Chapter 3: Jin-seong, I’m Sorry...
When I kept teasing her over and over, then finally bestowed the blessing of my cock upon her, her hot breath brushed against me at once.
“Haah... I’ve never felt a cock like this before....”
Seol Yeomyeong licked my cock carefully, looking more disheveled than I’d ever seen her.
With her hair in complete disorder, her expression dazed, her tongue hanging out in a long, wet line of saliva, she hardly seemed like the tidy, neat office beauty who was usually so popular among the staff.
Churup- chuup-
It was strange, and honestly, kind of delicious in its own way. Just changing the cock had turned the whole world upside down.
I looked down at the sturdy length Seol Yeomyeong was sucking on so earnestly.
Maybe I should settle it at twenty exactly.
Seeing it like this, I was starting to feel a little regretful again.
First I need to check how often I can get dice, and how many I can earn. For that...
With one hand, I grabbed a fistful of Seol Yeomyeong’s hair as she licked my cock like candy, half out of her mind, and shoved it straight down her throat.
“Kheuk— kheuk—”
She coughed and thrashed, looking up at me with tears welling in her eyes, as if it was all too much.
Gulp.
“Keck— keck—”
Seol Yeomyeong spat my cock back out, coughing hard as strings of saliva dripped from her mouth.
“It got bigger.”
By then, the floor was already slick and shining with the saliva and moisture that had spilled down.
“Did you just jump me?”
“......”
Her face, already red, went from red to bright scarlet all the way to her ears.
Judging from her expression, her words, and her behavior, this seemed to be her first time experiencing anything like this.
Maybe it was the alcohol. Maybe it was something else. Either way, there was no taking it back now.
Instead of answering, Seol Yeomyeong wrapped both hands around my cock.
There was only one thought in her head now.
Could it all fit?
“Haah....”
At my faint groan, Seol Yeomyeong quickened her hands even more. She sucked the glans with her tongue while her hands wrapped around the shaft and moved as if she were working a piston.
When my hand suddenly touched her head, she flinched—but this time I didn’t grab her hair. I stroked it instead.
The touch, with its clear warmth, was tender. Gentle.
When she held it with both hands, the head of my cock pushed out between her fingers, slick with her saliva and her juices.
The last of Seol Yeomyeong’s remaining self-control flew away.
As if determined not to let a single drop of precum escape, she sucked at my cock like she was drinking through a straw, while one hand fondled my balls and the other pressed against my thigh.
“Stop.”
“Why....”
She looked at me with tearful, restless eyes, her whole body and face pleading.
“Take everything off first. Not here. On the bed.”
Leaving Seol Yeomyeong kneeling there, I moved to the bed and flopped down onto it.
Watching her come over, hesitating as she tried to cover herself, I let out a small laugh and leaned back.
I was completely naked, while she still had pieces of her underwear hiding parts of her body.
“Come to think of it, your skin’s really white.”
So white it almost looked like snow. Her breasts looked to be about a B cup, just as I’d guessed.
I took in everything about her—her embarrassment, her expression, even the sweet little sounds in her breath.
“W-why... are you looking at me like that?”
Since I just kept staring without saying anything, Seol Yeomyeong shrank in on herself and asked.
“Just because you’re so nice to look at. You’re beautiful.”
I reached out a hand, and she carefully stepped closer, took it, and climbed onto my lap.
“Hhng—”
I stroked down her back and undid the hook.
Even her areolas were tinged pink, and her nipples stood straight up, shyly greeting me the way my cock did.
Chup-
“Haaah—”
Why was it that her embarrassed little moans turned me on so much?
I tugged at the panties sitting on her hips. Her long, silky line of arousal disappeared as I pulled at the edge of the fabric.
My hands were bold and rough. With one arm I wrapped around her waist, then sucked at the nape of her neck and teased her ear.
Before long, Seol Yeomyeong started twisting her hips this way and that as she searched for the huge thing pressing against her lower body.
“Please... hngh. Please....”
By now she was practically begging, swaying her hips frantically.
“You’re soaking wet.”
Her juices slid down her thighs and onto mine.
I grabbed her ass with both hands. Soft, yet firm, it trembled beneath my palms.
Then I slid my hands down the pale, supple inside of her thighs.
“Ahhhk—”
A loud moan burst from her lips. This must have been her sweet spot.
At the same time, her thighs tightened around me in a reflexive clench.
“Put it in... put it in, please.”
She clung to me as if begging, kissing at my neck over and over.
“I’ll do whatever you want.”
***
I’m insane. I’m totally insane.
Her brain felt like it was melting from her very first real sex.
So this is... sex.
