Lava
"...Haa."
"Honey, you worked hard."
"You too, Hayeong. Still, I think we're starting to get used to it."
"Yeah."
Before I knew it the lunch rush was over, and I was sitting in the café with a sigh, the break-time sign already hung. For all our talk of getting used to it, though, the boss and I were slumped in the café chairs, sipping Americanos and trying to recharge, barely able to keep our heads on straight. Not quite sprawled on the floor, at least. And the morning's utterly unexpected incident kept circling in my mind, too vivid to let go.
"...A gift, of all things."
Unwrapped, it had turned out far more expensive than I'd thought. A red watch box, with a brand mark I'd only ever seen on Olympic broadcasts stamped in gold. I hadn't even had the nerve to open it, so I'd left it sitting beside the POS terminal. Settling something like that with a single cup of coffee made me feel like a criminal.
"It looked way too expensive."
"It's fine to just take it. If you actually wear it and it ends up on Instagram, they'll be thrilled."
"Even so. That thing's got to be a few thousand dollars, hasn't it?"
"Even so, your fans really do have good manners. And some money, by the look of it. Maybe because they're all office workers?"
"...I have a feeling I can already guess what you're about to say."
Ju Hayeong, her head resting against my shoulder, looked up at me and whispered.
"Right? If they're handing it over in person and even asking whether it's allowed... I used to— ah."
She cut herself off and stole a glance at my face, and before I knew it a grin had slipped out of me. In an instant fear and excitement spread together across her features. She could already see where this was headed. I hadn't meant to start right away. She'd handed me the timing herself, and I was grateful for it.
"...Sounds an awful lot like you've done this before."
"...Th-that's not—"
"Really?"
"...I-it was when I was young. N-now I—"
"I know. You're only looking at me."
"Hnnn..."
With my arm still around her shoulders, I closed my hand over her breast just as it was. A moan broke from her all at once, and her face flushed red in seconds. Against the soft weight filling my grip, the stress in me loosened little by little too.
"Still thinking about it?"
"N-no. Really... I only just remembered, myself..."
"Is that true?"
"...Ahh— i-it is... J-just for a little while, in middle school... I'm sorry... D-did it upset you...?"
"Not at all. If anything, I feel sorry for that guy. A woman this good, and he lost her to me."
"...Ah..."
Moaning as she looked at me, her hand stroked my cheek. I turned my head the way that touch was asking and tasted her lips.
"Mm... haa..."
When the kiss ended, I cupped the breast of the woman gazing at me with an even more yearning look and whispered against her.
"That's one thing."
"Ahhk..."
"You're still getting punished."
"...Ah..."
I moved the coffee on the table over to the next one. At the unhurried motion of my hands, Ju Hayeong's body flinched and she drew in a breath.
"Bend over."
"...Yes..."
It had started out of nowhere, but she answered in a dazed voice. A fair amount must have built up. I caught the nape of her neck in a rough grip and bent her down over the table. Only in appearance, of course. I stroked slowly over the jeans she had naturally pushed out toward me.
"Hhk..."
"I don't play with you for a little while, and right away you're thinking about some other man."
"Th-that's not— ahhk!"
Without hesitation my palm struck her ass. I didn't pull my hand away at once, letting the impact travel all the way into her belly. A single blow set her whole body trembling. Maybe it was all the exercise lately. Or maybe I'd landed it properly—the shock that came back through my hand was considerable. The impact ran clean through her, and her ass began to quiver.
"You didn't even count."
"...Ah! I-I'm sorry— ahhk!"
I struck that generous ass again without mercy. The heavy crack of leather about to split, and the sound of Ju Hayeong swallowing as she endured the pain, rang through the café together.
"A few days without it and you're already like this?"
"...Sorry, I'm sorry. Haa, hnnn..."
"So any man will do?"
"Th-that's not—! Ahhk!"
A sound like a water bag bursting came off her ass. But her moans grew wetter and wetter, and I could feel the flesh under my hand beginning to heat.
"How many do you want?"
"...F-five..."
"No. Ten. How many?"
"...Ten..."
"If you don't count, we start over from the beginning."
"...Yes..."
The number didn't really matter. There was no need to explain again that it was Ju Hayeong who decided how many she would take. That was when it happened.
"M-Master..."
"Hm?"
"...O-over there... I brought something..."
"No. Right now you're being punished."
"Ahhk!"
Before play had started, maybe. Accepting her suggestion once it was already underway was out of the question. Hierarchy and pressure were part of how this worked. She'd like it better this way herself.
"You should have said so before we started."
"I-I'm sorry... haa, ahn..."
When I stroked the ass I'd struck, massaging it as if to soothe it, she moaned and began to pant.
"Our Hayeong is awfully cheeky today. Isn't she?"
"...I'm sorry, Master... kyahk!"
"When are you planning to count?"
"Ah! I-I'm sorry... hnn! O-one..."
"You like men that much?"
"...No, I don't... ahhk! T-two..."
"I held you so carefully, and it was all for nothing."
"M-Master! It's really not— I was wrong... ahhh! Three..."
"You wailed about how good it was underneath me."
"...Sniff, I'm sorry... kyahk! Four... hnn..."
