Try Sucking It for Three Minutes
"So it was true?"
"W-What?!"
As soon as Song Hoon turned his head after buckling his seat belt and fixed Kim Nagyeong with that steady, appraising stare, she jolted back in alarm.
"I thought maybe you were some kind of impostor. Didn’t expect the real Kim Nagyeong to be standing there."
"Ah…."
Her face burning bright red, Kim Nagyeong twisted her fingers together.
"I-I did too. I was hesitating and hesitating, and then I finally decided…."
She had come prepared to be fucked, yes, but her heart was still hammering so hard it felt ready to burst, and her whole body had gone strangely tight and tangled.
He was even better looking than she had imagined.
His body was even more solid than she had imagined.
And then there was that cock—half-erect already, straining his pants taut without him even doing anything.
He really is turned on by me… right?
The tension in her shoulders eased a little.
She’d been the one to contact him first, the one to meet him with the expectation that she’d be taken, but she was still one of the more popular cheerleaders, wasn’t she?
There was only one reason she had chosen this man.
That ferocious sex drive. That ruthless fucking.
And his promise to keep it secret.
"You can record it… but absolutely, absolutely, absolutely no face."
Kim Nagyeong repeated the warning one more time.
"Pfft. If you don’t trust me that much, I can just take you back right now."
"N-No… it’s not that."
His attitude, so casual as if he had nothing to lose, only made her shrink a little.
"Don’t worry. I’ll even show you how I cut the footage, keep the highlights, and throw out the rest."
"Y-Yes! I like that!"
She had worried about what might happen if there were trouble later, so his unexpectedly good manners took a weight off her mind.
Song Hoon smiled faintly. If this was how he got her trust, then what couldn’t he do?
Seeing Kim Nagyeong’s expression brighten, he figured that was the right move.
Slip—
His hand came to rest on her thigh.
Flinch—
The twitch in her body carried straight into his fingertips.
She was smooth. She wasn’t wearing stockings, and the skin was a little cold from the outside air, but her thighs were truly, beautifully smooth.
"So you wore a short skirt and a crop top because you wanted to be touched like this."
Normally, with a skirt that short, a girl would wear shorts underneath.
His hand kept sliding deeper between her thighs, yet all he felt was the sleek warmth of bare skin.
"And you’re built tough too. Looks like you work out quite a bit."
He could feel it instinctively. This wasn’t soft flesh that yielded under pressure; it was elastic muscle, the kind that bounced his fingers back when he pressed down.
"Haa…."
Kim Nagyeong clutched the hem of her skirt and trembled all over.
She’s pretty worked up. If she’s already giving off sweet little moans like that, and the inside of her thighs is this wet…
She seemed to be far more wound up than he’d expected.
A body ready to spill its lust all at once the moment he poked it.
Not a chance.
But Song Hoon had no intention of teasing Kim Nagyeong too easily.
Fruit is sweetest when it’s fully ripe.
Besides, judging from everything he’d seen so far—
She’s a cheerleader. If she really wanted to, she could hook up with athletes, but she came here asking for secrecy. That means she’s not the type who’s been spreading her legs for everyone.
That alone made her look like a near-certain A-rank.
On top of that, she was prettier than any woman he had ever fucked, and her body was outstanding to match.
Fair skin, a delicate face, and lips with a faint pink sheen.
From the moment she got into the car, his cock had been yelling at him to shove it into that pussy already.
***
"Haa—"
Kim Nagyeong’s sweet little moans had not stopped since Song Hoon’s hands began roaming over her body, slipping into every place they could reach.
They weren’t obscene, obviously sexual touches that grabbed at her private parts outright.
They were on the inside of her thighs, along her waist and under her arm, at the nape of her neck and her ears, over her collarbones and her arms.
Just ordinary places to touch, really, but because he never quite crossed the line, it drove her almost mad.
She had thought that once they met, he would start roughhousing her from the car onward.
I’m dying. I’m going crazy. I want him deeper. I want him to touch me harder….
Her face was flushed, and her pussy was already leaking so much it clung to her folds as though a flood had burst inside her.
"We should eat first before we do anything, right? If we go now, you’ll be hungry by the time we get to the hotel room."
"Eh… sushi…?"
Kim Nagyeong had thought they’d head straight to a motel, but instead they arrived at a Japanese restaurant inside a hotel.
Isn’t this… expensive?
And not just any hotel—the Japanese restaurant inside a five-star hotel.
"Come on."
"Huh? O-Okay."
She pulled her cap down low and followed behind Song Hoon.
"Hiiik—"
He slipped an arm around her waist and led her into the restaurant.
"Welcome. Do you have a reservation?"
"It’s under Song Hoon."
"We’ll guide you to room thirteen."
As they walked down the hallway, Kim Nagyeong grew a little self-conscious at the sight of a Japanese restaurant where everything was private rooms rather than tables, and she ended up sticking close to Song Hoon’s side.
Rattle—
When the door at the very end of the hall opened, a horigotatsu table—one with a recessed floor so you could sit comfortably with your legs down—came into view, and Kim Nagyeong hesitated before stepping inside.
