Eden - Pureum
I quietly tilted my glass, eyeing Pureum like I was about to devour her any second.
“Why aren’t you talking, Oppa?”
“Talking about what?”
“Then I’ll ask… Oppa, do you have a girlfriend?”
“Yeah. You already know that.”
“Yeah… you two looked so sweet together… It made me feel bad… Oppa.”
“Why?”
“Because I like you.”
“I like you too.”
Two horny bastards who’d just confirmed each other’s feelings raised their soju glasses and slammed them back in one shot.
“Break up with Dambi unnie, Oppa.”
“No.”
“Why not? You said you like me…”
“I do like you, but Dambi… no, Yeong-eun is my girlfriend. I made a promise.”
“What kind of promise?”
“That I can sleep with other women, but I won’t give them my heart…”
“Then you’ve already broken it. You said you like me… Oppa.”
“Yeah. That’s why I can’t leave Yeong-eun. Doing that would make me a real piece of shit.”
“You’re already a piece of shit, you fucking bastard.”
“Huh?”
Pureum grabbed the soju bottle by the neck and poured the whole thing straight down her throat. She slammed it onto the table with a sharp crack and wiped her lips with the back of her hand.
“You son of a bitch… If that was the plan, why did you treat me so well? Tell me. Fucking tell me!”
“Well… looks like you’re right. I am a piece of shit… Sorry.”
“Sorry fixes everything? Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Because I like you… No. Because I love you… you fucking bitch.”
“Love? Don’t make me laugh, you piece-of-shit bastard… In the end you just wanted my body, right?”
“I won’t say that thought never crossed my mind, but at some point it just… vanished. And that pissed me the fuck off…”
Pureum’s words cut off. She ordered more soju. Ignoring the restaurant kid who kept muttering that they needed to close soon, she barked at him until he brought two more bottles. Without another word we filled each other’s glasses and drank like maniacs. When even the extra bottles were empty, the kid finally snapped and told us to get the hell out.
I stood up quietly, paid the bill, and stepped outside. I pulled out two cigarettes, stuck one between Pureum’s lips as she followed me out, and lit it for her. The two of us squatted side by side and smoked together. We didn’t say a single word until the cigarettes burned down to the filter.
Pureum stood first and started walking. I followed. When we reached the main road I stepped ahead a little to flag a taxi. In that instant her hand shot out, grabbed the arm of this horny manager bastard, and yanked me back.
“I’m… not going home tonight.”
“You sure you can handle it?”
“Yeah. Over there.”
I followed the tip of her finger. A motel. A triumphant smile spread across my face as I bent my knees and offered my back. Pureum hesitated for a second, then climbed on. I groped her soft, plump ass the whole way to the motel.
I paid for a room, dragged her inside, and set her down on the bed. Right in front of her staring eyes I stripped off my clothes one piece at a time. For some reason my telephone-pole cock wasn’t reacting at all. I yanked my underwear off and tossed it aside, presenting my naked body—and my shriveled dick—to the bitch.
“Strip.”
“Okay.”
Pureum sat up. Eyes locked on my limp cock, she peeled off her clothes one by one. When she unhooked her bra, a pair of beautifully risen tits bounced free and scrambled my vision. Slowly my telephone-pole cock started to wake up. The corner of Pureum’s mouth curled upward.
She rolled down her stockings, hooked her fingers in the waistband of her panties, and yanked them off in one motion. Naked now, Pureum stood face-to-face with this horny manager bastard. My fully hard telephone-pole cock was already twitching and nodding toward her.
“Follow me…”
“Okay.”
We slipped quietly into the bathroom. I turned on the shower and soaked her body. I squeezed body wash into my palm and started washing her slowly, beginning at her shoulders.
“Hands behind your head. Spread your legs.”
“Mmh…”
Shyly spreading her legs just a little, Pureum closed her eyes and savored the touch of this horny manager’s hands. I reached out with both hands and cupped one soft tit in each palm.
“Haa…”
Her mouth fell open and a soft moan slipped out. I pressed my body tight against hers and jabbed my throbbing telephone-pole cock against her belly again and again. I gently kneaded those soft tits and flicked her nipples upward with my fingertips.
“Hnn…”
I felt her breathing grow ragged. Hot breath was spilling against my face. Slowly I slid my hands lower, stroking down her sides, past her hips, over her ass. I dropped to one knee and stopped just short of her pussy. A thick bush of pubic hair filled my vision. I wanted nothing more than to shove my tongue straight into that cunt and lick her like a dog, but I held back. I carefully coated each of her thighs with the soapy hands, then reached her toes—the highlight—and her whole body flinched.
“Th-there…”
“Stay still.”
Her toes curled and she tried to pull away. I didn’t give an inch. I clamped one foot firmly in both hands, spread her toes wide, and went to work the way I always did with my fucktoys—thoroughly soaping between every single toe.
“Haa… haa…”
When one foot was thoroughly wrecked I gestured for the other. This time she didn’t hesitate from embarrassment; she offered it right away. I set her foot on my knee, spread each toe, and carefully worked the body wash in. After both feet were done I stood slowly, squeezed more soap into my palm, and slipped my hand straight between her legs.
Pureum’s body jerked hard and a swallowed moan escaped her throat.
