Cool My Heat (8)
All eyes were on her. It was Seong Hwayeon.
She wore a tight mini dress beneath an open coat, deliberately thrown back to flaunt her figure. The curves of her body were on full display.
Seong Hwayeon let out a coquettish moan as she linked arms with Kang Geon.
Even at those degrading words, Seong Hwayeon simply clung tighter to Kang Geon's arm.
With so many eyes on her, this was an order no ordinary woman would ever obey. The crowd assumed there was no way a woman with a model-tier body would strip her panties in the middle of the street. No way a stunning beauty like her would toss aside all pride and follow the commands of a man who looked so much younger.
But Seong Hwayeon didn't hesitate for a second. She hiked up her dress, slipped her thong off, and smoothed the fabric back down.
Seong Hwayeon placed the warm panties she'd just removed into the student's hand. Kang Geon rewarded her by groping her breast. Treated like a cheap whore in front of everyone, she simply acted cute and coquettish.
Kang Geon led Seong Hwayeon toward the parking lot. The student who received the panties stared at Kang Geon with envious eyes, then brought the underwear to his nose.
Huuup.
The panties disappeared into his pocket.
Kang Geon and Seong Hwayeon got into his car.
Seong Hwayeon knew that having a woman most men could only dream of, and showing her off, naturally felt good.
Seong Hwayeon bent at the waist, unzipped Kang Geon's pants, and took his cock into her mouth. He snapped a photo of her with her face buried in his lap and posted it to his SNS. A luxury car, a beauty giving head in the passenger seat. The kind of scene every man dreamed of at least once. He enjoyed the flood of envious comments and questions about who the woman was before finally starting the engine.
Seong Hwayeon asked while licking his cock. Her breath tickled his pubic hair.
Kang Geon headed for the department store. The entire way, Seong Hwayeon never took her mouth off his cock. Anything that came from his body could cool her burning heat, so every time she swallowed his precum, a refreshing chill ran through her and made her ass tremble.
Kang Geon lifted the hem of her dress and toyed with her pussy. He loved this position—his cock in her mouth, his fingers buried in her cunt.
He pulled the car over in a quiet spot and got out. When he walked around to the other side, Seong Hwayeon was already bent over the seat with her hands braced and her ass pushed out invitingly. It was an ass that begged to be fucked. He took another photo and posted it to SNS, then flipped up the rest of her dress. Her glistening pussy winked between those firm, bouncy cheeks.
Once a woman had her hole opened, she craved sex like a madwoman. That was exactly Seong Hwayeon's state now.
Schluuurp.
The moment his cock slid inside, her pussy rejoiced.
Seong Hwayeon shuddered, head drooping. Every nerve in her body was focused between her legs; she could even feel the veins pulsing along his shaft.
Kang Geon savored her reactions and the way her pussy clenched around him. Watching a woman known as the boss of Hellfire, feared by every new Inviter as an extremely dangerous figure, lose her mind over a single cock was an intensely satisfying feeling of conquest.
He didn't care if anyone saw. In fact, if someone was watching, he'd thrust even harder and proudly show off how he was claiming a rare beauty right there on the street.
Words that would have gotten any other man burned to ash without leaving a corpse, Kang Geon said without hesitation.
Seong Hwayeon could no longer hold back. She began grinding her hips in circles and nodded frantically.
Kang Geon gripped her ass hard, pinning her in place.
It wasn't completely deserted, but it wasn't crowded either. Even knowing people might hear, Seong Hwayeon—already half lost to pleasure—obediently accepted her punishment.
. . .
Her loud cries drew a few people closer.
The women turned away in disgust. Most of the men reacted the same, but a few gave thumbs-up in approval. The moment their eyes landed on her, Seong Hwayeon burned with unbearable shame—and felt a boiling lust rising from the depths of her soul.
She quickly realized what that feeling was. It was similar to the thrill of being watched during exhibitionism, yet different. It was the dangerous pleasure of being forced to display her humiliation.
She still didn't know whether she enjoyed submission itself or the act of showing it off, but either way, Seong Hwayeon had sunk to the very bottom of the swamp of pleasure. And there, she found nothing but pure feminine ecstasy.
Her thighs trembled violently. Her knees buckled again and again.
Slap!
Her ass rippled from the impact of his palm. The shame of sticking her ass out for a man in public, the sting on her cheeks, and Kang Geon's merciless degradation all flooded Seong Hwayeon with pleasure.
She panted hotly against the passenger seat.
Seong Hwayeon obeyed without hesitation, and Kang Geon pounded her pussy with powerful thrusts. While he came once, she climaxed five times.
Still floating from heaven, Seong Hwayeon searched for something to wipe away the cum and juices dripping from her pussy. There were no tissues in the car, and she never carried such things herself—she always had subordinates do it for her. In the end, she created a small flame inside her pussy to dry it quickly. It was her first time using a skill inside her own vagina, but since the flames she summoned never harmed her, it worked well enough.
Worried that leftover cum might leak out, Seong Hwayeon spread her coat on the seat before sitting down. Kang Geon drove them to a department store in Gangnam.
Even there, Seong Hwayeon drew every eye. Her full breasts, narrow waist, wide hips, and long legs formed curves that perfectly matched humanity's primal ideal of beauty. When such a woman clung to a man who looked far younger, Kang Geon received jealous stares from other men.
Every time he noticed those envious looks, he openly groped her breasts or ass to remind them she belonged to him, then sneered.
Seong Hwayeon picked out three full sets of suits, watches, belts, and shoes for him. With her excellent fashion sense and deep knowledge of luxury brands, everything she explained and chose perfectly suited Kang Geon's taste.
Hellfire had split into five factions that constantly checked each other, so they often couldn't compete with other organizations.
Whenever Kang Geon got horny during shopping, he fucked Seong Hwayeon. Fitting rooms, restrooms, emergency stairwells—wherever there were few people, their sweat dripped onto the floor.
After finishing their shopping and eating, they went straight to a nearby hotel. The moment they entered the room, they tore off every piece of clothing and dove into frenzied sex. For two hours they moved from spot to spot—biting, sucking, groping, and fucking. Doggy style by the window while looking out at the Han River was especially satisfying.
Once he'd vented enough lust, Kang Geon lay on the bed with Seong Hwayeon and enjoyed the afterglow. Just looking at her body filled him with satisfaction.
Seong Hwayeon gently brushed her foot against his. It was an expression of affection. Even she was surprised that she could act so femininely.