I'm Receiving a Cleaning Fellatio More Seriously Than I Thought
Slurp, slurp, smack, smack...
Ji-soo's long, pale fingers were stroking my cock.
She moved as if determined to wring out the very last drop.
The fountain show that had filled Ji-soo's mouth to the brim and still soaked the sheets beneath us was finally drawing to a close.
"......"
"All done~?"
I couldn't lift my head to face Ji-soo as she asked in that teasing voice.
The guilt of having forced my cum down her throat while she slept.
The crushing sense of defeat at being counterattacked, ravaged by her tongue until I put on that humiliating fountain show.
The shock and disbelief of experiencing a male squirting orgasm for the first time in my life.
The shame of being forced into an act no different from a child pissing in her mouth and all over the bed.
The humiliation of knowing every second of it had been captured by the surveillance camera, with Eun-ho undoubtedly watching.
Even the warm, sticky sensation soaking my thighs and the area around my cock—everything felt maddeningly embarrassing.
I wanted to rip my still-rigid cock right off my body.
Why? Just why...
This intense pleasure racing down my spine like an electric current, standing every hair on my body on end—where the hell was it even coming from?
"Chu♥"
Ji-soo kissed the tip of my cock.
After the thorough cleaning fellatio, my shaft glowed a deep red but glistened smoothly, completely free of any semen or fluid residue.
It felt satisfying, like staring at the polished barrel of a brand-new rifle... no, a pistol.
So this was how incredible it felt to have a woman clean your cock for you...
It even made me feel a little resentful toward Eun-ho, who had never once done this for me.
"I don't actually mind when you get a little rough... chu♥"
With her naked body fully revealed, Ji-soo now pressed a kiss to my forehead.
My eyes and mind were utterly captured by her heavy breasts swaying freely right before me.
She wasn't even trying to hide them anymore. Ji-soo... she was truly acting as if she had become my wife.
"But... please don't hit me next time, okay? Chu♥"
Finally, a kiss on the lips.
I wanted to die of shame remembering how, in my desperate attempt to pull her off my cock, I had frantically slapped the back of her head.
Actually, even before Ji-soo kissed me...
From the moment the unbearable urge burst out of me after that humiliating squirting orgasm...
"Ugh... sob... waaah..."
...I had been crying like a child.
Tears streamed down my face while fluids gushed from below, just like a little boy who had wet himself.
"Don't cry, good boy... there, there."
While wiping my tears with breasts as large as my head, Ji-soo continued stroking my cock with one hand.
Slurp, slurp, smack, smack...
"Ughk, ngh, kuhk, uheuk..."
I felt like I was losing my mind.
More semen was already rising again, following the delicate movements of her fingers.
"Are you going to cum again?"
"Ughk... kuhk..."
I could only nod through my sobs.
Ji-soo smiled softly and brought her mouth to my cock once more.
"Slurp♥"
With the head enveloped in her warm mouth, the speed of her stroking hand increased slightly. She squeezed rhythmically from base to tip, milking me with gentle, practiced fingers...
I didn't even last a few seconds.
Spurt, spurt, splurt.
A short, final ejaculation that released the very last of my cum.
"Mmm... hm... mmhm... ♥"
Ji-soo hummed a melodic little moan in time with each spurt, never taking her mouth away as she swallowed every drop once again.
It was a total, utter defeat.
After that, it was nothing but consecutive losses.
At the dinner table, I surrendered without resistance to the lavish feasts Ji-soo prepared for every single meal.
Army stew, grilled ham, fried eggs, mudfish soup, stir-fried pork belly with bean sprouts, braised mackerel, spicy stir-fried pork, kimchi stew—these were just some of the Korean dishes she made.
Whenever she had a spare moment she would buy fresh vegetables and seasonings, adding stir-fried sausage, anchovies, seasoned soybeans, dried radish, radish greens, and water kimchi to the side dishes. The broth from the kkakdugi was the most refreshingly spicy thing I had ever tasted in my life.
Ji-soo's cooking transcended borders.
She would serve tuwoomba pasta topped with freshly roasted chicken thighs, or tonkatsu fried from three different cuts with three different sauces. The crisp salad that kept drawing my chopsticks back was so perfect I couldn't even guess how she had made the dressing.
There had only been Shin Ramyun in the house, yet one day she suddenly produced tonkotsu ramen that tasted like it belonged in a high-end Japanese restaurant. I honestly thought she had ordered takeout.
Everything was insanely delicious, made with premium ingredients that were genuinely good for the body.
If I sat blankly in front of the TV, she would quietly slide over a plate of perfectly peeled apples and pears. She brewed tea from leaves whose names I couldn't even remember, filling the air with a mysterious, comforting aroma.
When I asked if there was anything I could help with, she simply handed me a tangerine.
"Sung-won, could you peel this for me♥"
With trembling hands I peeled the tangerine, split it in half, put one piece in my own mouth and the other to Ji-soo's lips.
