Naked Wet Shirt Gopchang House (2)
"Here you go."
The gopchang restaurant staff brought over the ordered gopchang and soju. It was a different employee from the one who'd spilled the soju—not surprising, since that one was between my legs.
Damn, even after a whole day of this kind of thing, I still couldn't get used to it.
Mmm...
That thought crossed my mind as I watched the soju-spilling staffer sucking on my crotch.
"You listening~?"
Yoo Yeonhui whined, drawing my gaze back to her. More precisely, it was her shirt—drenched from spilling booze while she drank, just like the staffer's. Even more precisely, it was the way it clung so perfectly to her soaked breasts.
"Yeah, sure. I'm listening."
"Liar. What did I just say?"
"That the section chief pisses you off."
"Exactly!"
I was half-tempted to record this for posterity. Yoo Yeonhui, drunk off her ass, ranted nonstop about everyone at the company who rubbed her the wrong way.
Slurp... haah... pants are done. Now I'll clean your underwear too.
"Y-Yeah?"
Up you go—lift your hips a bit?
She'd said she'd clean them, but she was legit sucking on my pants with her mouth. Was this what they meant by "oral cleaning"? But underwear too?
"Uh, so after the underwear... what's next?"
"Of course, your dick."
"Duh~ If the staff spills, she has to suck your dick clean~"
Yoo Yeonhui was clearly hammered now. Every word had a rhythmic lilt, like she couldn't contain her drunken buzz.
"Whoa..."
The staffer let out an impressed gasp at my dick, visibly hard even through my panties, then continued.
"Sir, you're huge. Mmm..."
Yoo Yeonhui flaunting her big tits under that wet, clinging shirt—naked underneath—and now this gopchang girl offering to suck me off. If that didn't get you hard, you weren't a man.
She marveled at the bulge through my panties and took it in her mouth. The wet spot from the booze lined up right around the head.
"So the staff spills, she sucks your dick?"
"Yup!"
"What if you spilled?"
"I'd suck it!"
Straight-up answer. Her tits—two hefty slabs—jiggled wildly as she gestured emphatically in her drunken state. Unlike at the office, no bra to hold them, so they bounced painfully free.
Big-breasted girls are supposed to hold their tits when they run, right?
I wondered if those shaking ones in front of me followed the same rule.
Mmm... slurp...
Meanwhile, between my legs, the gopchang staffer nursed at my dick through the panties like it was a bottle. After a day packed with handjobs, blowjobs, and full-on sex, her teasing just left me frustrated.
Of course, it was turning me on.
Men are never satisfied, no matter how much they cum. Especially when the girls keep changing.
"Whoa..."
Another gasp from between my legs. My dick had gone full mast, tenting the panties obscenely. I asked her name as she gawked, mouth agape.
"What's your name?"
"Me?"
"Yeah."
"Ah..."
The staffer glanced at my dick again before answering.
"Lee Chaewon. Twenty-two."
What the hell was I supposed to make of that? I ask for her name, and she eyes my cock first?
"Hey, you hitting on her right in front of me?"
"Hitting on her?"
I had zero interest in dating. In a world where I could fuck any girl I wanted, why tie myself down?
"Like at the convenience store... you're so rude when you're with a girl!"
I wasn't even her boyfriend—what did she care? Women's logic was beyond me. Probably just drunken nagging, not actual feelings.
"I'll take off your panties now."
"Ah, okay."
"Feel free to talk casual. You're older than me, right, oppa?"
"Guess so?"
I snuck a peek at Yoo Yeonhui's face as I replied. She looked sulky in a weird way.
Does she actually like me?
Or maybe just stringing me along.
"Lift your hips."
"Okay."
And there it was—the word slipping from Yoo Yeonhui's lips.
"Like it?"
"Not really."
The answer shot out before I could think. Ex-girlfriend PTSD kicking in. How long had it been since we broke up, and she was still pulling this shit? Just as annoying as back then.
"Quick answer."
"Programmed response."
