Yeonju's Thorough Cleaning
Chapter 55
Yeonju stayed perfectly still when told to. Today was one of those days when she wanted to take whatever punishment came her way. 'Sorry for being late to our meeting, sorry for making you cry. But it was all necessary, Yeonju.'
After scrubbing my body clean, she finished by gently drying my wet skin with a towel and a hair dryer, then led me to the bed. 'I'm the one being taken care of?' Normally I was the expert at washing women who passed out after sex, but having the roles reversed didn't feel bad at all. Just like how food cooked by someone else always tasted better, being washed by someone else felt far more pleasant. I should ask the girls to wash me more often from now on.
“Lie down on the bed… Lie down, please. I have to make you clean… perfectly clean.”
“Still not clean enough?”
“A… A smell is still there. I need to wash it off.”
“…?”
Yeonju spent nearly thirty minutes washing me. My lower back ached from sitting so long. Even after all that, she still wasn't satisfied. It wasn't like she had some kind of cleaning obsession. Still, I lay down. I felt guilty, and besides, we were going to have sex soon anyway.
Once I settled into a proper position, Yeonju climbed on top of me.
“S… Stay still, Minjun. Just stay still.”
“Got it. I'll stay still.”
She took the cowgirl position and looked down at me, speaking in a commanding tone. If I got turned on, I planned to shove my cock straight into her pussy whenever I wanted, but for now I played along. I was curious what she was trying to do.
“I'm… cleaning you. Making you clean. I won't let that thief cat steal you away.”
After saying that, Yeonju leaned her upper body down. She stuck out her cute little tongue and began licking my forearm—the very same forearm that had been linked with the “thief cat,” as she put it.
“Lick… lick… slurp… mm…”
“…”
The feeling of her soft, plump tongue tickling my forearm was nice. But no matter how I looked at it, wiping someone's body with saliva was ridiculous. Forget industry awards—when you divided things into clean or dirty, what Yeonju was doing right now was clearly on the dirty side. Far worse than simply linking arms with the thief cat. Still, watching her work her tongue so earnestly was adorable, and I was curious how far she would go with it, so I let her continue.
“Slurp. Slurp. Slurp. Slurp. Mm. Slurp. Slurp.”
The way her firm breasts pressed and rubbed against my chest, combined with the wet sounds of her tongue lapping at my forearm like a puppy, was more than enough to get a man hard. My cock slowly began to swell. Even so, I waited patiently with it standing tall. Once I entrusted someone with a task, I believed in them and saw it through to the end.
But no matter how long I waited, Yeonju's tongue-wiping showed no sign of ending. My forearm was already soaked with her saliva.
“Yeonju, aren't you getting tired?”
“Slurp. Slurp. Haa… No, I'm fine. A… Ah, it's not done yet. Please wait. I still have other places to clean.”
“Ah, okay…”
After finishing with my forearm, she started sucking on my chest and shoulders. Then she focused intensely on my armpit. I could tolerate everything else, but the armpit was hard to endure. It felt strangely unsettling to be on the receiving end of this from Yeonju instead of Cha Sieun.
“Slurp. Mm. Slurp. Lick. Slurp.”
“Kuh…! Yeonju, isn't the armpit kind of dirty?”
“Slurp… Slurp… Yes, it's dirty. It smells like the thief cat. I'll make it clean for you.”
“Ugh…!”
Honestly, I was a little annoyed. Yeonju's armpit play was the best caress I had ever received. If I ranked the four women I had slept with—Yeonju, Mihyeon, Sieun, and Hyemi—as the Four Heavenly Kings, Yeonju was the weakest of them. I never imagined the weakest one would target one of the most sensitive spots on my body, so her surprise armpit attack left me completely unable to keep my composure.
“Slurp… Slurp. Slurp. Slurp. Slurp.”
“Hng…!”
Yeonju carefully licked between every fold of my armpit, even the creases that formed when I pressed my arm against my body. The sensation of her smooth tongue sliding through those folds was intensely stimulating. My cock wasn't just fully erect anymore—it was twitching wildly and leaking precum nonstop.
