Gunam Hot Springs
Romance.
A sweet dream never lasts forever.
"Haa..."
Reality comes crashing in.
You run into what people call a personality clash.
"What's wrong?"
"Ah, Hye-ri..."
"Want me to listen, if that's okay?"
Heon-u had his worries.
From the outside, it looked like a life free of them. A good university. Smooth friendships. He'd even landed a pretty girlfriend.
Lately she had grown even prettier.
And that was precisely Heon-u's greatest source of worry.
"Maybe it's because she started modeling."
"Mm."
"Something's a little... I mean, I'm not criticizing her."
"It's fine, just say it."
She had changed.
From the girl he knew, the one he had loved.
There wasn't any real basis for it, but...
A feeling.
He couldn't put it into words.
It was also the reason he had ended up fighting with Suhyun.
"Maybe because she's gotten more into dressing up. She was pretty before, but..."
"All girls are like that."
"I get it. But connecting it to what I said earlier, I started thinking that might be why..."
It was his own fault.
Wanting her to go back to how she used to be had turned into excessive meddling.
Thank god she's so damn dense.
Hye-ri was listening to Heon-u's worries.
If she caught on, it could blow up into something big.
Fortunately there was no chance of that.
She was denser than he could imagine, and so kind that she was blaming herself instead.
"I can see how you'd feel that way, Heon-u. Suhyun's image change surprised me too."
"It was a bit... of a shock. Dyeing her hair yellow and all."
"Mm, mm."
She listened appropriately, pretending to empathize.
What Heon-u was saying was actually true, in a way.
It's all because of Chanuk.
She knew the full backstory.
She often talked with Suhyun about Chanuk.
The style change was his influence too.
It was a secret she couldn't tell, even for Heon-u's sake.
"Still, if I meddle too much, I think I'd hate it too."
"You're right, Hye-ri."
"It's not like Suhyun went off the rails, right? Is it something to break up over?"
"Huh? I wasn't even thinking about breaking up."
Even the argument just now.
In truth, Suhyun hadn't gotten angry at all; she had deliberately stirred up the trouble.
By now she's probably having fun with Chanuk.
To create time to be with him.
Her role was to keep Heon-u occupied.
"I just wish she'd give in a little..."
"But girls sometimes see that as a power struggle and hate it."
"Oh, really? I had no idea. I swear."
And a bit of guilt.
Kind-hearted and handsome, Heon-u was popular at school.
He seems like the type who'd make a good marriage partner.
That was what her mom had said.
She hadn't understood it before.
Now she thought she might get it.
As a marriage partner, maybe, but as a boyfriend it was different.
Having come to know a real man, Hye-ri could easily imagine it.
He was boring.
The feeling that you could see right through to the bottom.
Even knowing Suhyun was in the wrong, Hye-ri found herself empathizing.
The plan.
It had been a fixed game of Go-Stop from the very beginning.
"Don't you feel any guilt?"
"Not really?"
"Heon-u's a good guy. This is going too far, no matter how you look at it."
Even before coming on the trip.
The argument, the couple splitting up—it was all according to a thorough script.
That kind of play.
Maybe it was better not to know.
The fact that the girlfriend he loved had fought with him just to meet another man.
"It's his fault too."
"Specifically how?"
"There's no thrill in the relationship. If he doesn't give me any, I have no choice but to create it myself."
"Even Satan would be impressed."
In the blind spot where the lights didn't reach, standing in front of the guest room entrance, she had a seductive look in her eyes.
"You did it with Hye-ri, right?"
"You found out?"
"Hye-ri was stroking her belly—that place—and bragging about it. Put it in me quick too."
She was acting lewd as well.
When a twenty-one-year-old young model begged like that, even I couldn't hold back.
Pop! Click-click!
I undid the buttons of her fluttery shirt.
Underneath was a white tank top that exposed a lot of skin.
"Is this the thrill?"
"That's right."
"Coming on a trip with your boyfriend and getting fucked by another man."
"I like that..."
I pulled down one strap of the tank top.
The bra strap came with it, exposing Suhyun's youthful breasts.
Looks delicious.
Slightly dark nipples.
I gently bit the small, round tip with my front teeth and applied pressure.
"Oppa, a little more... do it harder."
She moaned and whimpered.
Separate from her cool skin, her heart was pounding at least twice as hard as usual.
She must be really turned on.
In many ways.
Enjoying it at school was nothing more than a simple fling.
The situation of coming on a double date to a travel destination and swapping boyfriends to have fun made her body heat up.
"Hye-ri isn't really into that kind of thing."
"I apologized to Hye-ri."
"But not to your boyfriend."
"Ah! Ah!"
The breast flesh including the nipple.
I bit into the chunk of flesh that fit plenty into my mouth.
Clear teeth marks remained.
I did it hard like she asked.
Far from looking pained, her expression filled with ecstasy.
Suhyun's body wasn't twisted—her mind was.
"Can't let Heon-u see this."
