Things That Happened on Christmas
Behind the stage stretches a vast, empty space, as hollow as the dark side of the moon where the bustling staff scurry about, hidden from the dazzling lights. But the performers' waiting room is quiet. It's a modest prefab container box, just big enough for five people to lie down in. Off-limits to anyone but authorized personnel, a small table is piled with snacks for the cast, and a large vanity mirror takes up one wall.
Why do I know this in such detail? Because I just became staff.
"You... you really mean it?"
This was a line I'd heard from so many women I'd gone after. The trembling voice right before the pounce. Now, that frail prey's voice echoes in my throat.
"It's a special thank-you gift from me. You just sit there nice and still, okay? ♥"
The official prize was a smartphone and a data plan discount. But here, Yeon-su added a special bonus: a blowjob.
She'd followed me eagerly, sat me down in the chair, and yanked my pants down with expert ease. Alone with her at last, my already massive cock sprang free the moment she pulled off my underwear. Spotting the ferocious beast, she licked her lips like she'd found a delicious treat.
"Mmm~ Looks like you were really looking forward to this?"
"How could I not, being alone with you all the way back here...?"
Outside, people are still milling about in this dangerously exposed spot. But crammed in this tight space with a yoga-clad bombshell? Even a monk who'd attained enlightenment couldn't hold back.
She teases it lightly with her fingertips, tapping away playfully.
"Any woman would love it, and it gets rock-hard right away. What a troublesome guy. ♥"
"It's not just any woman..."
"So it only got this excited because I offered?"
Emboldened by my words, she grabs my thick shaft without a hint of hesitation. Her right hand strokes it lightly back and forth, then plants a kiss on the tip.
Smack! ♥
It throbs hard! Her goddess-of-the-hips lips send my dick into a frenzy of delight. Honestly, I'd rather strip that tempting body and plunge in right now than settle for a blowjob. But this flimsy prefab wouldn't hold up to rough pounding, and we don't have the time anyway. Out there, the ice queen is waiting, her patience cooling fast.
Body screaming yes, brain spinning in chaos—pure madness.
"Slurp slurp slurp ♥"
"Oh...!"
She works it eagerly with her small face, hands never stopping as they fondle my swollen, precum-packed balls. Her cool outdoor-chilled fingers warm up quick from the friction.
"Mmm... smack ♥"
"Fuck... you're driving me insane..."
"Hehe, you've got a lot backed up, huh?"
"Been holding back for days..."
"Saving it all up for your girlfriend? What if I steal it midway? ♥"
She's just teasing, no real remorse, as she licks even more aggressively. She gathers spit on the head, sucking it devotedly. Zeroing in on the glans and sensitive spots. Her mouth's too small for deepthroating, but busy hands make up for it.
"Damn... you're killing me, Yeon-su..."
"♥"
Seasoned milf technique at its ripest. She sucks while shooting sly upward glances. Just like I know all her hotspots during sex, she knows exactly what gets me going. Too many erotic triggers to count.
"Pop!"
She pulls off mid-suck and strips off her yoga top, unleashing those perky, jiggling tits.
"Here, they're all yours—feel free to grope away. ♥"
"......"
At this thirst-quenching moment, with tits presented like a platter, I lean in mesmerized and grab them. Her firm breasts topped with stiff nipples. Defying her age, they haven't sagged a bit—perfectly shaped handfuls.
"Hehe ♥"
Before I know it, she's standing over me as I sit, naturally. She slips down her yoga pants—and her black panties too. There it is: her pretty pussy peeking through the bush. The exquisite hole I'd devoured to my heart's content before.
Tight-lipped blowjob, tit access, pussy reveal. Step by step seduction. This was her ploy. Think you'll settle for just head? Her labia winks invitingly.
"Ugh... screw it! I can't hold back anymore!"
"Ahhng ♥"
I yank her into a tight embrace. Straddling my thighs on the chair, facing me, I thrust up into her in a seated lotus. The spot's too risky for doggy or missionary, but this works. On the chair, I hurry my scorching cock into her eager hole and rock hard.
Squeak squeak squeak ♥
Her elite pussy swallows my huge dick in one go. Supreme tightness gripping me.
"Haa... your pussy's fucking delicious, Yeon-su...!"
"Mmm. Your personal favorite hole, custom-made for you. ♥"
"Shit... even making those slutty sounds I love!"
"I know everything about you. ♥ Want some tit too?"
She offers her breasts right to my face. Those two hefty orbs dangling and bouncing from our chair-rocking rhythm.
Smack smack smack smack smack!
"Ahhng... ♥"
No hesitation—I bury my face in. Tongue swirling as I suck her tasty tits greedily. Arms around her waist and back, I piston my horny hips like mad. Her warm embrace, chewy pussy walls hugging my cock. Thighs and ass I can grope anytime, no matter who's watching. Pure heaven. No, forget heaven—Yeon-su's body alone is enough.
With her top-tier figure, I want for nothing.
"Haa... Yeon-su, I'm almost..."
"Already? Gonna cum?"
"Yeah... wanna fill you up, knock you up with my baby batter."
"You really are... ♥"
Today's extra-lewd Yeon-su speeds up my signals. Thick semen surges up my urethra from balls bloated days of denial. I pull her face into my neck to hide it, whispering filthy temptations in her ear.
