The Reason I Quit Being a Trainee (6)
"Kuhk...!"
I finally pulled away from Oppa, coughing nonstop. My blocked airway filled up fast, and saliva sprayed from my mouth with each cough. My throat still felt stretched wide open. The sensation of his hand gripping it from the outside lingered vividly. And the length—god, no matter how much I coughed, not a drop of semen came up. All that massive load had poured straight into my stomach. He hadn't let me go until I was in that state.
"I... I almost died!"
I really thought that. Good thing this was a dream—if it had been real, I would've suffocated for sure.
"Thanks. That felt insanely good."
Oppa smiled with the serene expression of a sage. For some reason, it pissed me off.
Fine, I'd acted a bit cocky. I admit it. I'd said things that got on his nerves. That too, I admit. But refusing to let go no matter how much I slapped his thigh? That was too much. If he was gonna be like that, he shouldn't have told me to slap his thigh in the first place!
"As expected, only you, Min Deulle. Ari never could've lasted to the end. Little sis beats big sis, huh."
"D-Don't get all smug about that—I'm not happy at all!"
Oppa chuckled and poked my breast with his finger from the side. Tap tap. Then he carefully slipped it between his fingers and said,
"Slide the chair back a bit so we can get into position."
"Just like that, all casual..."
"I want to connect with you even deeper."
"..."
He pinched my right nipple between his fingers and dropped that romantic line. It was so absurd I let out a hollow laugh.
"I don't think... I'm ready yet?"
I glanced at his softened cock, and the half-deflated thing twitched, lifting its head once.
"Won't take long. Hurry."
A bit miffed, I pushed the chair back. It was already spacious for one person sitting alone; shoving it all the way created even more room. Oppa stripped off his pants and shirt completely. The car windows were still open, but luckily, no one passed through the parking lot.
"Can't you... close the windows?"
"Why? You wanna keep that sexy voice just for me?"
"Y-You wanna let other people hear the girl you like whimpering...?"
I'd been held by him twice now, so I knew. Once that thing entered me, I couldn't control my body. I'd try to stifle it. I'd swear not to moan. Those resolutions were pointless. Especially now, all riled up like this—if he took me, my voice would echo through the whole damn parking lot.
"I do wanna let them hear. That I'm holding such a great girl. Young, killer body, ex-idol trainee—and I'm making her feel so good. I wanna brag."
He sweet-talked me with praise. I knew what he was doing, but it didn't feel bad.
"It's all about how good you make the girl under you feel. That decides a man's worth, right?"
Oppa lifted my legs, knees against the seat. He reclined the chair to lay me halfway back and grabbed my breasts with both hands.
"Eut...♥"
My swollen nipples got sucked into his mouth. The way he sucked and licked was so lewd. It even reminded me of that previous dream where milk was coming out—I couldn't hold back the moan. I reached down. Leaning over, I carefully gripped his cock and placed it on my stomach.
'It's scorching hot...'I could feel it hardening in real time. Growing bigger bit by bit in my hand. Like his feelings for me were gathering, taking shape.
'In reality, he's probably thinking of Unni every night, making it swell like this.'The human heart is so sneaky. When I first visited the cafe, I wished he wouldn't touch me. I hoped he'd leave me alone. Not meddle in my life. I didn't want to hear lectures about studying. Don't interrupt my alone time. That's what I thought. So I made a deal with Unni's photos as bait. I'd send one a day if he left me alone. I even threw in a threat: break the promise, and I'd spill his crush to Unni.
But now? I regretted it. Taking Unni's pics every day was a hassle. Sending them to him sucked. Knowing he'd stroke himself huge looking at them made my stomach twist.
'Unni has a boyfriend. Keeping this weird thing with Oppa on the side... isn't that just stringing him along?'Fishing for options, or a backup in case she breaks up.
'No way Unni doesn't know.'Even a dense girl like her would notice. I spotted it right away. Her boyfriend had a vague idea too and was getting territorial.
'Pushing Oppa's feelings aside... she's just been enjoying the attention. For over ten years.'That's sneaky. Poor Oppa.
'So maybe I can really steal him? No more dating bans now... and Oppa doesn't have any flaws...'Running a cafe young. Handsome face. When he looks up from sucking my tits and meets my eyes, my heart races. Manly build. Once you're under him, he won't let you up till your womb's stuffed full. And his cock goes without saying. Reality might differ a bit there, but even without it, no reason not to date him.
"Deulle-ya. Spread it open with your hands?"
"..."
I knew what he wanted. No words needed—I just did it. Tschup- I pulled my soaked panties aside and spread my most private spot wide with both hands. The space no one had ever entered cracked open just a little. My panties had been drenched since the moment I shoved his cock in my mouth.
"Huu... Just the skirt looks pretty cute too."
He tapped my pussy with his now rock-hard cock, looking down at me. The emotion on his face was closer to raw lust than love. But I didn't feel repulsed or hate it.
"You like... skirts better than pants?"
His glans poked at my hole teasingly. No telling when it'd push in. Didn't matter when. I looked up at him, holding myself open.
"Tennis skirts are cute."
"Unni doesn't wear those much."
"That's what I regretted."
"Haa...♥"
Very slowly, his cock burrowed inside me. Leisurely tearing my third hymen, giving my first time to Uju-mong Oppa once more.
"Th-Then I'll wear them for you."
I kept talking even as he thrust deeper. He grinned, pleased.
"Yeah. Only you, Min Deulle."
"Hngh...♥"
Sudden hard thrust slamming my womb made my voice spike. My thighs trembled at the fullness deep inside. Oppa stayed still, gazing down. Root-deep, savoring the girl clenching sweetly around him.
"Y-You're not gonna move?"
"Ending quick would be a waste. I wanna stay connected to you longer."
"..."
I clenched involuntarily. Like I was advertising how much that line thrilled me. Realizing it made me even more embarrassed. But I didn't avoid his gaze. Just like he savored me from above, I savored him from below.
"W-What's there to regret? We can do it again."
His hand stroked my waist. Maybe 'cause it was my slimmest era, his eyes lingered there.
"You'll let me do it again?"
"If you want... anytime."
Seducing a guy with your body could be a weapon. When that sleazy manager said something similar, it turned my stomach. But with Oppa, it felt okay. Somehow. I wanted him that bad.
...
I minimized my movements to savor Min Deulle. The car was cramped—no wild thrusting possible. So I gave up on intensity, focusing on keeping my cock buried as long as possible. Taming her insides. Building pleasure till she couldn't take it, then creampie. How much time passed like that? Silently tasting her, rocking my hips little by little for tens of minutes. Slowly, I slid my hand to her neck.
"You like this, right?"
"Y-Yes... I l-love it..."
Min Deulle grabbed my arm lightly choking her and climaxed hard. I pressed my hips down, unleashing all the cum I'd held back.
Brurrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!!!!
Brubrubrubrub!!!!!!
Brubrubrub!!!
"J-Just a bit harder... Kghut...♥"
The dream ended with the creampie. Before I could fully savor the afterglow. Before checking how wide Deulle's hole had stretched. Before seeing the white semen gushing out from inside. I just kissed her cheek like that.
