It's About Time You Put Out
The moment I stepped into the floor-seating private room where the company dinner was in full swing, the atmosphere was already peaking.
Eun-ha was long gone, face planted on the table, deep in dreamland from the booze.
Hyeona sat beside her, completely ignoring whoever was rambling or belting out songs, just sipping her beer and staring at her phone, fingers flying across the keys without a care in the world.
Hyojin looked like she'd finally cooled off a bit while listening to Dongpal and Do-yeon's lectures.
Keun-hyeongnim was toying with Nabi's hand, whispering something secretive into her ear.
Kkotnim and Mi-ho were cracking up so hard with Jeonghun that they were slapping their knees, moods sky-high.
Dambi and I headed back to our original spots, settled in, quietly mixed some soju-and-beer, and fell right back into our usual back-and-forth banter.
"Isn't it about time you put out already?"
"Put out what?"
"It's about time you gave it up once."
"Just go to Jadang, for real!"
In an instant the rowdy dinner table plunged into dead silence, a suffocating tension thick enough to choke on.
Every mouth clamped shut and every pair of eyes locked onto Keun-hyeongnim and Nabi.
I got the meaning right away. Keun-hyeongnim had just confessed, straight-up asking Nabi to give him her pussy.
Nabi looked thoroughly flustered, glancing back and forth between us and Keun-hyeongnim while waving her hands in frantic refusal.
But his heartfelt confession got shut down cold, replaced by a blunt "just go get your rocks off at Jadang."
Jadang was the local shorthand for Jagalmadang—So-gu's famous red-light district and its most notorious fuck-town.
"Ah, fuck, now the booze tastes like shit."
"Oppa, come on, the kids are watching."
"Hey, you fucking bitch, I'm the one who's more embarrassed here."
"Don't be like that…"
Whether it was the alcohol or pure rage, Keun-hyeongnim started spewing double-barreled curses at Nabi.
Even when Hyojin had slammed her phone down earlier he hadn't sworn, but now he'd finally blown his top.
Not that he wasn't always that kind of bastard.
Nabi didn't seem to care, though; she kept doing her damnedest to soothe him.
In the end, the words "I'll give it to you" never left her mouth.
Translation: she wasn't about to spread her legs for a short-dick little shit who didn't even clear 160 centimeters.
"Ahh, I'm wasted. Dongpal, call me a designated driver."
"Yes, hyungnim."
"Give the kids taxi money and send them off."
"Yes, hyungnim."
Thanks to Nabi's tear-jerking efforts the dinner mood recovered somewhat, but the second Keun-hyeongnim stood up the whole thing naturally wrapped.
"Oppa, you're not mad, right?"
"Ah, fuck—hey, cut it out, it's embarrassing."
"Okay. Get home safe, oppa."
When the designated driver arrived we all poured out of the restaurant in a herd. The sun was already high overhead.
I checked my phone—nearly seven already.
Nabi kept supporting Keun-hyeongnim, still desperately trying to calm him down right to the end.
I had no idea what had gone on between them, but from the way she was acting it didn't look like any ordinary relationship.
Dongpal handed out ten thousand won a head and told everyone to fuck off, then called his own driver and left too.
Nabi looked deep in thought, lighting a cigarette, staring up at the sky and letting out a long sigh. Dambi and I flagged a taxi and climbed in together.
"218 Park, please."
About ten minutes later we arrived.
"Ahh, morning already."
"We're still on Friday night, though~"
"You drunk? Your face is bright red."
Dambi's face, perfectly fine a second ago, had gone completely flushed.
"Ahh, maybe it's the car? It just hit me all at once~?"
"You okay? Maybe better to head straight in and rest?"
Pure bullshit I didn't mean for a second.
"No way! I'm gonna sing first…"
"Just a couple songs then, okay?"
"Yeah~! Let's go, Manager~!"
Her tongue was already twisted; the words came out all mangled and mumbled.
She was clearly wasted, so I boldly linked arms under the pretense of supporting her and let her lead the way.
We reached a coin karaoke. Dambi staggered up to the counter and mumbled something about booking an hour.
Apparently it was one of those places that let you rent by the hour.
I didn't count every room, but there were a shitload of them and the place looked pretty big.
Even on a Saturday morning there were quite a few customers around.
Inside our room it was a tiny space with one machine and a three-person sofa crammed right up against it.
Dambi plopped down in the middle of the sofa like she owned the place and started punching in song numbers with practiced ease.
She patted the seat beside her, half-lidded eyes flicking over me in a clear invitation to sit.
"Want me to grab some water?"
"Shut up and just listen to the song~"
No choice but to plant my ass right next to her.
Her hip and thigh pressed flush against me; the soft warmth of her skin came through clear.
Her whole body was burning hot, like the alcohol had her running a fever.
The first track was a summer dance hit from a few years back.
She twisted and writhed, completely lost in her own world, not giving a single fuck what I was doing.
I let my eyes roam over her body. Those watermelon tits were bouncing like crazy, firing up every dirty thought in my head. Her miniskirt had ridden up from all the thrashing, already exposing her entire thighs and a good chunk of her crotch.
Every little shift of her hips flashed those red panties, and my cock was already so hard it felt ready to punch straight through my pants.
I couldn't just leave the tent on full display, so I crossed one leg over the other to hide it.
Right then Dambi, still lost in the song, shot me a quick sideways glance before diving back into the music.
The bitch started clapping, clearly demanding I join in, so I had no choice but to obey.
