Fucking While Watching the Night View
Fucking While Watching the Night View
Su-yeon sprang up and walked naked across the living room.
Standing before the floor-to-ceiling window, she placed both hands on the glass as I had ordered.
Her palms and chest pressed against the cold glass surface, turning white.
She turned her head to look back at me, thrusting her buttocks out.
Swish, swish.
Her white buttocks swayed seductively from side to side.
Her slender waist and ample hip line drew an S-shape, tempting me.
I could almost see her wet labia peeking through between her legs, opening and closing.
"Hah, this woman really..."
I clicked my tongue in exasperation.
"Act your age, Choi Su-yeon. You're wagging your tail like crazy."
I strode over and tightly grabbed one of her buttocks with my palm.
The soft yet elastic sensation clung perfectly to my hand.
Smack!
"Kyyaang!"
A crisp slapping sound echoed through the living room.
A vivid red handprint remained on her white buttock.
"Don't pretend it hurts. I know you like it."
"Hmm... Yes... I do... Hit me more..."
While letting out a pained moan, Su-yeon raised her buttocks even higher.
Transparent love juice trickled from the entrance of her vagina, flowing down the inside of her thigh.
"In heat? Want it that badly?"
"Yes... Fuck me... Please... Fill me up tight with Jun-nim's cock..."
She rubbed her forehead against the window, pleading.
Her breath fogged up the glass, turning it hazy.
"My hole is so itchy I'm going crazy... Please fuck me..."
She spread her buttocks herself, revealing the red flesh inside.
The invitation had arrived.
I grabbed my hardened member and slowly approached her from behind.
Beyond the floor-to-ceiling window, the dazzling night view of Gangnam spread out beneath our feet.
Memories of yesterday—distant and despairing, wondering if even one of those countless lights could ever be mine—flashed through my mind like a revolving lantern.
But now, looking down on this city, I was gripping the buttocks of a successful woman.
'Fuck, this is killer. Is this the taste of success?'
A thrilling sense of conquest shot up my spine.
Su-yeon's hot body temperature, contrasting with the cold night air, and the sweet scent of a female emanating from her.
Everything was perfect.
"But hey, can't they see this from outside? What if someone's watching with binoculars?"
I pretended to be worried and asked.
The sight of her naked against the window was quite provocative, but I had to minimize any potential risk.
"Haa... It's okay, Jun-nim..."
Su-yeon answered, panting with her cheek pressed against the window.
"It has a special film coating... You can see outside clearly from inside, but from outside it reflects like a mirror so you can't see in..."
"Oh ho."
She was thoroughly prepared.
Well, with a view like this, there's no way she hadn't had sex here before.
No, wait, she hadn't had a man for three years, so maybe she just masturbated with a dildo?
Anyway, it was my exclusive stage now.
"Then I can fuck you without worry."
I grabbed both sides of her white buttocks with my palms.
Her flesh was so plump my fingers sank in deeply.
Every time I kneaded, her skin squeezed out between my fingers.
"Hmm...! Aah...!"
Su-yeon's waist twitched.
Instinctively, she thrust her buttocks back, rubbing against my crotch.
Her already drenched vaginal entrance touched my thigh, sliding slickly.
"Don't be impatient. I'll feed it to you slowly."
I firmly grabbed her pelvis and pressed the tip of my glans against her wet hole.
I didn't rush.
Like a satiated lion leisurely savoring its prey, I leaned my weight in and slowly pushed inside.
Plop.
"Hahk... Ugh...!"
A heavy foreign sensation forced its way into her narrow passage.
The sensation of each fold of her vaginal walls stretching tautly and wrapping around my pillar was vivid.
Hot, wet, and a tightly squeezing pressure.
"It's going in... Take it all."
Without stopping, I pushed all the way to the root.
Until my pubic bone touched the cleft between her buttocks.
Squelch.
The sound of flesh meeting flesh echoed dully.
Su-yeon threw her head back, mouth wide open, screaming a silent scream.
Her breasts were pressed against the glass, spreading out like steamed buns.
"Haaa... It's so full... It's so big... It's reaching deep inside my stomach..."
"Good?"
"Yes... So good... I feel like I'm going crazy..."
Her inner walls contracted rhythmically, massaging my member.
I slowly pulled my waist back.
The mucosa, clinging like a vacuum, made a squelch sound as it detached.
And then I pushed back in heavily.
Squish, squelch.
"Hmm! Ah! Ah!"
A monotonous yet heavy piston motion began.
Instead of thrusting quickly, I pushed in slowly and deliberately, as if pressing deep inside her.
Each time, Su-yeon's legs trembled, and the palms of her hands pressed against the window slid down.
With Seoul's night view as the backdrop, only the sounds of our breathing and friction filled the space.
After a storm had passed, a languid stillness flowed through the living room.
I was deeply sunk into the plush sofa, wearing only a bathrobe.
