This Looks Pretty Tasty...
In an instant my cock swelled rock-hard, straining against my shorts like it was about to punch straight through the fabric.
Do-yeon’s eyes locked onto that utility-pole dick of mine and stared like she meant to bore a hole right through it.
The bitch’s hand began stroking my thigh, soft and slow.
“Noona, hand me your phone.”
“Huh…? Why…?”
I kept staring at her eyes like I was about to snatch them right out of her head.
“So I can get your number.”
“Why…?”
Do-yeon’s gaze met mine dead-on.
Her hand never stopped caressing my thigh, occasionally giving it a firm squeeze.
“Because I’m interested in you, Noona.”
“Hmph… There are plenty of girls prettier and younger than me, right? You’ve got a girlfriend too, don’t you?”
Do-yeon lifted the head she’d been hanging and looked at me with a completely blank face as she spoke.
It was the exact opposite of the drunken mumble she’d been using just seconds ago. Her voice had snapped right back to normal, like the earlier act never happened.
The sudden switch left me so thrown I shut my mouth for a second.
“Noona, weren’t you drunk?”
A brief silence hung between us before I finally opened the zipper of my mouth again and asked.
“Yeah… I feel good…”
And just like that the slurred, murmuring voice was back.
What the fuck is with this bitch?
“Noona, you got a boyfriend?”
“Why do you need to know?”
Voice back to normal again.
I couldn’t keep up.
“I already told you—I’m interested… Noona…”
“You’re a bad boy, aren’t you?”
The hand that had been stroking my thigh suddenly grabbed the shaft of my utility-pole cock right through my clothes.
“Kh— Noona…”
“A player?”
“You’ve got a boyfriend too, don’t you?”
“So what?”
“I’m asking if that means it doesn’t matter for either of us.”
I reached out and stroked Do-yeon’s thigh in return.
It was incredibly soft.
“Mmm… Is that so…?”
Her hand left my cock and went back to kneading my thigh.
“You dating Dongpal-hyungnim?”
I asked the thing I’d been most curious about.
“No.”
“You two looked pretty close.”
“I tried him. He didn’t taste good, so I dumped him.”
What the fuck…
Tried him? Tried what?
“Tried what?”
“This.”
Do-yeon’s hand grabbed my utility-pole cock through the fabric again.
“Kh… Noona, what kind of woman are you?”
“This one looks pretty tasty, though…”
She stared at my cock and licked her lips.
Something about her felt way outside the bounds of normal.
Then again, ever since I started at Eden the only girls who seemed fully sane were Pureum and Kkotnim. Everyone else was either completely crazy or damn close to it.
“I’ll let you taste it, so give me your phone, Noona.”
“I didn’t bring my phone…”
I pulled my own phone out of my pocket, unlocked the pattern, and held it out to her.
“Then punch your number in.”
“What for…?”
“You just said the thing you’re holding looks tasty…”
The hand that had been gripping my cock suddenly pulled away. She stopped touching my thigh entirely and went back to sitting like nothing had happened.
The bitch whipped her head around and glanced left and right.
The more I looked at her the crazier she seemed.
“Never mind.”
Do-yeon handed the phone back.
Fuck, did I just get rejected?
She said my cock looked tasty.
“Let’s go inside.”
The bitch stood up without even looking at me and walked straight into the restaurant.
I put every ounce of willpower I had into forcing the utility-pole cock she’d just gotten hard back down, then followed her inside before I could even recover from the sudden blue-balls ambush.
“Why are you so late?”
Nabi scowled and snapped at me.
Because I was trying to get a number, you fucking bitch.
“I was talking with Jeonghun… then Noona and I had a smoke. That’s why I’m late, Noona.”
I parked my ass across from the two bitches.
Nabi stared hard at Do-yeon’s face, then poured herself a full glass of soju and downed it in one shot.
“You drink too.”
“Yeah.”
