18. Investing Three Points
“Uh, Hoon. Are you with Hyejeong right now?”
The voice came through the speakerphone.
An Hyejeong glared at me and clapped a hand over her mouth.
“No? Why?”
“Haa... no, it’s just that Hyejeong walked out.”
“Seriously? You’ve only been married how long, and you’re already fighting like that?”
A teasing smile touched my face.
At the same time, my cock, rubbing between the slit of her pussy and her clit, was moving faster and faster.
“Haa... this is driving me crazy. She’s ignored every call all day. I don’t think she even went to her parents’ place.”
“She’s not answering? Keep trying.”
“I’ve been calling since morning. All day. Hoo... I’m losing my mind.”
“So what’d you two fight about?”
At the look An Hyejeong shot me, silently telling me to hang up already—
Sluuurp—
—my cock suddenly drove in, and she hurriedly clamped a hand over her mouth and swallowed the moan that nearly escaped.
“No, it’s because of smoking.”
“Hey. Smoke a little less, will you? What are you going to do when you’ve got kids later?”
“Exactly. I’m losing it. It’s not easy to quit.”
Skreee— skreee—
I ignored it and slowly fucked An Hyejeong’s pussy while continuing my call with her husband, Yoon-jun.
Every time I did, she had to clamp a hand over her mouth and do everything she could to hold back the moans threatening to spill out.
“So it was because of cigarettes?”
“Yeah. I’m seriously going to make that damn habit quit this time, one way or another. Haa....”
What was this feeling supposed to be called? It was a different kind of pleasure from the one I got from fucking Seol Yeomyeong, who had a boyfriend. Different in quality, too. It started at my toes and spread through my whole body.
Right. This was guilt. Pure, ridiculous, impossible levels of guilt.
“But what are you doing? Why are you breathing so hard?”
“Ah. My lease’s almost up, so I found a new place. I’m packing to move.”
“What? You’re moving? Where to?”
“Close to here. I should have you over next time. When that happens, make up with Hyejeong and come with a housewarming gift, you idiot!”
Skreee—
The longer the call went on, the tighter An Hyejeong’s pussy clamped around me, growing slick and taut.
“Sigh, all right. I’ll call again later. Pack well! See you!”
Beep— beep—
The call cut off.
“Haaah—!”
An Hyejeong finally let out the moan she’d been holding back.
“Seriously... seriously, haa—”
Even as she spoke, her waist kept jolting up and down without stopping.
“You’re awful.”
“Why? I was on the phone, wasn’t I? Hyejeong’s pussy was squeezing me like crazy.”
“Hnnn. You’re terrible.”
An Hyejeong turned her head away, but she still couldn’t stop moaning.
“Pervert. You’re a pervert...”
“I’m not the one shaking this waist right now.”
“Hiiin....”
She pouted and still took my cock in eagerly.
The way her pussy gripped and bounced back wasn’t normal. Each time my cock shoved through the inside of her, it felt like the flesh of her slit clung to me and got dragged along.
An Hyejeong’s moans grew rougher, thicker, wetter. Her eyes glazed with pleasure, and she tilted her head back as far as it would go.
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“Haaah—”
An Hyejeong was so wrapped in pleasure that normal thought had become impossible.
The Song Hoon I knew... isn’t the Song Hoon I know anymore.
And yet it feels too good.
By the time she came to her senses, my cock was already buried deep in her throat, and her waist was moving on its own, taking me in even deeper.
My cock tasted too good. It was the kind of insane cock she’d never once felt after dating Yoon-jun, much less marrying him.
Every time my cock moved, she could feel the flesh inside her pussy shifting with it.
“Aahhh— there!”
The way I raked my fingers over her clit while pounding her nearly drove her mad.
Thick pleasure flooded her brain, and all she could see whenever she thrashed was my cock coming in and out of her pussy.
My panting breath.
“Better than Jun, right?”
“What are you even saying?”
When she didn’t answer that perverted line, my hips came to a stop.
Suddenly, her lower belly felt empty. The cock that had been filling her up had stopped, and that only made her crazier. She wanted it to keep hammering her.
“Keep fucking me.”
“Say it.”
“I like it...”
“Like what?”
“Hoon. Your cock, Hoon! Better than Jun’s!”
Skreee—
My cock shoved deep into her cunt.
“Good. It’s good. Your cock, Hoon— it’s better than Jun’s cock. It’s delicious.”
My face filled with pleasure, and with something I couldn’t quite name.
“More. Please, more. Please shove more into my pussy.”
It was delicious. An utterly delicious cock. A taste she had never felt once before.
“Kyaahh—! W-what is this!”
It had clearly been nudging at the entrance to her womb a moment ago, but suddenly it felt bigger, as if it had swollen.
It stabbed at her cervix like it meant to smash the door down.
“This... haaangh— you weren’t... not all of it was in until now.”