Su-yeon, using my lap as a pillow, lay looking up at me, a thin blanket draped over her naked body.
Her face glowed rosy with the flush and satisfaction after sex.
"Ah~ Here, Jun-nim."
Su-yeon approached me, holding a ruby-red grape between her lips like a precious gem.
It was a 'Ruby Roman' grape, costing over a million won per bunch.
She carefully pressed her lips against mine and, using her tongue, pushed the grape into my mouth.
Smooch.
Sweet fruit juice burst in my mouth.
Mixed with her saliva, the taste was even richer.
"Delicious?"
"Yes, Jun-nim's mouth is even sweeter..."
She licked my lips and gave a sly smile.
The expression 'honey dripping from her eyes' fit perfectly.
The bitch panting like a beast just moments ago was gone, leaving only the most obedient and lovely wife in the world.
Then, a loud noise came from the TV left on.
It was a late-night debate program: [Final Debate: How Far Should Stud Rights Be Allowed?]
"What are your thoughts on the 'Stud Special Act' recently proposed in the Japanese parliament? It grants Studs unlimited breeding rights and treatment akin to superior citizens with quasi-extraterritorial rights."
At the host's words, the female group representative on the panel glared and grabbed the microphone.
"This is nonsense! This is a clear violation of women's rights and a barbaric regression of our times! Even if a Stud appears in Korea, granting him privileges would shake the very foundations of democracy! Instead, we should invest more welfare budget into women's childbirth, and the men who have neglected childcare all this time should reflect..."
As her voice rose in pitch, the male panelist opposite her, a former military officer, let out a scoffing laugh.
"Huh, come on. Representative. Do you not understand the situation? Humanity is on the brink of extinction! And whose fault is it that the birth rate hit 0.6 before this mess even started? While we were running around in the military, you took all the benefits there were, and now it's the men's fault?"
"What did you say? Are you done talking?"
"Not even close! That's exactly why no Studs appear in our country! Even if one did appear, who in their right mind would be patriotic here? If I were him, I'd run away to America or Japan too! They treat you like a king there, but here you'd just be treated as public property!"
"Hey! That's something only a traitor would do!"
The debate hall instantly turned into chaos.
The sight of them shouting at each other and pointing fingers was pitiful.
I clicked my tongue and fiddled with the remote.
"That's the reality of Hell Joseon. They still haven't come to their senses."
Su-yeon quietly buried her face against my chest, glancing at the TV.
She too seemed tired of that social atmosphere.
"Su-yeon."
"Yes, Jun-nim."
"You have a lot of money and a nice house, so why do you work as a convenience store manager? You could just eat and play."
At my question, she thought for a moment and smiled bitterly.
"Even with money... I feel empty. If I'm alone at home, I feel like I'll go crazy... I'd rather exhaust my body so I don't have idle thoughts..."
She took my hand and rubbed it against her cheek.
"But it's okay now. Because Jun-nim is here... I'm so happy. Now all my money, house, car... everything is yours. Use it as you wish. If it's not enough, I'll sell buildings to give you more. No, I'll work all night to earn it for you."
Her eyes were sincere.
It wasn't just empty words.
It seemed the 'Imprinting' effect had firmly taken root through several vaginal and oral ejaculations.
It was as if my genes had carved 'this man is your master' into every one of her brain cells.
'She's definitely almost completely won over.'
Stroking her hair, I asked the most important question.
"Then let me ask you one thing. Is it better for me to stay in Korea? Or... should I go to Japan or America?"
Su-yeon's pupils shook.
She was Korean, part of the established class with a foundation here.
Naturally, I thought she'd want me to stay by her side.
But after a moment's hesitation, she opened her mouth as if having made a decision.
"To be honest... even as a woman, I think Korea is hopeless."
Her voice trembled but was firm.
"If you stay here, Jun-nim, you'll be watched and exploited for the rest of your life. Look at those women. They see you not as a savior but only as a tool. Proper treatment? Don't expect it at all."
She looked straight into my eyes and said.
"If you want to be treated as a true king in bigger waters... You should go to America, Japan, or even Europe. They'll recognize your value there."
And she kissed the back of my hand, tears falling drop by drop.
"Jun-nim... No, Master... If it makes you happy, I'm okay with anything. You can forget about someone like me. But..."
She pleaded, sobbing.
"If I have one wish... Before you leave... Please sow your seed in my womb... I would be so grateful if you could even get me pregnant. Let me bear your child and raise it while missing you for the rest of my life... Please..."
Her teardrops wet the back of my hand.
My heart ached painfully.
A devoted love that would abandon everything of her own, even send me away, and pray for my happiness.
Was this the power of Imprinting, or was it her true heart?
Whichever it was, I had become unable to abandon this woman.
"Silly talk. Why would I abandon you?"
I pulled her into a tight embrace.
Along with her warm body temperature, her heartbeat transmitted to my chest.