Yeonju's First Squirting
14 - Lick~~~Slurp. Gripping Yeonju's hips firmly with both hands to keep her from bucking too hard, I flattened my tongue and dragged it slowly from the bottom of her dripping pussy all the way to the top. Her soaked, soft, and sticky folds clung to my tongue, and the sweet honey coating them slid down my throat. The faint, sugary flavor unique to Yeonju—matured inside her panties—hit me hard. It tasted far better than I had expected.
“Haa!! Haaang!!! Hnnng!!!” The moment my tongue touched her, a wave of raw lust exploded from Yeonju’s pussy so intense it almost made my vision flicker. I had never seen even Mihee noona react this strongly, even after all her erogenous zones had been fully developed. Yeonju really was an endlessly lewd woman—especially when it came to me.
“Tsk… Look at you. You’re not embarrassed—you’re enjoying it. You really are a pervert and a total slut.”
“Huu… haa… No… I’m… haa… I’m not… that kind of girl…”
“Then try to hold it in, Yeonju. If you keep reacting like a crazy nympho, I might actually get disappointed in you.”
Disappointed? Far from it—I was loving every second. Through the Sex Scouter, I could already see how pure her life had been until now. Watching her lose herself so completely to me only made me more aroused and strangely proud. Still, I wanted to hear her struggle and whimper, so I kept up the act, pretending to be turned off.
“A… aa… That kind of girl… I’m really not… I’m not lewd at all…”
Yeonju, who had been looking up at me from her lying position, suddenly froze. Her face, which had been completely melted in pleasure, hardened in an instant. My words about possibly being disappointed had clearly shocked her.
“So try to hold it in, okay? Don’t react like some perverted slut. Do your best to endure it. Got it?”
“Yes… Minjun… I’ll… I’ll definitely hold it in… hic… Please… don’t be disappointed in me. I’m not that kind of girl… hic… I’m not a pervert like that…”
Her face, now pleading with tears in her eyes, strongly stimulated my sadistic side. I wasn’t a natural sadist, but Yeonju was simply too unfairly adorable and pitiful. Anyone looking at that face would probably awaken a hidden sadistic streak.
‘How am I supposed to resist teasing her when she makes a face like that? This is all Yeonju’s fault.’
Shifting the blame onto her, I lowered my head again and began tasting her honey. At first I licked lightly, then gradually increased the pressure and speed.
-Lick. Lick.
“……”
-Lick. Lick. Lick.
“……”
-Lick. Lick. Lick. Lick. Lick. Lick.
“……”
Surprisingly, even after repeated attacks, I couldn’t hear any of Yeonju’s heated breathing. ‘Wow… Did my words about being disappointed really shock her that much? She’s actually holding it in.’
Yeonju hadn’t turned to stone. Her body kept twitching every time my breath brushed against her pussy, let alone my tongue. Her lust was still bursting out in waves, proving she was feeling it just as intensely as before. The fact that she was biting her lip and refusing to make a sound showed how deeply my words had affected her.
I felt a little guilty, but this wasn’t what I wanted. I had told her to endure, but I didn’t actually want her to succeed. I wanted her to try her hardest, then fail and start whimpering like a helpless puppy.
‘Huu… This isn’t working.’
Simple licking wasn’t enough to break through her defenses. I needed something stronger. Sharpening the tip of my tongue like a viper’s head, I carefully aimed and pressed it against the tiny entrance of her pussy. I could feel her hymen blocking the way.
-Tap.
“…Hnn!”
Just holding my tongue there made a heavily suppressed moan slip out of Yeonju. That single lewd sound made me leak precum.
-Sluuurp.
Being extremely careful not to tear her hymen, I slowly pushed the tip of my tongue inside. The sensation of her narrow walls gradually stretching around my tongue while still hugging it tightly was incredibly erotic.
“Hnn!! Hnn…”
The sounds I wanted finally started coming out. I only pushed my tongue in halfway, then slowly rotated it clockwise.
