Chapter 105: Five People, Five Sexes (3) Pink, a Woman Full of Desire
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 105: Five People, Five Sexes (3) Pink, a Woman Full of Desire
Yura and I meet twice a week, and we spend Saturdays at her place. Since the two times we meet are technically for our part-time jobs, we really only have private time together once a week. For both Yura and me, that time is incredibly precious.
If I had a better lot in life and more leisure time, I’d meet her several times a week, but unfortunately, for various reasons, I’m not in a position to see her every day. That’s why I always do my best to make sure Yura doesn't feel any lingering regret during our weekly drinking sessions.
I don’t know how Yura actually feels, but she seems to recognize that I’m doing my best in my own way.
Lately, I’ve been avoiding weekday meetings using the excuse of being busy with work, and how to handle that later is a major concern for me.
I have plenty of other worries, too, but when I’m with Yura, I try not to think about anything else as much as possible. It’s the same with the others—Yubin, Hayoung, Su-ah, and Eunha. When I’m with any of them, I try to keep my focus solely on her.
I’m not seeing five women at once with a light heart, nor do I intend to dodge the responsibilities I must bear. Just as they all think of me sincerely, I must treat them with sincerity in return.
As I mentioned before, since I’m in a position where I have many things to hide, I use the "busy" excuse when I'm with one and can't see the others. My recent worry is how long this excuse will hold up, but for now, I’ll set that concern aside.
The refrigerator door was open, its light illuminating the otherwise dark kitchen.
Yura had tried to reach for a bottle but ended up leaning her weight against the fridge instead, and I was thrusting hard while gripping her buttocks.
"Ngh, ah. Hng, ah. Ah! Ahh. Ahh!"
Yura took careful steps, one by one, making sure my cock didn't slip out. When we reached the fridge and she bent over, my desire exploded once again.
With a wet, squelching sound, my cock repeatedly buried itself deep into Yura’s pussy and pulled back out. With a dazed expression, Yura leaned into the open refrigerator, basking in the cool air.
"How is it? Is this much okay?"
"I-it’s good. Heek! Hit! Hyuk, ah, ha-ah!"
Every time my cock pulled out, vaginal fluid trailed after it, soaking the floor. I didn't care and continued to drive my cock into Yura’s pussy.
Yura, who produced plenty of vaginal fluid, accepted the roughly moving cock without any discomfort.
"How about a bit harder?"
When I began thrusting so hard that Yura’s body, supported by the fridge, shook, she let out a loud moan.
"Ngh-heeeek!! Hyuk, ah, nng!! I-it’s good! Harder is good, too!"
As my hip movements grew more intense, Yura felt even greater pleasure, and seeing her like that made me move my hips even more violently.
The urge to grab and knead her swaying breasts welled up inside me, but since Yura’s balance was unstable as she leaned against the open fridge with her legs spread, I had to hold onto her waist this time.
"Ugh, ah! Ahh! Wa-wait a second... Hyeeek!"
"Why? Should I stop?"
"N-no. Don't stop. Ha-ah! Ah, ah, ahh!"
She said "wait a second," so I thought it was a signal to stop, but then she told me not to. I couldn't tell which one she wanted.
"Ju-just a little. Ha-ah! Ahhh!"
"Should I go a little slower?"
"That’s not it! Ngh-ah!!"
Since I couldn't get a read on her, I thrust my cock in as deep as it could go.
My glans hit her cervix, sending Yura into a climax as her vaginal walls clamped down on my cock.
She really is selfish. Still, I hope Yura stays this way—doing things her own way. I like it because it’s so like her.
"What do you want me to do, then?"
"Ngh, ah.... Ha-ah, hyuk!!"
As Yura moaned and trembled in the throes of her climax, I pulled my cock out long and then drove it back in forcefully.
A bottle inside the mostly empty fridge tipped over. Fortunately, it didn't break and just rolled across the floor. I helped Yura stand up and then closed the refrigerator door.
"Ha-ah, haa... haa..."
Breathing heavily, Yura leaned against me. I waited a moment for her to calm down.
"Are you okay? Should I pull it out for a bit?"
"I'm fine, so don't take your cock out."
She spoke with difficulty while gasping for breath, making me wonder if I should pull out anyway, but I knew Yura would definitely pout if I did. Even if she was struggling, I kept my cock inside as she wished.
