If You Understand, Then Suck
The wicked thought crossed my mind that this posture — kneeling at a man's feet, forced to look at nothing but that one place — would be dozens of times more humiliating for her than simply going to the bed and mixing bodies the ordinary way.
I slipped the towel from Sohyeon's grip and tossed it into the corner of the sofa.
"Haah... Taesang..."
Kneeling naked at my feet, nothing left to hide, Sohyeon bit her lip with an expression of pride smashed to pieces.
"If you don't want to, you can leave. The door's that way."
Knowing there was no way back, Sohyeon squeezed her eyes shut. Then, as if steeling herself, she carefully wrapped her hands around the base of my cock.
Even with both hands there was still more than she could hold. Her eyes wavered, and I watched her swallow hard. Ah... so Park Donghyun's packing a pencil, huh. Maybe it was because those hands belonged to a woman who did refined work for a living, but her velvety touch seemed to make me even harder.
She swallowed again, then slowly lowered her head and brought her lips between my thighs. I looked down at Kim Sohyeon licking from the head as if tasting it, but the ticklish, teasing sensation wasn't enough — so I grabbed the back of her skull and pushed deeper into her mouth.
She froze for a moment with a muffled sound, but I soon drove it into her throat again and again with dedicated force. Sohyeon's mouth was skilled, like she'd done this plenty of times. I liked it quite a bit. Watching this former bully-girl who'd once sneered at me like I was trash now desperately working her tongue on her knees just to survive — it was getting more and more enjoyable.
"Hhk, uup...!"
The inside of her mouth was springy and delicious. As I thrust this way and that, Sohyeon's pale cheeks hollowed and bulged in turn. I could see her mouth was stuffed past capacity, but the way she clung on, desperate to satisfy me, delivered a thrill of conquest that was downright intoxicating.
The interesting part was Sohyeon's reaction. Even as she pretended to hate it, her flushed face gradually shifted into the expression of someone who couldn't stand how aroused she was getting. She looked like she might cry from the humiliation — but the moment my hand squeezed her full breasts, a lewd moan slipped from between her lips.
Ohh... Kim Sohyeon's tits feel incredible too.
I grabbed those big breasts without a shred of consideration and shook them, and as if she'd been waiting for it, more lewd moans spilled from her mouth.
"Hah, mmph...! Nngh..."
Sohyeon's body was responding fast to a masculine presence she'd never felt from a weakling like Park Donghyun. Even as she sucked with wet, slurping sounds, she kept glancing up at me as if asking whether she was doing well. It was almost cute.
Before long, kneeling between my legs with her thighs slightly spread, the insides of Sohyeon's thighs began to tremble — and clear juices spilling from her pussy ran down her pale thighs, falling to the floor drop by drop. This bitch could pretend all she wanted, but her body was already so worked up it was pouring water from below. Pretty fucking hot.
I forcibly gathered Kim Sohyeon's black, natural hair between my fingers and drove my hips in harder, matching a rhythm. Every time it hit the back of her throat, Kim Sohyeon gagged and spilled tears — but her crouched ass twitched as if craving more stimulation, inching closer and pressing tighter against me.
"Haa... fuck, Sohyeon. You say you hate it, but your body's being real honest. Taste better than Park Donghyun's?"
Even at my blatant mockery, Sohyeon couldn't answer — her face flushed to bursting as she worked her tongue even more desperately. I grabbed the chin of the silent Kim Sohyeon, pulled out, and tapped the head against her lips as I spoke.
"I told you to suck. You just gonna work the shaft and that's it?"
She caught on immediately. With her face still flushed red, she started gently licking my groin and balls. Wet, sticky sounds filled the air as she lapped at me.
"Stick your tongue out, Sohyeon."
I rubbed the head against Kim Sohyeon's tongue — a mess of sticky precum and saliva — wiping it clean for a long while. Even with her tongue hanging out like a dog, moans kept spilling from her mouth. The soft sensation made me want to cum.
"Aaang~ ah..."
"Open your mouth. I'm about to cum."
I grabbed the back of Kim Sohyeon's head again and mercilessly slammed my bursting cock into her mouth-pussy. The warmth made me drive even deeper into her throat without thinking, thrusting hard. I ignored Kim Sohyeon's gagging, retching sounds and gripped her hair tighter, shaking her head back and forth harder and faster.
