Between Love and Colleagues (4)
Like any other woman, Minjeong occasionally masturbated. Curled up under the covers, she'd rub her clitoris with her fingers until she reached a light climax. That was enough to refreshingly relieve her pent-up desires, so she'd never felt a great lack even without a proper man in her life. Perhaps that's why she overlooked it—the body of a female wrapped in the facade of social norms and rules was, in truth, so close to pure instinct.
"Haaah..."
Yuchan kissed her body with excruciating slowness. There were nineteen moles scattered across her entire form. He spent a full hour lavishing each one with the tip of his tongue. The mole on her inner thigh, right next to her labia, received especially thorough attention. He teased her arousal higher and higher, keeping just enough distance to skirt danger. As his mouth finally pulled away, Minjeong rubbed her thighs together and let out a needy whine. An hour of foreplay, and not a single direct touch to her erogenous zones—just those moles on her pale skin. Her frustration had built up layer by layer, swollen to the point where the slightest prick would burst it open.
"Please... stop... haaah... put it in..."
Yuchan snatched her wrist just as she unconsciously reached for her clitoris. He'd refined her desire so meticulously; he wasn't the type to let her release it on her own.
"How long... are you going to... just kiss me like this...?"
Minjeong wiggled her hips, her eyes flicking to his towering erection. She'd always scoffed at the screaming women in porn, thinking their acting was so obvious. Even if women's pleasure was greater than men's, it was just one sensation among many. Listening to those exaggerated AV moans designed to fulfill male fantasies had even struck her as vulgar. That confidence had come from ignorance.
She tried to hold back, embarrassed to beg so coquettishly to Yuchan, who'd been by her side for a year. Even as his lips left meticulous kiss marks all over her body and his tongue teased her most sensitive spots just shy of satisfaction, she'd vowed to maintain her usual composure.
"Oppa, you're such a pervert... You want to see me... haht... desperate like this?"
"Yeah, your eyes are glazing over—it's pretty. Sexy."
He could feel her love juices soaking the sheets from her clenched, rubbing thighs. To Minjeong, who'd never imagined her pussy could produce so much fluid, even his beastly voice felt like a fragment of a dream.
"I'm begging you to put it in... hng..."
She shot him a sulky glare as he smugly ignored her, stroking her breasts without touching her nipples. Those untouched nipples stood stiff, begging to be pinched, but still nothing.
The poised, sharp Korean teacher from the classroom was gone. Lying there at an angle was just a bitch in heat, craving cock.
Yuchan thrust his member right in front of her eyes. The thick shaft cast a shadow over her face. Veins bulging along its rigid length, it pinned her gaze. Her hot breath from her half-open mouth tickled his balls.
"Since you're a Korean teacher, Minjeong-ssi, you know what this is called, right?"
Her deer-like throat bobbed with a gulp. What had once looked terrifying now seemed more desirable than a luxury bag—a magic wand.
"If you want it, say it. Nice and clear."
His tone was utterly unlike his usual polite, courteous speech. She used formal language, but he treated her like a maid, casual and commanding. Playfulness laced with the desire to torment her sent a delicious shiver of depravity through her.
She wanted him to treat her even more roughly. To force even more shameful sights from her. An inexplicable masochism ignited in her chest.
"Uh... penis..."
Yuchan rubbed his cock slowly across her dazed, unfocused face like he was applying makeup. Even as it was the first time in her life a hard dick touched her face, Minjeong said nothing. If she weren't so aroused, she'd have felt at least a twinge of disgust. But the elegant beauty just fixated on it, obedient as a good student, following his lead. Her tongue half-protruded from her lips—she was barely holding back the urge to lick it.
"Not that pretty, refined word."
"Oppa, I didn't know you were into this...?"
"Does it bother you?"
"No, not really... but it's not like I love it... haa..."
Yuchan shrugged, studying her flushed face of shame. Her words sounded dissatisfied, but her voice betrayed her excitement. He lightly tapped her perky nose with his cock, urging her on.
"Then answer me."
"Heh... cock..."
"Is 'cock' standard language?"
"It's... pure Korean and standard... Is this what people normally ask during sex?"
"What's wrong with it? It's fun."
He'd thought her arousal would let it slide, but apparently not. Stroking her innocent, questioning head, he asked in a lower tone.
"Then what's the vulgar term?"
"Hmmm..."
Even a virgin like her must have heard it plenty. As she pretended to hesitate from embarrassment, he reached for her labia. His thumb and index finger gently pinched the plump, aroused outer lips.
"Hik... hik...!"
"Say it right, and I'll make it even better. You've held back so well."
He hadn't touched her clitoris or even inside her pussy, yet she arched her back rigidly, letting out a lewd cry. She was already that sensitive, that starved.
"Ah, haang... it's so embarrassing..."
"Come on."
Minjeong made a face mixing sensuality and shame just right, then whispered softly. The urge to be fucked hard outweighed her embarrassment.
"Dick... there? Kyaa...!!!"
Yuchan slipped his hand under her waist and flipped her over. Suddenly