Find the Stolen Son (6)
"Nnngh—!"
The sound ripped out of me before I could stop it. My cock finally sprang free of Suyeon's mouth — and what came next was a catastrophe.
A thick rope of cum launched straight across her pale face. Fat, heavy droplets splattered over that smooth skin and rolled down her cheeks in slow, glistening trails. She kept her grip on my ass the whole time, fingers trembling as pulse after pulse painted her features.
"Hah…"
A small, stunned breath slipped from her lips. For the first time since this started, Suyeon looked genuinely flustered in front of me.
"Mmh…!"
I couldn't stop. Not until the last drop had spilled across her face. My cum sliding over her eyes, her nose, her mouth…
An idol's face — the kind you saw on television — was being painted with my cum. That fact alone sent my arousal into another dimension. I wrung myself out against her skin until there was nothing left to give.
"Nngh… nnh…"
Suyeon took it all, a muffled moan caught in her throat. Her face gleamed as if someone had slathered it in thick honey.
"Fuu…"
"Nnh…"
The spurts dying off my cock faded into nothing, and the bathroom went dead silent. She stayed frozen like a statue — hands still locked on my ass, face dripping with cum.
"Son of a… bitch…"
The curse I'd been expecting finally tore out of her.
"Hhh— I-I'm sorry!"
I had no choice but to apologize. My cock still dangling, I tore off a wad of toilet paper from the roll beside us and started wiping at her face.
"Nnh— let… let go, you piece of shit!"
Tissue and cum smeared together across her skin. Tiny shreds of paper stuck to that flawless complexion and refused to come off.
I was so fucked…
The more I rubbed, the worse it got. A considerable amount of cum slid off her face and dripped onto her plump, taut thighs.
"Let go already… you fucker…"
Her voice had dropped. She'd given up. This was not the girl who'd been sucking my cock with a flushed, hungry face a minute ago. The famous queen bee was back — the ice princess from school, wearing an expression like she'd just bitten into something foul.
"I… I'm sorry…"
"Who the hell told you to cum on my face?"
"N-no… I couldn't help it…"
"Fuck. This is just my luck…"
A string of curses spilled from lips that looked like they'd never sworn in their life. She pushed herself up slowly and started wiping the tissue scraps off her own face.
"Why are you just standing there?! Put your pants on and get out!"
"Huh? Oh—!"
I yanked my pants up and got out of there fast. Thankfully, the Neighborhood Playground was still empty. If word got out that I'd had sex with a former idol in a public playground bathroom…
If it ever hit an online community, it would blow up overnight. And if that happened — would I have to take responsibility for her?
For a second I saw Suyeon in a wedding dress, her arm hooked through mine. Well… that wouldn't be the worst thing in the world, would it?
Get a grip. Fantasizing at a time like this. I couldn't afford to take her anger lightly — she was Seongdae's girlfriend. If he ever found out about this, I was already a dead man.
"Hoo…"
A sigh leaked out of me on its own. Sex with Seongdae's mom… and then Suyeon's blowjob… the whole chain of it had detonated in a single stretch of time. All I'd done was stand there with a hard-on.
Suyeon came walking out from a distance. The tissue scraps were gone from her face. With her hair tied back, that pale, beautiful face had recovered every bit of its looks — and it was radiating sex.
"You wanna die?"
Her expression was as haughty as ever, but her breathing was still rough. The anger hadn't burned off yet.
"I… sorry…"
I ducked my head and kept apologizing.
I mean… who asked you to suck my dick? You're the one who went down on me. I just came because I was about to come!
I wanted to shout how unfair this was, but I had no idea what kind of hell that would unleash. Better to stand there and take the abuse.
"Be ready to start tomorrow."
"What?"
"My offer!"
Her voice jumped the second I failed to catch on. I must have looked spectacularly dense.
"You're… really doing this?"
"Obviously. I'm finding you a client first thing. I'll let you know the time and place."
"You're serious…?"
"You seriously wanna die?"
For a second it felt like lasers were about to shoot out of her eyes. One more word and I was reasonably sure she'd slap me clean across the face.
"A-all right."
"You answer when I contact you. If you don't… you know."