"Ah~ ahng♥"
The "ah~ ahng" I had never once done for Eun-ho...
—Do I have no hands or feet? Why is Sung-won feeding me by hand?
It reminded me of that awkward date when I had tried to wrap pork in lettuce and feed it to her, only to lose my nerve and eat it myself.
"It tastes better when Sung-won peels it for me♥"
Ji-soo accepting the tangerine from my hand...
was so lovable and unbearably cute.
I knew this was wrong, but I couldn't stop Ji-soo from entering the bathroom with me every night.
Once I locked the door from the inside, but she found a key somewhere and came in anyway.
I would shout at her to get out, but the moment she dropped the towel wrapped around her body in surprise...
That...
The instant her heavy breasts bounced free, my words died in my throat, my cock hardened, and I couldn't tear my eyes away from their swaying motion...
Before I knew it, I would be burying my face between those breasts again while she milked another load from me.
When I came in her hand, Ji-soo would rub it into her breasts. When I came in her mouth, she swallowed every drop.
Once I came on her face, and she kept her eyes closed for a long time, savoring the scent, so I gently washed it off for her.
In bed, too, she extracted my cum without fail.
My hands roamed freely beneath the sheets, groping her breasts and plunging into her pussy.
Whenever I came, she would immediately take my cock into her mouth for what she called a "cleaning fellatio" and suck me clean.
As for the squirting, when I truly begged and pleaded with her not to do it, she said she would spare me and didn't force the issue.
But when I got excited and roughly fingered her pussy, Ji-soo would squirt her juices without the slightest hesitation.
...The sheets had to be changed every single day.
Of course, Ji-soo took care of all the cleaning and laundry herself.
She wouldn't let me lift a finger.
I had grown used to sharing all household chores equally, so it made me deeply uncomfortable. Yet watching Ji-soo do everything for me...
sometimes made her feel like a truly grateful wife.
Whenever that feeling arose, I would slap my own cheeks and repeat to myself: She's just a housekeeper. A housekeeper isn't a wife. A wife isn't a woman who does housework for you—she's an equal partner! But it was useless.
Without Eun-ho here in front of me to uphold those principles, my heart crumbled helplessly.
Ji-soo went grocery shopping once a day.
Each time, I followed her like a husband, carrying the shopping basket, picking out items with her, and bringing them home.
When I linked my arm with hers, feeling the weight of her enormous breasts against me while pushing the cart, it really felt like we were a married couple.
Receiving the jealous stares of other men around us gave me an incredible sense of superiority.
I paid with my own card, which had almost no money left on it.
Since I barely had any savings and was on a break from work, I had nothing else to do. I simply stayed home, eating the incredible meals Ji-soo prepared.
...There wasn't much for two adults to do in the house.
We would watch movies on the sofa, our bodies naturally pressing together until desire flared and we began stimulating each other's sensitive spots. Even knowing Eun-ho was watching, I would still kiss her lips and bury my face in her breasts.
After all, he had already seen everything. It all felt pointless now.
Still, I absolutely, positively refused to go as far as penetration.
Wouldn't that make it okay?
Touching and cumming weren't really cheating, right?
Like Ji-soo said, it was more like taking care of a child... wasn't it?
...No. That couldn't be right.
After cumming again and hitting that post-nut clarity, I would clutch my head in despair, convinced I had committed an unforgivable sin against my wife.
Honestly, I barely thought about Eun-ho anymore.
Whenever I did, my chest only ached, and all I could see in front of me was Ji-soo, Ji-soo, Ji-soo.
Sometimes, when the longing to see Eun-ho grew too strong, I would ignore Ji-soo for a while.
But then she would sulk, and at night she would begin to cry sadly while thinking of the daughter she had left behind—Eun-seo.
When I saw her shoulders shaking with those pitiful sobs, my heart would weaken. I would embrace her to offer comfort... and before I knew it...
I would be groping Ji-soo's breasts and cumming again...
Slurp, slurp, smack, smack...
In the bathroom, on the bed, on the sofa...
Spurt, spurt, spurt, spurt...
The incredible Korean food, Japanese food, and Western dishes she prepared...
Chomp, chomp, chomp, chomp...
At some point, Ji-soo stopped wearing the sweater and jeans she had arrived in. She began living in nothing but an apron over her bare skin.
...She wore no underwear at all, top or bottom.
Whether she was serving food, bending over to do laundry, or sitting in front of the TV eating fruit...
she would linger in front of me wearing only that apron, braless and pantyless.
Her breasts looked ready to burst free, her nipples clearly visible. The bare skin of her back was fully exposed, and her massive ass swayed elegantly from side to side with each step.
And deep between those cheeks, my cock twitched pathetically, begging to plunge into that dripping wet pussy where her juices kept trickling down.
And so, the promised week finally came to an end.
