Pink Aura of Desire
Yeonju's eyes widened in shock. She shook her head frantically to avoid his lips and patted his shoulders repeatedly with both hands. It was a clear sign of refusal, but Minjun paid it no mind. After all, Yeonju had ambushed him with a sudden kiss earlier when he was still, so this was mutual fault. Complaining about it now and grabbing the back of her neck would not change a thing.
Sex Eye
In his vision, the pink aura flowing from Yeonju's body began to appear. Whoa... would you look at that? He had not activated it for that reason, but through the Sex Eye, Minjun could clearly see just how deeply obsessed Yeonju was with him.
“Mmph...!! Hah...!!”
Perhaps because it was not fully developed yet, there was not much erotic aura in Yeonju's body. Yet at every point of contact with him, the aura exploded like fireworks. It was not that she had specific sensitive spots. The fact that any area touching him instantly became an erogenous zone meant Yeonju was completely, both physically and mentally, devoted to him.
It's not that she likes me any less... She likes me this much, yet she was still thinking about doing a panty run?
At this level, it was safe to call Yeonju a serious mama's girl. There seemed to be family circumstances that made her more than an ordinary mama's girl, but it was obvious that she obeyed that crazy bitch with absolute thoroughness. If he wanted to become Yeonju's true master, he would have to erase that woman's influence from her as much as possible.
Even when he raised her favorability like crazy, she still tried to obey her mother's words. Clearly, at the foundation of Yeonju's mind was an absolute command that she must listen to her mom. He had to unravel it.
Of course, undoing the psychological restraint that defined someone's behavioral principles after only a single day of meeting was not as easy as it sounded. Cinderella could not lock eyes with the prince at the ball and enjoy a refreshing one-night stand. Kongji could not snort steam and launch straight into a strip show the moment she saw Kim Gap-sa. Those women had not lived that kind of life.
They were passive women whose self-esteem had hit rock bottom from constant abuse. Like them, Yeonju must have lived under her mother's daily scolding. No matter how much she liked him, ignoring the mother she had obeyed her whole life to submit to a man she met today was practically impossible.
But this was a dynamic real world that could not be compared to any fairy tale, and while Yeonju might not realize it, Minjun was definitely not the kind but somewhat stupid and frustrating male protagonist from those stories. From the start, his mindset was completely different from those pathetic bastards. To him, this was both a sweet romance and a cold, calculated business.
“Haaah...!! Haak...!!”
From the very moment he first saw Yeonju, Minjun had been utterly hooked on her. He had poured every ounce of his physical and mental effort into seducing her quickly and perfectly. He soothed her wounded mind with perfectly tailored trash talk, kissed when a kiss was needed, and boldly groped her breasts when the moment called for it.
He left her no time to even think Is it okay to do this after only meeting for a day? Instead, he thoroughly marinated her brain with favor toward him and overwhelming pleasure. Thanks to that, even when Yeonju was on the verge of a panty-soaking orgasm, she was quickly soaked again. If Yeonju was a cabbage lying modestly in a basin for kimchi making, he was the mineral-rich sea salt poured over her by the sack. The analogy was a bit rustic, but there was no doubt Yeonju was melting deliciously for him.
“Ugh...!! Hoo...!!”
While kissing her without restraint, Minjun subtly caressed the body of Yeonju as she straddled his lap. He was not even touching sensitive areas, just gently tickling her sides or the back of her neck, yet the pleasure seemed too much for her. Her body trembled violently as if she were sitting on an electric chair.
Tsk... Feeling it this well is a problem in its own way...
It was nice to watch her feel it so intensely, but her reactions were so violent that his aim kept missing when he tried to kiss her. Her body jolted like she was riding in the cargo bed of a truck on an unpaved road, making it difficult to match lip to lip. So he changed targets entirely. Since she would feel it no matter where he sucked, there was no need to obsess over kissing.
Slide—.
He kept his lips on her face and simply slid downward. After softly stimulating her jawline and down to her nape, he opened his mouth wide, bit into her mochi-like neck flesh, and sucked hard.
Slurp. Sluurp. Sluuuuurp.
