The Arrogant Raccoon Dog (3)
Having accepted the proposal, Yoo Ji-kyeong beamed with a bright smile before suddenly hopping off the bed. Seo Joo-hwan, who had been eager to wrap things up quickly, paused and called out to her.
"Where are you going?"
Yoo Ji-kyeong shrugged her shoulders casually.
"I told you, we're doing spit play. You think I wanna just swallow after sucking your dick so hard earlier?"
"I'll wait patiently. Wash up nice and clean, Ji-kyeong-ah."
"Pfft!"
His sudden shift in attitude made her burst out laughing. She headed into the bathroom, rinsed her mouth, and even brushed her teeth. Seo Joo-hwan let out a sigh of relief.
She's surprisingly considerate.
He'd braced himself for all sorts of wild play, but Yoo Ji-kyeong was showing an unexpected side of thoughtfulness. Soon after finishing up in the bathroom, she didn't come straight back—instead, she slipped into the room across the hall, rummaging around with a rustling sound. She must have brought something along.
Seo Joo-hwan let out an admiring whistle as she finally approached his room.
"Whoa, Ji-kyeong-ah, you..."
Clack, clack.
Each step she took echoed with the sharp click of heels. She was decked out in perfectly matched black lingerie, the garter belt and fishnet stockings—a first for him—looking incredibly sexy. She strutted toward him like a model on the runway.
Even without much height, her proportions make her carry it off nicely.
Small stature could be sexy too. As he marveled at the revelation, Yoo Ji-kyeong spoke up.
"Oppa, from now on, anything I say during sex—you can't get hurt or take it personally, okay?"
"Got it. I can separate that stuff."
He had to. The reverse could happen too, and failing to distinguish would only make things awkward for him. Relieved by his firm answer, she grinned before switching expressions entirely. Her once-innocent eyes narrowed slyly upward, her beauty mark looking sexier than ever today.
"Then, from now on, call me Master."
*
Playing along without any masochistic tendencies himself wasn't easy. Yoo Ji-kyeong was trying her best to set the mood, but Seo Joo-hwan struggled to stifle his chuckles. Take, for example, her strutting in high heels like a model, only to grumble and kick them off before climbing onto the bed.
He couldn't help but ask.
"Then why bother putting on the heels?"
"Just to set the vibe... No. How dare a slave speak without the master's permission!"
She scrunched her face, trying to stay in character. Seo Joo-hwan nodded along, playing his part.
"Sorry, Master."
But watching her bend over to remove her shoes made him crack up again.
"Pfft. Hey, Ji-kyeong-ah, your stocking's snagged somewhere. It's all laddered down to there."
He hadn't noticed in the dim light, but up close, it was obvious. The fishnet had caught on something, unraveling in a long run that left a big hole in her left thigh.
Yoo Ji-kyeong reached back in horror.
"Eek! For real? I bought these yesterday! Ah, no—I mean, call me Master!"
"Master, that hole's pretty big. Better take 'em off, no?"
"Damn it! Keep this up and I won't unlock the cuffs!"
"Huh? You're gonna unlock them?"
Seo Joo-hwan's eyes widened as he tugged at his wrists. The chains rattled.
With a pout, Yoo Ji-kyeong nodded.
"You said you'd do whatever I say, so no need to keep you tied up. Makes sex hard anyway."
"Oh, then hurry up and unlock me."
"Changed my mind. You won't even call me Master properly."
"Master, my arms and legs hurt so bad. Please unlock me..."
He put on a pitiful act, and Yoo Ji-kyeong giggled. Not from joy, but because the situation was hilarious. No matter how much she'd studied, this was her first time in the real deal—how deep could she really immerse?
She caught herself laughing unconsciously, then straightened up with a serious face.
"Fine, you piglet."
"...What?"
"You're a piglet from now on. Obey your Master. Got it? Uh, oink if you do."
Seo Joo-hwan couldn't respond right away. Not from shame, but embarrassment. Was this empathetic humiliation? When the speaker felt awkward, the listener did too. Yoo Ji-kyeong's flushed, stammering face nailed it.
Forgetting her embarrassment, she raised her voice.
"A-answer me, piglet!"
"...Oink oink."
"Good boy."
She said it was good, but her face screamed Wait, that's not right? Beginner SM play wasn't something you dove into deeply right away. Especially since Yoo Ji-kyeong, whether she knew it or not, leaned more M than S.
She was nailing it earlier. Oh, maybe 'cause I wasn't talking?
Words mattered. One slip, and immersion shattered. How could an M get into it with an S this embarrassed?
Her face beet red, Yoo Ji-kyeong climbed onto the bed, stockings laddered and holey. Hesitating on what to do first, she leaned in for a kiss.
Mwah. Smack, slurp.
A normal kiss, just deeper tongue action than usual. As their tongues tangled, saliva pooled in their mouths. Yoo Ji-kyeong let it dribble straight into Seo Joo-hwan's.
