Thrust! Pound! Bore Through!
I reached out with both hands and pulled Pureum in by the waist.
Once I had her pressed flush against me, I jabbed the telephone-pole cock straining to punch through my shorts into her belly, prodding her with it again and again.
"Haa… Oppa…"
Feeling that telephone-pole cock against her, Pureum tried to pull her hips back.
I dropped both hands from her waist in a flash and seized her ass instead.
The dense, yielding give of her skin soaked straight through me.
I grabbed one cheek in each hand and hauled her in tight, grinding my body against hers while I rolled my tongue in slow circles, savoring the sweet taste of her mouth.
"I—O… Oppa!"
"Huh?"
Pureum shoved hard against my chest and knocked me back. Her face was flushed scarlet as she stared at me, breathing hard.
The bitch's eyes were locked on the telephone-pole cock nodding like it was about to punch a hole straight through my shorts.
"Ah… I'm sorry, Oppa…"
"Nah… I went a little too far…"
From Pureum's point of view, it probably felt like her pussy was about to get railed any second. I wouldn't have minded fucking outdoors one bit, either.
"Um, thank you for today… Oppa!"
"Huh? You're heading off alone?"
"Y-yes…!"
"Don't be like that. I'll walk you home… It's right up ahead…"
"You must be tired, Oppa…"
"I'm fine, I'm fine… Let's go together."
I casually draped an arm around Pureum's shoulders and steered us toward her place.
Fuck. The mood was so good…
A body that hadn't been moving right suddenly felt free again. My cock had responded to Pureum the way the old telephone-pole cock always did. More precisely, it had started the moment I confessed to her.
Haa… Fuck. This is some bullshit.
This wasn't my usual style. I already had several fucktoys living under my roof. Still, if I was going to work my way into the kind of relationship where cock and pussy were grinding together with cunt juice dripping between us, maybe this much nonsense had been necessary.
Just promoting her to one more fucktoy would be a hell of a lot simpler… I need to sort my head out slowly.
Walking side by side with Pureum while my mind wandered, I found we'd already arrived at her front gate.
"Um… I had a really nice time today, Oppa… You should head in."
"Yeah… See you tonight… You'll be coming in early starting today, right?"
"Yes… I agreed to start at six."
Hmm… So she's not just doing nights. Now that she's gone full-time whore, she's basically signing on for something like a mid-shift too.
"Alright… Just don't push yourself too hard."
"Yes. Go on in… Oppa!"
Pureum bowed her head a full ninety degrees in a formal goodbye, then opened the gate and disappeared inside. That ass of hers, ready to burst, left my eyes spinning. I smacked my lips, turned around, and headed for the house where Dambi was waiting.
It was almost the opposite direction, and with rush hour piled on top, it took a full thirty minutes of taxi hell before I finally got there.
The moment I stepped through the front door, a naked Dambi stretched and came to greet me.
"You're back, baby?"
"Yeah, running a little late… Were you sleeping?"
"Mm-hmm…"
Something smelled delicious.
"What'd you make? Smells fucking amazing…"
"You said you weren't feeling well… There's a twenty-four-hour mart in the neighborhood, so I went and grabbed some groceries."
As expected, the only fucktoy who actually looks after my body is this one. That other fucking bitch just needed her pussy served up hot—she wouldn't even bother rubbing my cock. This one threw her whole soul into helping me bag a single cunt. Strictly speaking, even fucking Hyojin had been thanks to Dambi's split-second decisiveness.
Look at the legendary bastards whose names made history—most of them either ate shit or got wiped out depending on how their fucktoys handled things.
I quietly walked up to Dambi and pulled her into my arms.
"Mm…? What's wrong, baby?"
"Nothing, just…"
The soft feel of Dambi's skin had my telephone-pole cock swelling like it was about to tear straight through my shorts. I grabbed one cheek of her ass in each hand and yanked her tight against me.
"Nngh… Rubbing like that gets me so horny, baby…"
"Yeah. Let's go fuck right now… I want your ass this second…"
"Heh… I'll wash you. Clothes off."
I stripped out of my T-shirt, shorts, underwear, and socks in one go. The throbbing telephone-pole cock stood proud in front of Dambi. The bitch wrapped a hand around it, gave it a shake, and led me to the bathroom.