“Slurp. Slurp. Haa… Did it touch here too? Mm. It did. It smells. Like a female cat.”
“Where…? Hng!”
“Slurp. Slurp. Slurp.”
Yeonju licked my nipples, which were standing just as erect as my cock. At this point, the thief cat was clearly just an excuse. She simply enjoyed licking my body. That made sense for someone as puppy-like as Yeonju. Yet the way she moved her tongue with such reverence, as if performing a sacred ritual without a trace of lust, told me she was genuinely serious about this tongue-cleaning.
“Slurp. Slurp. Slurp.”
“Kuh… Yeonju, the thief cat touched my cock earlier too.”
“Slurp… Huh? Minjun, I didn't hear you. Sorry.”
“I said the thief cat touched my cock earlier.”
“…”
I was the one who had touched her. I had touched the woman's pussy. But I couldn't wait any longer for my cock's turn. We had only gotten as far as the nipples. From the way Yeonju was acting, it seemed she wouldn't be satisfied until she had licked my entire upper body. Meanwhile, my cock was swollen to the point of bursting. Still, I didn't want to interrupt her sacred ritual and jump straight into sex. Being actively caressed by Yeonju was incredibly arousing. Even so, no matter how turned on I was, I couldn't bring myself to ask her to suck my cock. Once again, she was the weakest of the Four Heavenly Kings. She was a little puppy. Asking her for something—rather than ordering it—was a matter of pride as a man, even before sex. So I lied. I told her my cock was contaminated. That it still smelled like the thief cat.
“A… A… Aaaaaah… Aaaah… No!!! Why!! I hate this!! Hng!! No!! I don't want to!!!”
Yeonju threw a fit, then immediately turned her body toward my cock. It was a perfect sixty-nine position. Right in front of my eyes were her plump thighs and her pink pussy, which had only been used once in her entire life and showed no signs of wear. But I didn't have long to admire the view. Yeonju grabbed my cock firmly with both hands and began cleaning it vigorously with her tongue. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the unique sensation she was giving me.
“Kuh…!”
“Slurp. Slurp. Slurp. Suck. Lick. Lick. Lick.”
It didn't feel like she was sucking—it felt like she was wiping it down with her tongue. She flattened her tongue as much as possible and scrubbed my cock at high speed. This was nothing like ordinary fellatio. It was teasing yet intensely stimulating, and it felt incredible.
'Thank you, thief cat.'
I could only thank the unknown thief cat woman who had let me touch her pussy so readily and created the situation that led to this special kind of fellatio.
'Yeah. Thanks is all she'll get… I can't have sex with her. She's pretty, but…'
The thief cat woman's looks easily cleared the bar for a one-night stand. She seemed to have had some plastic surgery, but nothing looked unnatural. Her personality was vulgar enough that if I ever felt like having the kind of sleazy sex you see in Western porn, she might make a decent partner. 'But I definitely won't creampie her. Maybe I'll give her a facial, maybe not.' Still, her nipples were far too dark. They looked like cigarette ash. Some people liked worn-out, used-up women, but I preferred pink. I liked clean visuals without any pigmentation. Like Yeonju's pussy.
“Mm… Suck. Slurp.”
“Ugh…! M… Minjun! Wait a second! A… Ah, I'm not done yet…! Hng…!! Haah…!!”
I couldn't just stare at Yeonju's pretty pussy right in front of me. While receiving her fellatio, I grabbed her ass, spread it wide, and started licking her pussy. We were in a mutual sixty-nine.
'Yeonju's juices are seriously insane.'
Usually, love juices tasted like batteries—sour and dull, leaving your tongue thirsty the more you licked. But Yeonju's were different. The first taste was clean and refreshing like water, but the aftertaste was sweet like fruit juice. It was exactly like the watermelon juice that pools on a tray after you slice a watermelon and eat it. I greedily sucked up her pussy nectar.
“Suck. Suck. Suck. Suck. Suck.”