Four blows in a row, and she sobbed her moans out. I let the moment hang, stroking her ass. The pressure on her mind had to be considerable. Mixing this into ordinary life and using it as a pretext was riskier than usual, but I was sure it would be all right now. The Ju Hayeong I'd seen the other day would hold up. And I needed to confirm that I was right.
"My heart hurts."
"...Ah... M-Master... sniff. I'm sorry... ahhk! Five... haaa..."
"I hold you till I'm worn out, I let you go, and then what do you do. In front of your Master."
"Ahhhk! Six... it's really not..."
"Talking about another man."
"...I'm sorry... sniff... ahhhh! Seven... sniff..."
The pitch of her moans climbed a step. She was already nearly at the edge. But I had no intention of ending it like this today.
"This won't do. Pants off."
"...Ah..."
At my words she turned to look at me, face burning, and a flower of rapture was blooming in her eyes. Under my steady gaze she swallowed, then, still bent over, slowly undid the button of her jeans.
"...Ahhk..."
The moment the waist went slack, I dragged the jeans down with a rough hand. Her taut ass swayed into view, but what pulled a hollow laugh out of me wasn't that so much as the deep purple string caught between her cheeks.
"This is the new one you bought?"
"...Yes... D-do you like it...?"
"Something this cheap and vulgar suits that filthy ass of yours."
"Ahhhk!"
Under the hand striking bare skin, her body shot forward as if it might launch, trembling hard. The thong really did suit her. Enough that I swallowed, too.
"...Th-thank you..."
"You didn't count."
"...Ah!"
She'd been offering me that little greeting when her eyes went round and her mouth opened in a rush, but I immediately slapped that luscious, soft ass. Another red handprint was carved into flesh already flushed a deep red.
"Kyahhhk! O-one... sniff..."
"Does it hurt?"
"...Yes... hhk..."
"It hurts me more. My one and only slave, panting after men like this."
"...Ah..."
If anything, being called a slave seemed to move her more—tears spilled from her eyes, and that ecstatic look on top of them. I gazed quietly at that beautiful face and whispered.
"...This won't be enough, will it?"
"...Ah... M-Master..."
I reached out, tugged lightly at the thong, and asked. She panted and whispered back.
"...P-punish me more..."
"You do know you did something worth punishing?"
"...Yes... I'm sorry... A filthy... filthy bitch like me, toward Master..."
She swallowed once, then murmured with a smile drowned in pleasure and happiness.
"...I have only you, Master... I love you..."
For a moment the word love made me pause. I hadn't meant to tie that feeling into the middle of play. The words were already out, so there was nothing for it. Better to answer in a way that let her lean on me, if only to give her more to trust. I answered her quietly.
"From now on, too. Love only me."
"Ahhhk! Yes, yes! T-two..."
"This filthy ass, too."
"Kyahk! Three... sniff..."
"That wreck of a face, too."
"Hhnn! Four..."
Little by little her eyes began to glaze. Even so, she had no intention of looking away—enduring the pain, the moans, the pleasure as she watched me—and I met that gaze without wavering and whispered.
"Those uselessly huge breasts, too."
"Khhnnn! F-fi, five... haaa..."
"All of it is mine."
"Kyahhh! Yes, yes! I-I'm yours, Master..."
"...You didn't count again."
"...Haa, ahn, haa... I-I can't hold it... Master, I can't..."
I knew. The ass I'd struck over and over while tugging at the thong was dyed red and trembling. Her whole body was sending the signal that she was right on the verge.
"Hnnn... ahh, hhk... hnn..."
Panting hard, her cheek lay slack against the table as she stared weakly at some corner of the café. This seemed about enough. She liked it this much after only a dozen or so blows—cute enough that I nearly laughed.
"...Hnnn..."
I moved my hand and drew the thong aside. Her slick dripped with a wet sound, staining the jeans, but I didn't care. In an instant I had my pants down and brought my cock quietly between her cheeks.
"Today, I'm not doing it inside."
"...Ah, M-Master..."
Only then did light return to her hazy eyes, and she tried to turn toward me in a rush. I said nothing and simply ground against her, and her face collapsed into pleasure all at once.
"Hnnn... haa... i-it's hot..."
"Looking forward to it?"
"...Yes—" She swallowed. "I-I am... Master's... Master's..."
"You like it?"
"I love it... Master, too... and the precious part of you, too..."
"Yeah?"
"...Yes... s-so..."
"Even so, not inside."
"...Ah..."
"You haven't done a single thing properly today, have you?"
She tried to answer in a hurry, but in the same instant as that look I put strength into my hips. Special Internal Energy spread from my cock, and her moan filled the café.
"Ahhhk! Hhk?! Nngh, haaaa!"
Kh—
I nearly moaned myself. Her hot, soft inside welcomed my cock as if it were pouring over me. She had come down over me soaked in slick as hot as lava. The change in my size made being inside anyone feel like holding a different woman, but Ju Hayeong was especially intense. And it seemed the same for her.
"Y-you're too b-big, too big, haaa... M-Master... khnn..."
"Don't come on your own."
"B-but, but, but! Haa, hhk, it's too hot... nnh, ahhhh!"
Contrary to what I'd told her, I had only put it in, and she jerked her hips and climaxed by herself. Her whole body had gone tight with strain, and then she began to tremble in fits—but I opened my mouth only to bite quietly down on my molars. Her inside was pouring out slick as hot as an erupting volcano, clamping around my cock as if it meant to cook me alive.