"Yeah…"
"Oh, and don't act like you know me at school. Talking to a loser like you would trash my image."
"…"
She got her last threat in and walked off. Through the gap in her hot pants, the underside of her ass flexed and swayed with every step.
"Haa…"
Why the hell was this happening to me?
I was supposed to be a seonsu now…?
Get paid and have as much sex as I wanted…?
Ah… what the hell was I supposed to do with this?
Her offer terrified me. And yet, somewhere in my chest, a small, traitorous flutter of excitement had started up. I couldn't make sense of the feeling at all.
A KakaoTalk notification buzzed.
It was her. The profile picture showed that neat, innocent face of hers, smiling.
Right… this was why I had to do it. Because of her. If I wanted to keep what we had, I had to use Suyeon and Seongdae. At the very least, no one could be allowed to find out about the two of us.
It was already past eleven. The only reason she'd message me at this hour was if she was genuinely thinking of coming up to the house.
Hoo…
In a way, it was a relief. I couldn't very well enjoy another round with her after I'd just painted Suyeon's face with cum. If I was going to love her properly, my cock needed to be clean.
What we did together had to happen in the purest state possible. No agenda. Nothing but the feeling itself — the cleanest act there was. That was the respect I owed her, and myself.
I should report what happened with Suyeon today. I needed to show her, in something solid, just how much I loved her.
A heart? She sent me a heart… We were the kind of people who sent each other hearts now. Hearts were something couples exchanged.
I didn't need to pick apart what she meant by it. Did she actually love me? One little emoji from her and the fog of worry sitting on my brain just… cleared.
"Ah… whatever…"
I dragged my wrecked body home.
I couldn't sleep. I went to school wound tight, half-convinced a whole storm of disasters was waiting for me there.
But the day was ordinary. Seongdae and Suyeon were in their seats like always — either passed out (class was of zero interest, naturally) or glued together, murmuring at each other.
On the surface they looked like any other young couple. They weren't. They were secret business partners. Things you'd never imagine from the outside were what held that "love" of theirs together.
And the real problem was this:
I had gotten myself wedged between the two of them. Pretty damn deep, too…
Every so often, watching them, my eyes met Suyeon's. She held my gaze with that same haughty look, never once looking away, glaring at me like she was asking what the hell I thought I was staring at.
The mental fortitude on that girl…
This was definitely the same person who'd had my cock in her mouth in the playground bathroom yesterday, holding a mouthful of my cum. I could still see those droplets hitting that pretty face. Nobody would ever believe it — but it was a magnificent incident, the kind you ought to pass down as a family heirloom for generations. If I ever wrote an autobiography, every last thing that happened with her was going in…
The bell rang, and Seongdae and Suyeon were the first ones out the door. I was the only person in that building who knew where they were headed. I came this close to slapping it up on the school bulletin board… but I'd be suspect number one, so I held back.
A KakaoTalk notification buzzed.
My Love. She and I were the kind of people who messaged each other whenever we felt like it now.
Wait — her profile picture had changed. It was from a few years ago: her standing among flowers in a floral-print dress.
It was art…
The dress traced every curve of her body without mercy. It was short enough to ride to just above her thighs, the waist nipped in tight, putting that superb hip line of hers on full display.
"Hoo…"
A thick sound slipped out of me. I knew exactly what kind of body was packed into that thin little dress. White, smooth skin… the moans that tore out of her when I drove my cock in. She took it any way I gave it to her — missionary, from behind, she didn't care.
I could feel my pants tenting, stiff as a board.
Of course. Her head was still full of Seongdae. How to get her stolen son back from Suyeon… I could feel the genuine worry in it from here.
I didn't particularly want to work for Seongdae's sake. I deserved a real reward too, didn't I? A fairly wicked idea drifted into my head.
Hoo… That dress barely containing those curves… the sleek body line underneath… and nothing at all between her and the fabric. Just thinking about it, my cock felt ready to burst.
She didn't answer for a long time.
Ah… did I push it too far? Are we not there yet, for this kind of talk…?
Yes!
I shoved my things into my bag any which way and started running for her house.
Her waiting for me with nothing underneath… just thinking about it sent a sharp, electric jolt straight through the head of my cock.