Feels Like It’s Clamping Down Several Times Harder Here
**Chapter 23: This is way more nerve-wracking.
"S-Sorry..."
"You must have been curious."
Song Hun smirked as if he'd expected this all along, but he didn't stop the video.
"I'm sorry. I know I shouldn't be doing this."
"It's fine. I understand. Who could resist this cock? Instead, would you mind cleaning up for me?"
Song Hun's casual request to "clean up"—the very phrase she'd used just moments ago when asking the Director if this was a place for simulated sex acts.
Normally, she would have refused without a second thought. But now, she found it impossible.
No, she *couldn't* refuse. She *must not* refuse.
Her hands, which had momentarily loosened their grip, tightened around his cock again, stroking it up and down.
It was incredible. The hard, rigid feel, the searing heat penetrating her gloves, the shaft glistening with pre-cum.
"It's hotter and harder than I imagined."
Song Hun didn't answer, just smirked.
"Where would you like me to clean up?"
*Where?* For a moment, Jung Han-ah couldn't think of a response. Then, an idea struck her, and she slowly rose from her chair, her grip on his cock never faltering.
"Is there a particular place you'd prefer, sir?"
Song Hun reached out with his free hand and squeezed her ass.
"Ahng... Anywhere you desire, sir."
"If I had to choose, I'd like it here. In your pussy. Start with your mouth, finish in your pussy."
"The full course it is, sir."
With that, she took his cock into her mouth.
"Haa... So delicious..."
She licked away every last drop of glistening pre-cum.
"There's no hair left on the shaft."
Of course, there wouldn't be hair on the shaft, but Jung Han-ah licked it meticulously, as if inspecting it, taking it into her mouth and rolling her tongue around it.
"You really are a professional."
Song Hun instinctively grabbed Jung Han-ah's hair.
"Yes, sir. I have to be a professional to satisfy my clients."
Even with her hair pulled, she smiled as if enjoying it.
"Such a bitch. For a waxer."
"Thank you for the compliment."
Jung Han-ah continued to stroke, suck, and lick his cock as she slipped off her own pants.
"Sir, this waxing session might take a little longer than expected. What should we do?"
"Hmm... Overtime? Is overtime even possible here?"
"How about we finish the first round of waxing here, and then move to my apartment for the rest of the 'extra work'?"
They were perfectly in sync.
When he reached down and touched the waxer's crotch, he found her soaked. So wet she wouldn't need any foreplay.
"Sounds good. Then, could you hurry up and finish? I'm eager to move on to the 'second round.'"
"Yeees... Sir..."
Panting with hot breaths, Jung Han-ah climbed onto the bed and mounted Song Hun.
"Hnngh... So... big... So big..."
As his cock pushed through the slit of her pussy and slowly entered her, an unprecedented sense of fulfillment washed over her entire body.
"You're quite loose. Or did you get stretched out from taking only Black cocks until now?"
"I'm sorry, Si—*hngh*..."
His cock sank into her to the root, but her pussy lacked the tight, chewy texture he'd savored with Seol Yeo-myeong, Lee Da-hyun, or Ahn Hye-jung.
Instead...
It was only slightly better than the F-rank or E-rank women he'd been forced to take.
He'd thought he'd hit the jackpot, hoping for a delicious pussy, but now he decided to just focus on earning the points and began to thrust his hips.
"Haaah—Amazing..."
"Your moans are as slutty as your loose pussy. How do you expect to satisfy a client like this?"
At his shameful words, Jung Han-ah's arousal surged. Her pussy flooded as if a dam had burst, her juices gushing out uncontrollably.
"So... delicious... So good... The best..."
Each time he slammed down to the root, the sensation of his cock striking her cervix was utterly mind-blowing—so intense she couldn't find the words to describe it.
It was a feeling she'd experienced only a few times in her countless sexual encounters. She never expected to feel it here—the same sensation she'd had with a massive Westerner.
But what made this even better was his rigidity.
The insane hardness with which he pounded her pussy made that past experience pale in comparison.
"Haaah... So delicious... So delicious..."
She was bitterly disappointed that their time was almost up. It was a shame they couldn't fuck here all night long.
The shop had to close, and if she left too late, the Director would check on her. If she got caught, she might have to quit.
"Ahhh... So good... Hnnngh..."
Jung Han-ah tried her best to stifle her moans while frantically grinding her hips. The thrill of having sex at work, the excitement of almost getting caught by the Director, and the fact that she was devouring this insanely delicious cock—all combined to send orgasm crashing through her body several times faster than usual.
"Gasp... Gasp..."