"What program?"
Her sulky expression cracked into a smirk. Fast reply was the right play.
Mmm...
"Ugh!"
"What?"
"...Her teeth grazed the head."
Second time today, post-lunch. Luckily, no damage this time either.
"Really? I'm better, right?"
"Yeah."
Yoo Yeonhui hadn't nicked the head her first time either. But hearing her say it like that? Bizarre. Especially since it'd happened at lunch today.
"Sorry! Slurp...!"
"Ngh!"
Lee Chaewon's sudden move—sucking my head like a straw—drew a groan from me.
"Want me to take over?"
"Take over? Why?"
"Just... she looks tired. Helping out."
Slurp! I'm fine! Mmm...
I wasn't the one who answered Yoo Yeonhui. And Lee Chaewon brushed it off like nothing.
"Like it?"
"No."
"I'll do better!"
"No, you're already—!"
Schlurp...!
"Mm!"
Lee Chaewon swallowed half my dick and sucked in a huge breath.
Schlurp—slurp...!
It felt like she was vacuuming out every last drop left in my urethra from the convenience store load. Her cheeks hollowed, head pressing against them as her tongue worked the underside—pure skill.
Impressed by her technique, I asked,
"Where'd you learn this?"
Ex-boyfriend's training? Nah, that earlier tooth graze seemed genuine.
Slurp, haah... a friend taught me. Mmm.
She spat me out to answer, then dove right back in—like she couldn't waste a second.
"Boyfriend?"
Come to think of it, she wasn't blowing me because I'd charmed her. This was just the building's warped common sense. A boyfriend wouldn't be weird.
Mmm... slurp, no? I'm single.
"But a friend taught you?"
"Idiot, young people like us do this before dating~?"
Drunk Yoo Yeonhui jumped in, trying to bond with Lee Chaewon over seeming "young." Wrong, though.
Nope? My girlfriend friend taught me. Smooch smooch, lick.
Denying Yoo Yeonhui, Lee Chaewon sucked from the base—balls included—up to the head, then swirled her tongue around it.
"Learned that from a girl?"
Ughmm.
"Mm."
Not wanting to spit again, she mumbled around my dick. I couldn't make out the words, but her unpredictable tongue sent fresh thrills through me.
Schlup...! Haah, I can give you her number if you want, oppa.
"Lucky guy?"
"Haha."
What was this world coming to? People's tastes changing with reality itself?
Me, getting this kind of treatment.
A glimpse into the life of those so-called "hot guy" types.
"What do you like about me?"
"Well... smooch!"
She kissed my dick before answering.
"Your dick's huge."
"You pick guys by cock size?"
"It's important."
She gauged my length with her fingers as she replied.
"Mm."
I was pretty big. In places where dicks were on display, guys scrambled to hide theirs.
"So, gonna ask?"
"Ask what?"
"For my number. You gonna ask?"
Bold as hell. And a girl asking for my digits first? Novel.
"Just give it already. She's young and hot."
Yoo Yeonhui's nudge sealed it.
Later.
Better not now, hassle or not. We weren't dating or even flirting, but she was my work superior. No need to piss her off.
"Sorry."
"Hehe."
Yoo Yeonhui let out a satisfied chuckle at my refusal.
"Can't be helped. Back to sucking."
Lee Chaewon pouted regretfully, then engulfed me again.
Slurp, schlurp...!
"Mm."
She went at it like we'd never meet again, tongue relentless, urging my load.
Meanwhile, Yoo Yeonhui transferred perfectly grilled gopchang to my plate, prodding me to eat.
"Here, dig in."
"Thanks."
Clink!
Slurp!
Y-Yes, hnn!
Lee Chaewon sucking harder as our glasses clinked threw off my toast. But Yoo Yeonhui didn't bat an eye. Guess not giving out the number was enough? In her current common sense, Lee Chaewon wasn't flirting—just doing her job.
Slurp, schluuuurp... slurp...!
No joke—felt like my dick might get yanked right off.