New Nest
New Nest
Sooyeon's car slid smoothly into the underground parking lot.
It was a high-end apartment complex located in Yeoksam-dong, Gangnam.
Security guards saluted from the entrance, and even the parking lot floor sparkled without a speck of dust.
It was a world apart from the moldy smell of the gosiwon in Sillim-dong I had been in just moments before.
"We've arrived, Jun-nim."
Sooyeon looked at me as she unfastened her seatbelt.
Her eyes were filled with excitement and anticipation.
Her cheeks were flushed red, like a child the night before a picnic, or a bride awaiting her wedding night.
"The house... is quite nice."
I deliberately looked around arrogantly.
The parking lot was packed with all sorts of imported cars.
Sooyeon's car wasn't lacking either, but this was a fortress for the top 1% of South Korea.
"Yes, I got this place through a pre-sale three years ago. It's a bit big for living alone... but it'll be perfect with Jun-nim here."
She placed her hand on my thigh and subtly burrowed inward.
"Jun-nim... once we're home... right away..."
Trailing off her words, she tapped the crotch of my pants.
Her breath was hot, perhaps because she had been holding back the whole drive.
"Eager, aren't we."
I chuckled and lifted her chin.
"Get out first. Grab my bag."
"Yes! Understood!"
Sooyeon got out of the car without another word and opened the rear door.
The sight of her pulling out my old travel bag was like a dutiful secretary or a maid.
The image of her, wearing a designer dress and killer heels while holding a grimy bag, evoked a strange sense of conquest.
We took the elevator up to the 15th floor.
As the doors opened, a foyer finished in marble appeared.
Subtle indirect lighting shone, and the scent from a diffuser tickled my nose.
"Welcome, Jun-nim. It's humble, but..."
Sooyeon entered the door lock password and opened the door for me.
Stepping inside, the Gangnam nightscape unfolded beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows of the living room, which was as big as a playground.
Modern, sophisticated interior, expensive furniture.
But somehow, a cold and lonely feeling lingered.
The glamorous yet hollow space of a successful single woman, lacking a man's warmth.
'Now I'll have to fill this space with my scent.'
I kicked off my shoes and walked into the center of the living room.
A plush sofa welcomed me.
Sooyeon set my bag down in the foyer and approached hesitantly.
"Um... would you like to wash up? Or... right away..."
She watched my reaction as she brought her hand to the zipper of her dress.
Her body was already heated up.
As if the desire she had been suppressing since the car had reached its limit, she crossed her legs and twisted her body.
"Come here."
I plopped down on the sofa and spread my legs.
"Yes, Jun-nim..."
Sooyeon ran over as if she had been waiting and knelt before my knees.
Her gaze naturally went to my crotch.
My cock, not yet fully dead, half-erect, was revealing its heavy presence through my pants.
"Take off your clothes."
"Yes...!"
With trembling hands, she lowered the zipper on her back.
Srrrrrk.
The wine-colored knit dress fell to the floor.
Her voluptuous figure was revealed, clad in a black lace bra and panties, with stockings connected to a garter belt.
It was a body overflowing with the unique mature charm and elasticity of a woman who had just entered her 30s.
"Pretty. Our manager-nim."
I stuck my finger between her cleavage and stirred.
"Hahk... Thank you..."
"From now on, this is where I'll stay. And you are my exclusive woman. Understood?"
I gave a confirming kill shot by pinching her nipple.
"Yes... I know... I belong to Jun-nim... Do as you please with me..."
Sooyeon, enchanted by my touch, began rubbing her face against my thigh.
Her saliva soaked my pants.
Now there was no more need to hide or be cautious.
This house would become our breeding ground.
I leaned back deeply into the sofa and spread my legs.
The gaze looking down at Sooyeon kneeling before me was filled only with possessiveness and a sense of conquest.
"Take off my pants. Everything, including my underwear."
"Yes, Jun-nim..."
Sooyeon unfastened my belt buckle with trembling hands.
With the metallic sound of friction, the zipper went down, and she pulled my pants down to my ankles.
Then, grabbing the black briefs band, she carefully pulled them down.
Thwack.
My cock sprang out resiliently.
Even after the earlier round at the convenience store, it was still half-erect.
At the tip of the glans, dried semen stains and vaginal fluids were mixed and hardened white, and a strong male scent, a mix of a fishy night-flower smell and ammonia, wafted out.
"Haa... the smell..."
Sooyeon brought her nose right up to my cock and sniffed.
As if a drug addict smelling drugs, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
"Jun-nim's smell... semen smell... I love it so much... it's making my head spin..."
She rubbed her nose against my shaft with an expression of ecstasy.
It was the smell of 'vitality' she hadn't been able to smell for three years, no, couldn't smell.
"You like it? Then suck it."
I tapped her head.
"Yes! Thank you!"
Sooyeon opened her mouth wide as if she had been waiting and swallowed my glans in one gulp.
Chuup... Sllurp!
Warm, moist inner walls of her mouth enveloped my cock.
