The Girlfriend Begging for Forgiveness
Hye-na felt the warmth of Yeon-woo's cock as it pulsed between her lips and she sucked without pause.
The thick veins under her tongue were clearly visible as she traced them with her tongue.
"Uh-hmm... k-kkhh..."
For a moment Yeon-woo forgot the silly, lewd face Hye-na was making and lost himself in the pleasure flooding his cock.
Yeon-woo's thick shaft throbbed deep inside Hye-na's mouth, filling every inch.
With every hard suck the soft flesh of her cheeks hollowed out, making her face appear even slimmer.
Watching her only made Yeon-woo's excitement surge higher.
He reached for even stronger stimulation.
He grabbed Hye-na by the hair and pressed her head downward.
"Deeper... go deeper."
Yeon-woo shoved her head harder against his groin.
The wet, slimy tongue licked furiously beneath his shaft.
Saliva poured from her mouth and drenched his balls while her small hand gripped his thigh tightly.
Overcome by raw lust, Yeon-woo yanked her hair even harder.
With his other hand he reached down and squeezed her breast, kneading it gently.
Hye-na's head bobbed frantically, spit flying everywhere, but she suddenly gathered her strength, pulled back, and pulled his cock out of her mouth with a wet pop.
"Haa... haa..."
Hye-na panted heavily, glaring up at him with watery eyes.
"If you push it so deep I'll choke and die, you know."
She kept staring at his massive cock.
"Anyway, I can't fit all of that in my mouth."
Hye-na wrapped her palm around his glistening shaft and began to stroke it slowly, her eyes growing lustful.
"Then... I'll have to put it in somewhere else."
He tilted her chin up with his free hand.
"That place will take every last drop."
Hye-na nodded obediently, stood up, and slipped her panties down her legs.
"You... you're letting me off?"
"No... not yet... so... from now on... I'll punish you."
Yeon-woo stood and dropped onto the sofa.
He crooked a finger at her.
Hye-na walked over without a word.
She lifted one leg and straddled the other side, climbing onto his lap.
Her soaked pussy hovered right above his cock.
Hye-na deliberately rubbed her slick folds up and down his shaft, using her natural lubrication to make them glide smoothly.
"I know... but don't be too rough. I'm already full just from having your cock inside me."
By now Yeon-woo's cock was shiny with her juices and her moans grew louder and more desperate.
"I don't know... I don't know if this is right. Is it okay to punish you and then forgive you... while I also wonder if another guy already fucked this pussy yesterday."
"Oppa!!"
Hye-na's expression froze.
Actually...
Yesterday...
She had been ruined by Professor Yeon Jeong-ho.
Was this man really not aware of what had happened... She felt uneasy.
But she quickly changed her expression and scolded him.
"Still... saying it like that is too much."
"So... just tell the truth without hiding it."
"That's..."
Hye-na tried to slip free from the situation by taking hold of his cock and guiding it toward her pussy entrance.
"Wait."
Yeon-woo stopped her and spoke calmly.
He slid one hand between her thighs, stroking her clit with his thumb.
"Ahh... why are you doing that."
Yeon-woo was examining the shape, wetness, and tightness of her pussy, teasing her slowly.
Hye-na's pussy was truly beautiful.
When Yeon-woo stared intently at her pussy, Hye-na turned her face away in embarrassment.
"Stop... it's too embarrassing. Don't look."
Hye-na grabbed his cock again, lifted her hips, aligned her dripping pussy, and slowly lowered herself.
"Hik... ah!!"
Following Hye-na's body, Yeon-woo's cock pushed inside her.
"Ah... ang... it's too... too big..."
Even though her moan was mixed with pain, her body took him perfectly.
Her slim waist moved flexibly on top of him.
While she stimulated his cock with lewd movements, Yeon-woo began peeling off her clothes one by one.
He pulled her shirt over her head and reached behind to unhook her bra.
"Truly a seductive pair of breasts."
"You can touch them however you want, Oppa."
"Only mine... is that right?"
"Oppa... please..."
"Correct."
"Of course. Only Oppa can touch them."
Yeon-woo laughed inwardly.
'Those fucking bitches... yesterday they spread their legs for another guy and now they act so innocent.'
Yeon-woo reached behind her back and unhooked the bra.
The bra fell away and her breasts bounced free, full and perfectly shaped.
He grabbed them hard.
"Haa... Oppa... be gentle..."
"Huh? You said I could do whatever I want."
"Aah... if you squeeze so hard..."
Her breasts rose proudly into perfect hemispheres, nipples standing erect.
Yeon-woo kneaded them while she bounced on his cock without pause.
"Oppa... I feel so good. I think I'm going to cum... Oppa..."
She was heading straight toward orgasm.
[Emotion Value 68]
An unremarkable number for when she would reach climax.
Every time her hips slammed down on his, the wet slaps of skin echoed through the room.
Slap! Clap! Slap! Clap! Slap!
"Ah... ang... harder... it feels so good..."
Hye-na moved without any hesitation.
"...Oppa... this is... too... ah..."
Her body was swept away in a frenzy.
Squish... squish...
The sound of her tight pussy sucking his cock filled the entire house.
