Say Ah~, Oppa
"Nnngh..."
"Hyaaang...! Haa..."
I drove my telephone-pole cock all the way to the root in one brutal thrust, spearing her open. Slowly pulling my hips back, I watched Eun-ha's pussy lips cling and drag along the shaft as it withdrew.
"Babe... spread your legs a little..."
"Hm? Again?"
Just like last time, she was angling to shove her head into the gap between cock and cunt. Eun-ha parted her thighs sideways, making room. Dambi immediately lay down and hauled her upper body up — only the fucking bitch sailed right past the cock-and-cunt gap and ended up sprawled across Eun-ha's belly instead.
Wet smacking sounds started up. I turned my head and found Dambi tongue-fucking Eun-ha's mouth. Dambi's pussy was right there under Eun-ha's. I ignored them both and started pounding hard.
"Ah... fuck, A-rin's pussy tastes incredible..."
"Hnnngh...! Haa... Oppa...! Unnie...! Nngh...!"
"All three of you are insane..."
Hyojin sat cross-legged on the bed, filming the threesome on her phone and tossing out admiring commentary.
"Heh... this is what a proper fuck session is for... You getting wet? Jump in."
"Fuck off! Wait — Eun-ha's already open, isn't she?"
"Come on, don't play coy..."
I reached out and groped Hyojin's tit. One hand clamped onto one of Eun-ha's ass cheeks; the other worked Hyojin's breast. My cock kept spearing Eun-ha's pussy.
"Mmm... haa... A-rin's cunt is clamping down extra tight today, huh?"
"Hyaaang...! Oppa...! Hnnngh...! Aaaang...!"
"A-rin tastes so good... nngh... stick your tongue out... it's okay..."
Dambi was absolutely wrecking Eun-ha's mouth with her tongue.
"Getting a good shot? Can you see the cock going into Eun-ha's pussy clearly?"
"Heh... don't worry, you pervert bastard."
"I still need to open up that pussy of yours too... Watching these bitches go at it — you're not getting turned on?"
"W-what... Forget it, you fucking asshole."
"Heh... playing hard to get... Sooner or later you're ending up as one of my fucktoys anyway."
"Get your hand off, you piece of shit!"
Hyojin shoved away the hand working her tit and scooted back. The fucking bitch was clearly horny and still putting on this act.
With both hands free, I seized Eun-ha's ass cheeks and hammered my telephone-pole cock into her. The wet slap of thighs and ass colliding filled the room.
"Kh... I'm gonna cum... Ah... fuck, why does this pussy taste so good? A-rin!"
"Hnnngh...! Haaa...! Unngh...! Oppa...! Haaa..."
"Babe... cum in my pussy... haa..."
Dambi spread her legs wide and pinned both thighs open with her hands. I pulled my telephone-pole cock out of Eun-ha and lined it up with Dambi's hole — then drove it home in one savage thrust. Leaning forward, I shoved my tongue straight into Eun-ha's ass.
"Haa... I should be eating A-rin's ass too..."
"Uwaaang...! Haaa...! Nngh...!"
"Babe...! My pussy's gonna burst... hnnngh...!"
I felt the orgasm building. Face buried in Eun-ha's ass, I drew my hips back until only the head of my cock rested at Dambi's entrance — then slammed the full length of that telephone-pole cock home. The moment it bottomed out root-deep inside her, something surged up from my balls, raced along the shaft, and blasted out through the head in thick, powerful spurts.
"Nnngh...! Ugh! Ugh!"
"Hyaaang...! Aaaang!! Ang!"
It felt like every ounce of strength in my body was being sucked straight into Dambi's pussy. My thighs convulsed and trembled. I peeled my tongue out of Eun-ha's ass, put it back where it belonged, and slowly pushed myself up, sliding my cock free of Dambi completely.
White, watery cum welled out of Dambi's cum-stuffed pussy and soaked into the bedsheet.
"Hoo... Got a smoke?"
I held out a hand to Hyojin. She dug my usual brand — Hoose — out of her shorts and handed it over. I sat cross-legged on the bed and quietly lit up.
Dambi and Eun-ha were still locked in each other's arms, grinding their pussies together.
"Fucking bitches. You two gonna start dating or what?"