"Hey! Manager, pick a song already, hurry!"
"What song? You're already having a blast."
"I need some water~!"
"You should've said so…"
I had no choice but to grab a mic myself and belted out Okaya's "Shanghai Romance."
It must've hit her taste perfectly—Dambi went absolutely wild, cheering and thrashing like a maniac while I sang.
"I'll go grab some water."
"Yeah~ Hurry back~"
I hit the vending machine by the counter, pulled a bottle of water and a drink, cracked the water open like a gentleman, and held it to her lips.
"Thanks~ Sit down already!"
I settled back beside her, dumped the drink down my throat, and a ballad started playing.
The bitch had one leg propped up on the sofa, knee bent, sprawled in the most comfortable pose imaginable while she lost herself in the song.
Those red panties were on full display like she was putting on a private show just for me—thighs, crotch, the whole package right in my face.
Anyone could tell she'd deliberately arranged herself that way so I could look all I wanted.
Her miniskirt had completely given up on its job.
Fucking bitch… I'm gonna lose it. Should I just jump her and fuck her right here?
It felt like I was standing at the biggest crossroads of my life. A thousand thoughts and second-guesses spun through my head.
Outside, even though it was morning, customers kept wandering past.
If I pinned her down and shoved it in, we'd get caught for sure.
I sorted my thoughts for a second, then boldly reached out and laid my palm on her thigh.
Zero resistance.
Dambi just kept staring at the lyrics, singing in a calm, clear voice like nothing was happening.
Encouraged, I started moving the hand resting on her thigh.
The soft give of her flesh filled my palm.
I stroked slowly, savoring every inch of her thigh.
Right then her eyes lifted to mine. Our gazes locked, both of them burning.
"Got a girlfriend?"
"Nope… been about three years. You?"
"Hmm~?"
I uncrossed the leg I'd been using to hide my hard-on and sat straight.
No more point in hiding it.
Whether she accepted or rejected me, the moment of truth had arrived.
My cock, one second from exploding through my pants, finally showed off its full, thick glory right in front of Dambi.
Pants and underwear still covered it, but anyone could tell this bastard was rock-hard and ready.
"Got a boyfriend?"
I slid my palm deeper along the inside of her thigh.
"Nope~ About a year now?"
"So you're single?"
"Guess so~ Hehe~"
I took the hand that had been stroking her thigh and guided her free left hand—the one not holding the mic—straight onto my throbbing cock.
"Don't like it?"
"Holy shit, it's huge."
"You made it this way."
The second my hard dick touched her hand she flinched, then after a brief freeze her fingers started moving.
I reached up and grabbed one of those heavy tits.
The firm, watermelon-like weight lit up every sense in my body; my cock started leaking precum in thick strings.
The song had already ended; only the intro looped while two horny bastards burned holes in each other with their eyes and their hands got busier exploring each other's bodies.
"Hey~ We can't~"
After groping her tits for a good while I snuck my free hand under her panties—and for the first time Dambi actually refused.
"Why?"
"There's people around~ And I still don't know…"
"Mm… yeah, here is a bit much."
"A bit much? You were sporting that tent even with the girls and the other guys right there!"
"You saw?"
"How the hell could I miss it~!"
"Give me your phone."
Dambi unlocked it without fuss and handed it over. I dialed my own number, hung up immediately, and gave it back.
"I'll text you."
"Do whatever you want~"
If the place had just cooperated I could've fucked her right then and there, but for today I decided to settle for the original goal—getting her number.
We'd only known each other three days. Handing over her pussy to some random bastard she barely knew still felt like a stretch for her.
The fact that she hadn't rejected the skinship already told me fucking her was only a matter of time.
Today or tomorrow, she was getting fucked either way.
We finished out the full hour and left the coin karaoke.
Once she was sure I wasn't going to jump her, she didn't dodge my hands stroking her thighs and tits.
Dambi, for her part, kept caressing my crotch and cock like she was already training the dick that would soon be splitting her open.
"Go on in. See you tonight."
"Yeah, I'm going~ Bye-bye~"
After wetting her mouth with water she looked a bit more sober, color back in her cheeks. We shared a cigarette, then I put her in a taxi and sent her off.
I opened my phone and shot her a "sleep well" text. The reply came almost instantly.
The bitch was recycling the exact line Nabi had used to shut down Keun-hyeongnim's sincere confession.
Ah, fucking bitch… absolute piece-of-shit bitch… My cock had already leaked so much precum it left a wet stain on my pants.
She knew exactly what she was doing, stroked my dick like that, then just left…
On top of that, hearing she was off today made my chest drop like the sky was caving in.
But unlike the other fucking bitches, she was bright, lively, and didn't seem like the type to just hand over her pussy to anyone. Once I finally ate her there probably wouldn't be any drama, so I decided to let it slide for today.
I went home blue-balled, the pussy that had been right there left untouched, too broke to even hit Jadang.
I splashed some water on my face, lit a cigarette, and was just about to soothe the cock that felt ready to explode when a text notification buzzed.
There on the screen was a photo of the red panties Dambi had been wearing today.
One look and you could tell her pussy juice had flooded them—the crotch was soaked dark. Then the bitch's message popped up right after.
Staring at the photo of those panties soaked with Dambi's pussy juice, I jerked off like a madman and finally shot my load in a long, satisfying spurt.
Every last drop of energy drained, I sprawled out on my back and blacked out into dreamland the second my head hit the pillow.