Breeding... Breeding Press.
Seol Haneul’s skill was beyond anything Song Hoon had imagined. And layered into that skill were details upon details.
Tiny little touches that drove men insane with lust.
Swallowing semen in her throat and then scooping up the runoff with her tongue.
Cleaning his cock for him. Or the expression on her face, the little movements she made afterward.
Every last one of them had Song Hoon’s attention locked in place.
Just look at her now. He’d petted her head, and she was basking in the touch like a cat purring under a hand.
“A cat and a dog, huh?”
If he had to compare them, Seol Haneul felt more like a cat. Not one of those aloof, proud cats, either, but a cat with dog-like sweetness—a friendly, clingy kind of cat.
“Whatever works. I like anything and everything. I’m Haneul-cat. Please handle me however you want, like a pet cat~”
Even after he’d already flooded her throat with a mouthful of cum, Seol Haneul swallowed hard at the sight of his cock, still towering upward with shocking vigor.
It was still twitching without pause, as if it had never finished once in its life.
Even the athletes used to take a breather after they came once... how is his stamina this good?
Just a moment ago, she’d been worrying that if it went limp, what she’d have to do to get it hard again so she could shove it into her pussy faster.
“Oppa, I’ll clean you up properly.”
Kim Nagyeong refused to lose, sliding down from Song Hoon’s face and licking every inch of him with devoted care.
His collarbone and chest, his nipples and abs, his fingers and arms.
And when her eyes met Seol Haneul’s, she gave a faint smile.
It was a smile packed with meaning.
See? I told you.
No way I’m losing. Oppa’s mine.
Seol Haneul let out a little snort of laughter.
When had this once-obedient puppy turned into such a lewd woman? And was she actually daring to provoke her like this?
“Hngh... please fuck me. Finger Haneul’s pussy and rake it up however you want.”
Seol Haneul climbed onto the bed, seized Song Hoon’s fingers, and ground his hand against her pussy.
“Ahhhn—”
Song Hoon grinned as he slid his fingers inside Seol Haneul’s cunt.
“Only three fingers, huh?”
He’d expected her to take two or three fingers, of course.
No, given how much sex she bragged about having, he’d thought maybe four or five would slip right in.
But the moment his index and middle fingers entered, her pussy began to clamp down on them.
“Haneul’s pussy is delicious. Seriously.”
And it was definitely true, because even with just two fingers inside, the way her flesh clung and quivered against his skin told him this was a genuinely tight cunt.
Gulp.
Just imagining pushing his cock into that narrow hole—imagining filling it up and pounding that tight pussy until it was stuffed to the brim—made his dick twitch like Pavlov’s dog.
“Hngh. Ahh, good... please finger my pussy hard. Please use Haneul’s pussy as much as you want.”
Even the way she spoke was indecent. His fingers kept exploring that slick, narrow cavern without pause.
“Hngh. Haaah... good. So good.”
As if her entire cunt were one giant nerve, Seol Haneul let out filthy, shameless moans every time his fingers stirred inside her.
“Ahnh... I feel like I’m gonna cum from just fingers. Hngh... haahhn. Mmph— there. Right there feels so good. Haa... please use Haneul’s slutty pussy that’s gonna cum from fingers.”
Shivering from the pleasure of having her pussy stirred and toyed with, Seol Haneul suddenly convulsed when Song Hoon found her G-spot and rubbed it mercilessly.
“Kyaaah—! Hiiih— there. Th-thereee—”
Her whole body shook as she screamed at the uncontrollable rush of pleasure, and as the sensation slammed hard into her lower abdomen, her arousal surged out like a flood, running down his fingers and along his forearm.
“I can’t— if I cum here, I’ll burst. Haa... no, no.”
She tried to clamp her thighs together and escape Song Hoon’s hand, but—
“Hhng— mmph— nghhhaa— can’t take it anymoreee. Bathroom. Please let me go to the bathroom—”
Song Hoon wrapped one arm around the leg Seol Haneul was thrashing about and increased the speed of the fingers boring into her cunt.
Fwoosh— fushhh— fwooshfwoosh—
And then, from Seol Haneul’s pussy, which had been ravaged by Song Hoon right at the edge of the bed, a stream of fluid shot out like a water gun and pattered onto the floor.
But even after she’d started gushing, Song Hoon didn’t stop. He kept hammering her G-spot while his other hand rubbed her clit.
“Hhngh— kyaaahhn— I’m going insaneee. Ahh... haaahaaah...”
Seol Haneul’s stream broke off as if she’d finally emptied herself, but her over-sensitive pussy kept twitching and jerking without stopping.
“W-wow... that’s so sexy... did I make that face too?”
Watching Seol Haneul gush like that, Kim Nagyeong licked Song Hoon’s soaked fingers and pressed herself against him.
It was her way of saying she wanted attention too.
