I Live Alone
After stepping out of the bathroom, Seol Yeomyeong buried her face in his chest and pounded weakly at him with both fists.
Thunk. Thunk.
“You’re so violent….”
Song Hoon, already on the verge of finishing from her declaration that he was absolutely not to come inside her, climbed over her and shot a generous load all over her face instead.
There was more than she’d expected, and in the end Seol Yeomyeong hurried into the bathroom to shower after taking some of it into her mouth.
“Why? Yesterday you were begging me for a creampie while you had your legs locked around my waist.”
At that, Seol Yeomyeong seemed to remember last night and turned bright red, burying her face in his chest.
“Even without makeup, you’re pretty.”
“Manager-nim, you’re really too much… ahng….”
He cupped her chin and kissed her. Last night she’d hesitated a little, but now every movement she made—wrapping her arms around his neck more eagerly, pushing out her tongue—was unbearably cute.
The first one was worth 35 points. The second, 20.
Maybe because he’d gone twice in a row, or maybe because he hadn’t cum inside her. Either way, the points felt a little disappointing.
“Come to think of it, I thought I heard your phone ring earlier.”
At that, Seol Yeomyeong hurriedly checked her phone and then lowered her head in a rush.
“Your boyfriend?”
“Y-yeah….”
She looked flustered as she answered, probably wondering what the hell she was supposed to say.
She sure as hell couldn’t tell him she’d been panting under a cock tens of times bigger and better than her boyfriend’s, could she?
“Call him now and tell him you got too drunk at the company dinner to get back to him.”
“Now? I can just call him when I leave.”
Song Hoon gave her a teasing look.
“Now.”
He wrapped an arm around Seol Yeomyeong’s waist and grabbed her ass.
A soft moan slipped out with the elastic give of her body.
“Hiiing… we were supposed to meet today. Guess I’ll have to push it to tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow? Think you can be satisfied with that?”
“I don’t know… sniff. How could I possibly be satisfied?”
Just the touch of Song Hoon’s hand was enough to send tingles racing through her whole body.
“Then you’d better call him right away, wouldn’t you?”
He tucked his throbbing cock between her thighs and rubbed it slowly against her.
“If you want to taste this again next time?”
“You’re not allowed to do anything! Just watch!”
Seol Yeomyeong crooked a finger as if she could already predict exactly what he was about to do, but Song Hoon only answered with a grin and a tilt of his head, silently telling her to hurry up and make the call.
“H-hey, honey. I got drunk at the dinner last night, so I couldn’t call. Sorry~”
As soon as Seol Yeomyeong called him, Song Hoon felt a wicked heat rise in him and slipped his hand between her thighs.
“Hhup—no, I just have a hangover. I woke up a second ago, and my muscles must’ve been shocked or something.”
Seol Yeomyeong kept shooting him desperate looks, begging him not to, but if he’d meant to stop, he’d have waited until she hung up.
He spread her thighs and licked the inside of them inch by inch.
“Hng… sorry, I’m just in really bad shape today, honey. Let’s meet tomorrow. Early in the morning.”
He deliberately avoided her pussy, licking everywhere else so she’d get even more desperate. She couldn’t hold back, and tiny little moans kept spilling out.
“Hhup… no, it’s just… I suddenly thought of you….”
Seol Yeomyeong’s slit grew wet, and pussy juice started running down her thigh.
“Hng… right. It’s been a while since we saw each other.”
By now she wasn’t even trying to hide her sounds, and the moans came pouring out of her.
“I woke up and suddenly thought about your cock, that’s all….”
She lied smoothly. Song Hoon slid a finger into her pussy and stirred around inside her cunt.
“Ahng… exactly. Let’s really play tomorrow, okay? Honey~”
Her coy little act for her boyfriend only made Song Hoon’s lower half harden. Her boyfriend probably had no idea.
He had no idea that while she was on the phone, practically masturbating through the conversation, Seol Yeomyeong’s pussy was being worked over by Song Hoon’s fingers.
“N-no… hng… I should finish up and rest. I got turned on because I started thinking about your cock, that’s all.”
This time he brought his mouth down and started sucking her cunt outright.
With wet, sucking sounds, she quivered as if a flood had broken loose and sprayed fluid out in little spurts.
“You’re turned on too? I can’t wait for tomorrow to finally come so I can taste yours.”
At some point the tension left her thighs, which had been stiff with strain; even without being forced apart, they fell open wide, and she twisted her hips as if trying to take his tongue in deeper.