The sex she’d had with her boyfriend had been nothing but childish make-believe. No foreplay—just stripping off clothes, kissing, some biting and sucking on her breasts, giving him a blowjob, then penetration and ejaculation.
That was all it ever was.
But Song Hoon’s hands on her pussy were rough and yet still brought pleasure with them.
“Are you always this obscene?”
“A-ah... no, I, abso-lutely—ahh. Hngh....”
Her answer and her moans spilled out together.
Then Song Hoon’s finger suddenly pushed deep inside her pussy, and her waist jerked up.
“Hhhk—”
She bit down on her lip and swallowed her moan. It was too embarrassing.
His finger didn’t just probe her—it rubbed against the walls of her pussy as though it were striking her hidden nerve from the inside, and her entire body shivered as if she’d been shocked with electricity.
Her arms tightened around Song Hoon, and with a feeling like she might piss herself, she arched her back.
“I-I need to pee... wai— the bathroooom. Haaah— n-no—!”
But Song Hoon pressed his body against hers even more firmly, making it impossible for her to escape.
Pshuuuu—
With an orgasm she’d never felt before, white liquid shot from her pussy in a fountain.
“Hahh... hhaahng....”
Her mouth kept spilling moans while the endless gush of fluid pooled beneath her.
Yet even as she poured herself out, Song Hoon’s fingers never stopped.
“Kyahhhng—!”
After she’d been leaking for what felt like forever, her whole body went limp, like she’d already finished one round of sex.
At the same time, every inch of her body became absurdly sensitive.
“Ahhn— n-no... no more!”
Every brush of Song Hoon’s fingers against her skin raised goosebumps, and her just-flooded pussy twitched on its own like Pavlov’s dog.
Song Hoon bit her breast and nipped at her sensitive nipple with his tongue, sucking it in little kisses.
The pleasure flooding her brain from top and bottom bent her back like a bow.
Then suddenly, her body floated up into the air and sank back down.
“Kyaaah—”
Before she knew it, she’d gone from sitting on Song Hoon’s lap to being thrown onto the bed.
“P-prosecutor, th-there... ahhng! What are you doing!”
Song Hoon buried his face between her thighs and started licking them. Higher and higher. Still higher. And then toward the center.
She felt like she was going crazy. His tongue licked the inside of her thigh, then circled her clit with slow, teasing strokes, then slid into the slit of her pussy to stimulate her from within.
Moans kept bursting from her mouth, and Song Hoon, with her own juices gleaming on his lips, met her eyes and grinned.
“That’s a nice face. Cute.”
“Y-you’re... so mean. Ahhn....”
Instinctively, she grabbed the head of Song Hoon as he slipped his tongue between her pussy lips, trying to push him away.
But the more she struggled, the more Song Hoon trapped her thighs between his arms, seized her hips, and pressed his face harder against her.
It was like something softer than fingers was writhing through her insides like a snake.
She hadn’t known she was such an easy woman to make cum. Her relationship with her boyfriend had always felt incomplete. Maybe she’d ever had this kind of orgasm once or twice at most.
“Stop... stop...!”
Now outright begging spilled from her mouth, and at some point Song Hoon’s tongue went still.
“Should I really stop?”
The Song Hoon who always spoke to her so politely had somehow turned informal.
Instead of answering, she spread her legs wide and turned her face away.
“Pretty. You look gorgeous like that. Use both hands and spread yourself open for me.”
His voice was impossible to refuse. Her mouth said stop, but her body didn’t.
She opened herself with both hands, and then Song Hoon braced one hand on the bed and pressed his cock to the entrance of her pussy.
Flinch—
Her pussy twitched toward his cock the way a sunflower follows the sun.
His cock kissed the opening of her pussy again and again as it pushed in, and just as she moved her head to taste him even faster—
“Jin-seong... I’m sorry....”
—she found herself blurting out her boyfriend’s name at the sight of her own desperate hunger for Song Hoon’s cock.
“So your boyfriend’s name is Jin-seong, huh?”
“Ah? Y-yes... yes.”
There was a glint of playfulness in Song Hoon’s face. No, not playfulness.
It was more like... the expression of someone conquering something, one corner of his mouth lifted high.
I slowly. Slowly. Shook my head from side to side.
No, just a moment ago I hadn’t thought anything of it.
“Haaahhh—!”
As Song Hoon’s cock slowly, so slowly, pushed into her pussy.
As that massive thing drove in like it was boring straight through her, the pain in her lower belly slammed into her brain and her whole body trembled as though it had been struck by lightning.
Instinctively, she knew it.
After today, she would never be satisfied by sex with her boyfriend again.