Zero Dating Experience (6)
The endless pleasure that arrives in the midst of ejaculation. Without adding any special seasoning, it becomes a delicious dish all on its own. Yet the endless emptiness that follows climax is too heavy and sticky to swallow plain. But sprinkle sugar over it, add spices, and plate it appetizingly, and it transforms into a sweet dessert even more intoxicating than the main course that left you stuffed with pleasure.
“Haah… haah…”
Just by looking at Seo Haeun’s quivering ass, I could picture her face with my eyes closed. Just by watching her pussy sporadically spurt cum, I could tell exactly how hard it was convulsing inside. Just by seeing the side of her breast that had been crushed into the bed and now spilled out, I could appreciate its voluptuous shape and the clean pink of her areola. And the fact that I alone knew every one of those secrets. No spice on earth could enhance the flavor more than that knowledge.
“Lift your hips a little. I’m taking the stockings off.”
“...”
I peel the stockings from Seo Haeun, who has her face and chest buried in the sheets, twitching. They had been stretched tight around those firm thighs, but the moment I drag them off they sag loosely—barely better than my own spent cock. The fabric is riddled with holes from where I tore it, but it’s still wearable, so I toss it to the floor. Next I slowly tug her skirt down and off, kneading her plump, firm ass while wiping away the leaking semen with a wet tissue.
“…Haa, are we… doing it again…?”
She isn’t crying, but her eyes are wet as she looks up at me. I stare at her flushed red ears, the stray hairs clinging to her cheeks, the almost nonexistent makeup, and the single shining pink tint on her lips. Because it was never overdone, Seo Haeun’s appearance had always been difficult for men to approach. In complete contrast were the breasts no man could resist, her sharp eyes, that pale flawless skin… and a body made to be devoured.
“If I wasn’t going to, I would’ve washed up immediately. Like yesterday.”
“...”
All that talk about silence being a virtue or how eating until you’re full is uncultured—those are just words people spit out before they start swallowing. Twice, three times, until even I, who takes supplements like a maniac, am exhausted. Without the slightest regret or insufficiency. Covering every desire with pleasure, until the partner drowning in my lust is crushed beneath it. Not until reason suppresses instinct, but until instinct seizes reason and shakes it violently, must you keep pounding to brand pleasure into an ignorant body.
“The tank top can stay. Keep it on.”
“...”
I slide the straps that had fallen from her shoulders back into place and pull the still-panting Seo Haeun up to sit. I wedge my cock between those plump ass cheeks and this time knead her breasts from beneath the thin fabric, groping them freely. People don’t feel much from having their nipples pinched without any buildup. But after experiencing this electrifying pleasure—
Unless she bites her lip the way she is now, unless her ass doesn’t tremble around my cock, she cannot escape the pleasure she tasted earlier on her own. Either I stop her, or she sinks into the swamp with me until she can’t breathe. One or the other.
“…Stick your tongue out. Don’t close your mouth.”
“…Bwe…”
I pull her lolling tongue into my mouth and share a thick, wet kiss, stimulating the imagination of the audience beyond the camera. It’s a private video no one else will ever see, but even if they watched this sweet pleasure, they could never understand. What the breasts hidden beneath a single tank top feel like, how white they look in person and how pink her nipples turn, how much of a slut she is that even the pain of losing her virginity was washed away by alcohol, how fast her heart pounds every time she sucks on this filthy tongue, how stickily her pussy that looks too tight for even a single finger swallows my cock, how quickly she raises the white flag and takes every inch when I scrape the shallow ridges of her inner walls with my glans, how that same pussy pretends to be neat and pure when closed but turns vulgar the moment it holds my cock, and how thrilling it feels to flood that vulgar hole with cum. They would never know no matter how much they watched. Without tasting it themselves, there is no way they could understand.
“Uup… chu… u…”
The woman who once hated me so much, the woman who threw every hurdle she could in front of the life I was desperately running toward—she now craves my saliva and cries out lewdly. What it feels like to have every part of her womanhood stolen while pinned beneath me is something I can neither describe nor share. Even if I told them, they wouldn’t get it. No matter how long they spied on her through a fixed camera at a fixed angle, they would learn nothing except that her breasts are large and her skin is pale.
“Puhhaa… haa…”
“…Lift your hips.”
“...”
The woman who always looked at me with contempt, the one I wanted to kill or throw in prison—when those eyes beg for even the smallest scrap of affection from me, my chest tingles so fiercely I unconsciously want to treat her roughly. If I push just a little more, wouldn’t she break completely? If she broke, she’d be easier to play with. But keeping her intact is far more entertaining, even if she’s difficult to handle, so I should cherish her a little. In such trivial thoughts I even feel the fun of shopping. That is what it means to be able to mold a woman you like however you desire.
“…Lift them. I’m going to fuck you.”
“...”
“Your pussy is already full of cum and unbearably slutty. I’m going to dirty it even more, so lift your hips, Haeun.”
