Three Holes
“Um… w-welcome.”
They could have gone to a motel, but in her panic, she’d brought him to her own studio apartment.
“Oh… so you’re the kind of girl who brings a stranger home to her place. You really are obsessed with sex, huh?”
He’d assumed she’d take him to a motel, of all things, but instead they were here in her cramped little room.
It wasn’t like he would’ve objected either way. He still needed to come twice more tonight, so anywhere would have been fine.
“W-well….”
Jeong Han-ah’s face went bright red, and she couldn’t seem to get the words out.
“I was talking fast and….”
She hurriedly shoved the clothes strewn across the floor into a corner, then gave an awkward smile and pointed beside the bed.
“Please sit down. I’ll go wash up.”
“Pfft. ‘I’ll go wash up’ was the first thing you said?”
“It’ll… take a little while.”
With that, Jeong Han-ah dashed into the bathroom, and Song Hoon chuckled as he replayed the video he’d taken at the waxing shop earlier.
Guess she really is a little bitch.
Still, he didn’t exactly feel excited. She was only a D-rank, after all.
The room was decorated exactly like a place a young woman lived alone. A mountain of clothes. Cute little trinkets. A big vanity table, cosmetics everywhere. And a queen-size bed.
If a girl living alone has a queen-size bed, she’s basically admitting she doesn’t want to be alone.
He got the feeling she was the type who was born lonely unless someone was right beside her.
“Hmm….”
Seated in the quiet room, he could hear the faint sounds coming from the bathroom, low and muffled through the door.
“What is she doing?”
She’d said she was going to wash up, but for some reason there was a wet, dragging sound coming from inside.
“What the hell is she doing in there?”
He shrugged off his outer layer and waited. By the time a long stretch had passed, Jeong Han-ah finally stepped out of the bathroom, her body wrapped in a towel.
She looked a little drained.
“What took you so long?”
“S-sorry, sir.”
Without another word, she dropped the towel and began peeling Song Hoon’s clothes off, one layer at a time.
“Customer, second service is now beginning. Feel free to film as much as you like, s-sir.”
Her body was still damp, so every time it pressed against him, his clothes grew wetter, but she stripped him faster than the moisture could spread.
“Ah….”
Then, when she got to the last pair of underwear, Jeong Han-ah let out a heated breath like a child reclaiming a candy that had been stolen from her and rubbed her face against his cock.
And then she took his still-half-soft dick into her mouth, shoved it all the way to the back of her throat, and worked a deep throat until the shaft started to stiffen inside her throat.
“Ha….”
Song Hoon trembled at a skill he’d never seen before, feeling the tight squeeze of her throat around him.
This is a real mouth-pussy.
“It tastes gooood.”
He decided she really was a crazy little bitch. Her pussy might be loose, but when it came to mouth skills, she was an absolute monster.
Slurping and sucking as if she were tasting something delicious.
And then, thinking she’d worked him up enough and pleased him enough, she suddenly got to her feet, wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed him.
Smack— mmmph—
It was deep. Their lips clung together so closely there was barely any space between them, tongues sliding, saliva trading places, breaths growing rougher and rougher.
“I’m sorry, sir, but this is the final kiss in today’s course.”
“Hmm?”
He didn’t know why, but he figured she must have had a reason for saying that, so he nodded.
“I’ll escort you to the next course.”
Then she dropped to her knees.
“Huh?”
But the place she knelt was a little strange.
Not in front of him.
Behind him.
“Ahhh—!”
She buried her face against his ass and licked around his asshole with her tongue while one hand kneaded his balls.
The so-called shit kiss. Or anilingus.
Song Hoon’s mind nearly blanked from the first time he’d ever received that kind of caress.
Her tongue repeatedly slipped into and out of his ass while she massaged his balls, and it made him feel like he was going insane.
At the same time, there was a sense of absolute conquest.
The fact that she was licking even the dirtiest, most intimate part of him just to have sex with him created a ridiculous, overwhelming sense of domination.
“Hngh… your service is pretty damn good….”
“Th-thank you, sir.”
Precum dribbled from his urethra like water and soaked the floor. This was a level of pleasure he’d truly never felt before.
“Hngh… I’m about to cum.”
“On my face… please cum on my face, sir.”
Jeong Han-ah suddenly changed position, grabbed his cock, shook it, and thrust her face up toward him.
Fwoosh—
Maybe because of the intense pleasure from the anilingus, a huge amount of semen poured over her face all at once.
“Haah… so hot.”
She took every drop onto her face without letting a single splash stray, sat there for a while savoring the heat of his cum, and then licked it up, drop by drop, from her cheeks.
“You said my pussy was loose, so I prepared something else.”
Then she turned around and spread her ass wide open.
“Use the back hole instead of the front. I cleaned it thoroughly in the bathroom just now.”
“You’re fucking insane.”