It was different from the hurried fellatio at the convenience store earlier.
Now, under my permission, moving according to my command, she was no different from a dedicated onahole.
'Yeah, that's it.'
I grabbed her hair.
The heat from her scalp transmitted through the soft strands.
"Watch your teeth. If it gets scratched, you're dead."
"Ugh! Yesss..."
Without waiting for her answer, I started moving my hips.
No, rather than my hips, I used my wrist to roughly shake her head up and down.
Guhk, guhk, Chuuuup!
"Gkuhk! Ugh...!"
Every time my cock stabbed deep into her throat, Sooyeon's eyes rolled back.
Gagging and choking, she desperately pursed her lips to not lose my cock.
The sensation of the base of her tongue tightening around my shaft and the ridges of her palate scraping the glans was thrilling.
'She's a manager-nim, but her throat grip is better than a prostitute's.'
I didn't care whether she suffered or not.
On the contrary, those painful moans excited me more.
The squelching sounds of saliva and the sound of her Adam's apple swallowing echoed through the living room.
"I'm cumming. Take it."
Without warning, I pressed her head down firmly to hold it in place.
Then, thrusting my hips, I buried the glans in the deepest spot, at the entrance to her esophagus.
Bleurgh! Blurgh!
"Ugh!! Uuuuugh!!"
Hot semen shot into Sooyeon's throat.
She reflexively tried to spit it out, but my hand was pressing her head, forcing her to gulp it down.
Gulp.
Her Adam's apple moved largely as my semen went down her esophagus.
She coughed repeatedly, tears streaming down.
"Cough! Cough! Haa... haa..."
I smiled with satisfaction and pulled out my dick.
I wiped the semen from the corner of her mouth with my finger and put it back into her mouth.
"Well done. You ate it cleanly."
"Thank you... Jun-nim... it was delicious..."
She answered while sucking on my finger.
The sight of her smiling with a tear-streaked face was a sight to behold.
"I'll give you a reward. Take off all your clothes."
"Yes...!"
Sooyeon staggered to her feet.
She gave me a seductive look and slowly unfastened the bra hook.
Thud.
The black lace bra fell to the floor, and her heavy breasts swayed as they were liberated.
Breasts that were still firm despite being in her 30s.
Her nipples stood erect, saluting me.
Next, she took off her panties and stockings all at once.
Her white thighs, round buttocks, and neatly trimmed pubic hair were revealed.
"Hmm."
I crossed my arms and admired her nakedness.
It wasn't a perfect model's body, but it showed signs of money spent on maintenance.
Her skin was smooth, with almost no excess fat.
Above all, the ripe sensuality that only that age could possess overflowed.
"How is it, Jun-nim...? My body... do you like it?"
She asked while twisting her body shyly.
She seemed to feel pleasure in having her most private parts evaluated by a younger man.
"Not bad. The hair grooming is neat too."
I chuckled and nodded.
"I'm turned on. You pass."
"Ah... what a relief..."
She let out a sigh of relief and smiled brightly.
"Now take off my clothes too. All of them."
I got up from the sofa and spread my arms.
"Yes, understood!"
Sooyeon unfastened the first button of my shirt with trembling fingertips.
Pop, pop.
With cheerful sounds, the buttons came undone one by one, revealing my bare skin.
She was careful, afraid her nails might scratch my skin.
Once the last button was undone, she spread the shirt tails to the sides and pulled it over my shoulders to take it off.
"Haa... your body is good too, Jun-nim..."
She placed her hand on my chest and stroked along the muscle grain.
They were just residual muscles from three years of organizing convenience store warehouses, but in her eyes, they seemed like a Greek statue.
Her breath touching my collarbone tickled.
"Pants too."
At my chin gesture, she immediately knelt.
The motion of unfastening the belt buckle and lowering the zipper was as natural as flowing water.
When the pants were down to my ankles, she lifted each of my legs to pull them off.
Now only the socks remained.
Sooyeon lay completely flat on the floor.
Then, with both hands, she respectfully lifted my feet.
As if handling precious porcelain, she gently pulled down the sock bands.
Her attitude was utterly devoted, meticulously checking even between my toes to ensure there was no discomfort.
"Jun-nim, your feet are clean too..."
She neatly folded the removed socks to one side and kissed the top of my foot.
The sight of her, forehead pressed to the floor, worshipping my feet.
"Huh, this is a total Yamato Nadeshiko."
I let out a hollow laugh.
The image of a virtuous wife and wise mother showing absolute obedience to her husband, something only seen in Japanese manga or dramas, was appearing right in the heart of Gangnam, and from a high-nosed career woman at that.
"Just put a kimono on her and it'd be perfect. We could even export her to Japan, huh?"
"Ah... no! I'm Jun-nim's exclusive bitch... I won't go anywhere else..."
At my joke, she flinched and shook her head.
The expression of being scared she might be sold off was cute.
"Got it. It was a joke. Get up."
I tapped her butt.
"Go to that balcony window. Put your hands on it and bend over."
"Yes...!"