“Hnnk… Kkhh!!!”
Yeonju tried to hold back her moans while gripping the bedsheets, but she couldn’t. Her suppressed movements and sounds drove me even crazier. I started spinning my tongue mercilessly. There was a real risk of tearing her hymen, but I couldn’t stop. Machines had no mercy, after all. Right now, I wasn’t a human—I was just a tongue propeller meant to torment Yeonju’s virgin pussy.
-Vrrrr. Vrrrr. Vrrrrrrrr.
“Kkhh!!! Ha… Haaang!! Hnnk!!! Nooo!!! Kkhh!!! Mmmph!!”
Yeonju even broke the “stay still” order and covered her own mouth with her hands. Her determination not to moan was impressive, but my merciless cunnilingus shattered it completely. Her hips trembled and bucked violently. I slid my hands under her to grab her ass firmly, then buried my face deeper into her crotch and properly ravaged her pussy.
-Slurp slurp slurp. Lick lick. Suck. Slurp. Suck suck. Shake shake shake shake.
“Kkiih!!! Kkuuuung!!!!! Haaang!!!!!”
Yeonju arched her back like a bridge and shook violently all over, apparently reaching climax from cunnilingus alone. I surfed her wild movements like a pro, adjusting my pressure while keeping my mouth glued to her pussy. I could feel her walls repeatedly clenching and squirting love juice at an unbelievable speed.
Once her long orgasm started to subside, I attacked her pussy again. My plan was to stimulate her already hypersensitive folds right after climax and push her over the edge completely—but she had already come way harder than expected.
“Hiiih!!!!!! Nooo!!!”
-Squirt~ Squirt~~~~
The moment I licked the upper part of her pussy, it felt like I got hit in the mouth by a water gun. Not a small one—a massive pump-action one. The spray hit not just my mouth but my chin and the tip of my nose. It wasn’t urine. It was tasteless, but strangely sweet because it came from Yeonju’s pussy. This was the legendary squirting I had only heard about. Yeonju had just given me a full-on squirt shower.
‘…’
Getting hit with a surprise facial like that, I finally understood why women sometimes looked dazed after being creampied. There was no pain, but my mind felt strangely numb, like I had been slapped. My sense of self felt like it was collapsing in a perverted way—and weirdly enough, it felt good. It was filthy and obscene enough to make me dizzy, yet I found myself wanting to just give in and fall. It was a precious moment where I could experience that feeling.
“Huuu… hnn… heuu… hnnk… huuuk.”
After giving me the squirt shower, Yeonju collapsed back onto the bed, breathing heavily. Her breathing, which had started as heated moans, gradually turned into something else. It sounded less like pleasure and more like sobbing.
“Hnnk… kkhh… I’m… I’m sorry… kkhuuk… I’m sorry, Minjun…”
I felt question marks and exclamation marks pop up above my head at the same time. She had just had an amazing time, and now she was suddenly bawling? Crying right after squirting everywhere was the ultimate mood killer. A double mood killer, even. I had never experienced anything like it and felt genuinely flustered.
“Hic…… huup… I’m sorry for not holding it in and peeing… I’m sorry… Minjun… huuuk…”
“Don’t cry, Yeonju. That wasn’t pee.”
“…Huh?”
“Have you ever seen pee this clear and odorless? It’s just fluid that comes out of the vagina when the stimulation is too strong.”
“Ah…”
“Even if it had been pee, I wouldn’t dislike you for it, so don’t worry.”
“…Uuu.”
I had said it as a light joke to cheer her up, but Yeonju’s face turned bright red. ‘Seriously. She goes from sobbing to tomato in two seconds… Is she going to get arrhythmia at this rate?’ Watching her blood pressure spike from a single sentence of mine was still cute and entertaining no matter how many times I saw it.
