Corrupting the Disdainful Childhood Friend (1) [Han Yu-jin/Fellatio]
Han Yu-jin's studio apartment. A spotlessly tidy one-room compared to Kang Tae-jun's dump. Empty beer cans and snack bags litter the table in the center of the living room.
"Hey, Han Yu-jin, so you're not dating anyone? You're a team leader now—don't you feel lame just drinking with a freeloading guy friend like me?"
Tae-jun asks with a sleazy grin.
Han Yu-jin, in a clean white long-sleeve shirt and jeans, looks like your average office lady in her twenties—no one would guess she's an exorcist.
"Dating? Hell, just cleaning up after those damn demons wears me out enough..."
"You ever actually seen a demon up close? They're huge as mountains, cocks the size of goddamn arms. Fucking disgusting shit."
She sighs like life's beaten her down, waves her hand dismissively, and chugs more beer.
"Come on, don't you get lonely though? What about me? Face like this—fucking handsome, right? Sex skills on point too... anyway."
Tae-jun winks playfully, pointing at his own face.
Han Yu-jin bursts out laughing, spraying beer like it's the dumbest thing she's heard.
"Bullshit. What are you, twelve? You think I'd date someone just for a pretty face? Jobless loser with nothing else going for him, hits up clubs every night to pick up girls then ghosts 'em—what the fuck would I do with trash like you? You slutty bastard lol."
Same old routine. But tonight, maybe the booze or work stress makes her words extra brutal and cutting.
I've been mulling it over all day. Fine, since we're friends.
Kang Tae-jun steels himself.
Time to fuck you up, you bitch.
Tae-jun smirks inwardly and quietly unleashes his freshly awakened incubus power on her. An invisible, intangible dark energy rides the alcohol into the cracks of her mind.
One goal: crank her latent lust to the breaking point.
"...Huh?"
Suddenly, Han Yu-jin's face flushes hot. A scorching heat surges from her lower belly. Her heart pounds wildly, blood rushing downward in a dizzying vertigo.
"Wh-what's... happening..."
She crosses her legs unconsciously, rubbing her thighs together. Her panties grow slick and itchy—she's losing her mind.
"Yo, Han Yu-jin, what's up? You sick or something? Face like a damn tomato."
Tae-jun stares innocently, playing dumb.
Seeing his shameless mug pisses her off even more.
"Shut... up..."
She grits her teeth. Inside, chaos reigns.
Fuck... why am I suddenly so horny? With this asshole? Am I crazy?
Logically, it makes no sense. But her body doesn't lie. Kang Tae-jun in front of her—his playful eyes, sharp jawline—looks brutally sexy, nothing like usual.
No, but... he is hot... and those shoulders—why so broad? He working out?
Once the lewd thoughts start, they snowball, numbing her reason.
B-rank sensitivity's about this level, huh. But she's resisting. Exorcists are exorcists, alright.
Tae-jun gauges her reaction, testing his power. Before coming here, he'd tried a weak dose on a random woman walking by—she collapsed on the spot, legs shaking uncontrollably. Han Yu-jin holding out is impressive. Her holy power instinctively fights the incubus energy. But it won't last.
Tae-jun goes for the kill shot.
"Man, it's hot..."
He mutters casually, stripping off his t-shirt. His body, reborn by incubus power and honed by workouts, boasts broad shoulders and chiseled abs that make Han Yu-jin's eyes widen.
Snap. Reason snaps like a cut thread.
",,,!"
Her gaze locks on his manly frame. Pent-up lust explodes past the limit.
"Hngh...!!"
A beastly moan escapes as she lunges from the sofa, vaults the table, and tackles him. Straddling the floor-sitting Tae-jun, she grips his shoulders tight.
"H-hey... Han Yu-jin... what's wrong?"
Tae-jun feigns shock, eyes wide.
In his arms, she pants raggedly, shaking her head. Flushed face, dilated pupils—she's all instinct now.
"Haa... I don't... don't know. Why am I... with you..."
Her voice trembles with confusion and desire.
Jackpot.
Feeling her hot body and sweet breath, Tae-jun smirks where no one sees. Looking down at the gasping Han Yu-jin, he plays the caring friend, lips twitching up but voice laced with concern.
"You drunk or something? You'll regret this tomorrow— you sure you're good?"
The rational question bounces off her lust-fogged mind. Instead of answering, she grinds her thighs harder on his firm legs. The friction on her soft flesh, his manly heat—it incinerates her last shreds of reason.
"Haaah... hngh..."
Harsh breaths and moans spill out instead of words.
Tae-jun presses for confirmation, voice gentle.
"You really okay with this? No take-backs later. No regrets?"
That ignites her desire fiercer. Normally, Tae-jun would've mocked her here. But now... he's considerate. His uncharacteristic kindness fans her flames hotter. The illusion of her own will, the taboo thrill of fucking a friend—it pours fuel on her lust.
Then, his big, hot palm cups and kneads her ass softly.
"Eek...!"
A jolt of pleasure shivers through her; she yelps sharply. Even through jeans, it feels like bare skin—electric bliss races up her spine to her brain.
Nice sensitivity. B-rank exorcist body's got some perks.
Tae-jun smiles satisfied, pulling her up.
"Bed."
More command than suggestion. Like a puppet, she follows without resistance.
He sits on the bed first; she drops to her knees like a trained bitch. But he lifts her, lays her down. No time to resist—he strips her top with expert hands, undoes her jeans.
Why's he so... good at this...
Soon, her exposed body glows pale under the fluorescent light. Toned yet curvaceous, no fat—a perfect B-rank exorcist physique.
Shame flickers at the sudden nudity, but her aroused body craves his thick cock.
"Hurry... put it in... Tae-juuun..."
Begging voice. The woman who always belittled him now spreads and pleads—pure conquest for Tae-jun.
But he won't give it easy. With skills honed on countless women, he plans to savor and toy with her obscenely.
"Quiet. No rush, Han Yu-jin."
He whispers like a snake, mounting her. No sweet lover's kiss—instead, he nibbles and licks her earlobe.
"Hngh...! Ahh...!"
She writhes wildly each time. His tongue trails her neck, collarbone, to her perky nipple—near-convulsion. He rolls it, nips lightly; her back arches like a bow.
"Nooo... stop... hngh. Body feels... weird...!"
Her mind rejects, but her soaked pussy twitches, begging for more.
Tae-jun explores every inch, relishing her desperation.
"Haaaah... Tae-juuun... I'm gonna... go crazy..."
Finally, as she pants mindless in ecstasy, he sits her up wordlessly. Drops his pants, shoves his throbbing, red-hot cock in her face.
No words—just commanding eyes looking down.
The massive dick fills her vision, intimidating. She flinches. But reason's long gone. Her body, her instincts know exactly what to do.
Thick male musk assaults her nose. Hesitating, she yields—parts her lips slowly, takes him in gingerly.
"...Ngh."
Slippery glans settles on her tongue. Alien taste hits hard—fishy, but salty-sweet after. Incubus power? Her brain screams disgusting, but her taste buds drool wildly for it.
"Slurp. Smack. Churp. Schluuurp... hng... sluuuurp..."
"Fuck, this slut... tastes so goddamn good..."