Fallen Saintess Ha Yeon-ah: Crunchy Indulgences
"Nngh... Mm...!"
Her mouth watered uncontrollably at the delicious food. Squish— "Eung!"
A teasing press against her soft thigh sent saliva pooling elsewhere too.
"You're eating well. Is it that good?"
"N-not... nng."
His foot probed teasingly between her thighs, inch by inch. Just moments ago, she'd clenched and twisted to block the intrusion, but now her legs parted willingly, making it all too easy for him. If he tried to pull back, she'd clamp down tight—infuriatingly eager.
"Hmm..."
Was this the saintess he'd imagined? Seong Ye-han had pictured a fierce battle: Ha Yeon-ah desperately defending, him relentlessly breaching her defenses. Culminating in her surrender to shame and pleasure. But this... this was an unexpected twist.
Nom nom— "Nnght... Hnng...!"
Tears glistened in her eyes. Her cheeks flushed pink, skin dewy. The warmth radiating from her foot against his... classic signs of an aroused bitch in heat.
To an outsider, it might look like the chicken was just that irresistible—wallet at the ready. Seong Ye-han pushed his foot deeper, kneading her softest, most tender flesh.
"Hnnnght!" Clatter—
The added pressure on her most sensitive spot made her drop the still-meaty chicken piece.
Wriggle wriggle—
"Really savoring it, huh? You pervert slut."
"Hic...! Sniff...!"
At the familiar insult and his toes now grinding like it was the real deal, Ha Yeon-ah's upper body collapsed forward.
Thud—
"Oh."
Seong Ye-han let out an instinctive exclamation at the vast expanse now laid bare on the table. Even bundled tight, its presence was undeniable. Heat surged from deep within him.
Poke— "Hnnng!"
Sticky warmth and trembling through his foot. Seong Ye-han savored Ha Yeon-ah's reactions like a side dish while finishing his chicken.
Taste, touch, sight, sound, smell... a feast for all senses.
"Delicious. For real."
"Ahh..."
"And you?"
With the question, he pressed his big toe harder into her crotch.
"Hnnnngh!"
Unable to hold back, she clamped a hand over her mouth to stifle her moans. Feeling her quivering and the distinct wetness at his toes, Seong Ye-han smirked.
"Not tasty?"
"T-tasty... so t-tasty..."
Her tongue stumbled, pleasure locking her words. Seong Ye-han pressed on.
"Then... want something even tastier?"
"Hngk... Yes... gimme... quick..."
They both knew exactly what that "tastier" treat was.
***
Abandoning half the chicken, Ha Yeon-ah and Seong Ye-han slipped into the restaurant bathroom. The modern chicken joint's facilities were surprisingly clean and sleek.
One urinal, one toilet stall divider. The floor tiles—likely soaked with part-timer sweat—were dry, and a faint, pleasant air freshener masked any odors. Seong Ye-han nodded approvingly.
"Rinse your mouth."
Ha Yeon-ah eyed the cup of water thrust toward her. The demand here meant she knew what came next.
Without protest, she filled her mouth, swishing the cool, clear liquid. It cleared the heat-fogged haze in her head a bit. She spat into the sink and wiped her lips.
Her eyes cleared slightly as she looked at Seong Ye-han—but he wouldn't allow that clarity.
"Mmph?!"
He pounced in an instant. She yielded helplessly.
Unlike their rooftop kiss at the hospital—rough yet subtly tender and sticky—this was pure plunder, like a ravaging beast.
Smack! Slurp!
"Haum... Hnng...! Sniff...!"
His hands gripped her face, pinning her in place as his tongue invaded. It coiled around her startled one and sloooorp— sucked it in.
"Haaah!"
The intensity felt like her soul was being drawn out. Instinctively, her arms wrapped around his neck. With his height advantage, she clung like a cicada to a massive tree trunk.
Smooch—
They tilted deeper, tongues entwining fiercely. Their body heat mingled, igniting the air in seconds.
"Haum... Hnn..."
Pressed tight, she felt it—hotter and harder than the rest. The overwhelming pressure from her lower belly to navel filled her with instinctive anticipation.