"Shall we prepare your food?"
"Yes. Please bring it right away."
The door shut.
"Um… this place… isn’t it expensive?"
When Kim Nagyeong asked if it was pricey, Song Hoon only gave a lazy smile.
"If the person who showed up today hadn’t been Kim Nagyeong but some fake impersonator, I would’ve ended up eating alone."
"Hiiik!"
She checked the prices on the menu sitting by the table and gasped, staring at Song Hoon in shock.
"Still, this is way too expensive. It’s at least a hundred thousand won and up to three hundred thousand won…."
"I was going to have an early dinner anyway. Consider it a convenient excuse to eat together."
Song Hoon wiped his hands with a wet towel, then looked straight at her.
"Besides, I’m planning to eat something even tastier after this."
"Eeeh…."
Kim Nagyeong’s face turned scarlet.
"Haa—"
Then, from under the table, Song Hoon stretched out his long leg and tickled the inside of her thigh.
"Your toes are probably getting hot. Just how wet are you?"
Embarrassed though she was, Kim Nagyeong blushed and still scooted closer to the table, thinking that he had finally reached deep into her thighs.
She wanted him to touch her more directly.
But the moment Kim Nagyeong moved a step closer, Song Hoon took one step back.
Knock, knock.
"Your food will be served now."
With that knock, Song Hoon’s little footsie game came to an end.
"Hiiing…."
Kim Nagyeong looked near tears. She had no idea why Song Hoon was doing this.
He kept her on the edge as if he were just playing with her, and the situation only grew more agonizing.
The meal was genuinely delicious, and after a glass of the paired alcohol, her body only grew hotter and hotter.
"So, what do you do?"
Before she realized it, Kim Nagyeong was no longer sitting across from him, but beside him.
"I’m unemployed."
"Eeeh…? Unemployed?"
She was startled by the answer, but what did it matter? He only needed to satisfy her tonight.
"That’s right. Unemployed. Though now I’ve got a little money."
Song Hoon lifted his drink and downed it, watching Kim Nagyeong’s flushed face as she kept touching his body here and there.
"Hehe… so you’re a man with plenty of talents, huh?"
She was halfway over already.
At first she’d flinched at every touch, eyes squeezed shut as she took it in, but that look was gone now. She was clinging to him like a puppy wagging its tail and rubbing her whole body against its owner.
And her touches were becoming bolder by the second.
"But why aren’t you touching me?"
"Why do you think?"
"Do I not look attractive? Do I look tasteless?"
Under normal circumstances, she would have been too shy to say that out loud, but now she was blurting it out without hesitation.
"Haaah… there. Thereee."
When Song Hoon explored the inside of her thigh and slipped his hand into her panties, Kim Nagyeong felt a shock of electricity race through her body and pressed herself closer to his side.
But then he withdrew his hand, and she licked up the juices that had clung to his fingers.
With her body pressed against him, she could feel the heat of his skin burning straight through their clothes.
"Hiiing… reallyyy."
She pouted sweetly and started stroking his cock even more boldly now.
Then, with that tiny body of hers, she crawled under the table, buried her face between his thighs, and sniffed, pressing in closer so she could catch the scent of his cock from inside his clothes.
Her makeup smeared against the lap of his pants. Kim Nagyeong quietly pulled down Song Hoon’s zipper and drew a deep breath.
The moment that musky scent—Song Hoon’s cock, raw and pungent—slammed into her brain through the tip of her nose, her mind went blank.
"I like this smell."
It was exactly the scent she’d wanted: musky, with that wild, nighttime floral note to it.
She wanted to pull it out right away, suck it off, and shove it inside herself, but the restaurant made that impossible.
Still, the smell was enough to numb Kim Nagyeong’s reason. She yanked the zipper down with a rattle and buried her face in the gap.
Sniff-sniff.
"Haa… nice."
Then she pulled down his underwear.
"Hah…."
Kim Nagyeong swallowed hard at the sight of that enormous thing protruding through the zipper, the thing that made the table tremble.
The cock she had only ever seen in videos.
"Big… it’s really big…."
Seeing it in person made her feel as though she might lose her mind.
It was real. Absolutely real.
Come to think of it, maybe the video and photos hadn’t captured the full scale of it at all.
Long. Thick. Strong.
A perfect cock in every sense of the word. Just imagining that thing spearing through her from one end to the other sent jolts through her whole body.
The moment she tried to bring her tongue to the tip of that thing, which still rose far above what both her hands could hold, Song Hoon stopped her.
"That’s far enough."
"Hiiing. Why? Please let me lick it. Nagyeong is good at sucking."
Kim Nagyeong looked up at him, and Song Hoon, setting his glass down on the table, took both her hands in his.
Watching her—those tear-bright eyes fixed on his cock beneath the table, her tongue darting out as though she might start licking at any moment—made him want to torment her endlessly.
"Three minutes. Try sucking it for just three minutes. Let’s see what you can do. I want to know how much you can handle in three minutes."
He wanted to keep torturing Kim Nagyeong until she was completely undone.