From the wet smacking sounds, Dambi and Eun-ha were going at it with a full-on makeout session. Both of them were my fucktoys anyway, so it didn't matter. Better if they got along.
I took a deep drag and blew the smoke into the air.
"Hey — got spare bedsheets? Gotta change these out with all the cum."
"Haa... haa... It's fine, Oppa..."
"We've got a few extras at home... Think we should give one to A-rin... babe..."
"Yeah... A fucktoy living alone needs a clean place. Would be nice if she just moved in with us..."
The place was fine for me and Dambi, but three of them would be cramped. Still, leaving a fucktoy living on her own sat wrong with me.
"Should we give up the place we're in now... and look for something bigger, babe...?"
"Huh? You got the money?"
"Yeah... I've got some saved up... If we get the deposit back and put a little more in, we could find somewhere decent..."
"Heh... No need to push it... Where we are now is fine... Once things pick up, I'll bring her over myself..."
Hmm... More fucktoys were going to keep piling up. Even with a measly one-fifty starting next month, finding a bigger place was a stretch. Unless I ran a handjob parlor of my own like Eden, maybe.
I felt the hunger for money that had been simmering in the back of my mind start to rise. For now, I'd dig in at Eden, learn the business, and plan for later.
I crushed the cigarette out in a paper cup and stood. Then I took Eun-ha by the waist, steadied her, and pushed my cock into her mouth. Once she'd cleaned it thoroughly, Eun-ha lay on her back and Dambi climbed on top, sandwiching me between them. I started working open Dambi's ass, and the heat of the fuck party showed no sign of cooling off.
"Babe. Here."
"Huh?"
I was heading out the door for my date with Pureum when naked Dambi called me back. A thick wad of ten-thousand-won bills sat in her hand.
"Got my paycheck... Feels like I'm just freeloading off you."
"It's fine... Buy Pureum something nice..."
"Yeah... But isn't this too much? Just take half."
"Heh... You might end up somewhere fancy. Keep it."
Somewhere fancy, my ass, you fucking bitch. Today I was just planning to shoot the shit, catch a movie, grab a meal, and head to work.
"Anyway... One solid fucktoy and you don't leave me any room to look at other girls, huh?"
"Babe. Kiss."
Dambi pushed her mouth toward me. I stuck out my tongue and gave her a long, sticky kiss. Then I waved and stepped outside.
I arrived at the downtown theater, lit a cigarette, and Pureum appeared — dressed to kill.
"Almost didn't recognize you."
"Hehe... Oppa..."
She must have hit a salon — her hair was dyed. Makeup looked heavier too. She had on a white sleeveless top and something close to shorts, and those dazzling thighs were doing a number on my eyes. Sneakers completed the look; she radiated full college-girl energy.
"There's a new Altman movie out. Wanna catch that? Looked pretty good."
"Yes, Oppa... I was thinking of seeing that one too."
"Alright... One movie, then food."
"Okay."
I took Pureum's hand. Those fucking eyes of hers — no. This one wasn't "those fucking eyes." Her bright pupils wavered for a second, then she smiled warmly, laced her fingers through mine, and walked into the theater with me.
We bought popcorn and took couple seats. She looked in good spirits, and I kept stealing glances, scanning her body, completely distracted. The movie might as well not have existed. Whenever our eyes met, she'd put on a shy expression and stare hard at the screen.
Hmm... Something was stirring in my chest, and I couldn't place it. I'd planned to work her a little, fuck her, and turn her into a fucktoy — but looking at her now, it felt like committing a crime.
Get a grip, you bastard!
This fucking piece of shit...
Suddenly I was furious with myself. Twenty-eight years of the same operating principle — whatever the pussy, fuck it first and figure the rest out later — and this girl next to me was about to shatter it.
She's just another pussy walking by. Fuck her once, fuck her twice, get bored, dump her. That's it. Stay calm. Focus on the usual playbook: get her in bed.
When the movie ended, I took Pureum's hand and we filed out of the theater.
"I've got a place in mind... Let's go there."
"Okay, Oppa."
Pureum smiled brightly and spun our joined hands in little circles. We chatted as we walked for about five minutes and arrived at a franchise family restaurant. I ordered the kind of stuff girls like — steak, wine, pasta. Since it was summer and they had parfait, I added strawberry shaved ice and a parfait too.
