Looks Are Everything, Right? I'd Even Let You Slap My Cheeks With That Cock ♥

At the entrance of the bar The Merry, Choi Yura shoved Hyejeong and Sujin into the back seat of a taxi like they were nothing more than luggage.

"Yeah, yeah. Get home safe. Text me later~ Hyejjing, Sujjing, you know how much I love you, right?"

Her tone was sweet, but the words carried no soul. Yura quickly slammed the taxi door shut. Her two friends mumbled something through the window, but she ignored it completely. Vroom— The taxi's red taillights disappeared into the darkness.

'Phew... They're finally gone. Those annoying bitches….'

Only after her friends had left did Choi Yura wipe the fake smile from her lips. After shaking off the older girls who kept trying to act like they were in charge, she had deliberately kept the drinking pace fast with her friends. There was only one reason for that.

To be left alone with Minu.

And finally, Hyejeong and Sujin were gone.

"Let's head inside. It's cold."

Minu naturally wrapped one arm around Yura's shoulders. His thick, firm grip sent an electric shiver racing down her spine at the mere contact. As they stepped back into the bar, eyes from all around poured over them—jealousy, envy, and sticky, blatant lust.

'Hmph.'

Yura deliberately pulled Minu's arm tight against her chest as she walked, as if showing off to the other women: He's mine, so don't even think about touching him.

But the moment they returned to their table, a strange anxiety began to creep over her. Minu wasn't being as aggressive as other men usually were. Of course, even that felt like part of his charm to Yura.

'Am I crazy? What the hell is this guy? The more I look at him, the more I'm falling under his spell…?'

His face, his style, his body—everything was perfect. But the real killer was something else.

Sniff, sniff— Without realizing it, Yura inhaled deeply near Minu's shoulder. It wasn't just some ordinary cologne. It was a scent that triggered pure instinct. The thick, masculine musk of a dominant male. Every time she caught that scent, one undeniable truth forced itself into her mind.

That she was nothing more than a bitch in heat, desperately waiting to be conquered.

"Now... it's just the two of us, huh?"

When Minu whispered that into her ear, her lower belly clenched hard—♡ Her thighs trembled on their own. She no longer had the luxury of playing innocent. Her panties were already soaked through.

"Mmm... yeah. That's right. Just... the two of us…?"

Yura leaned lightly against Minu's chest. Her hand, which had started by stroking his firm pectorals, slowly slid downward. Past his rippling abs, all the way down to the inside of his thigh….

'...What the...?'

The strange sensation against her palm made Yura lower her head to confirm if it was real. What followed was pure, unfiltered awe.

It wasn't standing straight out like a normal erect cock. What hung between Minu's legs stretched long along the inside of his thigh. It reached nearly half the length of his thigh. And even through the thick denim fabric, its overwhelming girth was impossible to hide.

'What the fuck... Is this seriously a cock? And he's got stamina too?'

When Minu didn't stop her, Yura's hand grew even bolder. Like stroking a massive snake hiding under a carpet, she caressed the monstrous thing over his jeans before finally grabbing it firmly.

Then—

Twitch—♡ Throb—♡ The obscene serpent beneath the denim reacted. It pulsed and jerked like a living creature. The vicious curve of the glans and the rock-hard shaft transmitted straight into her palm.

Gulp—♡

She had always prided herself on knowing a thing or two about men. But the thing under her hand right now was on a completely different level. Twitch♡ Throb♡ This wasn't a cock. It was a savage monster that existed for one purpose only: to conquer females.

"Mmm. How long are you going to keep touching it?"

"Ah! S-sorry…."

"No, it's fine... Do whatever you want. I'm okay with it."

"……."

Her legs twisted together involuntarily. Just from imagining it, her womb throbbed and her pussy seemed to twitch open and closed. Her brain wasn't in control anymore—her womb was screaming at her to submit to this male, to shove that cock deep inside herself.

