Normalizing the Extraordinary (3)

Yujin stabbed at my weakness with her tongue. Her tongue, stretched long out of her mouth, completely enveloped my glans, already hard and baring its flushed red tip.

The tongue that had sung sweet love songs in front of tens of thousands of fans now coiled around my cockhead. Like rope binding a steel pillar, Yujin wrapped her tongue tightly around my glans, then gripped my cockshaft with that delicate hand once used to hold a handheld mic. And just like devouring a hot dog, she gulped my cockshaft straight into her mouth, gluck-gluck-gluck.

Even with the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠dick of the man she hated enough to kill with a knife in her mouth, Yujin showed no hesitation whatsoever.

She gagged a bit, as if ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠her throat was clogged, her eyes rolled back in agony, clear drool spilling from her lips—but she didn't pull back once. She buried her pretty face right between my legs all the way to the hilt.

My prediction had been spot on. The way to handle Yujin, who bounced back like a spring no matter how hard you crushed her, wasn't to keep stomping until the spring broke completely. That would just leave you with a jagged edge piercing your foot.

Instead, let the spring bounce freely without holding it down—stoking her exceptional pride and competitive spirit was the real key.

But I'd made one miscalculation.

"Ngh!"

What the hell was this technique? Just last night, she'd been so clumsy that even hours of nonstop sucking hadn't made me cum. How could she get this good in such a short time?

Maybe once the "competition" kicked in, she'd forgotten her shame at exposing herself to me and her hatred, focusing solely on beating me.

This was just like Yujeong—clumsy when I simply ordered her to suck, but suddenly skilled once I assigned her the "cock cleaning" task.

No, it couldn't just be a lack of shame and heightened focus allowing her to do this—shoving my huge cock down her throat to the base, then pulling out to lick my balls with her tongue.

She'd learned it somewhere. Yujin had studied blowjobs on her own, specifically to suck my dick better.

"Heh heh heum."

With her face buried between my thighs, close enough for our skin to touch, Yujin looked up at me with just her head and eyes tilted, smirking around the cock in her mouth.

A mocking grin that said, You're gonna cum, aren't you?

This fucking bitch was toying with me?

Normally, I'd punish Yujin on the spot for mocking me like that, but this time, I had no room for it. Gritting my teeth and clutching her hair tight was the best I could do to hold back my orgasm. Humiliating. Especially that it was Yujin's blowjob of all things nearly making me blow my load right away.

Rage surged, but I couldn't deny the allure of that seductive smirk—it only spurred me on more. Yujin hated me as much as I hated her now, yet here she was, grinning around the cock of the man she despised. That fact aroused me even further.

"Ngh, mmph!"

Yujin's mocking face suddenly stiffened. She started dry-heaving. Her sharp teeth grazed my sensitive skin. A sharp sting hit, but right now, even that pain felt sweet.

Thanks to the pain, I barely suppressed the urge to cum.

"Ptooey!"

Yujin spat out my cock and glared at me like she wanted to kill me.

Why the sudden reaction? A question flickered, but I'd seen that look from her countless times, so no need to dwell. Right now, there was only one thing I truly needed to focus on.

Squeeze!

I gripped my cockshaft hard with my right hand. The cum stream blocked, my orgasm halted. Terrible for prostate health, but no choice now.

I had to win this jerk-off duel against Yujin.

Still glaring, Yujin buried her face back between my legs. Even though I'd stopped the orgasm by squeezing hard enough to hurt, the crisis hadn't passed. One touch of her tongue on my hypersensitive glans, and I'd blow.

I was more tense than ever, but oddly, Yujin just pressed the tip of her nose to my glans, sniffing my cock scent without the aggressive sucking from before.

My cock twitched at her hot breath. As arousing as her deepthroating, but this teasing style built pleasure without pushing toward release.

Lovers in pure romance might do this, but not Yujin, who wanted me dead yet was locked in a jerk-off duel. Her intentions grew even murkier.

Sniffing my cock like cocaine, Yujin straightened up. With teary eyes, she balled her fist and punched my shoulder.

"That's cheating. No direct violence in a jerk-off duel."

Of course no such rules existed for jerk-off duels as a sport, but I was buying time by talking.

"Want round two with fists? Then this jerk-off duel's your loss."

Yujin ignored me, punching my shoulder again. But weaker than her murderous swings before—like a kitten's paw.

Tears welling, she placed both hands on my shoulders and dry-heaved. I'd thought she had a scent fetish from sniffing so long, but apparently not.

Then why sniff my cock so intently? Pondering that, I slipped my hand under her skirt. My turn now. She'd ambushed me earlier, but if I fought back, I wouldn't go down easy.

"The smell..."

Surprisingly, she didn't resist as my fingers trailed up her thigh—instead, she buried her face in my shoulder and muttered.

"Don't make me sound like I don't wash properly. I used lots of body lotion and scrubbed thoroughly today."

I pressed my fingers against her panties under her skirt.

"Then why does it smell?"

"Probably your spit."

"No, it smells like... Mom's scent!"

"Your mom's pussy, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠mouth, and hands were wrapped around my cock all last night—bound to leave a trace."

Habitually mocking her when she showed weakness was a mistake. She'd nearly pushed me to the edge for victory, but now she'd snapped back to full vigor.

"You fucking bastard."