I held out my glass and Nabi filled it. I knocked it back the same way, then poured a round for everyone.
The second Do-yeon poured, she started sipping.
“You planning to work here a long time?”
“Yeah, as long as I can.”
“Then don’t get too close with the girls.”
“Huh?”
“Just keep that in mind.”
“Okay.”
Fuck, did this bitch catch on to something?
Out of nowhere she’s spouting random shit.
“What do you mean ‘don’t get too close’? You talking about dating?”
Nabi looked back and forth between me and Do-yeon.
“Never mind. Sorry—mind if I go have a smoke?”
“Huh? Uh, sure.”
Nabi’s weird comment left me no choice. I stepped outside the restaurant and quietly lit a cigarette.
Wondering what the hell that was about, I peered through the glass and saw Nabi holding onto Do-yeon, talking nonstop.
Was that “don’t get too close” warning somehow connected to that bitch?
Things had felt a little off ever since Do-yeon and I came back in from smoking.
I couldn’t exactly ask outright…
I smoked while sneaking glances at the two of them until Nabi finally waved me back in.
I flicked the cigarette anywhere and went inside, parking myself across from the bitches again.
Nabi picked up the soju bottle and poured a round.
“If anything gets hard while you’re working, tell me. I’ll help however I can.”
“Thanks, Noona… You’re reliable.”
“Heh.”
For the first time in two months, Nabi actually smiled.
So she really is human after all.
“First time I’ve seen you smile, Noona. You look way prettier when you do.”
“What? This little shit—”
Nabi made a face like she couldn’t believe what she’d just heard.
Fuck, her ears just turned bright red.
For someone with such a cold image, she had a cute side.
“You looked like you wouldn’t bleed even if I stabbed you… Smile more, Noona.”
“S-stop it! You little— are you messing with your noona?”
“No, you just look so cold… even though you’re fucking gorgeous.”
The bitch’s ears went completely scarlet.
Her cheeks looked a little flushed too.
Is she just shy?
With a face like that she must’ve heard “you’re pretty” a few hundred million times already.
“What about me…?”
Do-yeon, who’d been quietly watching, suddenly cut in with a question.
“You, Noona… hmm, you’re complicated.”
“How so…?”
That half-drunk murmuring voice was back.
Fucking bitch, I can’t get a read on her at all.
“You look innocent, but then you don’t… like you’ve got a dual personality or something.”
“Huh…? Hehe…”
I just told her straight.
Trying to fill the empty seat Jeonghun had left, I emptied my brain and kept spouting whatever came to mind.
We tore into the gopchang and kept the glasses flowing, and the company dinner climbed toward its peak.
“We’re closing now. Sorry.”
A restaurant busboy came over and basically told us to get the fuck out so they could shut down.
“Let’s go.”
“Yeah.”
“Ahh… I still want to eat more…”
Do-yeon forced herself up like she really didn’t want to leave.
Nabi headed for the register. I was about to step outside when Do-yeon grabbed my arm.
“I’m dizzy…”
She looked a little shaky, so I had no choice but to wrap an arm around her waist and help her walk.
Do-yeon rested her head on my shoulder and took one careful step after another.
Nabi finished paying, came out, looked at the two of us, and her face twisted hard.
Then she strode right up and smacked Do-yeon across the back with an open palm—loud enough to crack.
“Ah! Unnie, that hurt!”
“Hey!”
Nabi looked like she was about to say something, glanced at me, and shut her mouth.
But Do-yeon, who’d been wobbling just a second ago, was now walking perfectly straight.
This fucking bitch… she’s completely insane, isn’t she?
I was starting to understand.
This one might actually be the legendary fire fox.
I followed the now-upright Do-yeon all the way to Nabi’s car.
She walked tall and proud the entire way, never once stumbling.
Suspicion turned into certainty.
“Sorry, but take a taxi.”
Nabi gave an awkward smile and basically told me to get lost by myself.
