If You Don't Say It, I'll Just Take It Off?

"If you don't say it, I'll just take them off?"

"W-wait a second!! It's... it's my juices!! I think it's my love juices!"

"Huh? What's that supposed to mean?"

I knew perfectly well what love juices were. But I couldn't settle for something that tame. No, I had to hear the filthy word "pussy juice" spill from Yeonju's own lips.

"U-um... it's what comes out when it feels really good... I learned about it, but I didn't think it'd come out this much... hngh..."

"Ah~ You mean pussy juice?"

"...Hic!"

"Why are you getting so embarrassed? Come on. Say it. Pussy. Juice. Yeonju."

"E-eeh... hic!"

"If you honestly ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠admit that you leaked pussy juice because it felt good, I'll let you take off the rest yourself."

"Hngh... haa... t-that's..."

"Or you can just stay quiet."

I reached for the waistband of Yeonju's pants in a deliberately threatening gesture. She frantically grabbed my hand again, squeezing it tight.

"I... I leaked pussy juice... hnngh... because it felt good... I leaked pussy juice..."

"..."

BOOM. BOOM. BOOM. BOOM. BOOM.

I had been seriously underestimating this. All the trashy lines I'd been spitting out all day were nothing but light flirting compared to this. The way her eyes squeezed shut in shame, the faint tears clinging to her lashes, and that trembling, quivering voice. The Yeonju before me right now was the ultimate little brat, the absolute pinnacle of erotic cuteness.

It was like ultra-enriched uranium, perfectly centrifuged, had finally achieved critical mass and detonated directly into my skull. My intellect and reason were vaporized at the atomic level. All that remained was a pitch-black, ashen desire to fuck the naked girl in front of me.

"M-Minjun...? ...Hah!"

Yeonju must have instinctively sensed something had changed in me. She started slowly backing away. But behind her stood a massive bed that easily dwarfed even a king size. She tripped over it and fell into the perfect position to be devoured.

I approached the fallen Yeonju slowly, then mounted her body to keep her from moving. With one hand I pinned both her slender arms to the mattress.

"Hngh! M-Minjun...!"

"...Stay still. Don't move."

"Hnn... haa..."

When I whispered the command directly into her ear, her squirming body froze instantly. She was obeying better than I'd expected, so I released her wrists and instead gently stroked her hair. The tension in her face melted away at my touch.

"Good girl. You listen so well, my Yeonju."

"Hngh... heee..."

"Stay perfectly still until I tell you to move. Got it?"

"Uuh... haa... y-yes... I understand..."

Now that I'd extracted her promise, it was time for the real feast. After a moment of deliberation over where to start, I buried my face in her widely exposed armpit. It smelled sour and salty, perfect as an appetizer.

-Lick.Lick lick.

"Hngh! N-no... Minjun..."

'What the hell... this is...'

I'd only meant to give it a light lick, but Yeonju's armpit was far more delicious than I'd imagined. I began tasting her in earnest.

-Lick lick lick.Slurrrp.Sluuurp.

"Haa!! Haah!! M-Minjun... not there!!... Aah!! Nooo!! Hiiit!! I haven't... ngh!! washed yet... haah!!"

Just as she'd said, her natural scent was thick in her armpit. But if anyone asked if it was unpleasant, the answer was a resounding no. I'd thought I might only like it a little, but that was a complete miscalculation. Who actually enjoys eating armpit? Turns out, it was me.

-Sluuurp.Sluuuurp.Sluuuuurp.

"Hiiit!! Don't suck... haang!! Don't suck on it!!"

I buried my face in ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the curved valley of her armpit and sucked like a vacuum cleaner devouring carpet. Her armpit flesh filled my mouth, and I chewed on it like squid, gnawing and savoring every bit.

-Chew. Gnaw. Munch.

"Haa!! Where are you... kyahng!! It... it smells... Minjun... please... haah!!"

Smells? Though my mouth was full of her armpit flesh and I couldn't speak, if I'd had a second mouth I might have told her to stop talking nonsense. Actually, that second mouth probably would've just gone for the other armpit... but anyway. This wasn't a smell. It was flavor!

It was tart like lemon, tangy like pomegranate, bittersweet like dark chocolate, and refreshing like mint. There was no special technique involved. It had simply been aged for one day in a cool spring breeze, yet Yeonju's armpit could easily surpass the world's three greatest delicacies—caviar, foie gras, and truffles. Of course I'd never actually tried those, but if someone asked whether I'd rather taste the three great delicacies or Yeonju's armpit, I'd choose the latter without hesitation.

Even a Michelin three-star super chef would realize everything he'd cooked before was mere preparation the moment he tasted this, and would abandon the path of cooking without regret. Of course, beautiful things naturally taste better, so her stunning visuals undoubtedly enhanced the flavor. But regardless, it was insanely delicious. I continued my greedy feast until the precious flavor from her armpit valley was completely covered by my own saliva.

-Sluuuuurp!Gnaw gnaw.Sluuuuurp!Chew. Gnaw gnaw.

"Haaah... stop... hngh... stooop... it's embarrassing... hiit!"

"Sluurp... slurp... ahem..."

Even while I was thoroughly exploring her armpit, Yeonju maintained the exact position I'd put her in earlier. The flavor had been completely extracted, and since she'd been such a good listener, I gently pulled my mouth away as she'd requested.

Only after pulling away did I realize an armpit wasn't the ideal appetizer. 'Ha... it was delicious, but...'

