Chapter 104
Chapter 104
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 104
Chapter Title: At That Time, She (3)
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The woman on the screen grumbled as she sat up and began stripping off her top.
Once Choi Jun-young had shed all his outer clothes, leaving just his underwear, the woman shouted.
"Hurry up and take it off."
"You were playing so hard to get, but now you're even more excited..."
The man turned around with a grumble, his eyes widening as he spotted the camera and beckoned toward it.
"Oh, ooh! Hey, Pomi, why are you filming me? Zoom in on that instead!
"Oh, oooh?"
The man raised his hand, tracing the outline of the woman's body from a few steps away with an imaginary cola bottle.
"Kya. What a killer body. That, that line! Admit Joo Na-young's hot? Huh, admit it!"
"That's so outdated, you're such an old man... But Choi Jun-young, who have you been talking to this whole time?"
"The camera director."
"...?"
The view zoomed in on the woman. Her plump, juicy naked body was right there in front of him. Unable to hold back, the man snorted hot breath and yanked down his remaining underwear with a rip.
"Haa, I can't take it anymore. Na-young, look at this. It's like this because you're too damn pretty."
Thud! Throoob!
His massive erection sprang up toward the sky, swaying back and forth as it revealed itself, and the woman gasped, covering her mouth in shock.
"Gasp. Ch-Choi Jun-young, that thing... It was real, not a dream."
"Tonight, big bro's gonna fuck you to death, just wreck you senseless."
He strode toward her, wrapping his arm around her shoulder.
She flinched at first, then tightly shut her eyes and leaned into his embrace. Even so, her hips twisted away sideways, as if wary of his cock brushing against her.
"Why so shy about it?"
"I'm not..."
He circled behind her, gently tilting her chin with one hand to kiss her over her shoulder. Naturally, the top of her ass pressed and rubbed against his cock.
"Ah!"
"What's wrong? Heh heh."
"...Nothing."
Grinning lewdly at her trembling slender neckline, he slipped his other idle hand between her armpit and began softly caressing her breast.
"Eek, ah. Hey. That tickles."
"How'd you hold back all this time when you're such a sweetheart? Huh?"
"Ah, what're you saying."
"Life's full of surprises. Never thought I'd end up like this with you."
"Hmm, mm. Ahng."
His hand on her breast slid lower. It caressed over her ribs, circled her navel, passed her pelvic bone, and delved into her crotch.
"Ah, w-wait, hold on."
She tried to push away his wrist as it parted her bush and entered, but his thick fingers plunged into her tight, dripping hole without hesitation, producing wet sounds.
Squelch, squelch.
"Ah, aaah!"
She lifted her tiptoes slightly and tilted her head back.
"Aheut. Ahng, ahng, ng."
Squelch, squelch, squelch.
His middle and ring fingers scraped inside faster and faster, her moans coming shorter and quicker.
"Ahng, ahng, ah, ah, eut? Ahut. What do I do? Ah, uh, what do I do!"
"Na-young, feeling good?"
"Oppa, oppaaa."
"Calling me oppa as soon as I stick my fingers in?"
"Hey, hey. Ah, stop. Hey! Aaak! Oppaak! Euk!"
Her scream-like moans cut off suddenly as she hunched her waist forward sharply. Matching her, his dexterous fingers slid out.
"Heok! Heok! Eueu? Hooeu, eou."
Her held breath burst from her upper mouth, and her lower one gushed like a fountain from the blocked dam.
"Ah, eut, hoooo."
"Whoa. Your squirting's legit. Heh heh, fountain Na-young? Pfft."
Cracking up to himself, he flashed a V-sign with his wet fingers toward the camera, then awkwardly folded them back at her expression.
"Pomi, no need to get all serious."
Even as he spoke, her pussy kept spraying with squirts and splashes.
"Haaa, hau."
The pressure weakened, turning to streams that trickled down her thighs, pooling at her knees before dripping to the floor.
"Na-young, touch me now. I'm about to burst."
She staggered toward him in a daze and reached out as if entranced toward his cock.
"Hoo. Ah, good. Na-young. Your hand's so warm. They say warm hands mean a warm heart."
"Who said that crap?"
"My great-grandma."
"Huh? Ah, uh. Y-yeah, listen to your elders. Right?"
"Heh heh. Lying. You're adorable when flustered."
"You're dead!"
Her eyes flashed as she gripped his cock and jerked it roughly back and forth.
"Haa, mm. Ah, Na-young."
The man murmured her name. Closing his eyes and tilting his head back, he looked utterly blissed out.
"Choi Jun-young, feeling good?"
"Yeah. Feels amazing. Chu."
"Smack. Slurp."
Slap, slap, slap.
After enjoying her service for a while, he spoke up.
"Grip harder. Ooh. Na-young, I love you."
Her eyes sharpened at his confession, pausing her strokes.
"Huh? Why stop?"
