Eunhye Looked So Fucking Delicious

The night streets of New York City were as dazzling as ever.

Neon signs burned beyond the window. Yellow headlights streamed past without end. And on my thigh, a blonde woman bounced like she'd lost her mind.

"Haah… Taesang… fuck…"

She locked her arms around my neck and rolled her hips. Every time she moved, those two plump, springy breasts clapped together, bouncing up and down — a sight I never got tired of.

I leaned back into the sofa and rolled my hips in time with hers. She seemed to be getting more worked up; the pace of her downward thrusts was picking up.

"Slow down."

I drove up into her as she came down, burying myself ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠so deep her belly felt packed full.

"Too deep…."

"But you like it, you little slut."

"Haaa… crazy."

A chuckle slipped out of me. I cupped her small, soft cheek and pushed my tongue deep into those lips that looked like they'd taste sweet.

Our bodies were already slick with sweat. Her discarded dress and panties lay scattered across the living room floor. The hot breath we were panting out spread toward the windows, the air itself growing damp and heavy, as if the glass would fog over any second.

I spread my hand as wide as I could, trying to grab one of those big white breasts — but I couldn't quite wrap my fingers all the way around. I squeezed hard enough to burst, and a round pink nipple pushed out between my fingers.

She was still riding me, moaning mindlessly. Sweat dripped from the tips of her blonde hair with every roll of her hips, and her flushed white skin gleamed under the soft indirect lighting.

Western girls really do have insane bodies.

I smirked and pushed my hips up a little deeper.

"Ahh…!"

Her waist jerked. The blonde looking down at me was starting to come undone. Her eyes were already half-glazed, hot breath leaking continuously from between her flushed lips.

Fuck.

She was seriously, insanely pretty.

I brushed my fingers lightly down her chin. Then I grabbed those huge bouncing breasts. The springy flesh pressed heavy in my palm.

"Ah…."

"Hold on."

"Huh…?"

"Change of position."

I stood up from the sofa, turned her around, and had her grab the back of it.

Schlick, squelch, squelch…

I drove in deep, as if I meant to punch straight through that slick, yielding flesh. Through her disheveled hair, the flushed nape of her neck was exposed. Below that, a narrow waist, and a big ass lifted high.

I had her spread her legs a little wider, and those glistening folds parted, drooling. I lined my cock up with the hole and shoved my hips forward. She was already looking back at me with a half-gone expression.

"Hey. Shake that ass."

"Haaaa… so deep, fuck…!!!!"

As her pelvis started moving, my cock scraping against her inner walls felt tighter than before. Her ass slapped against my hips — clap, clap, clap — in a rapid rhythm.

Without thinking I pushed my fingers into her mouth, and she sucked on them like I'd fed her a piece of candy. Even the lining of her mouth was hot and soft — I was considering just fucking that instead when I felt it coming.

I grabbed a fistful of that silky blonde hair with one hand, seized her waist hard with the other, and snapped my hips fast.

Thwack, thwack, thwack, schlick — squelch, squelch—

I yanked her hair hard enough that it should have hurt, putting my weight into the rebound, but instead of pain her moans only grew louder.

"Can't hold it. I'm gonna cum."

"What…?"

She looked back at me, face gone slack. I smirked and gripped her blonde hair even tighter.

"Taesang…!"

Every time I slammed my hips into her, a high moan burst from her mouth. The living room filled with nothing but breathing and the sound of flesh slapping flesh. I held her waist tight and let out a deep breath.

Every time I fuck, I feel ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠it — this situation, these stacked white girls losing their minds on top of me, still didn't quite feel real. A few years ago I couldn't even have imagined it.

"Taesang…."

She gasped and leaned into me. I smirked and sank back into the sofa. The New York City nightscape spilled across the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Women, booze, money…

Things I'd wanted so badly I could have died for them. Now that I had them all in my hands, they strangely didn't do much for me.

In the middle of that brief crash back to earth—

Bzzz— bzzz—

The phone on the table vibrated.

Lee Chanhyuk. Chanhyuk had been my only friend since elementary school.

He'd lucked his way into the Iljinhoe crowd, chasing a taste of power he had no business wanting. There was a time we couldn't even look each other in the eye. Rank 10 — the weakest position in the Iljinhoe — but still, he was the friend who'd bawled his eyes out apologizing for not being able to help me when I was running as those Iljinhoe bastards' shuttle.

I gave the blonde's thigh a light stroke and picked up.

"What do you want, you unemployed bastard."

"It's morning in Korea, right?"

I smirked and slid my hand between the blonde's thighs. She was still panting, clamping down hard around my fingers.

"Just finished fucking. Taking a break."

The image of him being genuinely envious made a laugh slip out. I looked with satisfaction at the big mirror across the living room, reflecting a naked man and woman sitting there still wet, and brought the phone a little closer to my ear.

The me in that mirror was probably a long way from the Han Taesang of a few years ago.

Back then, I figure I was just a loser. Face half-hidden behind thick glasses, skinny and weak, tiptoeing around — a pathetic piece of shit who couldn't even look girls in the eye.

And now?

Until a minute ago, a blonde with a killer body had been on my lap, clinging to me like she'd lost her mind.

You really never know with life. Who'd have thought I'd grow up this well….

"…What."

Chanhyuk's voice turned uncharacteristically serious.

My hand stopped for a moment.

Park Eunhye.

My first love in high school. Quiet and well-behaved, but with a body so fucking good that just seeing her in her school uniform was enough to get me hard every night.

I smirked, pulled out a cigarette, and stuck it in my mouth.

"I remember."

"I remember that body."

"Why the sudden mention of her?"

Chanhyuk paused, then spoke in a low voice.

"…."

I lit the cigarette without a word.

That's right. I'd agonized over it for months, confessed, and got shot down hard.

Hiss—

The blue flame flickered for a moment.

"No idea."

"Yeah."

"…Weakness?"

Chanhyuk spoke with a sigh in his voice.

"…I didn't, actually."

I couldn't think of anything to say. This was the first I'd heard her family had it that hard.

The blonde seemed to notice my expression; she quietly rested her chin on my thigh and looked up at me.

"Holy fuck."

A hollow laugh came out of me on its own. He'd grabbed a girl by her weakness and used her as a toy. What a piece of garbage.

But Chanhyuk's next words were even more fucked up.

"…What."

"Wow… Yoon Eunji was even more of a piece of trash than I thought."

Is what I'm hearing right now actually real? If it is, I think I'm going to get… way too angry.

My fist clenched on its own.

"Those motherfucking pieces of shit."

"…What."

The fuck!?

Cigarette smoke caught in my throat. Cough, cough!!! Damn, that's harsh, fuck—

"…What?"

Neither of us said anything for a while, me holding the phone, Chanhyuk on the other end.

"Fuck…."

Honestly, the feeling was strange. Fucked up, and good, at the same time.

Hearing that the girl I'd liked so much in high school had actually liked me too… well. It felt good, sure — but then thinking about Eunhye going through all that injustice with nowhere to turn for help made the rage surge up all over again, impossible to contain.

I slowly leaned back into the sofa. And muttered, low.

Right now my head was nothing but Park Eunhye. Tits were huge as hell, and those legs were so goddamn pretty she pulled every guy's eyes wherever she went.

Fuck.

Thinking about it again, it's so fucking infuriating.

I smirked and muttered.