The Baby Kitten in Pantyhose (4)
It had been a few years ago, back before I even had a job, when I went over to my girlfriend’s place.
She kept a cat, and because cats still felt novel to me then, I threw myself into every trick I could think of to get on its good side. At first it did nothing but hiss, but once I started handing out treats, dangling toys, and fussing over it in general, it warmed up enough to come to me on its own.
One day it wandered over out of nowhere and started licking my hand. That was the first time I ever really looked at a cat’s tongue.
Whether you called them bumps or spines, something dense and textured covered the surface. Having that tongue drag across my skin felt like having an itchy spot scratched with a fine-toothed comb—oddly, thoroughly pleasant.
And that exact sensation—
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“Haaaah… ah, nngh, nnngh, haa-ngh, ah-nngh, ahngh, Woojin… ah, Woojin-ah, Woojin-ah, Woojin-aaaaah… aahng, ah-nngh, ah-nngh, aahng, aaaaahng…!”
—I was feeling it now, against the walls of Chae Dayeon’s pussy.
We hadn’t even been moving that long, and already the urge to come was surging up hard. That was why.
Because she was clamped so tight? Because she was so narrow?
Of course those things played a part. She was a virgin, after all. Tightness was only natural, and the way she squeezed too hard from sheer inexperience was natural too.
But still.
“Uuughhhnngh, uungh, uu… ah-uuungh, nngh, nnngh, haa-uuuughhhnngh…!”
“Hoo…!”
Dayeon’s pussy felt like slamming into an onahole packed with artificial ridges—built for the sole purpose of wringing every last nerve in my cock.
So I declared defeat without actually finishing. Instead—
Pahng-!
—I drove in hard, once, forcing her to taste every scrap of pleasure she’d piled up in her body so far.
And Dayeon—
“Uuuuuuuuuughhh…!!”
—trembled so hard it almost hurt to watch, her pretty little body shaking as she came with unmistakable force. Not just her hands—her toes curled and fidgeted too. Her back arched like a drawn bow, the way the memes always said. Her pussy gushed slick in thick pulses.
But if I had to pick the strongest proof, I’d take her voice.
“Nnngh… uuu, uuugh, a-uuuungh… nngh, ah-ngh, nngh, haa-uuuugh…!”
That distinctive moan of hers I’d been hearing from the start. She claimed it was her first time. Claimed she had no libido. Claimed even climax itself was brand new. And still, from the very beginning, she kept pouring out that low, rolling uuuungh—exactly like a cat’s purr.
For roughly thirty seconds she shook, fidgeted, twitched, clenched and released around me, and moaned through all of it. Then—
“…Haaaaaaaaah…!”
—matching the intensity of her reaction, Dayeon looked up at me with a face lightly sheened in sweat.
“Woojin… Woojin-ah, I… I want a ki…ss, a kiiisss…”
A cat that came asking for kisses first. There was no way I could hold out against that.
I lowered my head and brought my face in close to hers—but I didn’t actually kiss her.
So instead, Dayeon looped her arms around my neck and pulled me down herself.
“Ah-uumm… chup, chuuup, chup, haah, haa-nngh… aum, chuuuup… chup, haa-ngh, a-uumm, chup, chuuuup…”
“Haah… Dayeon-ah. Feel good?”
“…Ungh. Good… good, goooood…”
God, she was ridiculously cute. Her face. Her expression. The way she talked. That voice on top of it. Every single piece of her was adorable—and at the same time, she made damn sure I remembered she was a woman.
By—
…clenching down hard around me.
And the funny part was—
“Uuuuuuungh…!”
—like a total idiot, the squeeze shifted the angle of stimulation, and Dayeon let out another rolling purr while her eyes begged me to move.
This time I dropped my hips a little lower and thrust up from underneath, a shallow upward stab.
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“Uuuuuuungh…!!”
Naturally, what filled my vision wasn’t her face anymore but her throat and collarbones—and from all the motion so far, I could see she’d broken a light sweat. Neck. Collarbones. Chest. Especially under her arms.
Even if she was the type who didn’t sweat much, apparently that didn’t hold through movement this rough.
And that particular constitution of hers—
Poke—
“Sssssss…”
—felt like it was about to become a fetish of mine.
I buried my nose in her armpit and breathed her in, and at the same time—
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“Uuuugh, nngh, ah-ngh, nngh, ahngh, ah-nngh, ah, ahngh, aaaahng…! Woojin…ah, Woojin-aaaaah… smell, no smelling, I hate the smellll… nngh, uuuungh…!”
—my hips sped up hard.
But it didn’t take long to realize that the faster I moved, the more it cost me. Those ridges—or folds—were the problem. I’d stopped earlier because I was already close; starting again, even a little motion piled the pressure back on faster than before.
This time I didn’t think I could hold it.
“Hah… Dayeon-ah. I’m coming inside.”
“In…side? Inside’s no… no good, no… no, you caaan’t…”
“If I come inside, I’ll give you more points.”
“Ah-ngh… nnngh, nngh, nnngh, then in…side, insideee… ahngh, uungh, uuuuuungh…!”
Pahng-!
Byurururut—! Byurut—! Byururut, byurut—!
“Huuuuuungh…!!”