“Oppa… haa… hnn…”
I brushed past her pussy and asshole, working the soap deep into every fold of her crotch. Her legs trembled; she grabbed the hand that was cooking her pussy and ass and tried to pull it away. I ignored her, teasing the entrance of her cunt with my fingers without quite pushing in, thoroughly wrecking her entire crotch.
I stood fully upright and rinsed her clean with the showerhead. I’d half expected her to offer a shower service of her own, but she still had that civilian air about her—she didn’t even think of it. Does this fucking bitch not even give shower service to her customers? It’s not exactly required, but plenty of girls do it… First I’d ram my cock through her and open her up, then I’d train her properly on service.
I washed myself roughly, toweled her dry, and sent her out. Lately my fucktoys had always been the ones drying me off… How long had it been since I’d done all this grunt work myself? Suddenly the miserable life I’d lived before I started fucking Dambi came flooding back—scraping by on perilla leaves, drinking tap water just to piss it out again. Now I had several fucktoys already, and I was about to add one more. I buried those shitty old memories under concrete and headed for the bed where Pureum was waiting.
The bitch was sitting on the edge of the mattress with her legs tucked under her. I quietly pulled out two cigarettes, sat right up against her, and we smoked together.
“You sure about this? Nothing’s going to change just because we do it here.”
“I know. I won’t ask you for anything, so don’t worry.”
“But you’ve been talking casual this whole time.”
“Why? You don’t like it?”
“No. It sounds even better… Wish you’d started sooner.”
I reached out and gently stroked her back.
“Oppa… were you scared back then?”
“Huh?”
“When the cops came… Waiting in that weird room with no light… I was scared.”
“I’m human too. Of course I was scared… And for that shitty paycheck…”
“Then why didn’t you run?”
“Run where? If I ran, everything I told you would’ve been complete bullshit.”
“What…”
I put on a full show of bravado, dropped my voice low, and kept talking to her.
“I was scared as hell back then… but it wasn’t Yeong-eun I thought of first… and it wasn’t any other woman either… It was you.”
Of course it was a complete lie. The only thing that had actually gone through my head was whether I was about to get fucked if the raid hit. From what I’d heard, the girls usually got released with a warning or a light fine. Managers and pimps were a whole different story—minimum three million won fine plus a red line on your record. A criminal record. For someone who’d spent twenty-eight years trying to live like a half-decent law-abiding citizen, that would’ve been fatal.
“Oppa…”
“Yeah, Pureum…”
She turned her head and our eyes met. Sparks flew between the two of us as we stared without speaking. Suddenly this horny manager bastard’s mouth opened, tongue shooting out and diving straight into Pureum’s. After a brief hesitation her lips parted and her tongue pushed back. Our tongues tangled, swallowing each other’s spit. I greedily licked her tongue, tasting her mouth.
Mmm… sweet.
Had she been sucking on candy? Right—when we paid earlier the bitch had popped a mint.
“Want to move to the bed?”
“Yeah…”
Still holding her, I climbed onto the bed and laid her flat on her back. Then I grabbed those smooth legs and spread them wide. Between the thick bush of pubic hair, the split pink folds of her pussy scrambled my vision. A little of her juices had already leaked out; parts of the hair and the parted lips were glistening wet.
“Pretty pussy…”
“Haa… haa…”
Pureum’s face was flushed bright red. Breathing hard, she held her own legs open and waited desperately for the cock-obsessed bastard staring at her cunt to do something. I slowly lowered myself and stuck my tongue out. Then I pressed my face right against her wet pussy. A sticky, moist liquid coated the tip of my tongue. I shoved it straight inside her.
“Hnnngh!!”
The instant my tongue plunged into Pureum’s cunt, her hips jerked upward and then collapsed weakly. She grabbed my head with both arms and tried with all her strength to push me away, but I didn’t give a shit. Instead I stiffened the tip of my tongue, spun it in tight circles, and thoroughly wrecked her pussy.
“Haaang!! Hnnngh…! Oppa…! Aaaang…!”
Under this horny manager’s skilled tongue work, Pureum’s body twitched and spilled moans. The filthy wet sounds of me sucking her cunt mixed with her cries and heated the whole room.
“I’m putting it in, Pureum…”
“Haa… haa…”
After thoroughly wrecking her pussy, this horny manager bastard lifted his head, wiped the spit from his mouth with the back of his hand, and finished prepping to mount her. My telephone-pole cock was dripping precum and nodding nonstop as I lined the head up with her hole.
“Hyaang!!”
“Mmm… Pureum’s the type who gets really wet, huh… Soaking.”
The juices pouring from her cunt completely soaked the head of my cock, ran down the shaft, and dripped off my balls. I brushed the tip back and forth across her pussy, teasing her clit without quite pushing in.
“Oppa… hurry… hnnngh…!”
“Yeah. I was already planning to ram it through and open you up… You’re becoming my fucktoy now… That okay?”
“Haa… haa…”
She didn’t answer out loud that she’d become my fucktoy, but her face was already flushed bright red with consent. I nudged the soaked head of my cock in just enough for it to slip inside. Her pussy lips immediately wrapped around it and clung tight. I took one steadying breath, then drove my telephone-pole cock hard into Pureum’s cunt and buried it to the hilt.