“Hee… thank you for the compliment, sir.”
Anal sex. She’d said the second round would be different, and it looked like this was what she’d prepared.
Song Hoon’s first anal sex in his life.
He swallowed hard. D-rank or not, there was no reason to be disappointed.
The different kind of bitch he’d never had the chance to meet before.
A deep throat and a tight squeeze that outclassed pussy.
“Anal, huh.”
“Ahhhn… so big….”
He lightly rubbed the slick head of his cock against her asshole, smeared with her wetness, and she let out a shrill, shuddering moan.
When the tip slipped in, she was already crying out that it was huge, her voice thick with pain.
“It’s only the head.”
“E-even the head is so biggg… ahh….”
Even with only a little in, the hole was tighter and springier than any other he’d ever felt.
Maybe because his cock wasn’t soft and limp, when he gave his hips a slight push, it slid right inside.
“Ahhng… it hurts….”
She said it hurt, but her moans were wild, and she clutched his forearm so tightly her nails dug in, making his skin burn red.
“Kyahh—”
Song Hoon felt the obscene elasticity of it, saw Jeong Han-ah’s reaction, and instead of easing in gradually, shoved his cock all the way into her ass in one brutal thrust.
“Oh. So this was the real hidden gem.”
“Y-yes… please eat Han-ah’s ass deliciouslyyy.”
“This service is top-tier.”
It felt as though her insides were clinging to his entire length, squirming around it as if she were gripping him with both hands.
Every time he moved, it felt like her organs were being dragged along with him.
Squeak, squeak—
“Hnghh. Ahh… I like it. I’m going crazy. It’s so hard… what do I do? What do I dooo….”
Jeong Han-ah was being filled only in her ass, with nothing else involved, yet she looked completely out of her mind.
“I like it… I like it… more, more, shove it in. More… more….”
Both nipples stood hard and trembled faintly.
Every time Song Hoon pulled his cock out and thrust back into her ass, those tiny, perky breasts swayed up and down.
Her long hair, falling all the way to her waist, had long since become something like his handhold.
Smack!
“Kyahhh—!”
He slapped her full, delicious ass, and the ass that was already tightening around him clenched even harder.
Smack!
“You’re just some bitch giving anal to a customer she’s never even seen before.”
“Yes. I’m a bitch. A filthy pussy slut. A pussy slut who’s crazy about cock! Please keep going, sir. Use that hard cock to pound my ass, th-thrust thrust, please.”
He felt like he was going insane. It wasn’t soft at all; it was hard and sturdy like a baton, shaking her whole body apart.
He could feel exactly where the cock was going in and out of her body.
That vivid, electric sensation of a Korean man’s cock was something she was feeling for the first time.
“Ck—”
Song Hoon grabbed Jeong Han-ah by the hair and forced her to look into the vanity mirror.
“Look carefully. That’s your face, bitch. That shameless face getting pounded in the ass.”
Even the video on his phone was capturing that expression in vivid detail.
Her eyes half-lidded, her tongue hanging out, her whole body trembling with each movement of his cock as she drowned in pleasure.
“Haah. I like it… I like it… keep fucking me. Pound Han-ah’s ass all night long.”
Smack—
Every time he slapped her ass, her anus clenched down on him with manic force.
Brrr—
Jeong Han-ah, unable to keep up with the height difference, rose onto her heels and shook from the waist down like crazy.
“Hnghh….”
“You little cunt-slut getting fucked in the ass.”
“Y-yes. Han-ah is a filthy pussy girl. She likes cock.”
Her legs fluttered like a paper doll whose strings had been cut by orgasm, but with his cock wedged tight inside her ass, she couldn’t simply collapse.
Thud.
When her legs gave out, Song Hoon shoved her against the wardrobe and kept thrusting into her ass until her fluttering legs dangled in the air.
“Kyaaah— kyahh—”
Her body lifting off the floor forced Jeong Han-ah’s ass deeper onto him under the pull of gravity.
In a situation like this, all she could do was lean against the wardrobe, go limp all over, and moan in pain as he kept driving into her.
“It huuurts… it hurts… but it feels soooo good… cock feels so good….”
It really did hurt like he was gouging her organs out, but what came after was a pleasure that devoured that enormous pain whole.
It felt like his brain was melting.
Like his brain was going to be steeped in cock and cum.
“Hngh. I’m cumming.”
It was the first time he’d ever felt this kind of squeezing, this kind of anal pressure, and with that obscene backdoor tightening on him, Song Hoon felt his release building.
He grabbed Jeong Han-ah’s jar-like hips.
“Inside. Cum inside. Please spray your cum in Han-ah’s ass.”
Jeong Han-ah clamped both hands around Song Hoon’s wrist and pressed herself even tighter against him.
Deeper. Even deeper.
As if she wanted his seed as far inside her ass as it could possibly go.