“Hng…! Slurp. Slurp. Slurp. Haah…!”
Even while I was eating her out, Yeonju tried to continue her tongue-cleaning with unbreakable determination. But the weakest of the Four Heavenly Kings was weak for a reason. It didn't take long after I started licking her before weak moans began spilling from her mouth.
“Hng… Haah… M… Minjun…!! I… I can't clean like this… Hng… Haah…!!”
“Slurp. Slurp. Slurp. Slurp… Mm… Yeonju, do you really have to clean with your tongue?”
“…Huh?”
“You could just wipe it with your pussy instead. My cock.”
Yeonju's body twitched at the Edison-level brilliant idea. She must have been struck by inspiration too.
“W… With my… pussy? Minjun's… thing… with that?”
“Yeah. Wipe my cock with your pussy, Yeonju.”
“A… Aah… If I do that… Yes… I think I know what to do.”
Yeonju seemed eager to try out her new idea right away. She quickly changed positions. Sitting on my thighs, she grabbed my cock, which was pointing straight up at the ceiling, with both hands and pressed it flat against my stomach.
'…What?'
Yeonju's actions were completely different from what I had expected. I had asked her to clean with her pussy because I naturally assumed she would ride me in cowgirl. For some reason, it felt like Yeonju would finally be able to pull off proper cowgirl this time. She was always so obedient that she would climb on top of my cock if I told her to, but that was as far as it went. She was extremely shy, and the moment I penetrated her she would come right away, so even if insertion was possible, I couldn't expect any active hip movement from her.
'Yeah. If not now, it'll be hard.'
But right now Yeonju was drunk and had gone half-crazy because of the thief cat. So if I asked her to clean it, I thought she would immediately shove my cock into her pussy and grind her hips hard. Yet she moved a little differently than I expected.
“Mm. I'll… I'll wipe it with that place. Minjun's… thing…”
After saying that, she lifted her hips, aimed her pussy carefully, and sat down right on top of my cock, which was pressed flat against my stomach like a piece of sushi.
“Hng…!”
Whether she knew it or not, this was the “smata” position. Instead of inserting my cock into her pussy, she was rubbing it between her parted labia to tease a man. It would have been perfect if she were wearing a swimsuit or bloomers, but her smooth, bare pussy was more than enough. I could feel her soft labia directly against my cock. But I could feel it far too intensely.
—Rub rub rub. Grind grind grind.
“Kuh…! Y… Yeonju, wait a second…!!”
“Hng… Aah… No. Haah… I have to clean it. You have to stay still. Haa…”
Yeonju put all her body weight on her pussy and scrubbed my cock clean. It was smata, but the intensity was shockingly powerful. She pulled her hips back until my balls were being pressed, then immediately thrust forward all the way to the tip of my glans.
“Kuh…!!”
“Hng… No… Still… Haa… Hng… Minjun… Don't make it dirty… Hng…”
She wasn't being gentle at all. There was no mercy. From her perspective, this wasn't caressing—it was cleaning, so it made sense. But if I kept getting “cleaned” like this, my cock was going to explode.
'Ugh…! This isn't some floorjob…!'
There was something called a floorjob, where you lie face down and rub your cock against the floor. Because you put your full body weight on it, the pressure was much stronger than regular masturbation, which made it feel better. But floorjobs were also great at damaging your cock. The pressure was so intense that you could easily bend it or rupture capillaries. Yet that same intense pressure I felt during floorjobs was now coming from Yeonju's smata. She was putting all her weight on it and increasing the friction even more to make the pressure stronger. With every movement, the foreskin was being pulled all the way down to the base, squeezing my glans like it was about to burst.
'Damn it…!'
The pleasure was so strong it hurt. No—the pain was stronger than the pleasure. That was only natural. It was basically like all of Yeonju's weight was resting on my cock. But I couldn't stop her. I didn't want to. She was a puppy. The weakest of the Four Heavenly Kings. I couldn't sincerely ask her to stop because it hurt. This was an emergency. There was only one way to overcome this crisis.
'God… God's cock!!'