She clamped a hand over her mouth, trying to stifle the insane moans bursting from her. She bucked her hips, and whenever Song Hun snapped his own, it felt like her mind was being flung right out of her body.
"Haaah..."
Only after finally reaching orgasm did Jung Han-ah collapse against Song Hun's chest, panting heavily for a long moment before sliding off the bed.
"This 'first-round service' is highly unsatisfactory," Song Hun said with a smirk, despite the situation. "I haven't even come yet. How are we supposed to move on to the second round like this?"
He resigned himself to the fact that he'd have to get her to finish him off with her mouth or hand. After all, getting off inside a pussy this loose was never going to be easy.
"I'm sorry, sir. I'll provide the finishing service now."
Jung Han-ah took his cock—glistening with her pussy juice and arousal fluid—into her mouth.
*Gag—gag—*
Choking, she still managed to swallow the long shaft all the way to the back of her throat. Her throat bulged around the massive cock as she clenched her muscles, tightening around it.
"So this isn't a pussy restaurant, but a deep-throat diner, huh?"
"Yessh—"
Tears streamed down her face as Jung Han-ah forced his cock deeper into her own throat, her voice a garbled mess as she continued to squeeze him with her throat muscles.
*Gag—choke—*
But Song Hun, apparently unwilling to just watch, grabbed a fistful of her hair. He began fucking her throat with a speed and roughness several times more intense than what she'd been doing to herself.
Despite the agony that made her hands flail, Jung Han-ah refused to spit out Song Hun's cock.
"Damn. This is way tighter than your pussy."
He'd never experienced a deep-throat like this before. To think she could use her throat to squeeze him so tightly, even while gagging. Had she developed other skills because her pussy was so loose?
*Spurt—*
Whether from the frantic fucking or something else, his climax came quickly. He unloaded his cum deep into her throat.
"Slurp... The second round will be different, sir. I promise." Jung Han-ah wiped the drool from her lips while simultaneously cleaning Song Hun's glistening cock with her mouth.
"I certainly hope so."
[Jung Han-ah (D) 1/3]
[First Experience Bonus Applied.]
[You have acquired a total of 25 (MAX) points from Jung Han-ah (D).]
*I have no idea what makes a D-Rank different, though.*
All Song Hun could think about was getting off two more times as quickly as possible.
"Well, you can come out after your shower. Parking... where did you park?"
"Underground Level 2."
"I'll be waiting there, sir."
***
After the standard waxing procedure was complete, Song Hun went to shower. While he was gone, Jung Han-ah cleaned the waxing room and quickly changed in the dressing room.
"Director! I'm done! The client's in the shower!"
"Oh? Great work! All that's left is payment, right?"
The Director emerged from her office, her face flushed and her posture awkward, as if she'd been up to something.
"Yep! I have an appointment, so I'm heading out early!"
"You worked hard! Have a good evening, and see you tomorrow~"
The Director caught her breath, sat at the counter, and waited for the client to emerge.
About ten minutes after Jung Han-ah left, Song Hun came out.
"Were you satisfied with the service, sir?" the Director asked.
Song Hun nodded. "Yes, it was good."
"And did you hear the aftercare instructions?"
"Aftercare instructions? Ah, yes."
Song Hun smirked and nodded. *He hadn't heard them, but he figured he could get them during the 'second session.'*
"I'll handle your payment now."
*The waxing itself was fine, of course. It was the* other thing *that fell a little short of his expectations.*
"Did you park here?"
"Yes. In spot 189..."
Song Hun stepped into the elevator and pressed the button for the B2 level.
"You're here, sir."
The moment the doors opened on the B2 level, Jung Han-ah, who had been pacing anxiously, rushed toward him with a bright, flushed smile.
"Working overtime? Isn't that against the rules?"
"It's voluntary overtime. And I won't be billing the salon for it."
Jung Han-ah swayed her hips and pressed herself against Song Hun's side.
The moment she saw Song Hun, the throbbing pain in her neck—where she'd been choked just moments before—returned with a stinging ache, and a heavy sensation settled in her lower abdomen.
Her panties had been soaked through since she'd changed clothes, so she'd hastily stuck on a sanitary pad.
*I'll have to go home and shower... and wash* down there *too.*
His words—*loose*—had stung her pride. It was a word men rarely dared to say to her.
But she couldn't deny it was true. Even as he'd pounded into her, her expression had barely changed.
"Shall we go see what makes you so different?" Song Hun murmured.
"Yes, sir. I'll take you there."
Jung Han-ah fidgeted anxiously as she led him to his car.
She was desperate, terrified that this man—who had seized control of their encounter—might not fuck her again tonight.