Yura lowered herself and picked up the bottle that had fallen on the floor. It was a large bottle. Ever since she’d discovered sweet alcohol through wine, Yura had been trying various kinds, and today she had prepared something to mix with a soft drink.
"We should grab the glasses and go, right?"
"Yeah..."
"It’s awkward, so should we move them one by one?"
It was impossible to move everything at once in our current state; we might drop what was in our hands and break a glass.
Part of me wanted to see Yura looking disoriented a bit longer, so I picked up just the bottle first and moved to the living room.
"Ugh, ah, nng! Hyuk!"
With every slow step we took together, the cock inserted into Yura’s pussy stimulated her vaginal walls, and she kept letting out moans.
"Hng! Nng-ah!!"
Climaxing intermittently, Yura sprayed her fountain onto the floor, soaking it. But I didn't care and kept her moving; Yura had to endure fresh stimulation before her previous climax had even subsided.
"Now, you have to put the glass down."
"Ugh, uuu..."
It was a different kind of exhaustion than thrusting on a bed. Yura was losing her mind because of the cock stimulating every inch of her vaginal walls with every step.
We moved the alcohol, the mixer, the snacks, and the glasses in order, making a total of four round trips. Yura climaxed countless times. After the last glass was set down, I sat on the sofa with my cock still inside her pussy.
I had Yura sit on top of me with her legs spread, still connected. Exhausted just from the moving, she leaned her back against me.
"Good job. That was hard, wasn't it?"
"Haa.... The climaxes... they won't stop."
As she gasped for breath in exhaustion, I kneaded her breasts and decided to mix the drinks for her. It was difficult to move with Yura sitting on top of me, but since the alcohol, mixer, and glasses were within reach if I stretched, it wasn't impossible.
After mixing the drink and the mixer in a certain ratio, I picked up a glass and pressed it into Yura’s hand.
"Can you drink?"
"I can always drink."
Lustful gasps escaped her every time she spoke, but she seemed fine enough to drink, so I grabbed my own glass and toasted with her.
"This is good."
I had wondered what kind of combination sweet alcohol and a sweet mixer would make, and it blended much better than expected, filling my mouth with flavor.
Yura seemed satisfied as well, letting out a "Phew" after downing it in one go. Her thirst seemed quenched by the drink, and she looked a bit better than before.
"I think I picked well."
As we talked about how satisfied we were with the drink, Yura mixed the alcohol and mixer on the table to make another one for herself.
"Mine too, please."
"Okay."
After making her own, she took my glass, and with a smile, she made a drink for me as well.
I enjoyed the sweet flavor of the second glass, then set it down and gripped Yura’s waist again.
"Ngh? Hyuk, ah!"
Taking advantage of her lowered guard, I thrust my hips upward, stabbing the glans against her cervix.
"Ugh, ah! Doing it without a word... ha-ah! Ahhh!"
"Now that you've got some alcohol in you, we should do what we came here for, right?"
With the intention of restarting the sex now that she’d recovered some energy, I began thrusting. Yura didn't reject the sudden movement and moved her hips while mounted on top of me.
"Ha-ah, ah-ah, nng! Ah! Ah, ah, ahh!"
She seemed a bit better after the drink, but Yura’s body was still incredibly sensitive. She had simply gone from mindlessly experiencing wave after wave of climaxes to being somewhat conscious while experiencing them.
"Not yet, I'm not okay yet. Ahhhhh! Ahh, ha-ah!"
As I roughly thrust my cock upward, I slid my hands from her waist down to her hips. Timing it with my upward thrust, I pressed my glans firmly against her cervix as we shared a deep kiss.
"Hyeeeeek!!"
I released the desire I’d been holding back while moving back and forth to set the table inside Yura. My cock pulsed as I ejaculated semen into her womb once more, and I watched Yura tremble in the pleasure of her climax.
She was still holding her unfinished drink. The liquid, which hadn't overflowed because there wasn't much left, gradually settled as the rhythmic motion stopped.
I took the glass from Yura’s hand and brought it to her lips.
"Yura. Want a sip?"
"Ah, ah, nng..."