"Somewhere he can't see..."
"Hm?"
"Mess me up completely."
The hook of her short skirt.
With a click it came undone, half-sliding down to reveal the underwear inside.
She had prepared properly.
Since she had come intending this from the start, of course she was wearing sexy lingerie.
Heon-u won't get to see this.
She liked black.
A silk design with lots of meaningless holes here and there.
"Here too."
"Oh."
"I think you can just spread it open."
There was a big hole as well.
With the tip of her nail-art-adorned fingernail, she spread it wide to show the design's intent.
She's still not the age for this kind of thing to suit her.
But early education is the trend these days, so it should be fine.
I help make sexy outfits suit her.
Squish!
I insert my middle finger.
Since it hadn't been used in a while, the sticky vaginal walls clamped down painfully tight.
"You don't even masturbate?"
"Not recently."
"Why?"
"Because I wanted to get fucked crazy hard by Oppa today."
We hadn't even started the real foreplay, but her breathing was already rough.
Gestures begging to be taken to the bed quickly.
A cheeky woman like this needs to be punished.
For the sake of my dear junior, I needed to thoroughly discipline her.
Squish!
I insert one more finger.
Shoving them all the way in and putting strength into my wrist, I lift Suhyun's slender body up.
"Ah, it hurts."
"I'll wreck that cunt hole just like you want, so remember that."
She rises onto her tiptoes so the stuffed pussy doesn't hurt.
The supporting leg is precarious.
Perfect posture.
Our heights roughly match.
I lower the zipper and press my fully swollen cock against the entrance.
It was still far from loosened enough for thrusting.
Even so, I force it in with strength.
"Oppa, if you don't hold me I'll fall!"
"If you know that, hold on tight. Do your best."
Her body lifts higher.
One foot completely leaves the ground as she searches for something to support herself.
Her thin, long thighs wrap around my leg.
Stability comes, and a fuckable posture is set.
This is good.
The feeling the woman side wants.
Even a slightly uncomfortable posture is fine from the stimulation aspect—rather, better.
Thrust! Thrust!
The two arms that had been awkwardly holding the wall now wrap around my neck.
The other leg naturally too.
"You've gotten lighter."
"I'm not even 46 kg."
"It's because I don't work out."
She wraps around my waist.
Lifting and fucking is a man's romance.
At this level, I can do it without much effort.
It takes a lot of stamina otherwise.
In that case, if the woman side matches well, it's fine.
A slim figure with no fat to be found.
Long limbs make her feel light mood-wise too.
Thrust! Thrust!
I put my weight into it and thoroughly butcher the insides.
It must be quite a strain for sure.
A posture where force control is impossible.
Since it wasn't loosened enough, the vaginal walls are screaming.
"Doesn't it hurt?"
"Do as you please. Until I'm in tatters. Please!"
Conversely, she clamps her legs tight.
Hanging on with all her strength, not trying to fall.
Sorry, Heon-u. Just borrowing her for a bit.
It feels too good; I can't help it.
I think of Suhyun's body as a big onahole.
No, a real doll.
Nothing more than a flesh puppet used solely for my pleasure.
Throb!
Thud!
I slam Suhyun against the wall and cum deep inside.
I fill her with my seed even more than Hye-ri.
Forcing it in tastes good.
There's that kind of pleasure.
It makes you realize that even humans still have wild instincts left.
Drip! Drop!
I stand Suhyun up and pull out the thing that had been inserted.
White liquid should be dripping from her pitiful crotch, but.
"I gave it again."
"What, did you get reconstructive surgery or something?"
"It just tore, you know."
As if I'd taken a virgin, red liquid is mixed in.
From the rough play, a wound had formed inside.
Well, it'll be fine.
It's not bleeding a lot.
It'll heal naturally with time.
Splash!
There's a special remedy too.
Without going far, I step out to the balcony where a small open-air hot spring bath is prepared.
I strip and get in.
Since it's inside the guest room, I can strip bare without anyone to mind.
"It stings."
"It's a salt spring, that's why."
"Well, I heard it has salt in it..."
"So it has a sterilizing effect."
The already torn hymen won't come back, but.
Soaking our bodies, we look out at the scenery outside.
What a spectacular view.
The sea in front of Haeundae.
A view that clears the mind, visible all the way to the horizon.
"In the old days I never paid attention in the bath, but."
"And now?"
"The warm water is pouring right inside. Because of Oppa."
Suhyun's insides had been cleared out too.
The sterilizing action could proceed more smoothly.
This is the big picture for that.
If Suhyun hurts, Heon-u will feel bad too.
Someone like Suhyun is also on the side with little male experience.
In this thoroughly promiscuous modern generation.
It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say she was enjoying a relatively wholesome sex life.
"If it doesn't hurt, want to do more?"
"We're outdoors here."
"If you moan, we'll become a nuisance couple."
"We're not a couple, though."
"..."
The fetish had gotten a bit twisted, but.