I gently stroke her clit while pouring a mixture of tongue and filthy words into her soft ear. Sentences that are neither kind nor romantic, neither cool nor charming—just vulgar. But conversation is never made of sentences alone.
“…I’ll suck on your ear and fuck you like a bitch in heat, so lift them.”
“...”
Tone. Voice. Breath. Gesture. Time and place. Speaker and listener. Mix all those ingredients well and even garbage words like these can make a gold-spoon daughter with massive tits raise her ass. They can make such a woman spread her cum-filled pussy and press it against my cock. They can make a woman who once felt disgust toward me crave the recognition I give her.
“…Haa, haa…”
Slurp, slurp. Chuuup. The sound of me raping her ear echoes inside my mouth, flowing down my salivary glands straight to my eardrums. It drowns out every wet noise of violating her slippery, semen-soaked pussy. It even muffles the sound of her plump ass slapping against my thighs and the faint ripple of shaking flesh. It turns Seo Haeun’s own coquettish moans—arching her back while being ravished by nothing more than a tongue not even twice her weight—into mere background music.
“Haa… ha… slower, just a little slower…”
“No.”
“I—I already came earlier… my pussy’s too sensitive…”
“Oh, so you did feel it.”
“You knew, so why pretend you didn’t…!”
Yet her trembling voice reaches my ears. The sensation of breasts dripping honey instead of milk fills my hands. The wrinkled, biteable texture of her ear reaches my tongue.
“Haak… haak… hey, Kang Juhyuk…!”
“…I’ll stop for a second. Want to move yourself?”
“Yes, y-yes…! Haa… stop. Just a moment…”
When the creaking bed falls silent, her flesh begins to rock back and forth, bumping against my skin.
“Yes, y-yes…♡ Haa. It feels so good…”
“You like it when I poke the shallow spot?”
“No, not that… Here. It’s weak. When you rub it like this… my stomach starts pounding…”
So that no camera exists in the eyes of the woman acting coquettish, so that her gaze stays fixed on the version of me still lingering in her mind—
“Ah, wait, don’t pinch my nipples…!”
“You don’t like your nipples played with?”
“No, it’s not that—heut……♡ Haak… my clit, not my clit either…♡”
“…This isn’t allowed either?”
“Heek, yes…♡ Uk, ut… hips—stop moving your hips…”
To erase the fantasy version of me and force her hazy eyes to focus on the real face holding her.
“Uung…♡ Haak. Kyaak…! Hey, no, nooo! Don’t lift me, I’m scared…!”
“Speak nicely and I’ll put you down.”
“Haak, what… what words…”
“Anything. Make me want to set you down.”
Legs spread wide, hands captured. So the camera captures her in the vulgar position she could never show a lover.
“Uung… haa. Kang… Kang Juhyuk…”
“What.”
“…Haeun’s pussy… use it however you want. So put me down… please. I’m scared…”
“…How?”
“Lying down… thrust hard… cum however you like…! You can kiss me too, so hurry—yes…♡ heut…♡”
“…That’s all?”
“…Aah, a little more…! Let me go already…! You said you could fuck me…!”
So that even those words bring her no shame. So that this intense, sticky scene leaves no trace in her mind at all.
“That’s not enough, Haeun.”
“Yes… uk, haak. Heek, then… w-what should I say…”
“…Something better than being held up and fucked until I cum inside you.”
“Heek, then…”
Just enough to excite me, satisfy me, and steal every ounce of her attention onto the cock slamming into her pussy and the eyes devouring her with raw lust.
“…I—I have bigger tits than that slut… and I taste better…♡ Hurry, hurry—kyaak…!”
To brand myself clearly into eyes lost in ecstasy and seeing nothing else, I set her down on the bed for a moment.
“…Say it again. I put you down, didn’t I?”
“...”
“Clearly. Open your mouth.”
“…I… have bigger breasts than that slut… prettier face… I was a virgin… but you took it. And… and…… up… chuup……♡”
Without even knowing what she’s saying, she pours out everything hidden in her heart. I swallow every word and push my own answer back into her mouth.
“…Yes… bweup… chup…♡ Uung……♥”
Creak. Creak. Slap. Slap. Squelch. Slurp. Every lewd sound fills the room and the phone, recording our filthy, vulgar sex from just a step away—so anyone watching would feel the intensity. However—
“…Uuuung……!♥ Uup… ung… uung…♥”
—no one would ever know how it felt. All they would see was the back of a filthy, oversized male and the female with her legs wrapped around him, panting helplessly beneath both pleasure and the mattress.
“Puhhaa… haak, up… puhat…. Hey, stop… chuuup…♥”
I keep pouring endless cum into her pussy while the urge to climax still has a long way to rise. Scraping her inner walls. Scraping her heart. Leaving marks on both her body and mind that could never be erased. Squelch. Squelch. Thump. Thump. Only the sounds I cannot hear go into the phone; only the sounds only I can hear stay inside my head.
…Until the woman who once despised me learns to crave me instead.