“Me? Hng… with my fingers—thinking it’s your cock, honey… hahhng.”
Her speech slowed, and each breath was tangled with a moan. When their eyes met, hers were half-lidded and glazed.
“Hng… honey, I’m so turned on.”
Her mouth talked about her boyfriend while her hand clutched at Song Hoon’s hair, eyes locked with his.
“Home? Hhaang—no. I’m completely bare-faced, and my face is all puffed up. Let’s meet tomorrow.”
He made Seol Yeomyeong lie face-down on the bed while she stayed on the phone, then slowly pushed his cock into her.
“Hhup.”
Even though this was already their third round, her cunt still clung to him with a springy, slightly tight grip.
“I think I scratched it with my fingernail when I put my finger in… huhhng… honey. It feels so good.”
“Yeomyeong, you’re being extra slutty today, aren’t you?”
Now that the speakerphone was on, she reached one hand back and clutched Song Hoon’s arm.
“I’ve been touching myself thinking about you too. This is kind of new.”
“I’m only doing it because I keep thinking about you, honey.”
He moved his hips at a glacial pace. Very slowly. His cock slid out of Seol Yeomyeong’s cunt, glistening with slick.
Thud—
Then, in an instant, he snapped his hips forward and slammed the whole length of his cock back into her, right to the root.
“Haaah—no… n-no.”
“Hm? Why’d you say that all of a sudden?”
Seol Yeomyeong, who’d been writhing under him, turned in surprise to look at Song Hoon now that he’d suddenly stopped.
“What do you want me to do?”
“Please just keep stabbing your cock into Yeomyeong’s pussy, Manager-nim. Please.”
Hearing that, Seol Yeomyeong found the answer in an instant and, with a truly lewd expression and voice, lightly scratched at Song Hoon’s arm.
“Please shove Manager-nim’s cock into Yeomyeong’s pussy… I’m sorry.”
That sense of conquest rushed through him again, flooding his body.
“Uhnngh—deep. So deep… but it feels so gooood—!”
Every time he thrust, Seol Yeomyeong let out unidentifiable moans, begging him to go harder, or pleading as if she wanted to be saved.
The innocent face he’d known until now was gone.
“Manager-nim’s cock feels so good! I think I’m going crazy, ahng….”
There was only this sex-crazed Seol Yeomyeong now—flattened beneath his cock, mindlessly drunk on pleasure, spouting filthy, lowly things while she ground her hips against him.
He grabbed her trembling legs, dragged her down off the bed, and put her into a half-doggy position.
Then, using gravity, he drove down as if he meant to crush her womb.
“Haaack—pleaase. Pleeease—”
He seized her pleading shoulders and thrust even harder into her cunt.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
Skin slapping against skin, her moans and her begging.
At some point she seemed to have lost herself completely and had gone slack, nothing left but strangled sounds spilling out of her throat.
It was a ferocious, relentless fucking, as though there were no such thing as a skill for controlling when to cum.
Just then a sharp, electric urge to finish began in his pelvis, and he pulled out of the cunt that was spilling juices everywhere.
“Open your mouth.”
He shoved it into Seol Yeomyeong’s slack mouth, grabbed her hair, and pistoned into her mouth as though her lips were another pussy.
“Kek—kek.”
Seeing Seol Yeomyeong’s face, tears welling in her eyes as she coughed and couldn’t breathe properly, Song Hoon poured every drop of cum straight into her throat.
Gulp.
Her throat bobbed as she swallowed everything he gave her.
“Keek—cough.”
Still gasping, she stuck out her tongue and cleaned his cock, which gleamed with her arousal.
“Hwae… good… tasty….”
[Seol Yeomyeong(C+) 3/3]
[You have gained a total of 25(MAX) points from Seol Yeomyeong(C+).]
[You have obtained all available points from this woman.]
[Remaining Points: 80]
Along with the system’s alert tone, Seol Yeomyeong, who had been sucking his cock so enthusiastically, seemed to have lost the last of her strength and slumped there, breathing hard.
“Manager-nim, you’re a beast….”
***
In the end, it wasn’t until late evening that she finally recovered enough to steady her wobbly legs and give Song Hoon a light kiss on the lips.
“I should get going now. I need to go home, shower… and change clothes.”
“Come to think of it, do you need to call your parents? You stayed out all night.”
At that, Seol Yeomyeong let out a little laugh.
“I live alone. Ever since I graduated college, I’ve been on my own.”
She laughed it off.
It must have been a shield to keep half-baked idiots from hitting on her.
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