Can You Relieve What's Built Up? (1)
It wasn't long before I scraped together the thinnest shred of consciousness — and found myself lying naked, staring up at the ceiling.
If I let my eyes drift just a little lower…
Sliiide—
Han Minah, every bit as bare as I was, sat astride my stomach and leaned down toward my face. The atmosphere was much the same as before — her hands planted on either side of my head, her waist bent low over me.
"It's a test, isn't it, Woojin-ssi."
"Yes. It's a test."
"Hmm… All right. Just stay still for now, okay?"
As if she already understood exactly what this "test" really was, she dipped her head and licked my neck.
"Chuuup… chup, chuup, chup, chuuuup…."
But then again — maybe this was what it meant to deal with a woman who knew what she was doing. Han Minah didn't stop at simply licking my neck. She did something I never would have imagined.
She lifted her hips just slightly, reached a hand down between her own thighs, and…
Sliip—
…teased the head of my cock with her fingertips — the same cock that had been prodding insistently at her backside.
And still —
"Auum… tsup, chuuuup… chuup, chup, chup, chuuuuup…."
— she kept licking my neck.
But it would be a serious mistake to think the only places Han Minah was stimulating were my neck and the head of my cock.
Han Minah's greatest weapon had always been her chest.
Sprawled over me, licking my throat, her hips raised just enough that her weight spilled even more heavily forward — she funneled every ounce of that soft, springy, yielding pressure straight into my chest.
Squish-squish-squish-squish—
My neck.
My chest.
The head of my cock.
And on top of all three, the sheer mental satisfaction of knowing that every last one of those sensations belonged to Han Minah…
"Haaaaaah…."
A completely vacant sound slipped out of me before I could stop it.
Watching my face, Han Minah smiled.
"Heh. Feels good?"
"…Haa. Yes. It feels good, Team Leader."
"Want me to make it feel even better?"
"Even better?"
"Mm. As much as you want."
With a look full of quiet confidence, she smiled and slid a little farther down my body. She settled those heavy breasts right onto my stomach, then —
"Chuuuup… chup, chup, chuuuup— chuuuup… hnn…."
— gently licked my nipple, watching my reaction the whole time.
There was no mistaking it. Looking at Han Minah, this didn't look like someone trying to pass a test. This looked like a woman chasing her own hunger.
Just how much had she been holding back?
"Chuuuuup… haa, chup, chuuuup…."
Sliip— sliip— sliip— sliip—
Licking my nipple.
Watching my face.
Slowly rubbing her breasts against my stomach.
And on top of that —
Stroke-stroke-stroke-stroke—
— her hand was gliding up and down my cock.
Watching Han Minah multitask with such perfect ease made the urge to bury myself inside her surge up hard and fast. Receiving this kind of service from her felt incredible, of course — but it felt so good that I found myself craving something even stronger.
Her every move was so precisely calculated that I almost wondered if this, too, was part of her plan. Tease me like this until I couldn't stand it anymore — until I shoved myself into her myself.
As if she could read that look right off my face —
"What is this? Didn't you say you'd take care of my needs, Woojin-ssi? Looking at you now, it seems like you're the one who's more pent up than I am."
Han Minah teased me with a sly little smile that somehow wasn't unkind at all.
"Well… that's because you're too good at this, Team Leader."
"What am I good at, exactly?"
"Making a man feel good?"
"Mm… which part, specifically?"
She already knew. Of course she did. And still she wanted to hear it from my mouth one more time. Han Minah rested her chin lightly on my chest and smiled with her eyes.
"Your chest feels amazing. The way you lick me feels amazing. And your face… how pretty you are. And the way you keep touching me with your hand."
"Ahh… so that's why you want to do it already? Something like that?"
"Exactly. Because you're just that good at it, Team Leader."
At the sudden praise, Han Minah let out a bright little laugh and slowly dragged the breasts resting on my stomach farther down.
This time, they settled across my thighs.
And once her chest was there, of course, my cock was right in front of her face.
Han Minah eyed it for a moment.
"Hnn… those things you said to me before, Woojin-ssi. That it was thicker than my wrist, how long it was… I figured there had to be at least a little exaggeration in there."
"And now that you're looking at it for real?"
"Turns out Woojin-ssi is a very modest man."
Maybe it was because we already knew each other as a man and a woman — there was this faint, simmering sense of a power struggle running under everything. And Han Minah seemed determined to seize that initiative for herself.
"Hauum—!"
Without the slightest hesitation, she took my cock into her mouth.
And then —
"Tsup, chuuuup, tsup, chuuuup, uuuuum, tsup, chuuuup, tsup, tsup, chuuuuup—!"
"Haa…."
— she sucked it like it was the most delicious thing she'd ever tasted.
It was the kind of suction that made me understand what people meant when they said they felt like they were being swallowed whole. Han Minah went at my cock with real, hungry enthusiasm — pushing it all the way to the back of her throat, sealing her lips around it and pulling up with wet, greedy suction, all while her tongue gently lapped along the shaft.
But her eyes —
"Hnn… tsup, chuuuup, uuuuum, tsup, chuuuup, chuup, tsup, chuuuup—!"
— never left mine.
Han Minah knew exactly how a man who liked to watch wanted to be treated. She also knew exactly what words would make him melt.
"Uuuuum, tsup, chuuuup, haaah… If you want to come, you can come, Woojin-ssi. You said we'd do it more than once, so it's fine."
If I wanted to come, I could come.
If I finished in this position, it would paint her face and hair. If she didn't want that, she'd have to take every drop in her mouth.