"Cum anytime. My womb's hubby-exclusive, right? ♥"
It swells bigger! Bursts harder inside her.
"Such a dirty mouth!"
"Haang... ♥ Ahng...! Ng!"
"Gonna impregnate you! Make you pregnant for sure!"
"Mmm, then hurry and creampie me, hubby. ♥"
"Ooooh!"
"Hng, hnnnggg... ♥"
Chub chub chub chub chub chub ♥
I buck wildly to the finish. Spurt! Spurt spurt spurt spurt spurt! ...Spurt ♥
Days of pent-up dense baby seed pumps in rapidly. Conquering my dedicated cock-sheath once more. To swell the sly vixen's belly, it burrows deep. I thrust my cock-base fully in to help, hugging her tight so the tip grinds deepest.
"Haa... haa... ♥"
Post-climax, she gazes down at me from my lap. Still wearing that sultry expression, we tangle tongues in a deep afterglow kiss. We break only when oxygen runs low. Her flushed, drunken face—and those moist lips—hint at what's coming.
"That was fun. ♥ Say hi to your girlfriend for me. ♥"
"......Ah."
As I let out a gasp, she pecks my cheek quick. "Girlfriend" yanks me back to reality. I'd succumbed to her seduction, lost in sex trance. I check my phone in my lowered pants pocket.
...Looks like 20 minutes passed. Distracted by her lewd body, I'd left Seon-hwa hanging for 20 whole minutes.
How to make this up? Despair hits as Yeon-su hops off, gathers her clothes, and slips them on. Long padding coat on, she twists the doorknob, waving breezily.
"Catch you later—I'll text. ♥"
She slips out like it's none of her business. Licking her lips like she'd savored my load, she leaves first.
"......Fucked."
The wild fox got me good.
"......"
"......"
"......"
"......Cough."
"Coughing now?"
"Sorry."
Inside the cozy, Christmas-buzzed cafe, our table alone chills the air. One wrong move, and her wrath could end me.
Reunited with Seon-hwa. But walking the streets together felt like skating on thin ice. We made it to the cafe somehow, but the vibe's still arctic.
Fine, the stage antics aside—the real crime was leaving her alone so long.
"Hoo..."
A long sigh. Seon-hwa sips her hot coffee, head throbbing from rising fury. The rich bean aroma, caffeine-sugar harmony warms her insides, easing the furrow in her brow a tad. Time heals, it seems—anger thawing slightly.
"Fine. How do you wanna die?"
Wishful thinking. Death sentence, no trial.
I try self-defense. "...Isn't it a bit early to die?"
"Talking back after what you did? Who the hell was that bitch?!"
She lunges across the table like she'll devour me; I raise both arms in surrender.
"She's an instructor! Famous one—on TV and stuff. Met her at the studio somehow."
"How's a celeb like that know you?"
"Went to classes a bit, so naturally..."
Her eyes narrow.
"That's all it took for Pocky in front of everyone and a butt grope?"
"It was the event! For the show—entertainment value. She's got a playful, mischievous side."
"You expect me to buy that?"
"......It actually happened."
That snippy retort hits a mine—deep frown returns. Before punishment, I offer tribute hastily.
"B-but look, I even won the prize! Take this and cool off."
I hand over the wrapped gift box. Latest Galaxy phone inside—worth over 1.5 million won. I did win, so I got it fair.
Seon-hwa shows zero interest, not even a glance.
"I only use iPhones."
"Trade it on the used market!"
"Not doing cheap secondhand deals."
"F-fine, I'll sell it. Use the cash for a trip abroad later?"
"Go play with your side chick on that money?"
"......Don't wanna?"
"I'd rather die."
Tribute useless. Her frozen heart's door slammed shut, bolted tight. Miracle she's still here.
...Or maybe she's giving me one last chance.
No more flippancy. Time for uncharacteristic sincerity. Deep, heartfelt remorse.
"Sorry."
I clasp her cold hand tight, pouring in my sincerity.
"Really sorry. Sorry for making you wait in the cold. Apology's not enough, but I'm sorry."
"......"
"I know I fucked up. But hotel check-in's soon—let's go, grab dinner, watch the night view."
"Not feeling it."
"I prepped it all for you. I'm truly sorry, so I'll give you all-day service time. Yeah?"
"......"
My earnest plea thaws her icy fortress a bit. The date was great till the bomb dropped. Prior points earn some leniency. Plus, she doesn't want a ruined Christmas sulk-fest—self-restraining her ire.
Our clasped hands warm; no more sullen coffee gulps.
Time to move.
"Alright, let's go?"
"Hmph."
Before her queenly heart's door narrows again, I hurry close, gripping her hand firm. That delicate, glass-like heart no one else can claim—I've reclaimed it. To melt this chill in our private hotel, I step toward the cafe stairs.
"No place to go on Christmas for real? Bullshit?"
"It's... harder to book than I thought..."
"Forget it. I'll finish my coffee and we split."
"Don't go extreme like that..."
The voices drift up from the stairs below. Angry woman, groveling man. Both voices hit way too familiar.
"Huh?"
"Huh?"
"......Huh."
"?"
Lee Jeong-su and Yoon Mi-na. They freeze mid-stairs, staring up at us wide-eyed.
What a goddamn coincidence.
Ah... God, please. God of Delinquency, have mercy. I pray silently from the heart.