He took it without resistance. He flinched a bit, but kisses always swapped spit anyway.
"How's Master's saliva taste?"
"Uh... delicious."
"Oink when you answer."
"...Oink oink."
As things progressed, Seo Joo-hwan wondered if this was right.
Is this the spit play she mentioned? This how it works?
Spit play involved spitting or feeding saliva to humiliate and lower self-esteem. He didn't know the exact definition, but something felt off. He was sure now.
This is so awkward!
He'd been tense up to the blindfold and cuffs. But one word, and it all deflated. He was the one getting bored. Still, from Yoo Ji-kyeong's view, his obedience made her smile in satisfaction. She patted his cheek like a good pet.
"Do the next one right, and I'll unlock the cuffs. Got it?"
She knelt by his head, spreading her legs wide. Face sitting—straddling and smothering his face. Her ass covered him. He felt a bit breathless but didn't resist.
I can handle this.
First time doing proper SM, she was cautious. Normally, he'd thrash for air, but she left just enough gap. He had breathing room.
Her voice trembled.
"Lick it. With your filthy tongue... Hya?!"
Slurrrp~!
"Hic, ahn, hng!"
Her hips twisted from the stimulation. The gap closed, but Seo Joo-hwan pushed his face deeper, tongue working. He nudged her panties aside with his nose and lapped at her slit.
Sucking pussy? No big deal.
Some guys hated going down, but not him. He made them suck dick—why not return the favor? Luckily, no ammonia tang; a faint blueberry scent meant she'd showered.
"Hic, why are you so... good at—hnng!"
Sexual Point lit up her weak spots. Too bad he was buried to explain.
She's lost weight, but this ass stayed the same.
Innate assets? Her plump cheeks felt great smothering him. Squish! He stretched his tongue deep, slurping through her valley.
"Hnnngh!"
Her hips—no, ass—shuddered. He felt the vibrations. She lingered in afterglow until he might suffocate, then lifted off. He gasped.
"Puha!"
"W-was it too much?"
"Nah, it was fine."
"Hmm. Reward time—cuffs off. Be good."
"Oink!"
Seo Joo-hwan oinked quick. She stifled a laugh unlocking his ankles first, then wrists. As she struggled with the stubborn cuffs, her breasts dangled like neighborhood hills right in his face.
After Jeong Ha-yeon's, Yoo Ji-kyeong's seemed smaller comparatively. Among his lovers, only Choi Mi-hwa had smaller ones.
Tits are always a win, big or small.
Yoo Ji-kyeong's were nearly full B-cups—not small. The others were just stacked. Staring at the jiggle, he impulsively stuck out his tongue, sucking a nipple as she freed him.
"There...! Hng?!"
Smack. Suck.
"Ah, ahn, stop... hya. S-sucking Master's tits without permission?"
The nipple stood stiff and wet—hilarious.
"Oink oink oink."
Did it sound mocking? She glared daggers.
"You piglet! Fat slob who never works out, no abs! While I dropped 9 kilos, you just got flabbier!"
"...Oink."
"You slob! No gym? Then do five, ten rounds a day! Horny piglet!"
"Hey, that's not—"
"Pigs don't talk!"
Her lines flowed naturally now. Damn, this was unfair. That was pure affection, not degradation. He wanted to protest, but pigs only oinked.
"Oiiink..."
His sulky response boosted her confidence; she smirked.
"Daring to talk back to Master? Time for punishment."
"Oink?"
Standing on the bed, she lifted a foot.
Oh!
Fishnet-wrapped foot looked erotic. Foot fetish maybe?
"Gonna trample you hard."
Looking up, the view was stunning: laddered fishnets to garter belt, axe-wound peeking through panties, soaked from his earlier licking. Drool strings too.
This punishment or reward?
His dick twitched back to life. Cuffs off—pin her now? Then she spoke.
"Horny pig. Know how far your filthy cock reaches down my throat?"
"How far?"
"Ah, oppa! I said no talking!"
"Oink oink..."
Curiosity got him scolded. Frowning, she raised her foot higher, axe-wound clearer.
"This far!"
Trampling: stomping face or neck to restrict freedom and breath.
"Thud!"
She slammed down—or tried. It was her mouth; foot landed soft. But her big toe perfectly blocked his windpipe.
"Gack! Hey, guh, toe—!"
"Eek? Oppa, sorry!"
No intent; she yanked back, checking his face. Coughing subsided quick. But the fragile mood shattered.
Silent a beat, she ventured carefully.
"Piglet..."
"Enough."
"...Yeah."
The fallen Master sulked back.
*
The night was long. And Seo Joo-hwan's stamina longer. Meaning he'd only cum once and wasn't satisfied.
Seo Joo-hwan said,
"You arrogant raccoon bitch."
No—those were the words of a Master wielding whip and candle.