The Caramel Model's Helpless Throat

Beautiful figure, distinctive skin tone, and unique fashion sense. Kang Dahyun was the female student who kept drawing my gaze during the basic psychology class. No matter how hard I tried to focus on the lecture, my eyes kept drifting back to her. When I learned she worked part-time as a fitting model, I spent hours scouring women's clothing sites just to find her photos.

Kang Dahyun's fitting model pictures were just as captivating as she was in class, her stunning body the main attraction. On top of that, her light brown skin carried a strange, sensual allure that only heightened her charm.

And now, that same Kang Dahyun was in her studio apartment, completely unable to control her body. More precisely, she was under the "scissors" effect. She couldn't move a muscle or even make a sound. I rearranged her helpless form into whatever position I desired.

Before long, I had her exactly where I wanted on the bed. She lay horizontally across the mattress, her cum-smeared back pressed against the sheets, arms and legs limp. But her head hung off the edge, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠pulled backward by gravity. Her long black hair cascaded down like willow branches.

With only her head protruding and tilted back, her lips parted naturally. Those plump, vibrant lips of hers were my target. In this position, I could drive my cock much deeper than when she was kneeling—straight into her throat.

My guess proved correct. From the side, her lips and neck formed a perfect straight line. My massive shaft would slide through her mouth and down her throat without resistance.

I stepped off the bed and stood in front of her dangling head. A pleasant sight unfolded before me. Her smooth, tanned legs were spread just enough, the beautiful line running from slender ankles to full thighs. Between them, her black pubic hair was plastered with semen. Lower still, her well-defined hips and waist came into view, that narrow waist especially eye-catching. Further down, her caramel-colored breasts rose in soft mounds, each topped with a cute cherry-pink nipple. The contrast between her tanned skin and pink areolas looked delicious.

Below that, her deep collarbones and straight neck stretched across the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠bed. Her head hung off the edge, neck extended, lips parted, hair spilling downward. I was ready.

My heavy cock, hanging between my legs, slowly approached her lips and naturally pushed between them. Because of its size, it filled her mouth completely, stretching her lips wide.

"Sh... shit... get away... get the fuck ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠away... you bastard... sh... mmph!"

The moist, soft texture enveloped my shaft. It was the same mouth my tongue had been exploring earlier. As I pushed forward, I met a much tighter passage. The soft flesh pressed against my glans, and I instinctively knew—this was her throat.

Yes. My cockhead was now knocking against Kang Dahyun's throat. But her narrow passage wasn't going to let my thick shaft in easily.

The constantly decreasing time limit urged me on. I grabbed both of her breasts with my hands and roughly forced my cock into her tight throat.

Soon, strange sounds began escaping her mouth. She seemed to be having trouble breathing.

"Ughk... gurk... kuh-heuk... eugh-eok..."

My shaft invaded her wet throat. It was tight—deliciously so. Enjoying the squeeze, I began moving my hips back and forth. My hands kneaded her breasts roughly.

"Kuh-heuk... kuhak... eughk... mmph... ugh..."

Every time I thrust in and pulled out, bizarre noises spilled from her lips. It felt like I was playing her like an instrument. The caramel-colored instrument lying on the bed produced strange sounds in time with my movements. Whether my playing was terrible or the instrument simply made those noises didn't matter.

"Eughk... mmph... kuhak... euh... kuh-heuk..."

Kang Dahyun existed only to be played for pleasure. Then, when I glanced down at her neck, I couldn't help but admire the sight.

"Oh..."

Every time my cock pushed into her throat, the front of her neck bulged outward. When I withdrew, the bulge disappeared. It was obvious—her neck swelled exactly as much as my shaft invaded it. What a rare spectacle. I could violate her throat from the inside while watching it bulge from the outside.

My already large cock grew even harder and thicker. Strength surged into my hips and hands, making the bulge in her neck even more pronounced. Her throat squeezing my shaft, her full breasts filling my palms, her neck repeatedly protruding and sinking—all of it drove me wild.

"Kuh-heuk... kuhak... eugh... mmph... kuh-heuk..."

I was close. Gripping her tanned breasts tightly, I drove my cock as deep as possible into her throat and released everything.

—Bleurururur.

I slowly pulled back.

"Kuhak... kuh-heuk..."

Kang Dahyun still hadn't regained her senses. She seemed unable to breathe properly after having her throat so violently used. Only after my cock slipped out did she start gasping for air.

"Ha... what happens when this ends...?"

A sense of exhaustion washed over me. Only after seeing the notification window did worry begin to creep in. Behind me, Soojung—Kang Dahyun's friend—was watching TV. What would happen once the quest ended and the common sense alteration wore off? I couldn't even imagine how troublesome it would be.

Three minutes left. My body felt heavy and drenched in sweat, but I moved as quickly as possible to prepare my exit. My bag nearby. The items on the bed.

"Hmm..."

My cock was coated in lubricant, semen, and Kang Dahyun's fluids. There was no tissue in sight to clean it. Then my eyes landed on her long black hair hanging off the bed like willow branches. I grabbed a handful of her glossy hair and roughly wiped my shaft clean. Soon, her once-beautiful hair became sticky and tangled.

"Haa... haa... haa..."

Kang Dahyun was still panting. Ignoring her, I pulled my pants and underwear back on properly. Grabbing my bag, I walked past her clueless friend Soojung, who was still watching TV, and headed for the door.

But my gaze lingered for a moment on the ditzy-looking girl. She had been sitting next to ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Kang Dahyun in class. Not as stunning as Dahyun, but still quite pretty in her own way. She gave off an airheaded, almost vacant charm. Kang Dahyun's friend, Soojung. She had quite a full chest.

Without thinking, my hand reached out toward her breasts.

—Squeeze.

Soft, plump flesh filled my palm. She didn't react at all, continuing to watch TV even as I groped her.

Just then—

Feeling disappointed by the quest's restrictions, I hurriedly left the apartment. After walking a short distance, I checked the remaining time.

"Whew... that was close."

I let out a sigh of relief.

Tired as I was, nothing looked particularly appealing. Without much thought, I selected the random box.

A plastic box materialized in midair. I caught it lightly and slipped it into my pocket. Thinking only of washing up and going straight to sleep, I headed back to the male dormitory.