The Cafe Owner (3)
Chae Jiyeong slumped over the toilet seat in the bathroom, panting heavily. Seonwoo took a moment to savor her utterly broken form before casually turning on the shower as if nothing had happened.
Hot streams of water cascaded down his body, washing it clean. A short while later, Jiyeong came to her senses and hesitantly stood, carefully scrubbing herself beside him.
He could feel her stolen glances, but Seonwoo pretended not to notice. Every time his massive cock entered her view, her shoulders twitched visibly.
After finishing their shower, they sat side by side on the bed, an awkward silence settling between them. It was hard to believe these were the same two people who had been entangled like wild beasts just moments ago. Seonwoo broke the quiet first.
"What's your name?"
"...Chae Jiyeong."
"How old are you?"
"Thirty-one."
She answered with a hint of relaxation creeping into her voice. Seonwoo met her eyes and tossed a few more questions her way.
"That cafe—you run it yourself? Or are you just working there?"
"It's... my shop. The building's mine too."
"Wow, impressive. How tall are you? You look so petite."
"162 cm..."
"So, what cup size are your breasts?"
"E-cup."
She faltered slightly at the personal question but answered obediently. As Seonwoo kept up the small talk, he simultaneously activated his 10-Min Blackbox to gather intel on her.
10-Min Blackbox
What's Chae Jiyeong's most sensitive erogenous zone?
What's Chae Jiyeong's ultimate sex fantasy?
In the footage, he caressed her in various ways, reading her reactions to find the answers. Surprisingly, her most sensitive spots were her nipples and underarms.
Her fantasy wasn't rough domination—it was tender sex where she was praised, adored, and made to feel truly loved. But she reacted even more intensely to verbal humiliation.
In one clip, as he whispered, "Jiyeong, you're so beautiful," and kissed her, she shyly smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck.
Switching it up: "Hah... Jiyeong tastes so fucking good... Your pussy won't let go of my cock." Her walls clenched even tighter.
Hmm... She looks so mature on the outside, but deep down, she's just a little girl craving love. And she loves dirty talk more than rough actions.
Seonwoo grew intrigued. He'd initially planned to break her completely like Lee Seoyeoun and turn her into a slave. But learning this unexpected side made him want to pivot.
Not a mere slave, but a relationship where she couldn't forget their sex and came crawling back on her own. That sounded more thrilling.
Shifting gears, Seonwoo erased his prior aggression. He flashed a gentle smile and spoke softly.
"Jiyeong."
Her shoulders twitched at the sudden use of her name.
"Yes..."
"Sorry about earlier. You were so gorgeous, I lost control."
He wove in praises that hit her fantasies mid-conversation.
"That bob cut suits you perfectly. It's intellectual but so sexy."
"Your figure... Honestly, I can't think straight. Couldn't take my eyes off you even in that shirt."
Jiyeong's cheeks flushed deeper with each bold compliment. She looked embarrassed, but a pleased smile tugged at her lips.
Seonwoo leaned in for a deep kiss.
"Honestly, I don't want this to be just once."
This time, Jiyeong smirked and shot back.
"We'll see after you perform."
"Hah... You'll be the one begging for more."
Seonwoo grinned confidently and laid her back on the bed.
The second round was worlds apart from the first. Instead of brutality, he caressed her tenderly—showering her with soft kisses, gently teasing her clit with his fingers.
"Hng... Ahh..."
Jiyeong let out soft moans in response. Seonwoo targeted her confirmed weak spots from the Blackbox. With one hand, he circled her nipples teasingly, then pinched hard without warning.
"Eek!"
His other hand trailed his tongue from her breast, up the curve of her side to her underarm.
"Th-there, that's dirty...!"
She squirmed in mild protest, but Seonwoo licked her underarm without hesitation.
"Hng...! Ah, nooo... Feels weird..."
Though she fussed at the unfamiliar sensation, the pleasure silenced her quickly.
"Jiyeong, I want to try something."
Seonwoo straddled her chest, sliding his cock between her ample E-cups. Even buried in those full breasts, the 18cm head poked out ahead. Jiyeong stared in a daze before instinctively extending her tongue to lick it.
"Hmp... Slurp..."
As she sucked and licked his tip, Seonwoo gripped her tits—not shaking them wildly, but pinching her sensitive nipples while thrusting between them.
"Ugh... Gonna cum...!"
The urge hit, and he unleashed a massive load across her face.
"Kyaa!"
Jiyeong let out a cute squeal. She glanced at him, then smiled adorably, sucking every last drop from his tip.
Despite cumming once, Seonwoo's cock stayed rock-hard. Jiyeong's pussy had soaked the sheets with her juices.
"You felt it earlier, but this'll be tough."
She tensed slightly but nodded. Seonwoo positioned his tip at her entrance.
In missionary, he eased in slowly. Jiyeong winced at the huge intrusion but soon took him to the hilt.
He started gentle, but once buried inside, his restraint snapped. He ravaged her like a beast again with savage thrusts.
"Haak! Uh, ngh! Ah! Aang! Hoot... Hngaaah!"
Jiyeong moaned mindlessly, her body overwhelmed by the 18cm monster her dead husband's tiny dick could never match. Her arousal peaked; rational words vanished, replaced by primal cries filling the room.
Seonwoo breathed hot against her ear.
"Hah... Jiyeong, you taste so good... Your pussy's gripping my cock so tight, won't let go."
He shifted, hoisting her legs over his shoulders for deeper penetration.
"Urgh...! Ah! Ah! Right there! Too, too deep! Ungh!"
"Jiyeong, your moans are so cute. I want more. Let it out. Ah... I could devour you like this forever."
Filthy words and relentless pistoning shattered her mind. Instinctively, her legs locked around his waist. Seonwoo felt climax building but couldn't pull out, trapped.
Her iron grip held firm. He erupted deep inside her for the second time.
"Hah... Hah..."
As Jiyeong basked in the afterglow, Seonwoo asked,
"Was it okay to cum inside?"
Instead of answering, she brushed back her sweat-matted hair and gazed up with a seductive smile.
That provocative look reignited him. He flipped her over onto her stomach.
"Hng...!"
From behind, he pounded mercilessly, gripping her slim waist and slamming until her ass flattened against him.
Squelch! Squelch!
Slaps of flesh echoed through the room.
"Ngh! Ah! Ah! Uhg! Too, too rough! Urgh!"
"Jiyeong's ass is insane. Begging to be fucked like this. Your pussy's flooding like a river."
He pulled her upper body up, forcing her to meet his eyes in the mirror.
There, she saw her pleasure-ravaged face—and his satisfied grin watching her. Shame and arousal surged.
"See? Look at that slutty expression. Total bitch in heat."
"Haaang...! Ah, aang!"
Seonwoo turned her head for hungry kisses, pinched her nipples, licked her underarm, driving her mad. Finally, he flooded her once more with hot cum.
After the beastly fuck, Jiyeong collapsed limp on the bed, trembling faintly from the ecstasy. She burrowed under the covers.
That sex... was incredible. Nothing like with my husband. Never knew my body could feel this good... I want more, but it'd be embarrassing to contact him first when he has dirt on me.
Even inexperienced with women, Seonwoo read her cute inner turmoil from her expression. He whispered in her ear,
"Next time I call, dress even prettier than today."
It was a threat-laced, irresistible date invite. Blushing under the blanket, Jiyeong nodded shyly like a schoolgirl.
Seeing that innocence, Seonwoo vowed to cherish her like Yoo Sori—not just as a fuck buddy, but something more.
Of course, his version of "cherish" meant treating her preciously as his possession.