“Of course. Maybe even sexier? Nagyeong was really embarrassed, wasn’t she? Her face went all red.”
He gave her a quick kiss and then slid his fingers into Kim Nagyeong’s pussy.
Her channel was definitely a little wider than Seol Haneul’s. Kim Nagyeong felt tight only once three fingers were inside.
“You want me to fwoosh-fwoosh Nagyeong’s pussy too?”
Instead of answering, Song Hoon began rubbing the G-spot he already knew so well inside her cunt, and Seol Haneul, having finally calmed down, watched the scene unfold.
“Hngh— ah... unnie. Haaah—”
Then she climbed over Kim Nagyeong’s body and started sucking on her breasts.
She hadn’t expected Seol Haneul to suddenly start pampering her too, so she fumbled for a moment, but after the surprise faded, the pleasure crashing down from above and below at the same time made Kim Nagyeong’s waist arch like a bow.
“Hngh— hnnngh—”
Too shy to cry out openly, Kim Nagyeong bit down on her finger and let out muffled moans instead.
“You’re too much... what is this, all at once... ahhhn... unnie, why are you so good at sucking? So mean... sob...”
At her whimpering, which sounded like she might cry at any moment, Song Hoon worked his fingers faster.
“Kyaaah—”
Seol Haneul, straddling Kim Nagyeong and watching the hand that was still jabbing into her pussy, slowly leaned down and flicked the tiny clit that had popped out.
“Our puppy should gush like unnie too, right?”
Seol Haneul wore a wicked little grin as she licked at Kim Nagyeong’s clit.
“Kyahh—!”
Kim Nagyeong lifted her head and began licking at Seol Haneul’s pussy in return.
They were pleasuring each other now.
Fwoosh— fuyut— shuu—
“Haaah... so mean. Unnie, that’s so awful—hngh—!”
A stream of fluid spilled from Kim Nagyeong’s pussy, and Seol Haneul, now sitting fully on her face while receiving cunnilingus and sucking on Song Hoon’s cock, kept on licking and swallowing each other in turn.
They just kept biting and sucking and licking and fucking each other with their mouths and hands, as if they’d gone feral.
“Hah... put it in... please put it in. Please. Stick that big cock in Haneul’s pussy and fuck me hard.”
In a situation like this, the one most desperate was Seol Haneul.
“Hm... you want to be filled?”
She hadn’t known what it felt like to make men desperate like this, but now she knew what it was to ache for that huge cock, to want her pussy split open and ravaged by it as fast as possible.
“Yes— please. Use Haneul’s pussy and play with it however you want...”
Song Hoon kept her hanging on the edge, and in that moment, she felt like she was going to lose her mind.
Her body was on fire, her nipples stood hard and tight, and arousal kept dripping endlessly from her pussy.
If only his cock would go into her pussy right now, she felt sure she’d come apart completely.
Just that one thing. That was all she needed.
Unnie looks totally in heat...
And seeing Seol Haneul like that—eyes unfocused, her head turning like a sunflower following Song Hoon’s cock—Kim Nagyeong swallowed hard.
She’d never seen Seol Haneul like this during sex, and she hadn’t expected her to be this obscene.
So this is why the athletes go crazy for her?
Looking at her now, none of the words usually attached to Seol Haneul—sexy, cute, fresh, lively—came to mind at all.
The only words that surfaced were: lewd. obscene. promiscuous. decadent. depraved.
“What should I do...?”
Song Hoon grabbed his throbbing cock and looked back and forth between Kim Nagyeong and Seol Haneul.
“U-unnie first...”
Kim Nagyeong knew exactly what would happen if Song Hoon, who was this close to finally unleashing himself, drove that thing into her first, so she lay back on the opposite side of the bed and watched Seol Haneul, whose face was already buried in his cock as she panted hard.
“Haa... my turn... me first.”
She wanted to see what kind of reaction Seol Haneul would show when she was the first one to be taken by that cock.
Song Hoon wanted to know exactly how he should fuck Seol Haneul’s pussy.
And Kim Nagyeong just wanted her turn to come next.
“Unnie’s filthy...”
“Yeah. She’s a bitch dying to get fucked by a cock right now.”
“Right? She’s a filthy little kitty, isn’t she?”
“Yes— that’s right. Please fuck this filthy cat’s pussy with your cock already.”
As if begging him to shove it into her right away, Seol Haneul spread her legs into a V, pulled her pussy open with both hands, and swayed her hips invitingly.
“This pussy wants to be stuffed by Hoon-nim’s cock.”
Song Hoon looked at her, snorted softly, and pressed both hands down on her thighs.
“You’ve been working out and cheering, so you really are flexible.”
It was a strange, awkward pose, and Song Hoon leaned in close before thrusting his cock straight into Seol Haneul’s pussy from that bizarre angle.
“Ughghgk— breeding... breeding press... hngh...”