Even while climaxing, Yura answered that she would drink at the mention of alcohol. She put her lips to the glass I brought to her, and I slowly fed her the remaining drink.
Then, an idea suddenly occurred to me.
"Yura. This is a drink you mix, right?"
"Huh? Yeah. That's... oh?"
The moment she answered, Yura realized my intention, and her face flushed bright red. I didn't know if it was because of the alcohol or because she caught on to what I said, but it didn't matter.
"Fill the glass a bit."
I spoke while holding the glass Yura had just drunk from. She picked up the bottle on the table and slowly filled the glass. When it reached the right amount, I said, "Stop," and Yura put the bottle back. Then, I said the words to complete my idea.
"Stand up for a second."
Yura seemed to hesitate for a moment, but then she slowly stood up. My cock, which had been inside her for quite a while, slipped out of her pussy.
From her gaping pussy, the semen I had ejaculated in abundance flowed out, mixed with her vaginal fluid. I held the glass underneath.
The lewdly mixed fluids fell into the glass. Unfortunately, they didn't mix with the alcohol, but it didn't matter. The mixing wasn't the important part.
"Okay. Now sit back down."
"Okay."
Yura answered obediently. She spread her pussy herself and lowered her hips onto my glans. My cock, which had been outside, slid back into her.
"Ngh! Hyuuu!"
The glans, which had been repeatedly stimulating her cervix, pressed firmly against it once more. Yura moaned at the pleasure she could never get used to. Then, I brought the glass to her lips.
It was a bizarre sight, with lewd fluids floating in the alcohol, but Yura’s face flushed as if she found the sight arousing. Since her face was already red, I couldn't be entirely sure.
However, the way her vaginal walls twitched and tightened gave me all the confirmation I needed.
"Here, it’s the drink Yura loves."
After letting out a lustful breath, Yura stared at the glass filled with what could hardly be called a drink, then put her lips to it. I slowly tilted the glass and fed it to her.
I heard the sound of the liquid gulping down Yura’s throat.
She downed it in one go without stopping. The moment the glass was empty, I pulled it away from her mouth and set it on the table.
"How is it?"
"..."
I asked for her impression of the taste as she kept her eyes tightly shut. Soon, Yura opened her eyes and looked at me with a lewd gaze.
"It’s delicious."
It was a simple answer—"It's delicious"—but I didn't have the confidence to resist the stimulation provided by her expression, her complexion, her ragged breathing, her sultry voice, and the look in her eyes. I couldn't have resisted even if I tried.
"Hyng-yeek! Ah, ah! Ha-ah! Ah, ah, ahh!"
The thrusting began without warning. As I started moving my hips, Yura, who was on top, moved hers as well.
Lewd sounds filled the entire room. A short while later...
As I thoroughly plowed Yura’s pussy while she lay on the sofa, I took a mouthful of a newly made drink and kissed her.
"Mmph, ngh! Mmm! Mm-ph!"
I don't know if sharing a drink while having sex is good or bad. But I couldn't forget the stimulation of that day we had sex while sharing wine.
Yura, who loved kissing, enjoyed locking lips with me whether there was alcohol involved or not. Of course, since she loved alcohol, she seemed to enjoy kissing while drinking even more.
"Mmph, hng, ah, nng, hyuuu!"
The thrusting didn't stop even as we kissed with mouths full of alcohol.
The moment I thrust my cock deep one more time, I ejaculated inside Yura for the nth time—I’d lost count.
*
When I came to, it was morning. Yura and I woke up lying side by side, naked in bed. I remembered coming to the bedroom at some point, but I couldn't clearly remember how much more sex we’d had after that.
"How are you feeling?"
"A-!"
Just as I was about to check if Yura was okay, she hugged me and rubbed her face against my chest as soon as she woke up.
"Did you sleep well?"
"Yeah. Thanks to you."
"...You're beautiful."
"Hehehe."
Seeing Yura look up at me from my arms with a silly grin at being called beautiful made me smile. It felt good all over again to realize that this lovely Kwon Yura, who could greet me so refreshingly in the morning after having so much sex the night before, was my girlfriend.
"...Should we go again?"
"...Just a little?"
I answered Yura’s question with another question, but it was no longer a question—it was an answer. The moment our eyes met, we both smiled and pulled the covers over our heads.