But whether it was her mouth or her face — for a man, those were the kinds of finishes you craved almost as much as finishing inside. The fact that she was offering me both of them made something warm and pleased unfurl in my chest.
Except Han Minah, who knew exactly how to work a man up, had no intention of stopping at just that.
Just a little.
Sliiiiide…
She leaned her upper body forward, and my cock — already slick with her saliva — slipped neatly between her breasts and sank out of sight.
And even so —
"Whoa…."
— the head still jutted out from between those enormous soft mounds, right in front of her lips. Han Minah looked at it and laughed like she'd found something delightful.
Given the angle, actually moving or rubbing her breasts was probably difficult…
"Chuuuup, tsup, chuuuup, tsup, chuup, chuuuup, haa… hauuum, tsup, tsup, chuuuup—!"
…but that also meant my cock was essentially locked in place right in front of her mouth. So Han Minah simply took the head between her lips and sucked it hard and shamelessly.
I'd assumed she wouldn't be able to work her chest much in this position.
But every time she bobbed her head to suck me, those impossibly soft breasts swayed and jostled, gently caressing my cock from either side.
Visually.
Tactilely.
Auditorily.
"Chuu…up, tsup—! Chuup, chuuuuup… haa, hauuum, tsup, chuuuup… tsup—!"
Feeling Han Minah through all three senses at once, it didn't take long before I felt like I was about to tip over the edge.
I rested a hand lightly on her head.
"Ha… Team Leader, I think I'm getting close…."
The moment I said it —
"Aum—."
"……."
"…What?"
— Han Minah pulled her mouth off my cock.
Then she smiled — far more wickedly than Lim Jiwoo, far more wickedly than Chae Dayeon — and crawled right back up toward my face. Just like when she'd licked my neck earlier, she rose over me, bent down until her lips brushed my ear, and whispered:
"No. You have to come inside."
I had to come inside.
Barely a minute after telling me I could finish in her mouth if I wanted, she'd flipped the script completely. Han Minah straightened back up.
And the sight of her from where I lay — straddling my hips on the bed —
"…Can I put it in?"
"Ah. Yes."
"Heh…."
— was enough to drive a man out of his mind.
That face, radiating a noona's unhurried composure.
Those enormous breasts half-hiding it.
The way her torso flared wide and then cinched sharply in at the waist.
And then —
Thud—
— that broad, solid pelvis, wide enough that resting your hands on it felt like finding a sturdy ledge.
As if she still had one more thing to show me, Han Minah tensed her thighs and lifted her knees just a little.
And once she settled into that pose…
Drip—
…her pretty pussy came into view, a bead of slick already dripping toward my cock.
"Haa, haaaaah…."
"Looks like you're a little worked up yourself, Team Leader."
"Ha… How could I not be? When you've got it standing up like this and you're driving me crazy."
Han Minah reached down, took hold of my cock, and lined the head up against her entrance.
And without a single moment of hesitation —
Sliiiiiink—
— she dropped her hips straight down.
At the same time —
"Haaaaaaaaaah…!!"
"Huu…."
— Han Minah breathed through it her way, and I breathed through it mine, both of us hanging on.
Honestly, her reasons for bracing herself were obvious enough. Mine were a little different.
Unlike Lim Jiwoo, whose pussy had clung so tightly it refused to let go, and unlike Chae Dayeon, whose ridges and folds had been so vividly textured — Han Minah was…
"Haa, haa… ah, haaaaah…! Ssss… mmph, Woojin-ssi, haaah… it's too, it's too big, Woojin-ssi, this is really… haaaaah…."
Even when she wasn't moving at all —
— it writhed. Twisting, squeezing, gripping, stroking, like a living snake, stimulating my cock from every direction at once.
And with that pussy, Han Minah had taken my entire thick length all the way to the base. Then —
Thud—
— she set both hands lightly on my stomach, tipped her weight forward, and —
Slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap—!
"Haa, haa, haaah… haa, haang, haaang, hh… haa, haang, haaang, haaah… haa, haaah…!"
— started bouncing just her hips, twerking herself down onto my cock over and over.
Even if the only thing she was deliberately moving was her ass, everything connected to her shook hard right along with it.
Her hair, freed from its ponytail, spilling softly over her shoulders.
Those enormous F-cup breasts.
The soft thighs clamped against my sides.
Every single one of them stole the eye — but what held mine hardest of all was still Han Minah's face.
Golden retriever. Big, warm dog energy.
An angel.
That soft, enveloping noona aura.
The woman who'd always carried that impression was now —
Slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap—!
"Haaaah… Woojin-ssi, ahh… nn, haa, haa… it feels too good, hh, ha, haa, haa, haaah…! Haa, what is this, Woojin-ssi, haa, haaah…!"
— riding me herself, wearing an expression that belonged to a complete slut.
Biting her lip.
Sweeping her bangs back with her own hand until her hair was pulled fully off her face.
Her eyes drowning in pure heat.
Was it even possible for a woman who used to smile so gently, just to make the people looking at her feel better, to become this obscenely lewd…?
Slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap—!
Squeeeeeze…!
"Haaaaaah…!"
Han Minah clenched down hard around me, moving so fast she tipped herself over the edge all on her own.
Apparently it hadn't been a lie when she said it had been a long time — that the need had piled up sky-high.
"Hh, ah, ahhnn, ha, haaah… haa, haaaaah…!"
She dropped her head and trembled hard.
Honestly… compared to everything she'd shown me so far, the finish was a little underwhelming.
I was just starting to think I'd have to take over myself when Han Minah snapped her head up, smiling in a way that was almost frightening.
"…Ha. It feels too good, Woojin-ssi."