I'm Not a Pussy Inspector
"Hey, Han Dae-jin! You fucking bastard, let me ask you just one thing. Do you really think there's a difference between a pussy that's given birth and one that hasn't?"
After downing her booze like a champ, Kim Ji-ho fired the question at Han Dae-jin again. He was pretty wasted himself, barely holding it together.
"Ah, fuck... Hey, Ji-ho. Yeah? Yours has that, like, experienced flavor to it, y'know? The ones that haven't... fuck..."
"Fuck what? Huh?"
"Fuck, it's like it just wraps right around your dick..."
The moment Han Dae-jin said that, Kim Ji-ho hurled her soju glass right at his face. Soju splashed all over him. While he was wiping his face with a napkin, Kim Ji-ho had suddenly stripped naked.
"Unnie! You strip too."
At Kim Ji-ho's words, the HR head blinked in surprise, her eyes fluttering as she stared at her.
"Girl... what the hell? You know I have a boyfriend."
"Ah, fuck, seriously... Unnie, I know you hit the clubs all the time... Strip, fucking now!"
At Kim Ji-ho's feral scream, the HR head started fumbling with her clothes, peeling them off.
Kim Ji-ho shoved the now-naked HR head onto the bed first, then forcibly stripped Han Dae-jin too.
"Then, you fucking bastard, compare 'em for once, you dog."
Han Dae-jin froze in shock at her words. The HR head looked equally stunned, glancing back and forth between them.
"Ji-ho, calm down. If we do what you're thinking, there's no going back."
Despite the HR head's plea, Kim Ji-ho ignored her, lay down next to her, spread her legs, and waited.
"Get in here already, you fucking Korean dude."
As Kim Ji-ho threw her tantrum, Han Dae-jin wavered between the two pussies. In the end, he stuck it in Kim Ji-ho's first and started fucking her.
Watching and hearing Kim Ji-ho moan as she fucked Han Dae-jin, the HR head looked flustered but soon started fingering her clit, masturbating.
When Han Dae-jin lay back on the bed, Kim Ji-ho climbed on top and started grinding her hips. Vivid irezumi tattoos snaked across her arms and legs. The HR head alternated glances between Kim Ji-ho and Han Dae-jin.
Their eyes met. The HR head nodded at Han Dae-jin in resignation.
When Han Dae-jin came inside Kim Ji-ho, she moved to clean his dick with her mouth. But in that instant, the HR head lunged, shoved Kim Ji-ho aside, and started sucking Han Dae-jin's cock herself.
She slurped up the mix of Kim Ji-ho's juices and Han Dae-jin's cum, got him hard again, then mounted him. Flexing her abs as she rocked her hips wildly, Han Dae-jin panicked at the insane tightness he hadn't felt in ages.
"Feels good?"
The HR head leaned down, whispering in his ear with a moan.
"Yeah... it does."
Han Dae-jin muttered. After a bit, she lay back on the bed, and he tried to slide back in. But suddenly, she stopped him.
"Stop! Stop! You felt it, right? That's enough. Let's call it here. Please, just you two sort this out."
With that, the HR head got up, grabbed her clothes, and dressed. Kim Ji-ho and Han Dae-jin sat there stunned by how fast it all went down. Han Dae-jin sighed, feeling his cock slowly soften.
The HR head left first. Only then did Kim Ji-ho realize something was wrong and bury her face in her hands.
The next day, Han Dae-jin and Kim Ji-ho were thrown when they saw the HR head had taken a personal day. Up until lunch, Han Dae-jin messaged her, but got no reply—he panicked hard. Same for Kim Ji-ho.
Around quitting time, as Han Dae-jin drove alone, his phone rang with the HR head calling.
"Hello?"
"I bounced suddenly last night. Sorry."
Han Dae-jin looked majorly flustered at her words.
"Ah... yeah... I'm sorry..."
He could barely string words together.
"Can you come by my place? Let's go for a drive."
His heart pounded at the HR head's suggestion. He hesitated but said okay.
He changed and pulled up to her place in Yongin. She was wearing a floral dress. Once in the car, she suggested heading to his Gimpo cafe.
Han Dae-jin drove quietly, growing more scared at her silence. What the hell is she thinking?
In the meantime, Kim Ji-ho called, but before he could pick up, the HR head tapped the car's infotainment screen and killed it. Han Dae-jin sensed something.
At Gimpo Coffee Special, the HR head smiled, hooked her arm in his, and walked inside.
"Hey, Kiwi bastard! Uh... who's this...?"
The cafe owner stared at the HR head, at a loss for words.
"Ah, well, she's..."
Han Dae-jin mumbled. The HR head stepped in, calling herself his situationship girl.
The owner and his wife welcomed Han Dae-jin but couldn't hide their unease at this sudden 'situationship' girl.
With their coffees, the HR head asked if he'd slept well last night.
"Didn't sleep a wink."
"Even after all that drinking?"
"Yeah. Felt like I was going insane. Ji-ho too."
As Han Dae-jin spoke quietly, the HR head gave a strange smile.
"Remember what I said before? About momentary choices."
"Yeah."
"You up for another momentary choice right now?"
Han Dae-jin hesitated at her question.
"Honestly, I don't know. My heart wants to, but my head can't wrap around it."
"Sex is instinct."
"Sex is rational reassurance too."
Their back-and-forth continued, and she smiled faintly, amused. Then the owner couple sat with them. She greeted them brightly.
"What's with the sudden situationship girl? You break up with that affair chick?"
The owner's wife asked, and Han Dae-jin panicked.
"Who knows. Might break up, might not."
"What the hell does that mean?"
"We need some time to think."
The owner's wife sensed something off but nodded like okay for now.
A bit later, Han Dae-jin and the HR head stepped out. He watched her light a cigarette.
"You don't usually wear skirts."
"Just felt like it. Special day and all."
"What makes it special?"
"Eh. The day I realized even a devout saint can turn slut sometimes. Or the day my virginity got popped again."
Han Dae-jin freaked at her words. What the fuck is this woman thinking?
"Last night... was a mistake."
"We both know it wasn't. You fingered me before too."
"So what are we now?"
"Sex partners, duh."
Terror shook him at her casual declaration.
"Like... seriously?"
"As a guy, isn't that great? Multiple women means you're alpha male material."
"Yeah, but... fuck, I don't know. So what do you wanna do?"
"You're the alpha, so you decide."
Han Dae-jin thought it over. He grabbed their coffees, put her in the car, and headed to a nearby motel.
He shoved the HR head into the motel room, yanked off her dress, and dove in, eating her pussy like a starving man.
"Gimme yours too!"
He lay on the bed. She climbed on, shoved her pussy in his face, and sucked his cock.
Once he was hard, she mounted him, slamming her pussy down on his dick. She rocked her hips furiously on top, like she meant to drain every drop of his yang energy.
Midway, he smacked her ass, and she lay back. He plunged into her pussy and fucked her savagely, conquering her.
She wrapped her legs around his ass; he ramped up the speed.
"First load goes in me..."
She whispered in his ear, and Han Dae-jin really came inside her.
Pulling out, cum poured from her. He lay beside her and kissed her. Tears—joy or sorrow?—streamed down her face as she kissed him back.