Taming Choi Su-yeon
Taming Choi Su-yeon
I took a deep breath and looked down at the top of Su-yeon's head as she crouched on the floor, trying to get at my crotch.
Her eyes were still glazed over, mouth open as she tried to lick me.
"Hey, Choi Su-yeon."
I roughly grabbed the back of her hair.
"Kyaak!"
She let out a scream and jerked her head back.
Her hair was pulled taut, exposing the nape of her pale neck. Her pupils shook—whether from the pain or the shock of this sudden insubordination.
"Wh-what are you doing, Jun-ah... That hurts..."
"Jun-ah? Who's speaking casually to whom right now?"
I yanked the handful of hair I was holding even further back, forcing her gaze up to meet mine.
The usually meek part-timer Kim Jun was gone.
Standing before her now was a hungry wolf—no, an apex predator with its prey right in front of it.
"Do you not understand the situation? That thing you've been wanting so badly, the thing you couldn't buy even with 30 million won. Who's it hanging between whose legs right now?"
I growled.
My cock nudged against the tip of her chin. The sensation, hot and hard, must have felt both threatening and seductive.
"S-sorry. No, I apologize... I was wrong..."
Honorifics involuntarily spilled from Su-yeon's mouth. Along with fear, a peculiar anticipation spread across her expression. Her eyes, looking up at me with her hair still in my grip, were growing wet. The instinctive submission of a female being dominated by a strong male. I could feel her heart pounding wildly through my hand.
"Listen carefully. From now on, you do exactly as I say. No backtalk."
I abruptly released the handful of hair I was holding. She staggered, trying to regain her balance.
"Go lock the door and come back. And turn off the sign out front. Pull down all the blinds too."
"Huh...? B-but... it's business hours right now... If headquarters finds out, we could get penalized..."
She hesitated. It seemed a sliver of her rationality as the store manager remained.
I chuckled softly and pretended to adjust my pants.
"Oh? Then let's call it off. I have no intention of giving this precious thing to a woman worried about penalties."
I deliberately turned away coldly and made to zip up my pants.
"Ah, no! Don't go!"
Su-yeon desperately grabbed my leg.
"Choose, Choi Su-yeon."
I looked down at her and thrust my swollen bulge right in her face.
"Headquarters' penalty, or this cock?"
It was a cruel but clear choice.
Live her whole life clutching her withered eggs and receiving praise from headquarters?
Or ignore penalties and seize the chance to receive the seed of the 'real man' the whole world envies?
"You can only have one. Decide."
I tapped her cheek, like touching an unripe peach. The skin under my fingertips was hot, glistening with sweat and tears. Her gaze wavered uneasily.
The ego of Choi Su-yeon, the strict store manager who had lived her whole life as a model student, was making its last desperate struggle.
'Comply with headquarters guidelines.' 'Diligent work attitude.' 'Maintain dignity.'
But social norms like those were crumbling away like sandcastles before the immense masculinity proudly standing tall right before her eyes.
My cock, peeking out from the gap in my pants, twitched as if it were a living creature.
From the tip of the glans, a drop, then another drop, of transparent pre-cum dripped down and landed on the toe of her designer shoes.
The moment she saw that, Su-yeon's pupils shook violently as if an earthquake had hit.
"Headquarters' penalty...? B-but..."
Her lips trembled.
I sneered and deliberately made a show of starting to zip up my pants.
"Oh? Okay. Then I'll go find another woman. Should I contact that customer who said she'd spend 30 million won? She wouldn't worry about penalties and would spread her legs right away."
"Ah, no! Don't go!"
Su-yeon desperately clutched at my pant leg.
Her grip was so strong it pinched the flesh of my thigh.
"Please... Jun-ah... no, Jun-nim... don't go."
She bowed her head as if to press her forehead against my feet.
Her buttocks, prominent under the wine-colored knit dress, were raised high, her shame forgotten.
"I told you to choose. The penalty, or the cock?"
I forcibly lifted her head, making her eyes meet my cock.
The strong, primal male scent wafting right under her nose—a mix of night-blooming flower fragrance and sweat—invaded her nostrils.
"Huuuuk..."
Tears streamed from Su-yeon's eyes.
They weren't tears of sadness.
They were tears of joy and liberation, shattering the shell of the 'social woman' that had constrained her all her life and being reborn purely as a 'seed-receiving female.'
"The cock... give me the cock... please..."
She sobbed, almost moaning the words.
"I don't need any headquarters penalty... I don't need any of it... I just need your cock. Fill my pussy with that big, hot thing... Fill my womb that's been dried up for three years..."
Her voice was cracked, but the desire within it was as hot as an active volcano.
