The Fox Who Used to Dump Her Work (2)
Arms and legs stretched out, I lay perfectly still and stared at the ceiling.
"Schlup... slurp, schlup, slurp..."
There was a particular kind of feeling that came with Lim Jiwoo draped over me, her tongue tracing along my neck.
"Haa..."
Nothing that could really be called the main event had even started, and yet this alone was enough to pull a long, empty breath from my lungs. Her tongue tickled along my throat. Her breasts pressed heavily against my chest. Her firm abs brushed against my cock. And her flesh itself had a subtle solidity to it — not a question of wet or dry, but of soft versus taut. By that measure, just as she'd claimed about sculpting herself with yoga, the skin against mine was remarkably taut.
I wanted nothing more than to lift a hand from the blanket and run it down her back...
"Haa... schlup, schluuup... slurp, slurp... slurp, schluuup..."
But I didn't. Not for the sake of Jiwoo, who was licking my neck with such earnest effort. If I recalled the third Remarks field I'd entered on her page just a moment ago, the instant my hand made contact she would start dripping slick. And then it would become much harder to watch her serving me in this relatively clear-headed state.
"Schlup, slurp..."
"Haa... that's nice. You're good at this, Senior."
"Slurp, haa... yes."
"You're not just going to lick my neck the whole time, are you?"
"Ah, no."
It was only early evening anyway, and besides...
"Come to think of it, Senior — what were you originally planning to do tomorrow?"
"Slurp... tomorrow? I was just going to stay home..."
"So you were just going to rest, then."
"That's right."
Today was Wednesday. Normally tomorrow and the day after would have been workdays, but everyone who'd attended the new-hire orientation had been given two days of paid leave. Which meant tomorrow was a day off as well.
"Thinking about it, I'm glad I decided to test you today, Senior."
"W-why?"
"Because if you want to satisfy me... you might not be able to get out of bed tomorrow."
Meaning that even after watching Jiwoo serve me with a clear head for a long while, there would still be more than enough time left for the "test." How she interpreted that was another matter.
"......"
"Go on."
"Ah, yes."
She wore a complicated expression for a moment, then shifted her body a little lower and began licking along my collarbone.
"Schlup, slurp, schlup..."
When she'd been working on my neck, I hadn't been able to see her face. Now that she'd moved lower, I could see her watching my expression as she licked her way down my body.
Sly little thing.
They say a face can completely change how someone comes across, and Jiwoo's face — glancing up at me, hesitating, thinking — looked like a fox with a sly glint of mischief in her eyes. The kind of look that said, how shall I bewitch you? In reality her thoughts were probably nothing but how fucked this all was, but her features were so fox-like and coquettish that that was how she looked to me.
With that face...
"Schluuup..."
Starting from my collarbone, past my chest, her mouth arrived at my lower stomach. Alright then. What if I put a hand on her here...
Tap.
I set my hand lightly on top of Jiwoo's head as she stared fixedly at the cock right in front of her.
While she'd been licking Woojin's body, his cock hadn't been in her line of sight — and yet Jiwoo couldn't get it out of her head. Of course she couldn't. She'd been pressed right up against him the entire time she licked.
Long. Thick. Hard.
For someone with no experience at all, Jiwoo could already see exactly how she would react the moment that thing went inside her. Earlier she'd wondered whether a promotion was really worth having sex with Woojin for. But now it was looking more like she might end up using the promotion as an excuse to keep doing this with him...
Tap.
As if telling her not to think about anything else, Woojin's hand settled on top of her head...
"Nnh..."
Jiwoo felt her body suddenly flush hot. A flinch. She summarized every reaction happening inside her with that single word — flinch — and without meaning to, she dropped her head. The place her face landed was right beside Woojin's cock. She rested her cheek against his pubic bone.
Stroke. Stroke. Stroke.
As Woojin stroked her hair, Jiwoo drew in a deep breath and let it out just as deeply. She didn't know why her body had become like this, but she knew well enough what happened to her when she got into this condition.
"Haaaaa... haa, haaaaa... haaaaaaaa..."
The urge to suck the cock sitting right next to her face. The urge to take in the cock that kept bumping against her cheek. The urge to be roughly taken by the man stroking her hair. In other words: lust.
As that lust surged up, Jiwoo followed instinct and shifted her face just a little to the side. There it was — Woojin's cock, the one that had been brushing against her body this whole time. A cock as long as her face. A cock thicker than her wrist. A cock as hard as bone.
This cock...
"Haa, aahh-mph, slurp, schluup, hngh-mph, slurp, schluuup...! Slurp—! Schluup, haa, aahh-mph, slurp, schluup—!"
Jiwoo sucked it with everything she had. She pushed it right up to the entrance of her throat. She flicked her tongue against the base. She nipped at the shaft with her lips. And then, at some point—
"Ah..."
What did I just do?
Lim Jiwoo looked refined. It was a little ridiculous to judge people as "refined" or "unrefined" based on their looks, but there was a certain feeling that word carried. The kind of woman who'd eat daintily. Walk with poise. Choose elegant words when she spoke. Even the fact that she had no "experience" until now felt like it fit — as if she'd spent all this time looking for a man worthy of someone as refined as herself.
