With Junior Park I-rae
*Smack! Smooch! The room echoed with the wet sounds of sucking and slurping. Under the dim lighting, in the deep shadows, a man and woman pressed tightly together, mingling their breaths...*
Seong Ye-han savored her lips while feeling Park I-rae's warm, firm body as she charged at him with fervor and passion. To be honest, she was pretty clumsy. Aggressive, sure, but she didn't seem to know exactly what to do—just pushing forward relentlessly. Still, the way his junior desperately latched onto his lips and tongue, sucking eagerly in pursuit of pleasure, was both lewd and endearing.
Churp—slurrrp—
"Haa... ahm."
Park I-rae wrapped her arms firmly around his neck, gripping as if she never intended to let go. The old Seong Ye-han might have struggled, but now he could break free with sheer strength anytime. Yet he didn't reject his brave junior's boldness.
"Mmng... smack. Haaang... chup."
Instead, he reached out—one hand cradling the back of her small head, the other sliding down her slender waist to knead her springy ass firmly.
"Ah! Senior..."
Her buttocks, feeling a man's touch for the first time, quivered and clenched in tension. A moan escaped her slightly parted lips.
Seizing the moment, Seong Ye-han opened his mouth.
"This is how it has to be. You must have some idea by now..."
"It's okay, senior."
"..."
"For hunters... this isn't all that rare, right? Stuff like this."
"But it has to be this way..."
Park I-rae's eyes, fixed on Seong Ye-han, still burned with unyielding resolve.
"Senior. You don't hate me, do you?"
"Of course not."
"Am I... not attractive as a woman?"
"..."
Her eyes wavered with anxiety, despite her own determination—pitiful and vulnerable. To Seong Ye-han, Park I-rae had been nothing more than that prickly little academy junior just minutes ago.
But now? The pleasant weight of the female straddling him. The taut muscles she'd undoubtedly forged through grueling effort. It was only natural for a male's instincts to awaken upon sensing such a healthy, vibrant female body.
Squeeze—
"Ahh?!"
Even trapped in his pants, his cock raged furiously, asserting its presence by pushing up against the soft mound of the female atop him. Surprise flashed across her face, but realization soon dawned, blooming into a radiant smile.
"This... means yes, right?"
"Probably?"
"What a relief. Smack!"
As her soft tongue met his again, Seong Ye-han admitted it to himself. The junior he knew had transformed into a full-fledged female in just one year. Bold enough to throw herself at a man who already had a partner, brazen yet honest with her feelings...
His iron-hard erection, throbbing painfully, screamed to claim the woman before him right now—but Seong Ye-han held back. When it was time, he'd do it right; some things needed to be clear first.
Pop—pop—
"I-rae."
"Haa... what is it?"
"You knew what my ability is, didn't you?"
"Yesss... chup!"
"I won't ask how you found out... It was my mistake anyway."
Park I-rae, lost in the thrill of her first hot kiss, had clung to him heedless of his words—until now. She pulled back her lips and looked at him, though her hips still ground subtly against his, an irresistibly lewd motion. Seong Ye-han gripped her waist with both hands to still her, then continued.
"Due to the nature of my ability, I'll have to get involved with other women in the future too."
"..."
His meaning was crystal clear. Park I-rae had steeled herself for it, but hearing it straight from the mouth of the man she loved still stabbed at her heart like needles.
She'd accepted he already had another woman by his side, but more stray cats would join him ahead. From now on, she'd be just one of his many lovers...
"I don't care..."
She buried her face in the nape of his neck as she spoke. Her trembling body. Something warm and wet soaked his shoulder.
"If I minded that... I wouldn't have contacted you in the first place..."
All Seong Ye-han could do was embrace the sobbing woman. As gently as possible, he patted the strong yet delicate back of Park I-rae.
Her ragged breaths gradually steadied. Finally calming, she lifted her head from his chest—her once-beautiful face now a mess. The makeup she'd carefully applied was smeared and ruined.
"I... look ugly, don't I, senior?"
"No. You're still pretty."
"Liar..."
"It's true."
Yet in his eyes, his junior still looked beautiful.
"Don't look. It's embarrassing."
"I said you're pretty."
Seizing the arms she used to cover her face, Seong Ye-han pried them apart with gentle force and pressed his face forward for a kiss. A sticky, deep, scorching kiss to prove his words true.
