14. SNS Star, College Goddess Yoon Mi-na (24/Slut Imprint) - Has Boyfriend♡
-Someone's Perspective-
"Pick up... come on, pick up...."
He lights a cigarette in a street smoking booth. On this chilly night, he stamps his feet while clutching his phone, desperately waiting for a reply.
He thought it would be the best day ever before the party started, but it ended up the worst. He got his ass kicked at the bar, and when it came time to pay, his parents had cut him off, nearly leaving him screwed. If that bastard hadn't left him fifty thousand won, he'd have had to wash dishes for work.
He takes a long, pathetic drag, and the acrid smoke fills his lungs.
Ring... ring...Click.
『...Hello?』
"!"
The call connects after an eternity of ringing. He stubs out the cigarette on the booth wall, tosses the butt carelessly, shakes his hands clean, and clasps them politely around the phone like it's a lifeline.
"Mi, Mi-na! You finally picked up."
『Why are you calling? Spit it out quick.』
"I... I'm sorry. I must've lost my mind getting drunk at the bar."
Even though his girlfriend isn't there, Lee Jeong-su clasps his hands in prayer. He's that desperate. She only agreed to date him after endless begging. And she's the rumored college goddess. If he zones out, she could fly away like a butterfly any second—maybe post single on SNS, or claim they're not officially a couple, or force him to schedule dates around her whims with all those bullshit conditions. But there's a reason he puts up with it.
Yoon Mi-na is gorgeous.
『That again? Whatever, it's fine now...』
"...You really okay? Mood better?"
『I said it's fine. For now—just later— Ah, what the hell!?』
"Mi-na!? What's going on?"
『No, it's just... Mom barged into my room, so I'm kinda flustered....』
"Your mom?"
『Yeah, family's around, so wait a bit— Ahh, aaang...!』
He pulls the phone from his ear. It's not a scream, not the sound of cheeks getting pinched by parents. It's the first moan like that since they started dating—high-pitched and thin. Confused, Lee Jeong-su wonders what it could be.
But first things first—his girlfriend's safety.
"You home? You okay for real?"
『Yeah...』
"So you're not mad at me anymore?"
『Nooo...! I said no— aang♥』
"Hello? You sure you're fine? Hey, so we're good now?"
『Fine, just...! I'm busy right now... Call later? Okay?』
"Y-yeah! Last thing... I love you, Mi-na."
"......Love... I love yooou...♥"
The call ends on that note. They kinda made up, but she must have something urgent. Wonder what's up at home.
'Eh, she's over it. Good enough.'
Now he can finally stretch out and sleep easy. Humming a tune, Lee Jeong-su heads down the dark night street, one worry off his chest.
Slap slap slap slap slap slap!
I grab Yoon Mi-na's stiff waist and shake her hard. Butt clenched tight, I pound away. Pussy juice splashes with every wet squelch.
"I love yooou...♥"
That's what she whispered into the phone at the end. Now sprawled out, she clutches it tight while offering up her easy-fuck pussy. The once-loose hole grips my root like a vice with its protruding lips.
"Damn~ You two are all lovey-dovey."
With that tease, Yoon Mi-na finally ends the call and glares back at me—still in doggy position.
"Shut up...! You went nuts during my call!?"
"Why? I was nice enough to hand you the phone, and you never said you'd stay still."
"Talk is cheap, you psycho! Who shoves it in and shakes their hips mid-call?"
She looks pissed at a glance. But I know better. Still buried deep, I let go of her slim waist. I lick up her spine and bite her slender shoulder. Her shoulder blades tremble sexily as she braces like a bitch in heat.
"Why so mad? You were loving it."
"Y-you psycho!? Wanna talk shit?"
"Shoved in mid-call and your juices dripped like crazy, gripped way tighter than before? Or was that my imagination?"
"Your imagination, dumbass!"
She yells, but strong denial means yes. She whips her head forward like she's ignoring it. It was half-tease, half-truth. I turned around during her call and slammed in—the setup was perfect—and in that short time, Yoon Mi-na was clearly feeling it. Soaked in seconds, gripped better. Nipples rock-hard when I grabbed her tits. Even if she denies it, the way she braced her waist stiff proves it.
"Wanna stop? Your call. But I'm finishing my meal."
"...Do whatever, psycho."
"Sweet!"
"......Aang♥"
Slam my hips flush—out spills her moan. Like she was waiting, she arches perfectly to take it. Squelch squelch squelch squelch squelch!
Devouring the feast she's laid out. Not just shaking her waist—I claim her tits, her nape, her pale back like looting enemy territory. Lick, bite, suck it all mine. After her boyfriend call, I crave tasting her more than ever.
"Wanna kiss?"
"Hngut...! What?"
"Kiss me."
Lips aren't off-limits. I ask, then lick and nip her cheek, demanding sticky-style.
The heated bitch looks at me with glazed eyes.
"Haa... You get me this worked up and now ask for a kiss...?"
"So, hate it?"
"......"
No more words needed. Lips crash like magnets. Still doggy, just twisting heads—tongues tangle.
"Haa... smack... slurp...... There, mmph...."
Sweet, lewd moans from coerced bliss. Pounding from behind like lovers swapping spit and sighs. After the long makeout, her plump lips glisten slick.
"Hmph, your kissing sucks?"
She smirks, tugging her lip like mocking me. Same critique from Lee Seon-hwa before. Guess two times ain't enough practice. Experience matters.
"Then lemme hit you with my best shot?"
Slam slam slam slam slam slam!
"Ohot! Eeehiit...! Sudden like that...♥"
Vibrate my hips—her body quakes. Arms on the bed, I pin her frog-like and fuck her down. Started loose, but adapting to my cock, her tasty pussy tightens more. Seems she gets off harder on forceful positions or special scenarios.
