Secretly at the Cafe (3)
'Ah.... I should stop.... ♥' My heart pounds at the thought of getting caught. This isn't a dream. It's reality. If my little sister sees me like this right now, I might witness the exact same look on Min Ari's face that I saw in the dream. Schlurp— I ease my head forward as slowly as possible. The cock, right on the brink of eruption, burns hot and savage. It clogs my throat tight, twitching and jerking in agony. But the more the torment builds, the wilder my excitement surges. I can relive something close to that dream experience here in the real world. Unlike back then, this man is fighting desperately to keep it hidden. Those thoughts make it impossible to rein myself in.
"You said your stomach wasn't feeling great...."
"Still, we had this planned ages ago. Can't just bail on him."
"I see. Just... drink in moderation...."
I grip Uju-mong's thighs with both hands and crawl even deeper beneath him. His cock jerks upward, trying to lift my head. But it's lodged firm in my throat, refusing to budge. All I can do is bow my head low and wait for the climax.
Spurt-spurt-spurt-spurt-spurt-spurt-spurt!!!!
Splurt-splurt-splurt!!! Spluuurt!!!
In that instant, the ejaculation begins.
'I just told Ari to drink moderately.... but you're merciless with me.... ♥'
I don't even need to swallow on purpose. Just like in the dream, I open my throat and let the semen pour in.
"Jumong."
"Y-yeah..?"
His voice trembles with pleasure. He tenses his thighs hard, struggling not to look pathetic in front of the girl he likes. All while dumping his load down her sister's throat, secretly savoring the thrill of betrayal.
Yeah. Just like I'm indulging in this illicit deviation right here in everyday life.
"Hey... if I get too drunk and can't make it home alone... can I call you?"
"...."
Uju-mong hesitates for a moment before answering. Even as his cock keeps pumping out semen in vigorous spurts.
Ari's impressive. Coming up with a ploy like this on the spot....
Yesterday, I gave Min Ari a little nudge. How about stirring up her boyfriend's jealousy? If not, use him to provoke Uju-mong's jealousy. Or screw the boyfriend and just sleep with Uju-mong instead.
She must've set up this drinking date in a hurry. Hell, the whole thing might be a lie....
What is Ari aiming for? Her boyfriend's body? Uju-mong's heart? A fuck buddy arrangement?
Schluuuurp— I slowly pull the cock from my mouth and catch my breath. I keep just the tip between my lips, stroking the shaft with my hand. Once I'm steady, I suck it up deep again, devouring every last drop of semen trapped inside.
"What about your boyfriend...? Why ask me instead of him?"
"He hates it when I drink...."
"...."
"Not saying you're a boyfriend substitute or anything. You're just the closest friend I've got. That's all. Pretty please."
The twitching cock dribbles out a few more drops. I roll my tongue over the slit in the glans, and the tremors intensify.
'Yeah, yeah. Felt good, huh?'
I start swallowing the now slightly softened length whole once more.
"A-alright. If it gets that bad... call me."
"Thanks. See ya."
The door opens with a jingle. Moments later, Uju-mong lifts his apron and peers down at me.
"...."
"...."
I flash him a smile with my eyes. Aside from the arousal, there'd been real pain too—tears brim in my eyes. When I narrow them, the tears stream down my cheeks.
"Thought we got caught...."
Even as he says it, he doesn't push me away. Must mean it feels amazing to have his cock held in my mouth right after cumming.
"Knock it off and get out. Gotta make an iced Americano."
Truth be told, the drink was just an afterthought to the semen. Nice to have, but no big loss if not.
"Haa.... ♥"
I release the cock with a deep sigh.
"Is it 'cause the girl you like was right there...? You came so aggressively."
"...."
"Wanna pick up where we left off yesterday...?"
I kiss his cock and rest it atop my face. With half my vision blocked by it, I gaze up at Uju-mong.
"...."
He ponders for a second, a flicker of conflict on his face. But I never hear his answer. Before he can speak, the jingle rings out again—the cafe door opening.
"...Welcome."
I swallow my disappointment and watch Uju-mong quietly. He calmly pulls up his pants and underwear to greet the customer. Makes the drink like absolutely nothing happened.
'Feels kinda like me working with a dildo inside...?'
He'd just gotten a blowjob. Dumped thick, sticky semen deep into the woman under the counter. Still hasn't fully gone soft, stuffing that cock back in his pants. Yet he acts as normal as possible.
'Hope our Jumong gets addicted to this deviance like I have... ♥'
I swallow, savoring the lingering taste and scent in my mouth.
....
"Bitter. Guess I prefer tea over coffee after all. Want some?"
The customer leaves, and Jangmi noona crawls out from under the counter, casually offering the iced Americano.
"No thanks."
"Why? Indirect kiss too much for you? Kinda cute side you got there."
"Tastes like my cum. Pass."
"Ouch.... That's harsh. After a girl choked it all down without even breathing?"
She sidles up beside me, nudging my hip playfully. But no guilt stirs in me.
"Over half of it was 'cause you wanted it. When did I ever ask you to drink it?"
"Spitting that much out would've been a mess. You shoot buckets."
"Whatever. Head back already. To where Min Deulle's sitting or wherever."
"What? Heart racing too hard being around noona?"
"...."
"Wanna grope my tits?"
Jangmi noona pushes boldly, relentlessly. Honestly, I do want to touch them, but I grab her shoulders instead and steer her out from behind the counter. Better if I escort her to Min Deulle myself.
"Deulle. Jangmi noona's here."
"Huh?"
Min Deulle, deep in her studies, startles and turns. She checks the time and tilts her head.
"Huh? Sis hasn't closed up yet, right?"
"Closing a bit early starting today. Gotta manage my condition."
Obvious lie. Probably plans to shut down early every day now to come see me.
"What about Ari? She go ahead?"
Pretending ignorance despite knowing everything. Jangmi noona slips naturally into the corner booth, yielding the seat next to Min Deulle to me.
"Said she had a drinking thing."
"A lightweight making drinking plans? Doesn't her boyfriend drink either?"
Min Deulle shrugs like she couldn't care less.
"Being alone helps me focus better anyway."
"Oh, Deulle. Wanna try this?"
"Huh?"
That's when noona slides her iced Americano toward Min Deulle.
"Not big on coffee."
"This isn't just any coffee. It's one Jumong made with a special recipe.... something like that."
"Special recipe?"
Min Deulle takes the iced Americano and glances at me. I shake my head immediately.
"Noona's lying. Made it the usual way. No need to try it."
"Deulle, didn't you say you wanna run a cafe someday? Gotta know coffee tastes then. Fun to guess what's in it. C'mon, just one sip."
How can a sister be this wicked? Min Deulle knows my cum's taste. She might pick up on it if she drinks this. And right now, Jangmi noona's pushing it on her with exactly that in mind.
"Fine, just a little then. But I don't drink coffee much, so no way I'd tell the difference...."
Finally, Min Deulle parts her lips and slips the straw in. Jangmi noona licks her lips, eyes flicking between me and Min Deulle.
"Well? Notice anything?"
"Ugh.... Just bitter."
"See? Told ya, plain coffee. Noona was messing around. Don't force it if you don't like it."
"Aw, so sweet only to Min Deulle. Already this close? Our Deulle's something else."
"I-it's not like that."
Blushing, she takes another long pull from the coffee. Then quickly changes the subject.
"Still, sis might be right. Doesn't make sense for someone who wants to run a cafe not to know coffee. Oppa, could you make me a hot coffee too?"
That's when Jangmi noona grins and pulls out her card.
"One hot tea for me as well. Loaded with that special sauce."