Her bouncy, tender neck meat clung tightly inside his mouth. The texture was so good that even Jeju black pig jowl seemed less chewy by comparison.
“Kyaaht!!! Hah!! Aah!!!! Ngh...!! Nggggh...!!!”
Yeonju was startled by how loud her own moan was. She hurriedly covered her mouth with both hands and tried to swallow the screams bursting out of her, producing stifled groans instead.
But Yeonju truly knew nothing. Minjun had a fetish for those stifled moans. High-pitched moans that rang out clearly did not excite him nearly as much as the choked, uncomfortable sounds that seemed to have something caught in the throat, as if she were desperately holding back pleasure.
He had realized it while covering Mihyeon's mouth and pounding her in the officetel, worried about noise complaints. The feeling of those moans that could not be suppressed no matter how hard she tried was perfect, and the more he heard them the more his mind filled with images of her biting on panties or stockings and groaning, which turned him on even more.
Huh...? Panties and stockings in her mouth...? Damn, that won't work here...?
Since the thought had come up, he wondered if it might be good to make Yeonju hold some in her mouth, but unfortunately she had not worn stockings. And he could not remove her panties inside the restaurant.
Hoo... Can't be helped.
With the mindset of using a chicken in place of a pheasant, Minjun continued sucking on her nape while moving one hand to her mouth. He gently pushed aside the hands covering it and slipped his index and middle fingers into her wide-open mouth where the moans were escaping.
“Heuk!! Heuung!! Au... Uu!!”
Surprised by the sudden finger insertion, Yeonju tried to push them out with her tongue and put up a small resistance, but it was nothing he could not ignore. Minjun freely stirred the inside of her mouth with his fingers.
Squish, squelch.
“Heu... Haaue...”
After toying with her wet, slippery mouth for a while, he pressed down on her plump, wriggling tongue, then grabbed it firmly and pulled it outward.
Sluuuuurp—.
“Haa... Heh... Euu...”
Yeonju seemed to have gone blank from the sudden perverse play. She could not react at all. With her tongue stretched long while trapped between his fingers, she let out utterly dumb-sounding moans. Minjun loved that stupid expression and those moans. They proved she could not even think about having an orgasm.
...I wonder what her moan would sound like while her tongue is firmly held?
To see more of that dumb look, he briefly lifted his mouth from her nape and watched her. That was when the curiosity struck him. He pushed the saliva-drenched fingers back into her mouth and spread them like chopsticks, clamping her tongue tightly between them.
“Auuu... Uuuu...”
Yeonju drooled messily without any control. Her sticky saliva ran down his fingers all the way to his elbow and dripped onto the floor. It was clearly a dirty, perverse kind of play, yet doing it with Yeonju did not feel filthy at all. If anything, it was closer to cute and sexy.
Anyway, it was still sexy, so his cock—which had gone completely limp when Yeonju was on the phone with that crazy bitch—began to stiffen again. He felt like he could not stand it without tormenting her somehow.
He brought his lips to her defenselessly exposed collarbone, revealed by the sweater that had slid to one side.
Chup. Chup. Chuuuup.
“Aing...!! Kehuk... Kehek...!!”
Every time he sucked on her collarbone, Yeonju moaned, but with her tongue held the sound came out grotesque. It had gone far beyond stifled and now felt completely outside the realm of normal moans. The noise she made resembled less a moan and more the sound a patient would make when a doctor shoved a long instrument into their mouth to check the uvula and mercilessly pressed the tongue down.
But it's not unpleasant to listen to...
Minjun was surprising even himself. He had thought he had a fetish for stifled moans, but it seemed any moan that deviated from the norm excited him, whether it was stifled or not.
“Kehuk...!! Kehehek...!! Haaau... Uuu...”
As much as he wanted to keep playing and listening to her moans, the location was terrible. To go any further they would have to leave the restaurant. As a finishing move, he sucked hard along her nape in one long stroke from the collarbone, then slowly withdrew his fingers from her mouth and whispered into her ear.
“You can't go home today. Understand?”
“Hah... Haa... Au... M-Minjun-ssi...”