I quietly let her take over once we were inside.
"Mm…"
"It feels even harder than usual today, baby…"
"Yeah. My cock's about to explode… I want to fucking wreck your ass right now…"
"All done… I'm so turned on too… Put your cock in my ass, baby…"
I rinsed off roughly, climbed out, and toweled off. Then the two of us crawled side by side into the bedroom, and I rammed my telephone-pole cock straight into Dambi's upturned ass and bored it open.
"Kh—! You fucking bitch!"
"Hnnngh…! Nngh…!"
I drove my cock in hard, splitting her ass open down the middle.
Thrust!
Pound!
Bore through!
Cunt juice was already dripping from the seam where her ass and my cock met, soaking the bedsheets. I clenched both hands on the bitch's hips and wrenched her ass as wide open sideways as it would go. Keeping my cock buried in her hole, I pushed myself up and bent my knees as deep as a squat. Legs splayed wide, I slammed my cock straight back into her ass and drilled it through.
"Ah… Fuck, your ass is so goddamn tight… You whore!"
"Hnnngh…! You bastard…! Aaaahn…! Harder…! Pound me harder!"
I felt the climax starting to rise. I pulled my hips back until only the head of my cock was hooked in her ass—then gathered every ounce of strength into my hips and drove it home.
THWACK!!!!!!
"Kheuk!!!"
"Hnnngh!!!"
The telephone-pole cock punched through the inner flesh of Dambi's ass and buried itself to the root. I felt the load surge up from the base of my balls, race along the shaft, past the head, and blast out hard.
"Kh—!! Nngh!!"
"Hyaang!! Ahn!!"
Dambi's ass twitched; she threw her head back and her shoulders shuddered. My cock pulsed as it pumped load after load into her hole.
"Haa… haa…"
"Hnn… nngh…"
I straightened up and pulled the telephone-pole cock free of Dambi's ass. Smeared in cum and cunt juice, it sprang out without wilting in the slightest. Her hole gaped wide open, dripping cum down in a steady stream. A cum waterfall. Just as it looked like it might slowly close, Dambi's ass fluttered and then dumped the load in a Niagara-style gush.
I hauled my tingling body over to the edge of the bed, sat down, and quietly lit a cigarette. Dambi shoved her head into my lap, so I stuck the cigarette between her lips and used my own lit tip as a lighter to get hers going.
"Something happen today, baby?"
"Huh? Happen? Nothing… Just ate some gopchang with Pureum and walked her home, that's it."
"She say anything? You really came home without doing a thing?"
I took a deep drag and blew the smoke into the air.
"We made out a little… When I jabbed my cock into her belly she pulled away… Fucking bitch… And she's a girl who sucks dick…"
"Heh… Sounds like she likes you, baby."
"Cut the bullshit and just finish the smoke… My cock still hasn't gone down… Time to fuck that pussy next."
"Okay, baby…"
After sharing a satisfying cigarette with Dambi, we crawled back onto the bed and rolled around like animals. The whole villa shook with the sound of fucking.
"Good evening, hyungnim!"
"Oh, you haven't clocked out yet?"
The horny little Daytime Manager bastard greeted me like he was thrilled to see me.
"Have you eaten, sir?"
"Ate early, yeah… Why?"
"Then I'll go grab some toast—I'll throw in an order for you too, hyungnim."
"Yeah, sure."
The Daytime Manager bastard rode the elevator down and vanished. I ignored him and headed for the counter. No sign of Keun-hyeongnim or Dongpal-hyungnim—just Jeonghun sitting in the counter chair.
"Hey."
"Yes, hyungnim… Hot out, right?"
"Yeah, sweltering… Feels like I can finally breathe now that I'm inside."
"Cool off in front of the AC for a bit, hyungnim."
"Yeah, I probably should."
I glanced over the reservation memo and the ledger. The names were listed in order: Pureum, Nabi, Hyojin, Dambi. Eun-ha had already put in for the day—said she was heading home for a bit. Mi-ho had also texted a polite absence report, saying she had to tag along as Kkotnim's shopping attendant. Being Thursday, there were bound to be a few crafty bitches blowing off work. Tomorrow was Friday night, after all.
