Backseat Idol Training
"The CEO's got some nerve. That attitude toward you, young master."
Sua grumbled as she called for the car. She clearly hadn't taken a liking to Kang Emilia.
"A woman needs a bit of that spice."
"Oh? Should I act all haughty too, then?"
I smacked Sua's plump ass for her cheeky remark. Being in the underground parking lot, the sharp crack echoed loudly.
Smack!
"Eek!"
"You're already mine. Too late for haughty now."
"Hing."
She put on an exaggerated pout as my car pulled up smoothly in front of her. I nudged Seong Ye-ji, whom I'd dragged along.
"Get in."
"Wh-where... where are we g-going?"
She'd been trembling anxiously the whole time, too scared to even look at me as she asked.
"Don't worry about it. Just get in."
"Ah... um, I..."
She looked like she had something to say. But Sua swooped in, grabbed her arm and clothes, and practically shoved her into the car.
"Eek! D-don't do this!"
"Hurry up and get in. Don't be a pain."
Amazed at the sight of a cop aiding in a citizen kidnapping, I gently stroked Sua's ass—she'd bent over in doggy position to stuff Ye-ji inside.
"Nngh... y-you're not gonna do it here, are you?"
"What're you on about? Move."
I gave her startled butt a light smack, passing by as she moaned and stepped aside.
"Ah...!"
As I got in the car... Seong Ye-ji, who'd been forcibly loaded in first, was shivering pale-faced like a horror movie heroine, desperately trying to scoot away from me. Her eyes bored into my crotch.
...My dick was rock-hard, bulging against my pants.
"Where to, young master?"
"Home for now."
Once inside, I pressed right up against Ye-ji, who was trying her best to put distance between us.
"Hic!"
I'd dragged her straight from practice without a wash, so a faint dampness and subtle sweat scent tickled my nose.
"Y-you're... too close..."
"You complaining just from me getting close?"
I wrapped an arm around her slim waist, pulling her in, and slid my other hand under her top. Stroking her sweat-slick skin downward, I grabbed a handful of her massive tits.
Ye-ji jolted and screamed.
"Kyaaak! S-stop!!!"
The car started moving anyway. No one was coming to her rescue. Not even Seo Eun-mi, the NIS spy.
"You good at dancing?"
"P-please let me go... I beg you..."
"I asked if you're good at dancing."
"Ah..."
A sudden curiosity hit me. If I tried to fuck Seong Ye-ji right here, what would that NIS spy bitch—sitting there with her faint smile—do? What if I ordered her to help? Would she obey my command?
"..."
Her expression gave nothing away. Across from us, Seo Eun-mi just watched me toy with Ye-ji.
I twisted Ye-ji's nipple while studying Eun-mi's face.
"Kyaaaak?!"
"Answer me. Can you dance?"
"Y-yes! I-I can d-dance well!!"
Ye-ji squeezed her eyes shut, voice breaking into sobs. Eun-mi kept watching with that subtle smile.
I spread my legs.
"Good. Then dance."
"Y-yes...?"
She stared at me like I'd spouted nonsense. I unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock. The grotesque erection sprang free into the air, reeking of thick male musk.
Eun-mi's brow twitched faintly before smoothing over instantly. Ye-ji's face twisted in horror.
"Dance on me. And next time, you take it out yourself. Got it?"
"Ah... aaah..."
She gawked between me and my dick, tears finally spilling. But she froze, unmoving.
I sighed and called out to Eun-mi.
"Eun-mi."
"Yes, young master."
"She's not getting it. Why don't you demonstrate?"
"...!"
"How to dance in a moving car."
"..."
So, how would our NIS spy play this? Would she snap that it was too disgusting? Or obey for her bigger mission?
Got to test her now—knowing her limits lets me prepare. Show me your true colors.
"Understood, young master."
"Oh?"