"Haa... it's gripping so tight."
"Is it crazy? I don't like these kinds of sounds. How can it make that noise..."
"Haa! Haa! It's so good..."
Yeon-woo hugged her and kissed her deeply, feeling her delicious, milking tightness.
Chuuulp... hwuulp...
Hye-na's whole body suddenly tensed and trembled.
Her eyes rolled back as she squeezed his cock even harder.
Her pussy clamped down like dozens of living octopuses pulling on a suction cup, rhythmically milking him.
Yeon-woo grabbed her ass and flooded her insides with thick ropes of cum.
"Haa... haa..."
"Oppa... I can feel it... Oppa... I'm cumming... Oppa..."
Hye-na's moans echoed loudly through the entire building.
After her intense orgasm she collapsed onto him, limp and panting.
After catching her breath she murmured.
"Oppa... I really love you."
"Me too... but... until you sort out everything you said earlier and tell me honestly... I won't say I love you."
"I'll sort it out... quickly."
"Is it even possible?"
Yeon-woo's question made Hye-na hesitate, then give an awkward smile.
"It is."
"Don't make me wait too long."
***
Weekend morning.
Knocking sounded at the door of Yeon-woo's house.
Yeon-woo, still half-asleep, ignored it at first, but the knocking continued.
"Who is it?"
Wiping sleep from his eyes, Yeon-woo stood and shuffled toward the entrance.
Standing there was an unexpected visitor.
Eun-ju.
A tight black turtleneck that left nothing to the imagination.
A short pleated high-waist skirt.
Any movement would flash her panties; the skirt hugged her long, slender legs.
A belt accentuated her waist, and a stylish black jacket draped over her shoulders.
"Can I come in?"
She asked cautiously.
Yeon-woo hesitated, then stepped aside.
"Welcome, madam."
As she entered the room the atmosphere changed.
Her presence in this shabby one-room apartment felt like a temporary upgrade, turning the ugly space into something almost luxurious.
Yeon-woo guided her to the sofa, took her jacket, and hung it up.
"Sit here. Would you like coffee?"
"No... just water, please."
"Okay..."
Her gaze swept slowly over the narrow, messy room and her face showed displeasure.
"You... live here?"
She asked.
"Yes... it's a bit crude, isn't it?"
Yeon-woo answered with a calm smile.
"...I see."
Her short reply still carried a hint of looking down on him.
Her tone and attitude said as much, whether intentional or not.
Yeon-woo felt a flicker of irritation but hid it.
"Why did you come? And how did you even know my address?"
He asked while pouring water into a glass.
"That... it's easy for me. If I want to know something, I can find it out."
Yeon-woo handed her the glass and sat beside her.
"But why are you here?"
He asked.
Eun-ju stared at the ugly wall instead of looking at him.
"After what you told me... I thought about it."
"Huh? What specifically..."
"Information about my husband..."
"Ah!!! Really?"
"Yes... the enemy of my enemy is my friend, right?"
Eun-ju downed half the glass of water.
"And no matter what that man does... the only thing I can do is divide the assets and use it to my advantage when we divorce."
"I see..."
"If it's you... you could make him even more miserable than that."
Eun-ju finally turned and looked straight at him.
She couldn't exact revenge herself... it seemed she was pushing the task onto Yeon-woo.
"Th-then... shall I try?"
Eun-ju hesitated before handing him a thick folder and a USB drive.
Yeon-woo accepted it and tucked it deep into his desk drawer.
"But... did you really come because of this?"
"Uh? No... if not this, why would I have come to you?"
Yeon-woo silently scanned her from head to toe.
Perfectly styled hair, spotless outfit, expressionless face.
The natural elegance and aloofness of someone raised in wealth.
But inside Yeon-woo's mind flashed a vivid image of her writhing beneath him on this shabby sofa, moaning in lust.
That shocking contrast heated his chest.
And... he was certain she wanted it too.
At the door her Emotion Value had been 19.
Now, sitting opposite each other in this narrow space, it had already climbed to 42.
The extreme orgasm she had felt in the car with him had left a deep mark on her body.
The ultimate pleasure she had experienced for the first time in her life, both physically and mentally.
That memory still brushed against her skin right now.
Yeon-woo had recently realized through his relationship with Hye-na and Eun-ju that a certain pattern was forming.
Orgasm at an Emotion Value of 70 or higher was no longer simple pleasure.
It was like a drug to women.
The physical stimulation of his cock combined with the high emotional state created a synergy that drove them to the edge of ecstasy.
It went beyond "it felt good" and awakened a compulsive craving for the sensation.
It drove them to madness, forcing them to seek him out again.
The greedy look in Eun-ju's eyes right now was proof.
Yeon-woo noticed she kept avoiding his gaze and unconsciously biting her lip.
The story about visiting to deliver documents was nonsense.
She had come under the excuse of...
To be held by him again...
And feel that pleasure once more.
Yeon-woo was certain of it.
With her current Emotion Value... there was no need to manipulate her emotions deliberately.
Confidence turned into reckless action.
Yeon-woo slid his hand under her skirt and stroked the front of her panties.
"Whoa!!!! What are you doing?!"