'This bitch gets more fun every meet.'
Submissive kink, huh? Today's meet was chance, but thanks to the god who paved the way for slut Yoon Mi-na.
Squish squish squish squish squish!
"Eeek! Close...! Why so stupidly hard!?"
"'Cause my fuckmeat's delicious!"
"Quit clinging! Aang...♥"
Grateful thrusts reward her. Lick her white back like melting vanilla ice cream under the pressure, whispering.
"Hey, 'bout to cum. Pussy up proper."
"......Don't order me around...!"
Smack!
"Haaang♥"
Sassy comeback—slap that thick ass. Pussy clamps tight. Limp waist stiffens again. Maso vibes for sure.
Anyway, climax building—I focus pounding. Chop chop chop chop chop chop chop!
Massive cock plunges balls-deep into her juice-soaked slut hole. Easy now at the entrance, I shake hard.
"Fuck yeah, cumming like this!"
"W-wait... Hngut, hnguuuuut!!"
My hot load blasts first—she flattens on the sheets, orgasming. Hips shudder, milking my balls like squeezing out more. Way tighter than round one.
'Getting better reactions.'
Reward for the grip: tie off the condom, set it on her waist. Fresh vibe, I check my phone.
MISSION SUCCESS!
Mission cleared. Actually second round already—done ages ago. Alert popped 40 minutes back. Got head, proper fuck. She resisted light at first but followed through, so timer off.
"Hey, timer's done."
"......"
She lifts from face-down, looks at me. No defiance—just flushed, panting, dazed stare.
"And now deleting the pics, but one last condition."
"...What now?"
"010-7XXX-XXXX. My number. Save it."
"? What? Why me?"
"No backtalk, just save. Not asking you to do shit—just save and delete later if you want. Confirm, and pics gone."
Yoon Mi-na eyes me warily, but harmless demand, so she caves. Shows me "Chae Seon-woo" saved on her white iPhone—ding.
SUBMISSION SUCCESS!
[Make Yoon Mi-na save your phone number]
*Additional reward: 500,000 won
'Nice.'
Really done now. Deletes pics on the spot, even the backups. Yoon Mi-na double-checks suspiciously beside me.
"You got copies...?"
"Nah. One-of-a-kind lucky find—only one in the world."
"One-of-a-kind, and it ends up with you...?"
"Long story, boring details. Don't believe me? Call when it leaks and bitch then."
"But..."
"If it spreads, pay whatever—reward, penalty, name it. Deal?"
"......Deal."
She's convinced—no liar vibe. She'd get scammed easy... but I'm no scammer, so delete button pressed. Sole pic vanishes forever.
Settlement vibe hits—Yoon Mi-na slips off the bed. Grabbing dropped clothes, her hips and thighs drip pussy juice in the sexy angle. Throat bobs.
"...And just saying."
"Hm?"
"I'm still hard. Wanna go more? Grab a condom."
My cock perks sitting on the bed. Stiff at her ass view. She grimaces disgusted first, but can't stare straight. Wants to speak, lips just wave.
"......"
Holds her clothes, spaces out, sets them down slow. Walks to the desk thud thud. Peels a condom, slides it over.
Can't help laughing.
"For real?"
"Y-you said it! What, hate it!?"
"Nah, love eating tasty pussy."
"......"
Saw the drip, tested— she accepted. Switch flipped? Still unsatisfied? Or my monster cock and Female Corruption Lv.2 unmatched? Who knows.
Rip! Condom on. Sitting, cock out: "Ride."
"...Ride?"
"My turn to enjoy. Lemme watch that hot body move."
Arms crossed, lean back. Cowgirl demand—she hesitates, climbs skilled, lowers waist.
"Haat...! So big♥"
"Fuck, pussy's killer... Shake those hips proper."
"Eut! Haang...! Hngut...! Haaaaang♥"
Boyfriend ditched, motel night extends.
+++
Sex with Yoon Mi-na ramps up. Past midnight already. Prime fuckmeat and chance—experiment positions beyond missionary or doggy.
Cowgirl her on top, side-lay and stab, both pronebone with thighs gripped wide, sticky pounding.
"Haang...! Yeah, there! Love it...♥"
Tested tons—she loves 'em all, problem. Any angle, she squirts broth. Now side-spoon, arm around, brush wet hair, suck nape. Sweat on pale skin tastes sweet.
"...Gotta say it upfront."
Exhausted from swaps, she murmurs low.
"Don't breathe a word to Jeong-su...."
"About?"
"Today... Pics go without saying."
"Cut ties, no gain—why snitch? Worry 'bout something else."
Yank hair, face her. Lick cheek—faint makeup taste.
"Worry what?"
"Fuck this often, no other cock'll feel like mine. Cool?"
"Keep going and now what—!"
"Guilt over boyfriend? Wonder if Jeong-su can satisfy like this."
"......"
"His problem. Let's keep going."
Squelch squelch squelch squelch squelch!
"Hooot, hooooooot♥"
Thrust up—she wails loud. Five rounds in, sloppy pussy welcomes anytime. Stretching to my spec, slut hole molding permanent.
"...Haa. ......Haat."
Long fuck later, spent—Yoon Mi-na recharges bed-edge. I shower thud thud, out. She dresses panties, hooks bra—leaving? Night of fucking, but dressing women's hot too. Grope ass, waist, tits—she doesn't shove off.
Slips on pink skirt, ivory knit stoically.
"Bye. Say hi to boyfriend."
"......"
Pretty and pure again, heads out... but returns. Stomp stomp, grabs lips.
"Mmph... smack... Chup...... slurp."
Farewell kiss? Messy tangle. Spit sticky, then part.
"Shitty kisser."
Smirks victorious, leaves room.
...Jesus.
Chuckle escapes. So predictable.