And that Lim Jiwoo...
"Haaaa... haeuuuph, slurp, schluup, slurp—! Schluup, haa... haeuuuph, slurp, haeuuuph, slurp, schluuup...!"
...was sucking cock like she was starving for it. Breathing hard. Never taking her mouth off it. Drool running down her chin. Calling her filthy wouldn't even begin to cover the way she looked right now.
"Haa, aahh-mph, slurp, schluup, hngh-mph, slurp, schluuup...! Slurp—! Schluup, haa, aahh-mph, slurp, schluup—!"
Jiwoo was sucking my cock like it was the most delicious thing she'd ever tasted. But then I slid my hand off the head I'd been stroking, and Jiwoo...
"Ah..."
...blinked her eyes a little wider, looking around like a patient just coming out of anesthesia. That didn't mean the need that had built up in her body simply vanished.
"Haa... haaaaa, haaaaa..."
Her breathing was still quite rough. So she stared blankly at my cock, thick with her own saliva, as if questioning the state she was in.
"Are you done?"
"What?"
"You said you'd satisfy me. I figured maybe you were finished, since you were sucking so hard and then suddenly stopped."
"Ah..."
Hearing my voice seemed to bring back everything up to the moment she'd nearly lost her mind, and she flinched.
"Would you like to lie down this time, Senior?"
"No, I'll... I'll do more, Woojin-ssi."
"It's fine. I want to now, so lie down, Senior."
"Ah..."
"It's not because I didn't like it. It's fine."
I shifted out of the way, and Jiwoo reluctantly crawled over to lie down where I'd been. Head on the pillow, eyes turned to the side. But her words were for me.
"Are you going to... put it in right away?"
"If that's what you want, Senior, I will."
"That's..."
By handing her the choice, I also handed her the shame. If she said she wanted it, she'd look like a filthy woman begging for this huge cock without even being touched first. And if she said she didn't, she still wouldn't like the idea of me having to pleasure her.
After a very brief hesitation, Jiwoo said:
"Then... in a little bit."
Rather than admit to being filthy, she seemed to have decided to just endure the fucked-up feeling. She turned her head to the side and squeezed her eyes shut.
To look at that face from even closer...
Tap, tap.
I planted my hands on either side of her face and leaned down over her. This was the first time I'd seen Jiwoo's face from this close... and the fact that a face I'd already described so many times was now close enough that a slight lean would put my lips on hers was moving in itself.
But my mouth didn't go to her face. It traveled much further down. From her face to her chin. From her chin to her neck. From her neck to her collarbone. And from her collarbone to her breasts.
Schluup—
"Haaaaa, nnh...!"
They say jumping straight to sucking on a woman's breasts isn't particularly good foreplay. Apparently the woman feels pain before pleasure...
Schluuup—
"H-haaahng... nnh, nnhh, ha, haaahng...!"
Looking at Jiwoo now, I could tell that was wrong. Of course it was. The knowledge I originally had was for a normal body. Jiwoo's body right now was anything but. She was already so aroused that the mere touch of my hand had made her suck cock like she was starving — so even as I sucked and tugged at her nipple...
Schluup—!
"Ha...aaaaaaah, nnnnh...!"
...she felt nothing but pure pleasure. Not a hint of pain. And then, if I...
...tap.
...set my hand on the other breast.
"Haaaaaang...!"
Just from being touched, Jiwoo's arousal flared all over again. Her already-burning body grew even hotter, and she let out moans thick with that nasal, sweet tone of hers. What's more...
Sliiide — squeeze...!
She wrapped both hands around my head and pulled me in tight — those same hands she'd raised toward the pillow as if she didn't want to touch me. She was this worked up, so I went all out.
Schluuup—!
"Hngh, aahng... nnh, nnnnh, haa, haaahng, hngh... nngh, hnnngh, hnnaaahngh...!"
I licked her nipple with my tongue. Nipped it with my lips. Sucked it hard. Then I switched — mouth and hand trading places — giving each nipple a different kind of pleasure. Large. Springy. Smooth. Jiwoo's breasts had every quality that made you want to keep touching them, keep sucking them.
But there was somewhere even more compelling.
"Haa, nnh, haaaanh, ha, haaaaaa... haaa, haang, haaaaaa...!"
"Hoo..."
I took my mouth off her breasts and checked her face for the first time in a while. Jiwoo, too, seeming to feel my gaze, looked at me...
"Haaaa, haaeu, nnnnh, ha, haaaaa...!"
"......"
I couldn't take it. Originally I'd planned to go further down — to look at Jiwoo's pussy, touch it, lick it, put my fingers inside and torment her for a long, long time. After tormenting her thoroughly, I'd planned to play with the Jiwoo who would beg me, please, to put it in.
But.
"W-Woojin... ssi, ha, nnh, haaaanh..."
Jiwoo's slyness was not something the likes of me could withstand. Those already fox-like, coquettish eyes, now welling with tears, looking at me like that — holding back would have been the more unnatural thing.
Tap.
I set my cock against the entrance of Jiwoo's pussy, and—
I sank it straight in.
"Haaaaaagh...!!"