nipples like a baby while she cradles my head with left hand, jerks me with right. Boom: breastfeeding handjob play.
Always wanted to try, and now national-treasure tits dangled right there.
Can't miss this golden chance.
[How does Min-ho know this stuff? Such a fun guy.]
Scoring points off this proved her favorability was high.
Blushing, she unhooked her bra. Those jugs defied gravity, asserting their presence. Firm like fresh dough—kneading them would feel divine.
[Haa... Min-ho's staring right through my tits. His gaze dominating me... feels so weird.]
So that's submissive tendencies. Seung-ah was subconsciously seeking someone to dominate her.
Not reject like her ex, but cherish and wrap her up—then grip hard at the crucial moment. A proper male.
Areolas framed her nipples like coral reefs in the sea. No milk, but sucking would taste like sweet sterilized cream. The pale hue was easy on the eyes. Pure temptation to devour.
"Art. Wonder which sculptor carved 'em so perfectly."
"Saying that to an ajumma again..."
But she smiled. Nobody hates compliments. Especially on face or body—they land on anyone.
[Min-ho's so good with pretty words. Feels... great.]
When did my silver tongue get this good? Status window's blessing?
All thanks to my blackening.