Yura looked up at Minu with a half-dazed expression. He gazed down at her with a relaxed smile. It was the smile of a male saying, If you want something, go ahead and take it. Yura couldn't hold back anymore.

"Um... Oppa."

"Yeah?"

"We've already had a lot to drink... and it's too late for a second round, right…?"

"Well. That's true."

"So... my place is really close by. So, um… Would you like to come over for... ramen?"

It was a cliché but unmistakable offer for sex. Minu made a face like he was thinking it over for a moment. Honestly, Yura was certain he wouldn't refuse. No man in the world would turn down a woman like her when she was coming on this strong. Plus, she'd already confirmed his cock was rock hard. It was a hundred percent.

But.

"Sorry. I'm a bit tired today."

"Huh?"

Minu's answer was completely unexpected. A rejection. And a ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠very firm, cold one at that.

"Uh…."

Yura's face went blank. Her pride being hurt was secondary. The fact that the cock right in front of her was about to disappear filled her with something close to terror.

'If I let him go like this tonight?'

It was obvious. Other bitches would sniff him out and snatch him away in no time. Her insides burned with urgency. So.

Choi Yura decided to throw away every last shred of pride she had as a woman.

"Why... why, Oppa? Do you not like me? I dressed down a bit today, but... I look really pretty when I dress up! And I'm pretty confident in my body too…."

"It's not that... It's just that sex is a bit…."

For the first time, Minu slightly averted his gaze. A woman's intuition kicked in. Yura instantly understood what that meant.

'I had a feeling... So he does have another woman.'

Well, it would have been stranger if a man like this didn't have a girlfriend. But she had already thrown her pride away long ago. Yura swallowed dryly. Her body was already burning hot. Her lower belly tingled and ached. If she didn't get to see the monster hiding inside those jeans right now, she felt like she would lose her mind. She instinctively knew this thirst could never be quenched by some ordinary guy's average dick.

"…Okay. So sex is off the table, right? That means other things are fine, yeah?"

"Other things?"

"Yes. Other things."

Yura gave his cock a seductive sidelong glance and licked her lips. There wasn't a man alive who wouldn't understand what that movement of her red tongue meant.

Suddenly, Yura stood up from her seat. She practically ran to the counter, paid the bill before anyone could stop her, then grabbed Minu's wrist.

"Come with me."

"Where are we going?"

"You'll see when we get there."

Yura gripped his hand tightly and pulled him along. Once they left the bar, she led him straight into the shopping building next door. And then.

She dragged him into the disabled restroom.

Creak. The moment the rusty door opened, a stale smell of piss and bleach hit them. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠But none of that mattered to Choi Yura. The only thing that mattered was that the room was a fairly spacious private stall.

Click. She positioned Minu in front of the toilet and locked the door. Then, looking up at him with provocative eyes, she slowly sank to her knees in front of him. The cold tile floor pressed against her knees, but she didn't care. Yura's gaze was fixed solely on Minu's crotch. On the place that was swollen to the point of bursting.

Click. The door to the disabled stall locked shut. A dirty, stinking space that reeked of bleach. Choi Yura kneeling before me. Red tags floated above her head.

I didn't even need to check the tags to know. The way she was kneeling, perfectly aligning her eyes with the front of my pants, swallowing hard—it would be stranger if I didn't understand. Then, as an alpha male, I should properly conquer her.

Click— Ziiip— I undid my belt and pulled down ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the zipper. Yura immediately grabbed the sides of my jeans and yanked them open, as if she'd been waiting for this. The suppressed beast sprang up violently, like it was tearing through the bars of a narrow cage.

The insane mass felt like a python coiled inside. Yura stared at its silhouette with a dazed expression for a moment.

She reached for my underwear as if in a trance. But.

"Hey."

Smack. I slapped her hand away and looked down at her with a strict, icy expression. Yura flinched and quickly placed both hands politely on her thighs. She looked up at me like a scolded puppy or a criminal awaiting judgment.