She was losing it. Truly losing it. This was the first cock she’d ever felt pounding at her womb like it wanted to break through.
“Save me, save me.”
She wrapped both arms around my neck.
“You like it, Hyejeong?”
“Ahnn. Yes. I like it. Hyejeong likes it.”
It only grew rougher. Her whole body fizzed with pleasure, twisting with it.
“Haaahaaah— nnngh— kkeugh—”
All the filthy moans she had never once let out with her husband spilled free without restraint.
“So hard... so deep... haaah—”
It felt like my brain was melting.
My thrusts quickened and quickened.
“I’m cumming.”
“Not inside. N-no, not inside. On my chest. Please cum on Hyejeong’s chest.”
An Hyejeong pressed her large breasts together and stuck out her tongue.
I shook my cock over her chest, and—
“Haaahn—”
—the semen bursting from the tip of my glans sprayed across her chest and face.
“So thick... and so much.”
At the warmth on her chest and face, and at the thought that this violent, earthshaking sex was finally over, An Hyejeong went limp all over.
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“Hoo... hoo....”
After pulling out, I steadied my breathing.
Three points were definitely worth it.
After investing three points, the length had gone from 19.5 to a clean 20.
Even after shooting a load, it still stood there proud and massive.
“Hnn... you. Why is it so thick?”
An Hyejeong used a finger to smear the semen across her face, then brought it to her tongue.
“Damn it.”
At that sight, my half-soft cock jerked back to life and leaped toward the heavens.
“Are you really the An Hyejeong I know?”
“And are you really the Song Hoon I know? Hiiiik—”
Then An Hyejeong, who had barely managed to half-sit up while wobbling, caught sight of my still-stiff cock and convulsed like she’d been struck.
“Why are you still... that hard?”
I grabbed her waist, flipped her over, and—
Thump—!
“Haaahng—! You!”
“Haa. You’re still tight.”
—pushed my cock back in deep.
“No, wait! Hoon— aahh—!”
Skreee— skreee—
I had literally just finished, and yet it was like I was fucking her for the first time all over again.
“Seriously, what kind of stamina is this? Hiiin—”
Slap— slap—
Not skreee— but slap, slap. The pussy juice that had already leaked slick and wet between her slit and my glistening cock collided with each thrust, ringing out with the sound of water splashing.
An Hyejeong twisted and thrashed as if she wanted to resist, but every time she did, she only got punished with my cock driving deeper and harder inside her.
“Haaaah—”
Now she was crying out in broken gasps.
It was the same sex, and yet—
No, she was older than Seol Yeomyeong, and not nearly as slutty as Lee Dahyeon.
But the pleasure this sense of depravity gave me was starting to devour even my brain.
An Hyejeong’s expression and movements, the parts of her I’d never once seen in the nearly ten years I’d known her—
Her body, slick with sweat and cum, was unbelievably sexy.
“Huhh— huhh—”
Every time my rough breathing touched her skin, she shivered.
Even in a doggy-style position, her body fluttered like a broken doll each time I rammed into her.
“Hahng! Hahng! Hahng!”
Every time my cock hit her womb, a rhythmic moan burst out of her.
I grabbed her hair and pulled her face up, but her eyes were still half-lidded, her tongue hanging out of her mouth and dripping saliva onto the sheets.
“Uuuhng—”
Because I wanted to savor that expression so badly—
I lifted her onto the bed and took her again in missionary.
As soon as the pounding stopped, she instinctively started whining, reaching out in a daze as if searching for me.
“Honey.”
“Ahk—”
“Haaahk—”
That insane word made the cock buried inside An Hyejeong’s pussy twitch violently.
Skreee—
“My husband’s cock... my husband’s cock....”
As though completely consumed by pleasure, An Hyejeong didn’t even know what words she was saying anymore.
“Haaah... I like Hoon’s husband cock so much...”
She clutched at me as if scratching with her arms and squeezed every muscle in her body tight.
“Honey. Hoon’s honey. Haaahng. Give me your cock.”
Each time my cock struck her womb, she flailed her waist and neck like a live fish, expressing pleasure with her whole body.
As if Yoon-jun was already nothing to her.
She began devouring my entire body, leaving traces of herself all over me.
Sluuup— smooch—
The nape of my neck was already covered in hickeys from her, and my back and wrists were full of her nail marks.
Even then, she kept reaching for me, flailing, and when I held out my hand—
An Hyejeong didn’t take my hand.
She wrapped her arms around my neck instead, pulled me down toward her, stuck out her tongue, and met my mouth halfway.
Smooch—
With a fierceness more intense than ever before.
Slurp—
With an expression so indecently sexy it made me lose my mind.
And every time our lips tried to part, she leaned in again to crash them together.
Chuup—
Her tongue swept through every corner of my mouth, tasting mine.
We traded saliva.
Again and again. Without stopping. Without ever stopping.