I'd figured fifty-fifty, but she agreed without hesitation. A flicker of resignation crossed her face as she crossed over to me. She hiked up her short skirt hem, knelt on the seat straddling me, and pressed her body against mine.
"You smell nice, Eun-mi."
"...Thank you."
Her prim suit radiated subtle sex appeal. As she rolled up her skirt and brushed her lower half against me, preparing to insert, I undid the buttons on her suit jacket.
Pop. Pop.
With each one, her blouse—straining over those full tits—filled my view like a close-up. So plump, begging to be squeezed.
"Hey, Seong Ye-ji."
"..."
"Watch closely. See how it's done."
"...I'm putting it in."
Eun-mi's slender hand gripped my cock. Cold—no warmth at all. She slid her other hand to shift her panties aside. She knew exactly how to tease.
Schlick, schlurp.
The head felt the panty's tension, brushing past soft pubes to find her entrance. Then, without pause, she impaled herself—swallowing half the glans before taking a deep breath.
"Hngh, hah... haa..."
Schlurp. Plung, shluuuck.
"Ooh... it's going in."
Glancing up, I saw her biting her lower lip, eyes shut. She looked like she wanted me to pound her senseless.
Squelch-glurk.
"Ahk! Hnght...!"
Now the head was fully engulfed, her pussy walls hugging my thick shaft. And at the tip... something blocking the way. Eun-mi was a virgin too.
"Our Eun-mi's more innocent than she looks? Still got that full hymen."
"..."
I undid her blouse buttons, exposing her huge tits. Nipples still hidden by the bra, but that made it hotter. Jacket and blouse parted to frame those perfect tits and lingerie—what a sight.
"What're you waiting for? All the way in."
"Yes..."
She wrapped her arms around my neck, pressing fully against me. Her tits squished delightfully as her weight drove her ass down. The hymen tore painlessly, granting me her pussy completely.
"Hnnngh!!"
"Fuu... yeah, that's it."
Eun-mi shuddered and moaned atop me. But only for a moment. She shoved the virgin pain aside and started bucking.
Schlick, squelch.
"Haak... ahngh..."
Pained moans as she rocked her clinging body—short strokes, but intense stimulation.
She's fair game now. Whatever her game is, I'll fuck her whenever I want.
"Idol dances these days are pretty wild."
"..."
Eun-mi widened her range—lifting higher, slamming deeper. Each time, dizzying pleasure made my fingers twitch.
I grabbed her fiercely.
"Kyanh!"
Irresistible female flesh. Overflowing lust unleashed, I shoved her jacket and blouse off her shoulders, burying my face in her smooth skin. Tongue out for a taste.
"Nya."
A glimpse sideways—disgust flashed across her face. It only fired me up more. I gripped her ponytail, yanking her head back to stretch her white neck long.
"Ahk! Y-young master!"
That maddening collarbone and neckline tempted me wild. I licked up the line—shoulder to neck, neck to jaw, jaw to cheek. Kissed her slim cheek repeatedly, then whispered in her ear.
"Open your mouth."
"Ah."
I gripped her jaw, shoving my tongue into her reflexively parted lips.
"Nnght."
I ravaged her mouth like I'd throat-fuck her, feeling her bucks. Even enduring this filthy act, she dutifully shook her ass.
I pulled back to admire her face. Her usual faint smile twitched at the corners; her soft eyes sharpened into something ambiguous.
I leaned back against the seat, mouth open. Eun-mi, still bucking cluelessly, soon got it—licked her dry lips twice, then pressed them to mine.
"Mmmph."
A kiss from Seo Eun-mi. No love or respect—just service to sate my lust. I savored the mounting ecstasy, hugging her tight, pressing her head so she couldn't escape. She faked desire clumsily, stirring my mouth in service. I enjoyed until I was on the edge.
Then, gripping her ass hard, I thrust up.
Plunge!
"Mnghk!!"
And I came. Filled her virgin pussy to the brim with my baby batter for the first time.