Foreplay should flow like an unbroken river. It should caress every inch from toes to head without interruption. After properly devouring one armpit, I couldn't see a natural next spot to flow toward. Kissing felt too dirty even to me, and going for the other armpit seemed excessively greedy. No matter how good the appetizer was, eating it twice violated dining etiquette and didn't fit the concept of making Yeonju completely dependent on me.

'Her tits don't seem that appealing either... Wait. Why didn't I think of this sooner?'

A brilliant idea flashed through my mind—one that would've made me shout "Eureka!" if Yeonju weren't listening. If her barely-sweaty armpit had this much flavor, then the flood happening between her legs—where her panties and jeans had been clinging to her soaked folds, aging the flavor to perfection—had to be even more delicious. Plus, pussy licking was the same category of act as armpit licking, and the lower body position was far more comfortable. While she was lying down, I couldn't properly observe what was happening in her lower abdomen anyway. In other words, eating her pussy was the perfect combo follow-up to eating her armpit.

"Yeonju, I'm going to take your pants off, so just lift your hips while staying like that."

"Yeees?! B-but... that place... after I wash..."

Yeonju showed a bit of resistance, but I ignored it. I unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them down by the waistband. Her pupils shook with panic as she looked up at me, but she eventually resigned herself and lifted her hips in sync with my movements.

Shhhk.

The panties revealed as I removed her jeans were pink, a mini style with short side seams. A tiny accessory dangled from the center of the waistband, making them perfectly cute and matching her image. But the area where they touched her pussy told a completely different story. It wasn't just stained with juices—it was so drenched I wondered if she'd dipped the entire bottom half into a puddle. The crotch of her panties was soaked beyond belief.

"Just how much did you feel? It's practically a flood down here..."

"I-it's not like that..."

"What do you mean it's not? You're this wet..."

Using a line straight out of porn, I extended my index finger and gently stroked the deep camel toe visible through her soaked panties. The flesh of her pussy felt incredibly springy beneath the fabric.

-Stroke.

"Haaang!! Haah!!!!"

"You're bucking your hips from just a light touch through your panties... You're way more perverted than I thought, Yeonju."

"Haa... haa... i-it's not like that... I just..."

"There you go saying 'it's not' again. That's it. From now on, every time you lie, I'm going to punish you."

"Huh? P-punishment... what do you..."

I didn't answer. Instead, I finished stripping off her panties. The pussy that had been hiding inside was like a peach—remarkably pure and innocent in appearance. Her outer lips were plump and invitingly full, her clit protruded just the right amount, and her inner lips stayed neatly closed in a tight line.

"U-um... aah... if you stare too much... ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠it's embarrassing..."

"Ah~ You're so embarrassed that you're dripping all this pussy juice?"

-Pinch.

"Haaang!! Haa!! N-nooo!!! Too... too much... haaang!!"

I lightly pinched her adorably swollen clit and gave it a gentle twist. Even though I'd meant to be gentle, the stimulation must have been too strong. Another gush of her juices poured from her pussy, and the pleasure made her lose the position she'd been holding so well.

"Get back into position, Yeonju. You promised. You said you'd stay still until I told you to move."

"Hngh... haa... yes... haaah... I'll stay... stay still..."

"Good. That's my good girl."

Stroke. Stroke.

Even while writhing in pleasure, Yeonju quickly corrected her posture when I spoke. I stroked her hair again, and her expression melted into a blissful, dopey smile. Even without much training, she already seemed to understand that obeying me brought clear rewards.

"Yeonju. This is your first time having sex, right?"

"Auu... yes..."

"Then have you ever masturbated?"

"Ah... no... hiiik!! Haaang!!!"

-Pinch.

The moment I heard her answer, I pinched her clit again as if I'd been waiting for it. Once more, her hips bucked from the intense pleasure.

"Haa... hngh..."

"I told you I'd punish you for lying."

"Hnn... haa... b-but... I really... I've never... masturbated... kyaah!! Haah!!!"

-Pinch.

"I said no lying."

"Haa... huu... uuh... it's the truth. Minjun. Please believe me... I beg you..."

"Then why do you get this wet so easily? If you weren't playing with your pussy all the time, there's no way you'd be this sensitive."

"Aah... t-that's..."

"You said you weren't perverted earlier. So why is your pussy this soaking wet when I haven't even done much? ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Does it make sense for a girl who's never had sex or masturbated to feel this much?"

"I... I don't know why either... I don't... kyahk!!! Haah!!!"

-Rub. Rub.

After pinching, I slipped her clit between my fingers and rubbed it. Another flood of her juices poured out, completely soaking my hand. I lifted my dripping fingers and showed them to the panting Yeonju.

"See this? It's all from your pussy. You're supposed to be an untouched virgin who never masturbates, yet you're this lewd?"

"Hngh... uuh... please... huu... Minjun... it's so... embarrassing."

"You wouldn't get like this just from embarrassment. It feels good, doesn't it?"

"Aah... uuu... I can't... say it..."

"I warned you that if you didn't answer honestly, I'd punish you, right?"

I gave her a firm warning and shifted my body, bringing my face close to her pussy. A faint, sweet fragrance rose from her Y-zone. It was so rich and intoxicating I felt like I could get addicted.

"Min!! Minjun!! Please... please... if we do it after I wash... the smell... there'll be a smell..."

Yeonju desperately tried to stop me. But after inhaling so much of her aged pheromones, there was no retreat for me. I wasn't drunk, yet my head spun and my insides burned with boiling desire. Instinctively, I knew that only sucking the special digestive aid from her pussy could soothe me.

-Liiiiick~~~