Yujin straightened, face off my shoulder. Fortunately, she couldn't stomach sucking my cock reeking of her mom's pussy anymore and quit the blowjob.

To beat me next, Yujin mirrored me—sliding her hand between my legs.

Mutual handjobs. A relief. If she'd kept up the rough sucking, no matter how hard I held back, I'd have lost to her.

"Get closer!"

Yujin yelled.

"You press your ass closer. Can't reach. Stop pulling away. I'm personally scratching your filthy pussy for you."

I shot back.

We were yelling to get closer instead of pushing away the object of our disgust—an absurd situation.

"Gonna cum, huh? Heh, look how big it's throbbing."

"You cum first. What's this on my fingers? This filth. See? It's stringing out."

I held my slick fingers coated in Yujin's juices to her face, shaming her to slow her tight, rough strokes on my cockshaft.

But the situation stayed against me. I'd thought handjobs would favor me over blowjobs, but no.

Her failed attempt to make me cum via blowjob had still coated my entire cock in her spit—the ultimate lube. She jerked me fast without any pain.

Meanwhile, Yujin's panties under my rubbing fingers showed a slightly swollen clit and a hint of wetness at the entrance—still a fortress.

Her sensitivity had skyrocketed since I raped her last time, not bad, but this was a duel, not one-sided like when I'd tied her with cable ties.

Slap! Slap! Slap!

Yujin yanked my cockshaft rootward with her right hand gripped tight. Violent enough for sexual torture, but her soft, warm palm turned it into blissful pleasure.

"Kgh!"

"What, gonna cum already? Wait, did you? Admit it. Say you lost... to your big sis."

Yujin whispered in my ear, tongue flicking my lobe as she slapped away at my cock.

Insane stimulation. I wanted to cum in pleasure, splatter her face. But I had to hold.

Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!

I flicked her clit with my middle finger, stroking her mound with my index. Her mom's lame pussy, still virgin-tight. I couldn't go rough like her or it'd hurt without pleasure.

"Hng..."

It worked, thankfully. Yujin let out a sweet, aroused moan, her strokes pausing as she gripped my shoulder to stay upright on the bed.

"Your pussy's lame like your mom's?" I taunted, but backfire again. Rage and worry for her mom ignited her; she grabbed and shook my cock harder.

Then she noticed my drying lube and leaned toward my cock. Expecting hellish blowjob round two, I tensed. False alarm.

She swept her long, thick hair behind her ears, opened wide, and spat ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠a thick glob of pooled saliva onto my glans.

No blowjob— not the worst—but unexpected, hypersensitizing my cock further. Fresh lube let her sluggish hand speed up.

"Cum already, you premature dick!"

My hated enemy Yujin, sitting beside me on my bed, spat those words.

"You first, you lame-pussy bitch...!"

I fired back at her.

"Ngh! Shaking your pervert cock all horny, acting tough."

"Hah, horny lame pussy dripping juice."

"Shut up!" "Shut up!"

Slap-slap-slap! Squelch-squelch-squelch!

Minutes? Twenty? Ten? Probably not even one more.

My face paled—I could feel it—as I stared at Yujin. She smirked confidently back.

She paused her handjob, licking her slick fingers—coated in her spit and my leaking precum—in a show of leisure and confidence.

Even after regressing, facing that look from Yujin again drove me mad. Humiliating—I wanted to quit the duel and strangle her. But that was defeat.

"Premature dick, cum already, ahahaha!"

Yujin laughed, sucking more spit onto her fingers before resuming—wetter than ever.

Fatal. My cock teetered on eruption.

Fuck, what now? How to teach this arrogant bitch a lesson? Desperate thoughts, then a familiar voice echoed in my ear.

While I rested briefly, she'd followed my order to masturbate solo—fingering her pussy with spit-slick fingers from sucking my cock, climaxing repeatedly, pausing only to recover before plunging back in. That slutty, lame-pussy voice.

Unable to stand her pathetic show, I'd lain beside her and rubbed her pussy myself.

Screaming like a beast, spilling every weak spot for me to rub. Vulgar, utterly lame-pussy personified. But that lame pussy had birthed Yujin.

Fuck, lame-pussy milf, enough! Get out of my head! Not the time for you!

I shoved Yujeong from my mind, focusing solely on Yujin before me.

I stood from the bed. Thinking I'd given up holding back to beat her or quit the duel to hit her, Yujin looked fearful yet triumphant.

I wanted to slap that smug face, but instead circled behind, hugged her tight, and lifted her.

"Y-you bastard! J-jerk-off duel, remember! Put me down!"

"Don't yell."

I nibbled her earlobe sloppily, sitting back on the bed still hugging her from behind. With my toes, I hooked her panties and yanked them down. Then spread her legs wide.

Unlike my earlier gentle pussy play, now from behind, I pressed both arms into her belly, hands diving to stimulate her pussy.

Last night, I'd smacked her head with "Think you're at a brothel? Shut up and shake your ass." But now, Yujeong's voice proved useful as I worked Yujin's pussy.

Mother and daughter's weak spots matched. Both lame pussies. Yujin just fought harder from pride, but she was at her limit too—like me.

"Now cum already, you lame-pussy bitch."

I commanded.

"A-ah—cumming, cumming, cummiiing! C-cumming, cumming, cummiiing! Oooh! Ooooh♡ Ooooooh♥ Cummingggg! Cumminggg, ugh... kgh... heuk..."