"W-why…?"

Her eyes trembled. Truthfully, there was something I'd always wanted to try.

"From now on, don't use your hands. Ah, I'll allow you to masturbate though."

"Eh... Eh…?"

Her pupils dilated. For a moment, Yura seemed to chew over the meaning of my command. And soon after, an even deeper excitement and sense of corruption spread across her face. Like an obedient, well-trained bitch, she nodded meekly.

"Mmm...♡ Okay…♡ Hands... are forbidden♡"

The next moment, Yura's face slowly moved closer to my crotch. Then—plunge—♡ Without the slightest hesitation, she buried her entire face into my underwear. As if she were smelling the most fragrant flower, she pressed her nose against it and took a deep breath.

"Huuuup♡ Huup— Haa...!♡ Sluuuuurp—♡"

The sour, heavy scent of a man's crotch. A smell that would normally make a woman frown. But to Choi Yura, it seemed like a reward. If someone outside heard this, they might think she was hiding in the bathroom doing drugs.

After getting her fill of the smell, Yura's face began to move in a different way. She rubbed her face along the outline of my cock over the underwear♡ pressed her lips firmly against it♡ and sucked hard—♡ Sluuurp♡ Gluck. Chuuuup—♡ Gluck gluck—♡

"Ugh..."

Even though it was light teasing, I could feel an extraordinary skill in her movements. Every breath, every motion was filled with genuine love for cock. The alcohol was slowly hitting me too—if I let my guard down, I might cum right then and there. But I steeled my resolve. I couldn't blow my load this early. I had to completely satisfy Choi Yura here.

After measuring the size, heat, and scent of my cock with her face, Yura suddenly bared her teeth carefully. Chomp—♡ She gently bit the elastic waistband of my underwear with her front teeth. As she lowered her head, the underwear slid down, and my cock, which had been pressed down by the band, slowly bowed its head as well.

And finally, when the underwear had slid completely down to my thighs—

Boing—!♡

Like a compressed spring, my cock sprang up with tremendous force.

Therefore.

Slap—!♡

"Kyaa...!?"

The glans, which had shot upward with terrifying momentum from below, slammed directly into Yura's elegant nose bridge.

"Eh? Ehhh—?"

Yura touched her nose with a face that said she had no idea what had just happened. The impact was strong enough to turn the tip of her nose red. Yet even after being suddenly smacked by a cock, she didn't have time to feel pain before her mouth fell open in a daze.

The dark red, glistening glans. Its thickness and length were almost the size of a child's forearm. Thick veins coiled grotesquely around the shaft. Throb—♡ Twitch—! Even I had to admit this wasn't just a sexual organ. It was a self-aware murder weapon, evolved to destroy a woman's holes and pump seed deep into her womb.

Wait. My cock is out and she's just staring? I'm hard as fuck right now.

Tap. Tap. I flicked my erect cock, tapping her cheek with the tip of my glans.

"What are you doing?"

"Ah!"

Only then did Yura snap out of it and look up at me in surprise.

"Eh? Ah. T-that is… I've never seen one like this in real life before... so I was a little shocked…."

Tap. Tap. Slap—!♡ This time I hit her a bit harder, using the weight of the shaft to smack her cheek.

"Shocked by what?"

Slap♡ Slap♡ Slap♡ Even as her cheeks grew ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠flushed from being slapped by my cock, Yura didn't dodge. She simply stared at it with a blank, mesmerized expression.

Yes. This is the correct posture for a proper bitch. From the very first meeting, in a bathroom no less. A stupid slut who doesn't even feel shame as she kneels to suck cock. That is exactly where you belong right now.

Suddenly, Yura's mouth opened. Her wet tongue stretched out as if to greet me, and then—

Slurp—♡

With a dreamy look on her face, Yura opened wide and took my glans into her mouth.