"Let me chip in a little, Oppa... I want to treat you, but I don't really have the room..."
"Nah, it's fine... After we eat, buy me a coffee outside... What am I, so broke I have to shake you down?"
"But it looks expensive..."
"I'm buying today. Next time you've got some breathing room, you buy. That works."
"Okay... Oppa..."
A little later the table was set. I picked up the fork and knife and went to work on the steak. The restaurant was packed — families out for a meal, couples everywhere. Probably guys who'd stuffed their fucktoys full so they could run daytime errands. Coming from a life of gukbap, steak was foreign territory, and the thing wouldn't cut properly.
Just give me scissors, for fuck's sake... This meat is tough as hell.
Pureum watched me struggle, then lifted her plate of already-cut steak and swapped it with mine.
"Here, Oppa. Eat."
"Ah... Sorry. This shit will not cut."
"Hehe..."
We talked while working through the steak and pasta. Pairing the steak with wine made it decent enough. I thought about bringing the fucktoys here sometime.
Pureum twirled pasta around her fork and held it out toward my mouth.
"Say ah~, Oppa."
"Huh?"
The sudden move from Pureum made my face go red before I could stop it.
"My arm's getting tired, Oppa."
"Uh, umm... Ah~."
I had no choice. I opened wide, and Pureum fed me the pasta. Chewing pasta a pussy had just fed me tasted surprisingly good.
We finished the steak and pasta, and dessert arrived — strawberry shaved ice and parfait.
"I don't usually eat this stuff... but it's pretty good."
"Yeah, it's delicious... Oppa."
When I met Pureum's eyes — the kind you could fall straight into — something slammed into my skull. Hmm... I needed to be careful.
We finished dessert while chatting and stepped out of the restaurant. I grabbed two iced Americanos to go, and we walked downtown together, sucking on the straws.
"Are you going to keep working here, Oppa?"
"Yeah... For a while, probably. Why?"
"No reason... I just wish you had a normal job."
"I'd like that too... But with my short résumé, the options are pretty obvious... And the pay would be shit..."
"Yeah..."
"You gonna keep working here?"
"Yes... For a while, I think..."
"Heh... Then I guess we'll keep seeing each other for a while?"
Pureum stopped walking, turned, and faced me. Those eyes you could drown in stared straight into mine.
"Yes... I'm really glad I met you here, Oppa..."
"Huh? Uh..."
Something charged and intimate settled over us. I knew this was the moment you go in for a kiss — but my body wouldn't move. Pureum kept looking at me. I couldn't look away from her eyes.
"Let's go, Oppa."
"Yeah..."
Pureum took my hand, spun it in little circles, and walked on with a spring in her step.
I'd just pulled the dumbest virgin move possible. The pussy had been offering her mouth and I'd failed to take it. Ah, you bastard... This shit's been going on all day. Even my telephone-pole cock — which normally got hard at the drop of a hat — was dead quiet. I didn't feel like myself.
We walked a long time. The sun started going down. Pureum checked her watch, turned, and looked at me.
"It's already seven, Oppa..."
"Yeah... Time to start getting ready for work."
"I had so much fun seeing you like this today."
"Yeah. Me too..."
"Next time—"
"Next time—"
We both said "next time" at the exact same moment.
"You first."
"You go first, Oppa."
"Ah... Next time we've got free, let's meet up like today again..."
"Yes, Oppa... I'd like that."
"Then I'll walk you to the bus stop. Come on."
"Okay, Oppa."
Hand in hand, we headed for the bus stop. A bus bound for the North Terminal pulled up. Pureum waved goodbye and disappeared inside. Luckily she snagged the very back seat, sat cross-legged, and kept waving at me through the window. I waved back and watched her go.
I pulled out a Hoose, stuck it between my lips, and quietly lit up. And I felt the hunger for money swell bigger than it ever had before.
For twenty-eight years I'd lived with money when I had it and without it when I didn't. But realizing I couldn't even properly set up a single fucktoy had left me crushed. Just now, putting Pureum on that bus, I'd felt the craving for money all over again.
I clenched my fist tight and put real force into it. Then I stared straight ahead. I dropped my hand back to my side and started walking toward Eden.