I dropped my ass into the mesh chair and quietly lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and blew the smoke into the air. I'd meant to stand in front of the AC and catch some cold air, but it didn't seem necessary.
Then a siren blared loud enough to shred my eardrums. I checked the CCTV—Hyeona was in the elevator, flashing a V-sign at the camera and bouncing up and down. I got up, hit the round button, and sat back down in the mesh chair.
A moment later the elevator doors opened. I heard someone, but whatever it was just slipped past without a word.
Rude fucking bitch.
I stood, checked the ledger, and wrote Hyeona's name next to Dambi's with a ballpoint pen. That roughly locked in the lineup. Pureum being booked solid back-to-back was a little weird, but I let it go and dropped back into the chair.
Then I heard a door open and bolted into the hallway. Pureum was the only one with a client, so there was no need to check the CCTV. When I stepped into the corridor, a fully made-up Pureum in a style I'd never seen on her before came crawling out on a customer's arm. I took the client off her hands, loaded him into the elevator, and sent him on his way.
I was about to head back to the counter when my eyes met Pureum's as she rounded the corner of the hallway.
Fucking bitch. She quits her company job to go full-time whore, and something about her whole vibe—the makeup, everything—has changed. She finally looked like a proper cock-sucking girl.
Pureum gave me a quick once-over and disappeared straight into the girls' waiting room. I had nothing better to do, so I went back to the counter and parked my ass in the mesh chair again.
Still… she looked fresher, cuter, back when she used to wear a suit… Seeing her like this cools me off a little. Though it does make me want to fuck that pussy even more.
A little later, the Daytime Manager bastard who'd gone for toast came back up to the shop. Jeonghun and I settled onto the sofa by the big table and tore into the toast. Jeongmin from the day shift wasn't in any hurry to clock out either—she naturally glued herself right to the Daytime Manager bastard's side and joined in on a piece.
These fucking people have zero shame. Anyone looking would think the two of them were screwing. Jeonghun, though, didn't seem to give a single shit whether they were or not. Even sitting on the sofa—not just at the counter—he was staring at photos of girl-group asses on his phone while he ate. At this point I was starting to wonder if the guy needed a psych consult.
"Pretty good, right, hyungnim?"
"Yeah, not bad."
Toast wasn't something I ate every drought-and-a-blue-moon either—more like once every few years if that. Packed with vegetables and bacon and slathered in sauce, it was actually pretty decent.
Suddenly there was a presence from the hallway, and Pureum appeared in a sleek hostess outfit, carrying something. She set a bag down in front of me and vanished back into the girls' waiting room.
What the hell?
I opened the bag Pureum had left. Inside were three lunch containers—one large one packed full of spicy stir-fried pork, and two smaller ones about half that size holding rice and rolled omelet.
"Whoa~ Hyungnim, Pureum left this for you to eat?"
"Huh? Uh… yeah, looks that way…"
"Wow… Looks amazing."
Jeongmin eyed the lunch and licked her lips.
"If you want some, eat… I already had a meal, and finishing all this on top of toast is gonna be rough."
"Come on, hyungnim… Pureum! Left you this lunch! You have to eat the whole thing!"
"Ugh… Fuck, I'm gonna explode…"
Jeonghun paid zero attention, staring at his phone like none of this was happening.
"Oppa, are you close with Pureum unnie?"
"Huh? Sort of, I guess… Just normal."
"Hey, you little brat… That's not 'close'… That's that, you know."
"Huh? What's that?"
These fucking people are about to start spouting weird bullshit. The ones who actually look like they're doing "that" are you two, you bastards!
"It's absolutely not like that… I took her to the ER once when she collapsed… That's probably why."
"Hyungnim… You should choose your words carefully… I saw it myself… This is the second time…"
Jeonghun, still looking at his phone, dropped the line with a meaningful little smile.
"Huh? Uh… w-well, yeah, but…"
"See? I knew it… So you two are like that! Hyungnim!"
"Heh… Are you two dating? Pureum unnie's so bold."
"I said we're not, fuck!"
I shot to my feet before I knew it and let the curse rip. In an instant, the counter fell dead silent.