Startled at first, Park I-rae soon sensed his intent and yielded to his assault. Their breaths merged once more, tongues entwining. The mingling saliva melted her mind into a haze, as if to erase all prior sorrow and pain—or perhaps begging it to be forgotten. Their kiss was stickier than ever.
"Haa... senior... this won't do..."
Churp—pop—slurp—
Park I-rae was a total virgin, her only knowledge from a few pornos. Her initial aggression—fueled by resolve, jealousy, obsession, and love—had long faded. To her, Seong Ye-han's deep kiss, honed by experience with Shin Ye-hwa and Na Yu-ri, was overwhelmingly intense.
"Haak! Haat! Hngh!"
He held her trembling, writhing body in an iron grip, refusing to let go as he continued the kiss. Meanwhile, he subtly rocked his hips, pressing his swollen hardness firmly against her crotch.
"Ahhh!"
Only when the wetness seeping through her clothes became impossible to hide did Seong Ye-han release her.
"Haa... hnggh..."
Without his support, she slumped into him like ice cream melting on a summer day.
"Ready to go?"
She knew full well what came next—far more intense than kissing, a true union. Her face flushed crimson as she answered.
"Yes... senior."
The liquor bottle was still more than half full, and most of the snacks remained untouched, but they didn't care. As they left the place, their tightly linked arms—warm enough to fend off the biting winter wind—heralded what lay ahead.
A dark room with the lights off. Outside the window on one side, the crimson sunset blazed its final fury, dyeing the sky.
"Oppa..."
On the plush bed—the same one she'd shared with Seong Ye-han since his tiny monthly rental—she struggled to calm her furnace-hot body.
"Hngh! Paha—"
Face buried in pillow and blankets, Shin Ye-hwa gulped ragged breaths. His scent filled her nostrils, stirring her mind before fading.
Wriggle, squirm. Twitch, shudder.
In her favorite position—what they called doggy style—she hiked her ass up and twisted her body. Lewd beyond reason, but unfortunately for her, the man who should ravage her wasn't coming home tonight. Her longed-for male was probably savoring another female right now.
Squelch—squelch—
"Ahng... hng... oppa..."
Her long fingers roamed between her thighs. Lewd squelches and sweet moans filled the room, the thick scent of a bitch in heat wafting up.
"Haa... aaang!"
It was Shin Ye-hwa's first time masturbating. Before Seong Ye-han, she'd had no interest; after, she'd had no need, feasting on his body instead. Even when he teased her mercilessly, she hadn't touched herself—but tonight, she couldn't hold back.
She rolled her swollen clit gently, savoring the electric pleasure climbing her spine. Her deep hole gushed hot nectar, twitching relentlessly.
Not enough... way not enough.
It felt good, sure—but her body, now addicted to a man's taste, craved more. A young, prime female's body yearned for something incomparably bigger and hotter than her fingers.
To fill her hole completely. To pound her itchy womb. She wanted Seong Ye-han's cock. His powerful thrusts slamming her ass thwack-thwack in rhythm would feel divine...
"Oppa... I hate you..."
Leaving her alone like this... Fresh loneliness stung her, and she scolded the absent Seong Ye-han. Sure, she'd allowed it herself, but humans were slaves to emotion over reason, and feelings shifted like the wind. This cute resentment he'd understand, she thought—freeing one hand to knead her swollen breasts and roll her stiff nipples.
"Haaang! Aang! Hnggh!"
The white bedsheets grew damp.
"Oppaang... fuck Ye-hwa's pussy... aaang!"
Begging the absent male, the bitch wailed sweetly.
A vast living room with a massive TV. Na Yu-ri sprawled across the huge sofa, watching the crime drama sweeping the charts.
"...!"
A faint, eerie feminine moan pierced the TV's sound.
"Mm..."
With only her in the mansion now, the source was obvious.
"......!"
"This bitch..."
She couldn't focus on the drama today. Even the snacks crunching away tasted bland.
"No tastier stuff around...?"
Na Yu-ri tossed her snack bag aside and sat up. A deep thirst gnawed at her, leaving her restless. Maybe cold water would help.
Her steps toward the fridge felt awkward.
"Haa..."
Sighing with an odd heat, she gulped the chilled water. Strangely, the clear liquid felt sticky.