Slime
If becoming a 'slime' that people love to touch feels like this?
“Haah, haah……”
Song Yura had truly understood what it felt like to melt with pleasure.
The overwhelming sensitivity rising endlessly in endless climax made her feel both terrified and too good to the point of going mad.
Later, even Han Naengjung's touch on her hair alone was light enough to make her disappear.
……If such pleasure is the case, I might even sell my soul to a demon.
Song Yura, who had lost all strength in her fingers, could only do one thing: cover her ugly face with one arm in a defeated state and catch her breath.
“Tsk, it's time to go to the part-time job already.”
“Ah……”
Han Naengjung muttered with a look of regret that his sex with her had ended, and Song Yura's heart fluttered with a sense of fullness.
It felt like she might go mad with joy.
His physical pleasure wasn't enough to drive people crazy; mentally, he was the ultimate man.
“You did a lot.”
“N, not really……”
Song Yura, who had been trying to deny that Han Naengjung might reduce the number or frequency of sex just a little, closed her mouth upon seeing the number of condoms he had lifted.
They were all small water balloons filled with semen.
“Drip, plop!”
“Aah, aahh!”
Song Yura let out a pitiful cry unconsciously while looking at the condoms being thrown into the trash, or rather, the semen inside them.
So pitiful.
Was she really lewd?
Or was Han Naengjung's semen special with some power? She didn't know, but it felt like the best delicacy in the world.
The mysterious texture and taste that didn't get boring even if eaten every day.
She could be sure it wasn't ordinary semen.
Then if all semen was that delicious, there probably wouldn't be any single man in this world.
Most women would eagerly throw themselves at any man to spend a night with him.
But since that's not reality, and from a public perspective, semen is said to be tasteless and rather bitter, it's likely true.
Then why is Han Naengjung's semen so delicious?
And even smelling Master’s scent makes the body sensitive and happy.
Gluck……
Song Yura, who swallowed saliva just imagining it, wanted to keep this secret from other women.
No, she didn't want to hand Master over to other women.
But that was not something she could decide.
Master is an unbelievably cool person.
Song Yura stared blankly at Han Naengjung's body.
During growth, he grows quickly and changes quickly, but…… isn't this too much?
Shoulders spread wide with muscle like sculpture, prince-like muscles clearly engraved, and beautiful and sexy muscles clinging to them.
Upper body is upper body, but……
Below that, there was a vicious club that drove women crazy.
Above the ideal penis that women might dream of at some point.
Perfect size and length, firmness that makes breathing stop when inserted once, and endless stamina.
He was truly a man that could only exist in imagination.
I had my first experience with such a man…… and how many times have I mixed bodies with him.
Recalling this situation was so grand anew.
At the same time, her face flushed red.
It was because it was too good.
“Can you move?”
“T, that's…… sorry. I can't move my fingers.”
Upon Song Yura's words, Han Naengjung clicked his tongue and approached her. Then, Song Yura screamed in fright.
“L, leave me like this and go. It will be fine in a little while. I'll check out on my own, so don't worry.”
“It's fine. It seems it happened because of me. I will definitely take responsibility for what I did.”
“Huu……”
Blinking, Song Yura was held lightly in Han Naengjung's arms, and the feeling of his firm muscles was much better than before, making her face hot.
……Ah, I'm really crazy.
I want to bite those pretty breasts.
“If it's uncomfortable, tell me.”
“A, no! Not uncomfortable at all!”
Sorry, Master.
Even now, I'm full of lewd thoughts. Actually, even when we started without washing, Song Yura didn't show it, but she was even happier.
Because she could smell the stronger scent.
Ah, really, even if it's just a sock, I want to steal one.
Until now, I've only cursed perverts who secretly steal loved ones' things or smell the scent of clothes left for laundry.
But a little, I could understand that heart.
“Shwaaaaa!”
“It seems the scent is disappearing because you did a lot.”
Please don't disappear.
Ah, I don't want to wash.
The Master's scent remaining on her body.
Even if buried like this, it's more fragrant than any incense or diffuser and seems to relieve fatigue.
Thinking that I have to wipe it with the cheap motel body wash, it was too pitiful.
How pitiful? It felt like tears would come out.
“Heuk, huu……”
Ah, I didn't know I would cry really.
Song Yura, who was startled thinking she was being a bother to Master or a nuisance, was more surprised to face Han Naengjung with a troubled expression.
“……Why are you crying again?”
“A, t, that's……”
If she could, she wanted to immediately say not the condom, but to pour the thick semen inside raw.
She wanted to keep those semen inside her stomach all day.
Or even if it's panties, she wanted to fill them with semen.
But then Master would definitely be disappointed in her.
Be lewd enough, that's just perversion.
Finally, Song Yura compromised with herself and said cautiously.
She knew that saying such words to Noe was brazen, but seeing the slightly kind Han Naengjung, she couldn't help but act spoiled.
“M, you couldn't eat with your mouth at the end!”
If internal ejaculation can't be done……
She wanted to receive his semen in her stomach again, full of it, with her mouth.
“Haa.”
Flinch─!
