??-Rank Seong Ye-han
To be honest, Seong Ye-han was quite pleased with the current situation.
He never could have imagined that Shin Ye-hwa would storm into the men's restroom like this. And on top of that, the fact that she'd studied up on fellatio and paizuri was downright shocking.
But in the end, the fact that she could no longer hold back and had come at him so aggressively aligned perfectly with what he'd intended.
Originally, he'd planned to properly show her who was in charge—her, fidgeting restlessly from all that pent-up lust—and fuck her senseless.
But look at her now. Even on the verge of being roughly pinned down and fucked by a man, Shin Ye-hwa gazed up at him with eyes brimming with anticipation.
She didn't even care about the semen splattered on her face as she chased her pleasure. Shin Ye-hwa was utterly, irresistibly lewd like this.
"Our crazy bitch must've been starving, huh?"
"..."
No response from Shin Ye-hwa. She averted her desperately pleading gaze, but she didn't need to say a word—her body was honest enough.
Transparent love juices had already trickled past her crotch, sliding down her thighs in sticky rivulets.
"Hmmm."
He took a moment to admire her body, fantasizing about how he'd savor that delicious figure.
As he'd said many times before, the curve from Shin Ye-hwa's waist to her hips was fantastical. Just standing there, her wide hips that drew every eye combined with the doggy-style pose to unleash devastating power, accentuating her ass in that signature way.
Any man—any male—would naturally want to grab those hips with both hands, hold her so she couldn't escape, pound away mercilessly, and flood her depths with cum.
Seong Ye-han was no exception. But instead of plunging his cock in and enjoying her tight, chewy walls, he decided to hold off a bit longer.
If she hadn't already sucked him off once with her mouth and tits, he probably couldn't have mustered this patience. Thanks to her own efforts, though, he could afford to take his time.
"Heuk... ahk!"
He raised both her arms overhead, gripping them tightly with one hand to restrain her, then used his free hand to slowly stroke and rub her pussy. Hot, ragged breaths burst from Shin Ye-hwa's lips.
To anyone watching, it might look like rape. But she wouldn't hate it.
If Shin Ye-hwa truly despised it, the moment she put real strength into it, his hand might hold—but the flimsy restroom stall door would've shattered in an instant.
Rub rub—scratch scratch. The texture of her soaked, drenched pubic hair tickled his fingers.
One day, he'd shave it all smooth, he thought, as he continued the caress. It wasn't even that intense, yet her waist, legs, and the arm he held trembled visibly with arousal.
Seong Ye-han could've pushed his hand deeper to tease her clit and insides, but he held back one beat more.
"Ah? Ahang... why?"
Ignoring the bitch's disappointed moan, he moved his hand more broadly, stroking her firm lower belly, kneading the smooth, taut flesh of her inner thighs, and teasing the crease where leg met groin.
"Hauk?! Hiyang!"
He forced her flinching legs back open with strength, then circled her pussy entrance with his finger. Shin Ye-hwa went wild in an instant.
"Huaaang! Hwaang! There! Ahut!"
Hot honey overflowed from her gaping narrow hole. This time, Seong Ye-han finally thrust his fingers deep into her sticky, scorching flesh cavern.
Teased to the brink and finally getting what she craved—at least partially—she let out a joyful moan.
"Ahhat! Heut! In!"
Her walls clenched tight around the invading foreign object, clinging flawlessly to his fingers. Shin Ye-hwa's pussy wrapped around him so hotly it was greedy. Even pulling out took effort.
If fingers got this clingy and tight, just imagine how his incomparable cock would feel.
Squelch! Squish!
"Ha-eung! Hauht!"
Every time he tried to withdraw, her folds begged him to stay, wrapping around like a plea. He ruthlessly shook them off and pistoned in and out, then thrust deep, crooked his fingers up, and ravaged her wrinkled insides. Shin Ye-hwa convulsed wildly, crying out in ecstatic song.
"Ahak?! That... ahang! More! Haaang!"
No trace of pain or refusal anywhere—only joy, pleasure, and the aching longing for even greater bliss.
"You squirt just from a touch. Total bitch in heat, right?"
"Heu-eung... not... that!"
"Not that? You barged into the men's room in heat and sucked cock like a slut?"
"Th-that was..."
Stumped by his verbal abuse, Shin Ye-hwa shut her mouth. Even now, his touch was driving her mad with pleasure, after all.
But she still hated admitting it aloud.
With her silent, Seong Ye-han pressed on.
"Admit it. Lewd bitch in heat. Any guy touching you would get you like this, huh?"
"Yaat! Ahuk! Wait... ahak! No! Other guys... ang! Hate... them!"