“Don't think about your mom... Only think about me. Today...”
“Haaauuu... Haung...”
When he assaulted her ear with a hypnotic ASMR-like voice, Yeonju looked ready to die from pleasure. Every time his breath-filled voice tickled her ear, pink aura exploded from it in bursts.
“We're going to have sex. If you don't go home today, it means you and I are having sex. You know that, right?”
“Haak... Heuuut...”
“It will feel much better than now... Let's go have seeeeex. Yeonju. Got it?”
He deliberately breathed heavily on the word “sex” as he spoke to her. The line was similar in structure to a cheap kidnapping phrase from old movies—“I'll give you something tasty, so come with me”—but it worked perfectly on Yeonju. The aura that had already been exploding grew several times stronger the instant she heard the word “sex.” Checkmate.
After pulling his head back from her ear, Minjun stared straight at her from the front.
“Heuu... Haa... Uuu...”
As if she had completely forgotten about any thought of an orgasm, Yeonju looked at him with eyes melted to the core, the kind that only appeared when pleasure had eroded her to the marrow. Inside those intensely erotic pupils there was nothing but him.
“......You'll stay with me, right? Yeonju?”
Nod. Nod.
Yeonju nodded blankly.
****
Yeonju and Minjun left the room right away. Her legs had gone weak from the overwhelming pleasure, so she linked arms with him and leaned tightly against his shoulder, barely managing to walk.
It was his first time leaving a restaurant without touching the food he had ordered, but with a reliable snack sticking right beside him, he did not feel it was a waste. The bill came to a little over three hundred thousand won, more than half of it alcohol. He swiped the card without hesitation, thinking of it as the cost of the clothes Yeonju had given him.
After leaving the restaurant they caught a taxi and headed to a nearby hotel. They checked in at the lobby, took the elevator, and went up to their room.
Yeonju kept sticking tightly to his side and letting out heated moans, which left Minjun extremely aroused. He even considered pushing her down the moment the door opened, but his body was sweaty from walking around all day and his face was still sticky from the sake, so he decided to shower first.
“Let's wash together, Yeonju.”
“Yes...? Ah... Aau...”
He stripped off his own clothes in an instant and approached Yeonju to remove hers as well. He gently lifted the arm of the frozen, flustered girl, lightly pulled off her sweater, and unhooked her bra with the smooth technique he had learned from Mihyeon.
Yeonju stiffened as she became semi-nude in the blink of an eye. He did not understand what was so embarrassing when they had already bitten and sucked everything, but her upper body was insanely beautiful. Her mochi-like pure white skin had not a single common blemish. The line from her slender neck to her perfectly sloping shoulders was pure art.
Overall she had a slender frame, but it did not feel bony. She was thin in a plump, full way. Her cutely puffed cheeks, perky breasts, wider-than-average pelvis, and firm thighs gave her a definite sensual charm.
Hoo... This is so fucking hot. Seriously.
Minjun stared intently at her beautiful upper body. Yeonju bowed her head deeply, embarrassed by his gaze. After admiring her for a long time, he reached out to unbutton her jeans so he could remove the rest.
But the girl who had only been shy until now suddenly grabbed his hand.
“Th-that part... Can I... take it off myself...?”
“Why?”
“It's... um... my p-pants... are wet...”
“What? What did you say? Your pants?”
He had grown used to her mumbling by now and clearly heard her mosquito-like voice, but he pretended not to and asked again. He had a strong feeling that an incredible turn-on point was about to be created here.
“I didn't hear it well. Yeonju. Say it again.”
“Haa... Uu... Earlier at the restaurant... my pants... got wet...... If it smells or anything...”
“Why are your pants wet, Yeonju? We didn't even eat anything. Did you spill something again?”
“Aau... Uuuu...”
“What did you spill? Huh? Tell me quickly, Yeonju.”
“Haaau... Huuu...”
His heart was pounding wildly. He was too curious about what vulgar word would come from the pure girl's mouth to hold back. If the word “pussy juice” slipped from Yeonju's cute lips, that endlessly vulgar word...
Hoo...
Just imagining it sent him past full erection and straight into over-arousal.