A sigh escaped from Han Naengjung's mouth, and Song Yura's heart dropped.
Was it too much?
“L, that was my mistake just now……”
“Truly, you have a talent for making people suffer. I was thinking of skipping the part-time job right now.”
“Ah…… H, but that's not possible! Master, you can't waste time on such things.”
I couldn't let you waste precious time for someone like me.
Still, why do I keep expecting?
“……Damn, I don't know if I can hold it. Is one time with my mouth enough to satisfy?”
Upon Han Naengjung's rough yet kind question, Song Yura answered happily as if tears would come.
“I, I'll try.”
Honestly, it might not be enough even ten times.
Seeing Han Naengjung trying with such a difficult face, it seemed she had to restrain herself to some extent.
“Open your mouth.”
“A…!”
Han Naengjung's thick and hard penis dug into her mouth fiercely under the shower.
“Shwaaaaaaaa!”
Water from the shower flowed into her mouth, but it didn't ruin Han Naengjung's intense taste.
Instead, it mixed with his taste and made it sweet enough to want to swallow unconsciously.
“Aah, Master…… chyuueueup, chyuup…… Is my mouth good?”
Since I'm this good.
She wished Master would enjoy it more than that. She wanted him to acknowledge her efforts and praise her.
More diligently, more carefully, maybe……
“Haeup, eubebeung! Chyurip, chyurrurup…… Cht, chyueueut, chyuup!”
Accepting the much larger and harder penis than the dildo used for practice all the way into her throat was still difficult, but
Since it was Master’s penis, not someone else's, even that pain turned into an exciting pleasure.
Most importantly, the more she worked hard, the more she thought Master would quickly give more semen, so this suffocation and throat suffocation was nothing.
“Huerip, huerururup…… Master, sajuhae (give it to me). Quickly, huueung, fill my mouth…… chyurrurup, chyurip! Master’s jeongaeek (Master's semen)…… I want to eat it. Haeueueueueung!”
And now, she had learned the premonition of ejaculation.
When the penis twitched and the pillar became slightly thicker and harder.
“……Feeling good.”
When Han Naengjung spat out his admiration in a voice like a shy adolescent confessing.
“Uebeung, ueeup!”
Song Yura, thinking she could die from this emotion, forgot even the pain and stuffed the penis all the way into her throat.
“Kkurueuk, kkuruk……”
Ulcul, ulcul, ulcul─.
Umtchil, umtchil, umtchil─.
Reflexively, tears flowed down her cheeks, but Song Yura didn't care at all. The fact that she could directly feel the movement of the twitching penis inside her throat when semen was ejaculated was much more moving and happy.
Furthermore, even though she couldn't receive it in her vagina, it was happiness that she could accept his semen in her mouth in its fresh state.
The fact that these semen would pass through her esophagus, quench her hunger, and fill her stomach was so filling for her heart.
“……Happy.”
Despite not being able to breathe for nearly 1 minute, and having received the semen, Song Yura, who had eaten all the last drop, carefully pulled Han Naengjung's penis out of her mouth.
“Chyueueueup, chot……”
At the end, she kissed the glans and opened urethra, and she swore loyalty again. And she decided to practice this technique much more in the future.
Master was happy.
I didn't know it would be this happy.
It was just a lewd technique that I learned for myself…… but it was liked by Master’s heart too.
“Huu, I'm done washing. I'll go out first.”
“A!”
While she was dazed for a moment, Han Naengjung, who had washed his body quickly, left. Song Yura hit her head once to snap out of it and hurriedly washed her body.
“Aaeueue……”
When brushing her teeth, she really cried.
Master's scent is being washed away.
But she couldn't leave the semen scent in her mouth because Han Naengjung might dislike it even more.
Other places were the same.
She washed meticulously so she wouldn't let Han Naengjung smell unpleasant scents anywhere anytime.
“Shwaa…… kkiik!”
After the shower, when she went out, Han Naengjung had already put on his clothes and was talking on the phone with someone.
“Yes, yes, boss. It's really fine. So, I'll give you a chance. She's not as bad as you think.”
“Ah……”
Impossible.
“It's from when I was young. I think it's fine if I'm okay. The important thing is now, so I hope you don't say too much to the boss. I don't want you to see me crying…… um.”
Upon seeing Han Naengjung close his mouth belatedly as their eyes met, Song Yura had to pinch her own thigh hard.
Otherwise, she felt like she would burst into tears right away.
“……I, I won't cry. Master.”
Han Naengjung hung up the phone and said to Song Yura, who was trying her best to smile.
“I'm going to the strawberry cafe right away, so go to the convenience store you visited earlier. The boss will be waiting.”
“T, thank you……”
“I'll go first.”
“Yes, Master. I'll see you next time. Until then, I'll work hard!”
“……Okay, see you next time.”
Kkak, kkiik─.
Thud!
Before the door closed, Song Yura, naked, was drying her hair and shedding tears endlessly.
“Huaeueeng, huaeueueeng……”
And that day.
Even as the convenience store manager fell asleep, he had to tilt his head at Song Yura who called Han Naengjung "boss" like himself and called Han Naengjung "Master".