“Haah…”
I emptied everything I’d been holding back, and my cum filled Dayeon’s pussy in thick, pulsing floods. Whether she could feel the impact of each heavy spurt—
“Uuuugh… nngh, ah-ngh, nngh, nnnngh… nnngh, haangh, ah-uuuugh…”
—she twitched, then twitched again, her whole body shivering.
Still, once it was done—
“Dayeon-ah. Is today a dangerous day, by any chance?”
“That’s… ah, nooo…”
“Then why’d you say I couldn’t come inside?”
“Just… just in case, you knowww…”
I’d dumped it in on my own terms and only then got a little worried enough to ask. With Lim Jiwoo, considering everything she’d already taken from me, this much would barely register—but Dayeon was someone I’d wanted to approach more gently.
“…Dayeon-ah. You’ve got… medicine or something, right?”
“Haah… I-I do have some, but…”
“For your period?”
“…Ung.”
“If anything… happens, tell me. I’ll handle it with you. I’ll take responsibility.”
“Nnnnngh…”
I wanted to say that to her. Not as empty noise to soothe a girl—because the Dayeon I’d gotten to know was someone I genuinely wouldn’t mind if something like that happened with.
Of course—
“That said, don’t go… deliberately skipping the pills or slacking on it. Got it?”
“…Ung. Got iiit…”
I’d already decided to be a bastard and a dog, so I had zero intention of giving up creampies.
Because—
“Then I’m going again.”
“A-again?”
“Yeah. A few more times… or do you want to stop?”
“……”
I wasn’t a one-and-done body anymore. And Dayeon, who already cared more about sex with me than about promotion—
“…Do it more. More…”
—was always going to answer like that.
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“Haaaaaaaaaauuuugh…!!”
I slammed my hips in hard from the first thrust, aiming straight for round two.
“Dayeon-ah. Get up.”
“Aooooooong…”
“What kind of noise is that. Get up. We’ve got work.”
“Oooooong…”
She really didn’t need to take the cat impression this far. Dayeon wriggled in place, making the little snuffling sounds of a tiny kitten snoring.
In the end—
Smack—!
—I gave her ass a light swat.
“Hik!”
“Get up, Dayeon-ah. We have to go to work.”
“Nnnnnngh…”
“……”
Like a wary cat rumbling a low uuuungh, Dayeon glared up at me through eyes still thick with sleep.
And what was I supposed to do about that.
Poke— poke— poke— poke—
Staring at me with a face that cute didn’t exactly give her leverage.
Sqeeeeeze—!
I mashed her cheeks hard, and Dayeon, face squished every which way, let out a tiny hiss.
“What are you… wh-what are you doiiing…”
I considered how best to settle a hiss like that, then—
Peck—
“We’ve got work. Go wash up already.”
“…Ung.”
One light kiss, and Dayeon wriggled her way off the bed and into the bathroom.
While she washed up first, I opened the HR Management App and scrolled through Dayeon’s current status. Among the long stretch of messages, the line that jumped out hardest was, of course—
Current HR Score — 0 pts (±)
Her HR Score.
Through the HR Management App, there were three things I could control: HR Score, Promotion Desire, and Remarks.
Set Promotion Desire to Very High, and the target would grovel for real in front of me, their promotion supervisor. Drop it to Very Low, and they’d probably start looking down on me instead.
Remarks were basically a notepad—somewhere to jot down a target’s traits. And for both of those fields, the moment I touched them, reality updated to match.
Which meant HR Score should work the same way. Raise it or lower it, and it would apply immediately. But would the target even notice?
I thought it over for a second, then—
Current HR Score — 3 pts (±)
—bumped Dayeon’s HR Score up by three points.
Lim Jiwoo, who’d been put through worse, had only gotten two. Dayeon’s score ran higher because of the atmosphere around her. If I let her know she’d gotten a pretty good evaluation, maybe next time she’d come on even stronger. And a cat that actively sidled up to people and flirted was something I simply could not resist.
Creak—
“Woojin-ah. You wash too.”
“Ah— yeah.”
A moment later, Dayeon stepped out with a soft, freshly washed face and stood in the bathroom doorway, staring straight at me.
I wondered why she was looking at me like that, until—
“…Thanks.”
“Hm? For what?”
“For the promotion points.”
“Ah…”
So she had registered that I’d raised her HR Score. She’d tried to thank me in that flat, blank way of hers.
I wouldn’t do it to Dayeon—but if I lowered someone’s score, that would probably trigger a real-time “reaction” too. Had it been the same with Lim Jiwoo? Was that why, first thing Monday morning, she’d asked me to lock in the next appointment?
If that was right… promotion points might be an even stronger weapon than I’d thought.
So—
“Dayeon-ah.”
“Ung?”
“Come here.”
“……”
Grinning from a good morning mood, I opened my arms so she could settle into them. The way a pet will rest its chin in the V of your fingers when you hold them out—
Thump—
—Dayeon trotted over and nestled into my chest.
I hugged that small, cute frame tight and lifted her straight up, and—
“Auuuuuuugh…”
—even without raising her very high, her feet left the floor. She really was on the short side. Small enough that she was light, too; easy to pick up.
Like playing with a baby kitten, I fooled around with her for a bit, washing temporarily forgotten—then finally headed into the bathroom myself and cleaned up fast.
Time for work.
And time to go see the other Intensive Management Targets, too.