The Cocky Raccoon (2)
It was the dead of night, deep into his writing session, when Seo Joo-hwan had finally drifted off to sleep. Click! The metallic snap jolted him awake.
"Who's... Ji-kyeong?"
The only person who'd show up at this hour was Yoo Ji-kyeong. He called out to her, but no answer came. Instead, he felt a subtle wriggling on the bed beside him.
He tried to sit up to see what it was. Clank. Clink!
"Ugh? What the...?"
Every time he tugged at his limbs, a metallic rattle echoed. Something was binding his wrists and ankles.
I can't see a damn thing.
He'd first thought it was just the darkness, but even focusing didn't help—his vision was completely blocked, like something was covering his eyes.
Then Yoo Ji-kyeong's KakaoTalk message flashed in his mind.
'Gonna sneak up on you while you're asleep lol'
'Blindfold and go all night ♡'
She must've put that blindfold on him just like she'd said. Seo Joo-hwan screamed internally.
Handcuffs weren't part of the deal!
From the way his limbs were stretched out, he figured he was tied spread-eagle to the bedposts with handcuffs.
Seo Joo-hwan relaxed his body and called out to Yoo Ji-kyeong on the bed.
"Hey, Ji-kyeong. Tying up my arms and legs? Come on... Ugh?!"
Mid-sentence, a cold, wet sensation hit his lower half. Somehow, his pants were gone, leaving his bottom half completely exposed.
Slick... Slick...
Cold hands glided over his stomach and thighs, slick with gel. They soon gripped his cock.
Schlick, schlick, schlick.
The slippery sensation made him hard in seconds. A couple strokes, and he was rock-solid.
Damn. Even in this situation?
Maybe because he was sure it was Yoo Ji-kyeong up there. The chill of her hands brought more pleasure than fear.
"Ji-kyeong, at least take off the blindfold. Or the handcuffs. Are those actually handcuffs?"
"Waaang~ Mmmph. Slurp."
"Ack! Hey, let me go... Urk."
She'd definitely taken his cock in her mouth. A warm, wet sensation—different from the gel—engulfed him. He protested anyway, but her lewd slurping drowned him out. Or was she just ignoring him?
"......"
Seo Joo-hwan shut his mouth. No point talking—it wouldn't get through. From experience, when someone was deep in their fetish, they tended to push boundaries.
Like the time Jeong So-ra, hammered and playing possum, had seduced him after hitting her Fat Admirer and Olfactophilia kinks. Or Im Su-hee, who hadn't dated in years but suddenly came onto him because of her Musclephilia and Sthenolagnia fetishes.
If it weren't for Helchang's Blessing pumping his muscles unnaturally, she never would've gone for it.
Based on that, Seo Joo-hwan shifted his thinking.
Might as well knock out an S-fetish while I'm at it.
This setup should qualify. If not, he'd scrap collecting it.
Told her to do whatever, but blindfold and tie me up? Bold move.
A dry chuckle escaped him. Once you awaken to your kinks, the world narrows. Blind play wasn't enough—she'd stacked Stocks on top.
Still manageable, though.
It wasn't painful, and part of it was pre-agreed. But caution was key. What if next time she went further? Whips, maybe.
After tonight, we switch. Play along now, then use it as leverage...
He'd finally have an excuse to use that item he'd stashed away, scared it'd cause misunderstandings if he pulled out whips, cuffs, or candles out of nowhere. But seeing her like this, no need to hold back.
Looking forward to it. Ha-yeon chewed me out for trying cuffs on her.
She'd hated bondage so much she'd cursed him even in five layers of it.
As he plotted, her voice cut in.
"Oppa, what're you thinking about?"
"...Huh?"
"Focus on me."
No sooner said than a long squelch sounded, followed by cold liquid near his asshole.
"Urk?!"
"Heehee."
A freezing finger teased his hole, slick with gel.
Lick.
Then something soft—her tongue—brushed his taint. A tingling pleasure shot up from his ass.
It didn't stop. Slim fingers tapped his hole like they were about to dive in.
Seo Joo-hwan freaked. "Hey, hey! I said no to that!"
"Slurp. You're the one zoning out on me. Thinking about someone else?"
He flinched. Shit, how'd she know?
He wanted to deny it, but couldn't tell the truth, so he bluffed.
"What do you take me for? Why would I think of another girl while with you?"
Shameless, but his conscience poked anyway. World, I'm trash! Sex maniac right here!
He confessed internally but kept up the act. "Ji-kyeong, no fingers there. I really hate it."
"You came buckets last time. Felt good, right?"
"Yeah, it felt great, but..."
It had—prostate massage while she sucked him off had made him cum like a faucet.
But some things a man just couldn't accept, pleasure or not. He got serious. "Ji-kyeong, fingers in there and I'm actually mad."