Thinking back on how Do-yeon had acted, it made sense.
Nabi had known about Do-yeon’s fire-fox nature for a long time and had sensed she was trying to snatch me up.
That’s why she’d made that awkward “don’t get too close” comment.
The pieces fit together pretty cleanly.
Plus this was the crazy bitch who’d fucked Dongpal-hyungnim and then dumped him because he “didn’t taste good.”
In short, she’d hit it and quit it.
“Thanks for the meal today, Noona… Get home safe.”
“Yeah, see you tonight.”
“Bye.”
Do-yeon gave me one last look with those eyes that seemed ready to devour me any second, then climbed into the back seat.
I waved them off and waited until the car completely disappeared.
Then I quietly lit a cigarette.
Anyway, I’d achieved the goal of tonight’s dinner.
We’d broken the ice, and I had a feeling Nabi and I would get along pretty well.
Do-yeon was a little out there, but her crazy behavior didn’t particularly turn me off.
My own joj-jib girls were already casually doing shit even crazier than hers.
I took a few long drags, flicked the cigarette anywhere, and caught a taxi home.
“You’re late.”
“Yeah.”
I punched in the door-lock code. The second I stepped into the entryway, Dambi greeted me completely naked.
I stripped right there, handed her my clothes, and headed for the shower to scrub myself clean.
It was the middle of summer, so I reeked of sweat.
When I crawled out still dripping, naked Dambi carefully dried every inch of me with a towel.
“Who’s calling at this hour? Your phone rang.”
“Huh?”
Nobody should be calling me…
Eun-ha or Hyojin maybe?
After Dambi finished drying me and patted my back with the towel, I walked over and picked up my phone.
I unlocked the pattern and checked who had called—unknown number.
But the same number was already sitting in my call log.
It looked like it had come in about two hours ago… right in the middle of the dinner?
I racked my brain but couldn’t remember anything.
If I had to pick something, it was when I’d tried to get Do-yeon’s number and she’d refused.
Dambi and I sat side by side on the sofa in the TV room and I lit a cigarette.
I couldn’t stand the curiosity, so I dialed the number that had called.
It rang a few times, then someone picked up.
“Hello?”
“Yeah… it’s me…”
“Do-yeon Noona?”
“Yeah… haah…”
This fucking bitch… when the hell did she get my number?
I was sure she hadn’t typed anything in…
I rewound to the moment after I’d sent Jeonghun off, when Do-yeon and I were smoking in front of the restaurant.
The bitch had been all over me with the skinship. I’d handed her my phone to get her number, but in the end she hadn’t done a single thing with it.
She’d just looked around with that weird behavior.
I’d been watching her closely, so I remembered it clearly.
But fuck, she’d called me.
And the number was already logged.
“Who is it?”
Dambi asked in a mosquito-quiet voice.
“Do-yeon.”
I lowered the phone for a second and answered in the tiniest whisper.
Dambi grinned and wrapped her hand around my utility-pole cock, giving it a shake.
“Answer it.”
She urged me to take the call.
Crazy bitch.
“Yeah, Noona… when did you even put your number in? I didn’t see it…”
“Mmm… haah…”
Is that a moan?
“Noona, what are you doing right now?”
“Yeah… that thing of yours I touched earlier…”
“Huh? My thing?”
“Yeah… your cock…”
“What about my cock?”
Dambi’s hand started shaking my utility-pole cock faster.
“Thinking about the cock I touched earlier… mmm… haang… haah…”
“Thinking about it? Are you touching your pussy right now, Noona?”
“Mmm…”
Do-yeon’s moans were getting clearer by the second.
“Fuck, that’s hot… I was jerking off thinking about you too, Noona…”
“Haang…”
“So that’s why you called? Your pussy was itching for it?”
“Mmm… ahang…”
I could hear the wet sound of something being sucked.
“What are you sucking right now? I can hear it.”