Looking down at Sohyeon's desperately pent-up reaction, I clenched her long hair, exhaled roughly, and came with it still buried deep in her mouth. Piston-thrusting into her, I dumped the cum I'd been holding in for days in a long, satisfying rush. Come to think of it, the last time had been in America — with some White girl whose name I couldn't even remember.
"Uup... ugh."
Watching Kim Sohyeon glance around like she wanted to spit it out — I'd just come, and I was already getting hard again. Maybe I was in heat.
"Kim Sohyeon. Don't spit."
Those wavering pupils were extremely satisfying. Swallow it, you bitch.
"Gulp... haah..."
Watching Sohyeon cough with her mouth a complete mess, I pulled up my pants without a shred of lingering attachment and stood.
"Taesang... um, about the forty million won..."
What she really wanted to say wasn't about the money. Soaking wet down below, she looked up at me with eyes that secretly hoped this would continue to the next stage — that I'd satisfy her aroused body. But I pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and spoke at my leisure.
"Pretty satisfying for a guide fee. Go on. I'll call you again when I need you."
"Huh...? But..."
She must've been aching for it — she'd only gotten a taste with her mouth, and I hadn't filled her down below. But not today.
"What, you want more? Park Donghyun's waiting at home. Get going."
As I leaned back on the sofa and coldly dismissed her, Sohyeon looked at me with a completely deflated expression, her eyes full of lingering want. Her pride was in ruins, her body was burning up, and now she was just being thrown out. It must have been bewildering. That was exactly what I'd been aiming for.
Feeling hollow and powerless, Sohyeon had no choice but to gather her clothes and put them on, piece by piece. Listening to the door click shut, I gazed out through the floor-to-ceiling windows at the glittering city nightscape. A smile slowly crept onto my lips.
This is fun.
I picked up a call from Chanhyuk, who was hounding me to come out, insisting he'd show me around the clubs. It was a hassle, but I threw on a shirt and headed to the club where he was waiting.
A hundred and eighty degrees from the quiet night view I'd been looking down on from home — a VIP table in a club right in the heart of Gangnam, a place that assaulted the senses with eardrum-splitting bass and flashing laser lights. Korean clubs had a different flavor from American ones — flashier, more stimulating. I liked the vibe. I hadn't expected much, but Korean clubs were fucking great too.
"Why's the talent so good in here? Pretty girls everywhere you look."
I said it swirling my champagne glass, looking around. Beside me, Chanhyuk — already half out of his skull — shouted over the music so he wouldn't get drowned out.
"Yo, you crazy bastard. A guy who lived in New York talking like he's had his fill. America's even wilder, right? White girls, Black girls, all over the place. Be honest — you've ridden all of them, haven't you? Huh?"
"Yeah. The Asian ratio in central New York isn't that high. Most of the ones you meet are White or Black."
"Fuck, that's insane... you lucky bastard. So what's actually different between foreign girls and Korean girls?"
The last one I'd been with came to mind — a blonde White girl. The chemistry in bed had been pretty good. I answered, thinking of her.
"The pros and cons are pretty clear. Hips and proportions are definitely hotter over there, but when it comes to skin texture and that faint scent of skin, Korean girls still get their hooks in you the deepest."
At my deadpan assessment, Chanhyuk swallowed hard and shoved my shoulder.
"Ah, I wanna ride a White girl just once, Taesang. Take me to America, yeah?"
"A guy who can't speak a word of English talking about America? Master the alphabet first, then I'll take you."
"Ah, okay! Starting today, I'm hitting English class!"
I was chatting about this and that with a very excited Chanhyuk when he suddenly froze, staring blankly at something — then blurted out urgently and took off.
"Whoa, fuck! Yo, Taesang. That girl by the stage with the insane underboob! Body is insane, fuck. I'll be right back!"
"Crazy bastard..."
I clicked my tongue watching Chanhyuk's back as he bolted off like a hyena that had spotted prey. I was about to light a cigarette when a young-looking girl, early twenties, cut through the flashing lights, staring right at me with a bright smile as she approached. She had a petite, neatly proportioned figure.
"Oppa, do you... maybe not remember me?"
"Who...?"
Some kind of pickup line? Who is she?
Countless women's faces flashed through my mind, but nothing came to me at a glance. When I asked again, she pouted her lips and slid herself into the table, sitting down. The woman who'd naturally taken the seat beside me.
"Ah, I'm actually hurt! I'm Juhyun, Min Juhyun! You don't remember me? I even gave you chocolate on Valentine's Day back in middle school!"
Aha. Min Juhyun.
The moment I heard that name, a hazy fragment of memory flashed through my mind.