Since yesterday, when she'd given her virginity to Seong Ye-han... her most precious place burned and itched, begging to be filled.
"Hnn... Hurry."
"Hm?"
Torn between endless kissing and pushing further, Ha Yeon-ah pulled back just enough to plead. A crooked smile tugged at Seong Ye-han's lips.
She knew that look: it meant something vulgar, lewd, shameful.
"That hungry for it?"
"Y-yes... I want it..."
Comparing sex to food was cliché, but it always ignited that primal spark.
Without hesitation, she answered—and let him lead her.
Slam—
He yanked down the toilet lid roughly, sat her on it, and shut the stall door.
In the cramped space, he deftly unbuckled his belt. Pants and underwear dropped in one go—his thick cock sprang up like a coiled spring, hovering right before her face.
"Ahh..."
Even at a distance, the heat singed her skin. Ha Yeon-ah stared, entranced, at the manhood she'd only glimpsed before. Grotesque, yet reliably sturdy—she couldn't look away.
'This... is going inside me...?'
Her hand unconsciously stroked her lower belly. It seemed impossible. But memories of the pleasure this pillar had given her contradicted that doubt vividly.
"What're you waiting for?"
His impatient growl. She knew what he wanted, even if her knowledge was amateur.
For her first time doing this, she tentatively parted her lips and extended her tongue.
Plap— "Mm..."
Just a light touch, and she felt it twitch sharply. Emboldened, she licked up the swollen, rounded tip.
Lick lick—
"Fuu..."
His hand stroked her hair approvingly. She grew bolder, kissing and sucking the glans like a deep kiss.
Lick— smack—
It jerked cutely with every lip contact. So honest. She recalled his words: 'Your lower mouth is honest, huh?' This must be it.
Her heart raced as she focused on the heat filling her mouth.
"Take it deeper."
Seong Ye-han guided her step by step. Awkward at first, she followed, overcoming her clumsiness.
Of course, mistakes happened. When her teeth grazed his shaft, his startled face was amusing. But knowing how vital—and vulnerable—it was to him, she was careful after that.
Slurp— schlurp—
"Aum... Haum..."
Hand gripping the base, she steadily deepthroated him, sucking hard. Each powerful pull or smack— elicited his satisfaction, heating her own body.
Smooch— smack— sluuuurp—
"Hnng! Hnng!"
As she got the hang of it, she wrapped her arms around his waist, tilting her head to take him root-deep, sucking repeatedly.
In rhythm, he gripped her head and thrust his hips.
Glurk— glurk—
"Hng! Mmph! Gulk!"
"H-hold... ing up!"
Far rougher than her efforts, pounding her throat. Breathing ragged, pain flared—but she kept her teeth away, yielding obediently.
"Grraah!"
"Mmph! Hngk!"
Soon, his telltale groan signaled the end. She tightened her throat, tongue coiling to urge him on.
"Cumming...!"
"Cum... inside...!"
Twitch—
Hot liquid flooded her mouth—scalding, sticky, jelly-like. A faint night-bloom scent wasn't unpleasant.
She squeezed and licked as he shuddered, spurting more.
"Kgh!"
His trembling reactions thrilled her. Recalling a porn clip, she kept going—clean-up duty, though she didn't know the term.
She didn't want it to end. Swallowing the thick load gulp gulp, she kept sucking.
Her earnest aftercare revived it instantly—rigid once more.
Feeling it harden fully, she gave one last sluuuurp— and released.
"Haa... fuu..."
As he steadied his breath, she turned, assuming the position he'd taught: ass high, back arched in rear-entry temptation.
She hiked her own clothes, presenting her plump rear wrapped in his gifted panties.
"You..."
Finally, she reached back, spreading her cheeks wide.
Drip—
Honey overflowed from her flooded pussy, trickling down the parted slit. Thin panties couldn't contain the flood.
"You..."
Seong Ye-han's voice held awe. Shame burned, but her desire overpowered it. In a voice no man could resist, she begged:
"F-fuck... me... please..."