Three Islands (4): How to Make Delicious Bread?
To make delicious bread, no matter how many recipes there are, you can't skip the dough. You have to mix in all sorts of ingredients and butter bit by bit, kneading it thoroughly three or four times in 10-15 minute intervals. It takes that kind of repeated care. Good sex is the same way. You have to knead every part with devotion to loosen up the body and pump smoothly. And among the spots that need kneading, the absolute best is, of course, the breasts. It's one of the guaranteed erogenous zones, so skipping the warmup there is a crime, and the soft, yielding texture brings pleasure that's beyond words. If there's any guy who doesn't get hard from kneading tits, step forward. Bigger is always better. That's what makes the kneading feel so damn good. Of course, if they sag and spread out, the shape gets ruined and it's a turn-off, but that doesn't apply to Seung-ah at all. Her perfect tits—supremely full, beautifully perky, with otherworldly bounce—were shaking right in front of me, the holy trinity begging for my touch. Staring at this sex-optimized feature, even the pinnacle of girl group visuals looked like an unripe kid. A body built for show just can't beat ripe, luscious flesh. With those thoughts, I kneaded Seung-ah's body more tenderly than ever.
"Haah… Master, why are your hands so rough today? Are you trying to melt me before you even put it in? If it's this good from the start… hngh, it's too hard to hold back."
"Then don't hold back. Let's show Eun-seo just how perfect we fit together."
— Slurp, smack… sluuuurp… lick lick
To show Eun-seo how excited she gets with me, I sucked like my life depended on it. Even a starving newborn wouldn't go this hard. Women's arousal builds slower than men's, so they usually fake moans early on to hype things up—a cheering BGM to get the guy going harder. But another woman knows if it's real or fake. Eun-seo's flushed face this early proved Seung-ah's moans were the real deal.
Haah… Oppa’s amazing. How can he suck so passionately? Would I make a face like Unnie’s if he did that to me? Eek! What am I even thinking…?
She's wavering. Imagining herself in Seung-ah's place means cracks in her lesbian walls—a great sign for me. Keep it up, and I'll win! I wanted to thrust in so bad it hurt, but I held back. Send her once with foreplay, then pass to Eun-seo. I sucked hard on her shoulders and neck, whispering so Eun-seo couldn't hear.
"When it's your turn with Eun-seo, suck her first. Keep telling her it'll feel way better with me. Stimulate her areola and nipples—she'll love it."
Eun-seo was in aphrodisiac mode now. Every sensation amplified. Mine would be best, but Seung-ah's tongue work was no joke either. Hit the erogenous zones from her status window, and it'd be easy to make her cum.
"Y-yes… hngh, I'll do my best…."
Her eyes were glazed, but she caught my words sharp as a knife. Such an obedient, pretty slave.
— Lick lick, smooch… sluuuurp, slurp
I moved the stage to her pussy. Pressing my lips firm on her labia and entrance while tonguing her clit made her thrash like she'd bounce off the mattress. She gripped the sheets, squeezing out guttural moans like she was in labor. Her moans mixed with breaths into deflating instrument wheezes. Eun-seo, who hadn't blinked at Yujin's turn, was breathing ragged now. Her aura had deepened—super aroused.
Haah, haah… Why does this feel so weird? So good… Would I lose it like that if Oppa licked me? Just foreplay is this intense—what if he actually went in…? Haah, Yeo Eun-seo! Snap out of it!
"You can masturbate if you want. You look like you're suffering."
"D-don't butt in unasked!"
Her head whipped around—adorable. She was so wet I could splash with my tongue. Face scrunched like something was building. Perfect timing.
"Don't hold back—just cum. I'll take it all."
"Haah, d-don’t stooop. Eek, Master! Something’s… cooomiiing—aaahhh!"
A squirt hit my face. Female ejaculation at peak arousal—debated if it's urine or not, but up close, it was clear as water, no piss thought. "Haah… haah, sorryyy… Master."
"It's fine. It's your reward, remember?"
Not her first time seeing it, but our intensity must've shocked her. That smug look was gone.
"Mmm, you handle Unnie's body so well."
"Want the same?"
"No thanks!"
Excitement settled, Seung-ah sat up slow. "Unnie, you okay?"
"Only Master can make me cum like that. You can have me anytime."
Crack!
"You saw how I handled Yujin—still saying that?"
"Defense is harder than offense. So confident? Take my attack first."
"Hah, defense is easy. Go ahead—show me that fancy offense."
She bit. Aura near red, judgment clouded. I'd never yield first strike. Seung-ah side-eyed me; I pointed at the nipple. She nodded—smart slave. Technique alone can't self-apply. She'd relied on Yujin till now, explaining why she kept yielding despite knowing she wasn't fully lesbian. We'd all been sucked off, but Seung-ah was pro now. Clumsy at first, but daily dick-sucking post-enslavement made her extract a load in minutes. Her tongue tricks on my glans? Victory assured.
She smothered one of Eun-seo's tits between her massive breasts right off the bat.
Whoa, tit-fucking with tits? Where'd she learn that?
Eun-seo's weakness: areola and nipples. Trapped in soft cleavage and rubbed nonstop, her face crumbled fast.
"Hngh, eek… Unniii. Feels… haah, so weird… how…."
"My size covers it fine. Yours? Tough."
Annoyed to pleasured in seconds. Intense stimulation.
— Slurp, smack… shluuuurp, slurp
Paizuri soul-snatcher, then nipple latch. No-breather speed blitz. My slave's combat power was this high? Rhythmic suction on one, milking squeezes on the other. She'd gotten good from sucking mine lately. Felt proud.
Haah, her tongue’s a total suction cup. Those pinching fingers—what the hell. This… wh-what do I dooo?
Eun-seo's defenses fell one by one to the advance. The Eun-seo who toyed with Yujin, helpless? Thought it'd be even at best. Minutes later, limp Eun-seo panted under Seung-ah.
"No need to ask how that felt. Your turn now."
"Haah, haah. W-wait…."
"Hurry up? I wanna feel Master's cock ASAP."
Initiative fully Seung-ah's. Eun-seo rallied but buckled under the size, her flashy tit-slap half-baked.
"Hiiing, Unnie's are too big."
"Blaming weapons mid-war? Where'd that technique go?"
Verbal dominance too. I'd raised a tiger cub. Eun-seo's skills weren't gone—adapted to size, she twisted and rapid-rubbed like with Yujin, drawing dolphin moans from Seung-ah. But Seung-ah's defense was tough. Mid-69, clit assault muddled her mind, yet she vacuumed Eun-seo's entrance relentlessly, disrupting the rhythm. Fresh bitch 1 vs. sultry bitch 2—a feast of arousing flesh, banquet of sexiness. My cock stood at full salute in tribute. How much time passed? Exhausted duo sprawled, glaring. Enmity mixed with respect—mutual acknowledgment.
"Kid's got fight for her age."
"Unnie's got that irreplaceable experience."
Post-battle lines from epic rivals. Lesbian sex talk?
"If I admit defeat, no more playtime?"
Eun-seo asked wistfully.
"Not necessarily. Depends how you play it—relationship could continue."
"Wh-what should I do?"
"Master will answer."
Seung-ah recited my instructions from days ago.
"Answer soon."
Seung-ah eyed me, licking her lips. "I want Master so bad right now."