"Arm hurts. And you said that to Yeon Du-na too."
"What?"
"That you love her."
"Ah, why ask something like that? Can't I love both?"
She glared up at him with fierce eyes but resumed her motions.
"Ooh, oooh. Love that look. Na-young, suck me with that face?"
"What?"
"I'll do you later. Your face is too pretty right now."
"Haa. Fine, I'm drunk anyway."
"Hey, my knees hurt. Put down a blanket."
A blanket was laid on the floor, and she knelt, taking his cock into her mouth.
"Ah! Look up like before. Haa. Haaa."
"Mmph, chuup. Slurp."
He stroked the back of her head. She lifted her face again, staring at the ceiling.
She glanced at him, chuckling mid-suck.
"Schlop, ahp. Mm. Haa, hilarious, right?"
"Y-yeah, too good."
She spat out the mouthful with effort, tapping the side of his cock with her finger.
"Haa, disgustingly huge. Did Yeon Du-na do this too?"
"Why bring her up again? Drop it."
"Wow, unbelievable. You started it! So? Did she?"
She engulfed it again.
"Euk. No, not yet. Ah, mm. Na-young, ah, there."
"Schlurp. Slurp. Yeth?"
"Yeah, there. Ah, Na-young. Gonna cum. In your mouth?"
"Mmph, ptoo. Sneaky bastard! Gross!"
She yanked her mouth off frantically, shielding her face with her hand.
"Ugh, ah, stopping right before? What's gross? You were sucking fine till now."
He feigned hurt, but she refused. Pouting, he started jerking himself.
"Tch, at least let me on your face. Move your hand. Wanna cum looking at you."
"Ahh, seriously! It's sticky and gross! Hold still. I'll do it."
She stood abruptly, pressing against him and stroking the shaft again.
"Tell me when you're cumming. I'll grab tissue."
"Tissue shmissue. At least let me on your belly."
"Ah, that aegyo. Makes me wanna puke."
She grimaced at his cuteness, and the camera nodded up and down in agreement.
Reluctant to take his load, but pitying his eager thrusting into her hand-grip, she sighed and pressed his glans against her stomach.
"Happy?"
"Ah, perfect. Na-young, here it comes. Harder. Harder!"
Slap slap slap slap.
"Ugh!"
"Eut, ah..."
Startled by the hot spurts oozing onto her belly, she pulled away, then pressed back.
"Keep rubbing."
Slap slap slap.
"All out now?"
"Mm, hold on. Hup! Hup! Yeah, think so. Haa..."
After a couple hip bucks, he relaxed his tense shoulders.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ "Ugh. So sticky."
"Na-young, thanks. That was amazing."
"Whatever."
He chuckled and grabbed wet wipes, cleaning the cum from her belly and the floor.
Then he patted the mattress by the bed.
"Come spread your legs and sit."
"Ah, what now."
"Returning the favor with my massive tongue."
She hesitated but sat on the bed. Shyly clamping her knees and covering her mound, but he pried her thighs apart wide.
"Popen!"
"Kyak! Asshole. Don't yell that! You'll wake me up for real!"
"Heh heh. Fun, huh."
Repaying her service in kind, he devoted his tongue earnestly. Soon, the bedsheets and floor were soaked with her squirt. But all the foreplay had led to this.
"Na-young, squirting so much, you'll lose weight."
He whispered to her sprawled and twitching on the bed, mounting her thighs and spreading her ass cheeks wide with thumbs.
"Heuk."
Her ass flinched as cool air hit both holes.
And his meat rod slowly widened her lower hole as it entered.
Sloooorp.
"Eou, Na-young."
"Aaak! Choi Jun-young, wait. You're too big?"
Short scream, then panting.
"Feels good soon. Moving?"
Shake, shake.
"Hey. Wait. Ah, waiiit! Hauk!"
Squelch, squelch.
Her head-shake and the squelching soon turned to flesh-slapping friction.
Smack, smack. Thud, thud.
"Heave, ho. Mm. Incredible. Two months dreaming of sticking it in here... Hoo. Real thing's got details. Here we go!"
"Eut! Eut! Ak! Uk! Ah! Ahng, ak! Choi Jun-young!"
"Feels like heaven, my Na-young. Mm. Still hurt?"
"Ak! Oppa! Ahhhhu."
"Oppa only when it feels good. Hup, hup."
"Oppa! Oppa! Choi Jjuuun-young! Aaaak! Eohat, eouu. What do I do. What do I dooo!"
"Hup, hup. What do you mean? If it feels that good, keep meeting me."
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ Tap-.
A pale finger touched the screen, pausing the video. Playtime was still over halfway.
Kim Yu-ra stared blankly at the frozen screen in a daze, then sucked in a breath—'hup'—and placed her hand back to hit play.
Tap-.
Her trembling finger skipped ahead, and even more intense panting and flesh-smacking echoed from the phone.