She bristled at his line-crossing degradation, treating her like a used rag. But as if anticipating it, Seong Ye-han roughly stimulated her pussy before she could retort, turning her anger into cute whining.
Instead, she pushed her hips back against the hand dominating her pussy. Seong Ye-han smirked at the bitch's voluntary submission.
The conquest of her writhing body at his every gesture filled his chest with satisfaction.
Her legs barely holding her up as she melted in pleasure, Shin Ye-hwa kept up her rhythmic dance. Enjoying her hip movements, he slowly but deeply and surely caressed her pussy with his hand and asked,
"Then whose pussy is this?"
Treated like an object. Yet already ruled by lust, Shin Ye-hwa only grew more aroused and answered,
"Hauwk? Y-your... haak! Our trash's! Hiyang!"
No hesitation. A bitch's confession that instantly satisfied the male's conquest and possessiveness. Normally, Seong Ye-han would've been content.
But not today.
Today, he intended to solidify his relationship with Shin Ye-hwa once and for all.
"Trash?"
"Heu-euk... why again..."
His tone cooled, and his caress stopped dead.
He roughly yanked his fingers from her clinging pussy. Despite giving the answer he wanted, she shot him a resentful glare for withholding pleasure.
"Our crazy bitch. Time to fix that mouth of yours..."
Seong Ye-han released her restrained arms, gripped her hips firmly with both hands, and thrust his waist forward.
"Haaaak?!"
The hot, rigid male presence wedged between her thighs. But that wasn't what Shin Ye-hwa wanted.
"Quick... suck my cock quick! Feed me...!"
Contrary to her hopes, the male's scorching rod slid along the outside of her drooling pussy instead of entering.
Drooling from the heat against her skin, she shook her ass pleadingly. She tried squeezing her thighs together and twisting her hips to swallow it inside, but the huge, stiff thing was too much for her alone, no matter how she moved.
Larger movements were impossible with her waist gripped tight in his strong hands. She could only beg for his mercy.
"Heu-euk... please. Huh? Why are you doing this...!"
The bitch's deep belly ache had reached its limit. Seeing her crumbling, unable to swallow the overflowing drool from above and below, Seong Ye-han said,
"If you want it that bad, beg properly."
He released her arms entirely, stretched both hands forward, and roughly seized her massive tits.
Savoring the overflowing bounce filling his palms, he rolled and prodded her already stiff nipples with his thumbs, urging her answer further.
With her hips free, Shin Ye-hwa wiggled dreamily. But he still held her firm—just in different spots—so she couldn't take him alone.
Her own movements only mashed her gripped tits harder, delivering sharper, more frustrating pleasure that made her ache worse.
"Hauwk... hi-euk... ah-uu..."
The subtle sparks from her tits melted her resolve further. Her precious baby room whined shamelessly for Seong Ye-han's seed, her mind filled only with sex and cock—no other thoughts.
Plus, his occasional hard thrusts forward teased her clit with his hot, rigid length. Finally, Shin Ye-hwa raised the white flag of surrender.
Abandoning all pride, desire to control him, possessiveness—becoming nothing but a bitch, his plaything.
"O... oppa."
Even in doggy, face hidden from him, she covered it tightly with both hands anyway and spoke.
All the filthy lines from the curated porn he'd made her study all night.
She'd mimicked the acts on screen but never dreamed of the dialogue... until now. Life always defies expectations.
"Please fuck Ye-hwa's bitch-in-heat pussy with oppa's hard, tasty cock."
Words even mid-sex with Seong Ye-han she'd never imagined. She felt something solid shatter inside her, but she couldn't stop.
"Hm. Decent, but lacking a bit."
"You... too much."
Even in surrender, the male demanded more.
"Heu-uu..."
"Hurry, try harder. Beg in a way that makes me wanna fuck you right now."
Resentful at his merciless urging, the surrendered bitch could only obey.
A moment later, her mouth opened again.
"Ye-hwa's..."
"Ye-hwa's?"
"Ye-hwa's oppa-exclusive bitch pussy... feed it oppa's hard, awesome cock... please!!!!! I'll do anything oppa says, pleeeease!"
At her cry of total abandon, Seong Ye-han smiled in satisfaction and thrust his length deep into her sopping wet hole in one go.
"Yeah. Eat it up nice."
Splurt—
"Hwaaaaaang!"
Splash! Splash! Pound! Pound!
"Oppa! Hwaang! Ang! Ang! Ang! Oppaaang! Ahak! So gooood!"
And so, in the empty, frigid restroom, a scorching heatstorm began to rage.