“Mmm…”
“Hold on a sec, Noona… I’m jerking off thinking about your pussy too… listen…”
I held the phone right next to Dambi’s hand as she stroked my utility-pole cock.
After about five seconds I put it back to my ear.
“How’s that… Noona…?”
“Mmm… you were stroking it like that… thinking about me…?”
“Yeah… with the same hand that was touching your thigh… I’m stroking my cock…”
“Haah… I want to see it… that…”
“That…? What ‘that’…?”
“Mmm… that…”
“Say it… you already said it a second ago… then I’ll send you a pic, Noona…”
“Mmm… your cock…”
“If I send you a cock pic, will you send me a pussy pic too?”
“Mmm… send yours first…”
“No deal. You’ve gotta send a pussy pic too.”
“Haang… fine… hurry…”
“One sec, Noona…”
I pulled Dambi’s hand off the utility-pole cock she’d been pumping.
Then I opened the camera app.
I adjusted the angle carefully so my face and whole body would be in the shot, gripped my utility-pole cock and aimed it at the ceiling, and snapped a few photos.
The call had already ended, so I sent Do-yeon the cock pics via text.
“This one’s a crazy bitch too—not as bad as you, but… heh.”
“What happened?”
“She’s a total fire fox… We were just smoking for a bit and she started grabbing my thigh and my cock…”
“Heh… pervert.”
“Yeah. I handed her my phone to get her number and she just walked off… No idea when she even put it in, fucking bitch…”
“She’s masturbating thinking about you?”
“Yeah… the second she picked up I could hear her moaning…”
My phone buzzed. I checked— a photo had come in from Do-yeon’s number.
“Fuck, she actually sent it.”
“Let’s look together, baby.”
Dambi rested her head on my shoulder and stared at the phone with sparkling eyes.
I opened the message. There was a photo of Do-yeon with her legs spread wide, fingers on her pussy.
Just like mine, her face was in the shot, pussy and asshole completely bare and explicit.
Pussy juice was already dripping down, soaking her pubic hair.
I called Do-yeon again.
It rang twice and she picked up right away.
“Noona… I saw the pic… fucking hot as hell…”
“Mmm… I want to eat your cock… haang…”
“I want to fuck your pussy too… You saw the pic, right…? I want to shove that cock into your pussy and pound it…”
Dambi grabbed my utility-pole cock and started pumping it like a madwoman.
“Kh… Noona… I can’t hold it… I’m gonna cum…”
“Mmm… me too… haang…”
“Fuck… kh… Noona…”
Do-yeon’s moans and Dambi’s motor-powered hand made me feel something surging up from my balls.
“Ugh! Khh… Noona!”
“Haang… mmm! Haaang!”
Do-yeon’s moans spiked sharp, then a long sigh came through.
“Haah… Noona… one sec…”
I hung up and took a photo that clearly showed the cum coating my utility-pole cock and pubic hair.
Dambi had already cupped her hand to catch it so nothing would splash, and her palm was covered in the mess.
She looked at me with burning eyes and stuck out her tongue, licking the cum off her hand.
I texted the cum-covered cock pic to Do-yeon’s number.
Then I called her again.
She picked up instantly.
“Noona… I just sent a pic… Thinking about you while I stroked it made so much come out…”
“Yeah… I just came too…”
“Can I keep contacting you?”
“Yeah… but be careful…”
“Huh? Nabi Noona?”
“Yeah…”
“Heh, got it… Let’s get along from now on… Noona… today was fun.”
“Yeah… good night…”
I hung up, stood, and shoved my cum-smeared utility-pole cock straight into Dambi’s mouth.
After enjoying a full blue-dragon roller-coaster ride, I roughly wiped her cum-covered palm and my pubic hair with wet wipes.
Then, just like always, we walked side by side into the bedroom.
Soon the crazy bastard and the crazy bitch started fucking on the bed, and the whole villa shook.