"...I've been practicing hard."
"S-Still no!"
"Tch. Fine. No touching what you hate."
Seo Joo-hwan sighed in relief. As good as prostate play felt for some, it wasn't for him.
Then—Schlurp~! Lick lick.
"Urghack!"
She rimmed him! Tongue circling instead of fingers, cold and wet, igniting tingles instantly. Taint stim alone packed plenty of pleasure without penetration.
"Arrr~ Ptoo!"
Her tongue pulled away; she rinsed her mouth—cup nearby, spit heard.
Sluuurp~ Slurp!
Back to fellatio. His cock, throbbing from prolonged teasing, couldn't hold. He came.
Gush! Gush! Spuuurt—!
"Mmmph mmmph. Blech~. Too much."
"Hoo. Haa."
Seo Joo-hwan panted. Just lying there receiving, yet exhaustion hit. Bound limbs and blindfold stole sight and freedom—draining.
As he deep-breathed, she climbed atop, hugging him. Soft curves pressed bare against him.
She giggled her signature laugh. "Oppa, take off the blindfold now?"
"...Yeah. And the cuffs while you're at it?"
"Eek. No way. You said do whatever I want today."
Not tie me up, you maniac!
As he grumbled internally, she continued. "But I'll give you that reward we agreed on. Wait a sec."
"Huh? Hey, Ji-kyeong! Blindfold first!"
She hopped off without removing it. Had he said something wrong? But she returned quick.
Rustle rustle. Plastic bag, then squelching smears.
"Done. Now I'll take it off."
Whatever "done" meant. Blindfold off, Seo Joo-hwan gaped at the sight.
"Oh..."
Yoo Ji-kyeong straddled him nude, colorful cream—ice cream—smeared on her breasts.
This might actually be hot.
Porn fantasy made real felt surreal. Her face flushed as she said, "Ahaha. Kinda embarrassing. This is your reward, oppa. Eat up."
Blushing shyly, but her eyes gleamed with anticipation. Seo Joo-hwan got it—this was play too. Mission, reward, punishment, now Food play. That's why no blindfold removal.
Still, he probed. "Ji-kyeong, cuffs off and I could eat more comfortably?"
"No. Lick it off like a dog."
"...What?"
"Ah, no—I mean, I'd love if you licked it off. You know I work at the ice cream shop? Picked the yummiest!"
Flustered cover-up, but he'd heard clear. Like a dog. Her sadistic side peeking.
Endure now. Payback later...!
Bound, no winning now. Ripping free risked wrist injury—bad for writing. He shelved it.
"Ji-kyeong, come closer?"
"Sure. Now suck."
His eyebrow twitched. Getting bossy.
Irritation bubbled. Talk-wise, same as her usual teasing. But losing bedroom control? Everything grated.
Seo Joo-hwan smirked. Maso doesn't suit me.
S-side, maybe. Pretty girls crying? Yeah. He itched to turn her smug face tear-streaked as she thrust her chest forward.
Future plans set, he licked her breast.
Lick. Suck~ Slurp slurp.
"Mm. Ah, heut."
"Schlurp. Lap."
"Hnn. Good boy, oppa. Tasty?"
"Suck. Sarlup."
"Aang. Answer me, oppa. Picked a special flavor just for you."
He considered stonewalling but shook his head. Commit fully, secure leverage.
Play along sincerely—no later excuses.
"...Delicious. Even better 'cause you picked it."
"Heung. Right?"
Yoo Ji-kyeong beamed prettily. Maybe from his compliance, she hesitated, then asked sweetly—different from bossy mode.
"Oppa."
"Yeah?"
"You said do whatever today, right?"
"Doing it, aren't I?"
"A little more stuff?"
Her shy, pretty smile—calculated. Her C/A Pretend Pure talent. But relief too—she was asking permission, not fully unhinged.
Recalling his vow, he asked, "...Like what?"
"Umm... Trampling, spit, dirty talk, facesitting?"
"......"
Speechless. Half the terms were gibberish, and her pro jargon spooked him.
"In English?"
"Oh. Trampling's stepping on you—lightly! Super gentle. Spit like our kisses, just saliva. Dirty talk, you know? Facesitting's... like when I suck you, but you do me. I sit on your face."
"Ah, that? Sure..."
He nodded. Scary terms, but tame. Minus tram-whatever and dirty talk, stuff they did anyway.
But no free pass. He nailed it down. "All that, but..."
"But?"
"After, you do whatever I want. I've indulged a lot, right?"
"Ah, yeah. Got it. What're you gonna do?"
"Nothing big. Similar to yours."
Just with items. Yoo Ji-kyeong grinned, misreading. "Heehee. Too shy to say? Fine! I'll do whatever you want!"
She nodded confidently.