She rubbed her lips against the shaft of my cock, pleading.
"Impregnate me... Please, let me have Jun-nim's baby..."
This was it.
This was exactly the answer I wanted.
A female governed solely by instinct, who'd thrown Korean law and ethics to the dogs.
"Good girl. That's a good girl, our store manager."
I stroked her head.
As if praising a well-trained pet.
Then I pointed my chin toward the entrance door.
"Go lock the door. And pull down the blinds. Don't let anyone in."
Su-yeon staggered to her feet.
Her legs were weak and she wobbled, but her gaze alone was clear.
The gaze of a female intent on carrying out her master's command.
Click-clack, click-clack.
She ran to the door in her high heels.
Passersby outside could have been looking in, but she didn't care.
Instead, she defiantly slammed the 'Closed' sign into place with a thud.
Click. Clunk.
The sound of the lock turning echoed heavily in the silent convenience store.
It wasn't just the sound of a door locking.
It was the signal flare proclaiming this cramped convenience store as a 'breeding ground' for his first female.
"It's all locked, Jun-nim."
She turned around, panting.
Grabbing the blind cord behind her, she pulled, cutting off the world outside the window.
Now, there were only the two of us in this space.
And she, without hesitation, began to slide the shoulder straps of her dress down.
"Now... give it to me."
Even after locking the door, Su-yeon couldn't approach immediately.
Leaning against the wall, she took ragged breaths, her greedy, glistening eyes fixed on my crotch.
Like a castaway who'd found an oasis in the desert.
"Give it? Already?"
I chuckled and pulled over the folding chair from behind the counter.
Crossing my legs, I sat down and arrogantly presented my swollen, near-bursting cock.
"Come here, Manager Choi. No, Su-yeon-ah."
Her name rolled off my tongue.
A form of address unimaginable under normal circumstances, but now it felt utterly natural.
Su-yeon walked over as if entranced, stumbling.
"Yes, Jun-nim... I'm coming..."
She knelt before me.
Over the tight wine-colored knit dress, the valley of her ample breasts was starkly revealed.
I lifted my foot and tapped her shoulder with it.
"How dare the store manager kneel between a part-timer's legs? Headquarters would faint if they knew."
"Ah, no... I'm just a female... Jun-nim's seed-receiver..."
Su-yeon murmured, rubbing her cheek against the top of my foot.
Her self-respect was already rolling on the floor with the dust.
The only religion she had now was this massive pillar of flesh standing tall before her.
"Oh? Then prove it. Prove you're worthy of tasting this precious thing."
I thrust my hips forward slightly.
Su-yeon's eyes sparkled. With trembling hands, she carefully grasped the shaft of my cock.
"Haa... It's hot... It's really alive..."
Her touch was reverently cautious, but suppressed lust squirmed within it.
The only pulsing proof of life in a world that had been dead for three years.
Lick.
She lightly touched the most sensitive urethral opening at the tip of my glans with the tip of her tongue.
"Huuuk!"
An electric thrill shot through my entire body.
As if enjoying my reaction, Su-yeon spread her tongue wide and softly enveloped the entire glans, licking it up.
Slurp... Slup, suck.
"It's delicious... kind of gamey... but so sweet..."
She murmured with an ecstatic expression.
It wasn't just the taste of semen.
It was the taste of lost masculinity, the pheromone of an endangered species.
"Deeper. Open your throat."
I grabbed her hair and pulled her toward me.
"Uuup!"
Su-yeon obediently opened her mouth.
My massive glans pushed past her lips, over her teeth, and slid into the warm, moist inner wall of her oral cavity.
Plunge.
"Uuk...!"
Tears welled in the corners of her eyes from the physiological sensation of the foreign object hitting her uvula.
But she didn't pull back. Instead, she grabbed my buttocks and tried to swallow me deeper.
Gurgle, slup, slurp-slop.
Wet, lewd sounds echoed through the convenience store.
Su-yeon's cheeks hollowed as she vacuum-sucked every single vein on my cock.
Her tongue tirelessly coiled around the shaft and stimulated the urethral opening.
'This is insane... This woman was really starving.'
Her technique was clumsy, but her passion was beyond professional.
No, this wasn't about technique.
It didn't matter if real sperm came out or not.
Just the fact that this 'phallus' itself was hard and functioning was her salvation.
"Haaung... So full... My mouth is so full I can't even breathe..."
Su-yeon pulled her mouth away, gasping for air.
Transparent saliva formed a long string between my glans and her lips.
"Jun-nim... I, I'd be fine even if I don't get pregnant. I'd have no regrets even if I just sucked on this for the rest of my life... no, even if I just got fucked by it..."