“…Should we wash up, Yeonju? I think we should probably clean off…”
Nod nod. Yeonju slowly nodded in agreement. I helped her up and led her toward the bathroom. I had only planned to take a quick shower, but the luxury hotel bathroom featured a large marble bathtub that dominated the space.
‘No way I’m not using this after all that.’
Its overwhelming presence seemed to demand attention, so I turned on the faucet to fill it, then stepped into the shower stall with Yeonju to wash our bodies first. I washed her hair while she looked extremely embarrassed, and under the excuse of applying body wash, I thoroughly kneaded her firm, perky body. Yeonju was still taking my nonsense about possibly being disappointed way too seriously and tried her best not to moan, but the occasional lewd whimpers that slipped out kept making my cock throb harder.
After finishing the erotic shower, the bathtub was already filled to the perfect level. I got in first, settled down, and patted the spot beside me while looking at Yeonju. She stepped into the tub shyly but obediently, trying to sit next to me—only for me to grab her wrist and pull her straight onto my lap.
Splash-.
“A…!”
Water splashed everywhere from the sudden movement, and Yeonju ended up seated perfectly on my thighs.
“Haa… Min… Minjun…”
“Why are you so embarrassed? You climbed onto my lap just fine earlier.”
“Th… that was… because…”
It was the same position as at the izakaya—Yeonju sitting on top of me—but this time I had her in a back-mount position instead of facing her. The back position was just as excellent as the front mount. Not only did it feel like her entire body was wrapped inside mine, but my hands could reach her pussy if I slid them down her waist or her breasts if I moved them up. And if I leaned my head forward just a little, I could attack her ears. Best of all, I could do all of it at the same time.
I slipped both arms around her waist, using one hand to rub her pussy while the other teased her nipples. Then I whispered into her ear.
“Kkhh… huup… huu…”
“…Want to moan as much as you like?”
“Hnn… a… No…”
Yeonju shook her head vigorously even as she squirmed helplessly under my touch.
“Being a pervert is fine. Being lewd is okay too. What I’m worried about is you showing this side of yourself to other men besides me.”
“Hnn… haak… Th… that’s not true… With other people… hnn… I wouldn’t…”
“Then promise me, Yeonju. Promise you’ll only be lewd and perverted for me… If you do that, you can be as lewd and perverted as you want.”
“Yes… haa… huu… I’ll… haa… only be lewd for Minjun… haak… Only for Minjun… I’ll be a pervert.”
Did Yeonju even realize how filthy and obscene the words coming out of her mouth were? Even if she didn’t, there was no going back now. From this point on, whatever perverted things I did would all be her fault. To satisfy this perverted Yeonju, I had no choice but to become a pervert myself.
I caressed her more roughly and faster as I asked,
“Then, Yeonju. Do you want to have sex with me?”
“Haak!! Huuu… Yes… Minjun… I want to have sex with Minjun. I only want to have sex with Minjun… hnn!!”
“If you want it that badly… beg me for it. Make it as lewd as possible so I’ll get turned on… If I do, I’ll put my cock inside you.”
“B… but… hnn… lewd… that’s too… embarrassing… hii!! Kyah!!”
“If you don’t want to, then fine. You can just keep getting teased like this.”
Since she was getting shy again right after being so eager, I turned on the Sex Scouter and began caressing her in earnest to properly educate her. The pleasure values rising from various parts of her body appeared in my vision, and I used them to find the optimal way to touch her. Yeonju preferred having her entire pussy stroked rather than just focusing on the clit, and she liked it when I flicked her nipples like guitar strings with slightly raised fingers. Above all, she loved neck kisses—those alone were enough to trigger critical hits.
-Kiss. Smoooch.
“Hkkiih!!! Haa!!!”
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Mihee noona’s highest recorded pleasure value was 82. Numerically speaking, Yeonju was feeling nearly half of what Mihee noona experienced during intense sex—just from being kissed on the neck. At this point, calling her anything less than a pervert would be a joke.