Object of Devotion

Kim Youngae's face turned bright red.

On its own, the act was just simple doggy style. But the phrasing—"cleaning my cock with her pussy"—combined with the fact that she had to take the initiative made the hurdle far too high for Kim Youngae.

She looked at my face and realized I had no intention of moving for her.

Kim Youngae's status messages grew more complex.

Finally, Kim Youngae reached a conclusion.

'Straight-laced values ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠can be helpful sometimes.'

Turning her back to me, Kim Youngae reached behind, fumbling until she grasped my cock. She flinched at its overwhelming size in her hand but soon positioned her pussy close to my glans.

Squish...

"Ahh...!"

"Good girl. You're such a good girl, Youngae."

"I don't know... Hng... Hng..."

As my massive cock filled her completely, Kim Youngae began to tremble.

Without activating Action Hand, I gave her ass a light smack.

"Youngae, you did well getting it in, but to clean my cock, don't you need to move?"

Hearing that, Kim Youngae began to rock her hips ever so slightly.

"Hnnng... Ahh... Song Teacher..."

"Yes, Youngae. You're doing great. Just like that."

As she got into the motion, I pushed my hips forward just a bit, making her waist freeze and flutter in short bursts. The initial rough friction soon turned slick with her juices.

Around then, I pulled out and got into the bathtub with her. The warm water filled it to the perfect level.

I draped my arm over Kim Youngae's shoulder in a back hug, reclining halfway into the tub.

"Good work, Youngae. Shall we rest now?"

"Ah... Yes. You worked hard too, Song Teacher."

"How long are you going to keep calling me Song Teacher?"

"Pardon?"

"I changed how I address you. Try calling me Yunho."

"Ah..."

With the back hug, I couldn't see her face, but I could feel her embarrassment.

"Yun... ho."

"Good girl. You listen so well—you're such a good girl, Youngae."

As a reward, I patted her head. I felt her body relax softly under my touch.

It had been a while since I'd had this kind of leisure. 'Filling the tub and enjoying a bath like this—it's been ages for me too.'

I savored the sensation of the hot water enveloping my body and the feel of Kim Youngae practically lying on top of me. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠I splashed water to tease her nipples or blew gently on her hair tickling my face, making her twitch each time.

"...You're so cute, Youngae."

"Pardon? What brought that on... I'm older than you, Song Teacher."

Oh dear. She got a little indignant at being called cute. Well, her usual speech and demeanor weren't exactly "cute" territory.

But without a doubt, Kim Youngae was an incredibly cute woman.

"Come on. You're twelve years older than me, yet you're so clumsy and inexperienced it's weird—like you know nothing at all. At your age, it makes me wonder what you've been doing with no experience or resilience."

"Eut..."

Kim Youngae couldn't rebut.

I pulled her even tighter into my embrace.

"I'm not saying it's bad—quite the opposite, actually. So don't worry. I'll teach you everything from one to ten, engrave it all in you."

Kim Youngae fell silent. Her status messages displayed new emotions.

Instead of saying more, I just smiled faintly and enjoyed the trembling of her soft skin. We shared light, ticklish skinship in the quiet bath.

Hmm. Apparently, I wasn't the only one enjoying it. Kim Youngae's body was hot—not from the tub water, but from her sexual desire and arousal igniting like a fuse.

Her body was heating up more and more.

'But that's enough for today.'

Though her status showed thoughts like 'Yunho always reads my mind like a ghost—maybe he'll do it again now,' I held back.

Twenty-nine days left. I had to conquer her within that time.

Even halfway there, buildup was still crucial for Kim Youngae.

'The basics of ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠push-pull are making them desperate.'

Whether for heart or body, the principle was the same.

The Seoral University Business Department freshman chat group was created, and schedules for the welcome party and OT came out. It coincided perfectly with the end of my one-month promise with Kim Youngae.

I'd quit the beauty center job and devoted all my spare time to her.

At first, she made excuses to cut back our time together.

"Yunho, I think I need to go get some treatment at the beauty center."

"Why go when you have me? Look in the mirror."

"Pardon? ...Oh my, my face...?"

I subtly erased her skin's laxity and fine lines with it, blocking her.

"Oh, I have a social gathering today..."

"If you leave now, I'll get so disappointed I might follow you. You sure?"

"...Next time."

Sometimes twisting her arm a bit, I maximized our time together.

A baseline of three hours a day, up to six when longer—I massaged and caressed her, tasted her depths, and taught her how to please a man.

The first week passed.

Week one focused on optimizing her body for pleasure.

I slathered her in oil and juices, awakening her entire body's sensitivity to the extreme.

Squeeze, squiiiish.

Pressing hard on Kim Youngae's nipples arched her back like a bow.

"Haaah...! ...♡"

"Oh, good. Great reaction. Your body's developing nicely, Youngae."

I slid my hand lower.

"Now, let's check this side."

My two fingers plunged through her already soaked pussy lips.

"Nnghh...! ♡"

"Already so sloppy. You've become a woman who gets wet at the slightest touch, Youngae."

"W-Wait... Hnngah..."

Of course, I didn't wait, thrusting into her pussy freely.

Squelch-squelch-squelch-squelch-squelch-squelch-squelch.

"Hnnnhaaang...! ♡"

Her lower body shuddered, thighs clamping my forearm.

Thanks to aggressive Action Hand use, her pussy now climaxed quickly no matter where I teased.

Her waist writhed like a snake to my rhythm. Each finger thrust inside and palm grind outside made clear juices flow like peach nectar.

Just before her spasms peaked, I pulled out—her empty hole clenched wildly. Even her anus above twitched visibly.

"Hnnng... Aaaah..."

Kim Youngae gazed at me, letting out heated sighs.

A week of shallow orgasms like gentle waves, no crashing peaks. Her body was ablaze.

I smiled in satisfaction.

"Looks sufficiently developed now."

The second week passed.

Week two taught her how to please and satisfy a man.

"Alright. Let's review what I taught you this week?"

"Yes..."

Kneeling between my legs, Kim Youngae cautiously pressed her lips to my cock.

Her tongue flicked over my glans before it slipped into her mouth.

"Mmph... Slurp..."

The warm, wet sensation of her mouth drew a groan from me involuntarily. Watching my reaction, she began bobbing her head.

After savoring the pleasure briefly, I tapped her ass with my foot. Glancing up at me, she let the pooled precum and saliva drip onto her chest while sucking, wrapping her slick E-cups around my cock.

"Does it feel good, Yunho?"

"Yes. Good girl. Feels amazing..."

After a long paizuri session, I pulled her body up. Tapping my lips, she kissed me, our tongues softly entwining.

Then I told her, "Now, what comes next?"

"Next..."

Kim Youngae's cheeks flushed, but she didn't stop. Climbing fully atop me, she planted her feet, lifted her ass, and aimed my glans at her pussy from directly above.

Squish.

"Hng..."

"Good girl. What did I say to do first?"

"Unless Yunho gives instructions, just tease the glans... with my p-pu... pussy clenching to make the glans feel good..."

"Right. Let's try it."

"Yes..."

Her hot pussy lips enveloped my glans. Her ass descended only until the ridge, then rose again. She repeated the motion.

Squelch, squelch-squelch-squelch.

Squelch-squelch-squelch.

Soon, clear, sticky juices dripped down my shaft from her pussy.

The married woman's massive ass shook before my eyes. Her status messages floated clearly above her head.

'Well developed.'

The past two weeks had been a resounding success.