The Scent of Submission
Watching her lick my sweat—which was thoroughly drenched in the scent of my cock and body odor—and inhale it deeply even as she gagged, made me incredibly hard.
Overwhelmed by excitement, I moved quickly to hide myself.
Thud!
Fuck!
Startled, Myungho stumbled backward and bumped into a piece of exercise equipment behind him, making a loud noise.
Hearing the sound, Yuna whipped her head around, and our eyes locked.
"D-did you just get back?"
Myungho walked in as naturally as possible, pretending he had just arrived.
"Ah... yes."
Yuna asked hurriedly, but she couldn't shake the mounting anxiety that he might have seen her.
"I... I was just stretching until you got back. Stretching!"
She was offering excuses without even being asked. That was how desperate she was.
"Ah, sorry about that. I should have wiped down my sweat before I left, but I forgot."
"I-it's fine."
Looking over at the leg curl machine where he had been sitting, Myungho was momentarily stunned.
No way, anyone could see that...
On the seat where Myungho had been sitting, a vivid sweat stain perfectly outlined the shape of his buttocks and his cock.
I can't believe I left a mark like that behind!
Thanks to the lower-body workout, blood had rushed to his groin, making his cock swell. Combined with the heat, his enlarged balls had left a perfect imprint, right down to the wrinkles of his scrotum.
Because of the heat, the already pungent, musky odor lingered in the air, thick and heavy.
Was it really because of this?
In that moment, I remembered the active trait I had just acquired: Pheromone.
I left the Pheromone arousal effect active!
Even if sniffing his sweat was her own perverted kink, her masturbating right then and there was undoubtedly due to the pheromones.
After all, no matter how empty the gym was, a normal person wouldn't start sniffing a seat and masturbating the second someone stepped out for a moment, unless they were an absolute deviant.
The realization that Yuna had gotten so turned on by the sweat outline of his cock that she sniffed it and masturbated was incredibly hot.
Realizing this, I turned my gaze toward her.
Yuna hadn't even noticed that her pussy had completely soaked through her clothes.
In fact, she seemed to be growing more and more aroused by the second.
The juices flowing from her crotch had thoroughly drenched her leggings and were dripping onto the floor.
Her eyes were locked blatantly onto my bulging crotch.
Myungho pretended not to notice and went back to his workout.
Her gaze remained fixed entirely on his crotch.
Myungho kept checking her condition out of the corner of his eye.
Knowing she was completely mesmerized by his cock made it impossible for him to focus on his exercises.
Instead, his shaft throbbed, straining hard against his shorts.
Her eyes grew increasingly vacant and unfocused, and then, as if possessed, she began to do something shocking.
Does she think I won't see her because we're far apart and I'm working out?
With her eyes still glued to his crotch, she slipped her hand inside her leggings and began to fondle her wet slit.
The juices flowing from her pussy soaked through her leggings, dripping down.
"Ahhh...!"
Is the Pheromone arousal effect more than just a simple turn-on?
No matter how horny she was, touching herself like that in a room with only the two of them, even with some distance between them while he was working out, was highly unusual.
Squelch... squelch...
I can't take this anymore.
Myungho stopped his workout and stood up.
The moment he stood up, she hurriedly pulled her hand out of her pants and scrambled to her feet.
Seeing her blushing, staring at his cock, and so utterly consumed by lust that she barely seemed aware of her own actions, Myungho felt his own arousal spike. He began to slowly close the distance between them.
"Haa... haa..."
As he drew closer, the sound of her ragged breathing filled his ears.
Her legs seemed to give out, and she sank onto the floor.
It seemed the anxiety of being caught, mixed with intense shame, had turned her knees to jelly.
Gulp.
He could hear Yuna swallowing hard.
Was it anticipation?
Pretending to be oblivious, I let my cock swell to its full size and stepped right up to her.
"...Myungho?"
Crazy. What the hell am I doing?
Myungho was temporarily speechless.
He had gotten so worked up that he had walked right up to her with a massive, throbbing erection and thrust it right in front of her face. What excuse could he possibly make for this?
Even if she had been caught masturbating, shoving his cock in her face was on a completely different level!
"Ah... well... you have something in your hair."
Would such a flimsy excuse actually work?
Could she really be fooled when he was pretending to brush her hair while presenting a massive, hard cock right in front of her eyes?
"Yes... I see..."
Oh?
She bought it.
What on earth was this woman thinking right now?
Did she really not notice his cock?
That was impossible. Even before he approached, her eyes had been locked onto his crotch.
In her eyes, amidst the shame and fear, there was a clear spark of excitement and anticipation.
Myungho began to truly realize the terrifying power of his EX-rank Pheromone arousal effect.
Myungho decided to cast aside his conscience and reason, choosing instead to focus entirely on his desires.
It seemed this woman was practically begging for him to do something to her.
Pushing his anxieties aside, he pretended to pluck something from her hair while pressing his crotch closer to her face.
Nudge.
My cock brushed against Yuna's cheek.
"Ah...♡"
Gulp!
Her throat bobbed as she swallowed hard.
Ah... it actually touched her.
Myungho relished the sensation of her cheek against his cock through the thin fabric of his shorts as he reached for her hair.
"Ugh! Mmmph...♡"
Rub... rub...
As he rubbed his cock against her face under the guise of searching for dust in her hair, her lips were squished, and a soft whimper escaped her.
"Inhale...♡ Haa...♡ Inhale...♡ Haa...♡"
Whoa!
He could feel Yuna greedily inhaling the scent of his cock, his sweat, and his musk.
I slowly stroked her hair, using my cock to feel the warmth of her breath and the contours of her face as much as possible.
Even as I rubbed against her, her gaze remained locked onto my crotch, her eyes tracking its every movement.
"Sniff... haah...♡ Sniff... haaaah...♡ Ahhh...♡"
Her breathing grew heavier, her hot, panting breath tickling his shaft. She nuzzled her face against him, rubbing vigorously as if trying to scratch an itch.
He could feel the texture of her nose, her soft lips, and her cheeks pressing against his tip, his shaft, and his balls.
The sheer depravity of the situation, combined with the soft, friction-filled stimulation, caused pre-cum to bead at the tip of Myungho's cock.
Just thinking about how she was feeling his cock with her entire face filled him with an overwhelming sense of dominance. He felt like he could cum from the mental stimulation alone.
"Haaah...♡ Ah...♡ Ugh!"
She was gagging from the pungent, raw smell of his cock even as she greedily inhaled it.
She must have felt humiliated and ashamed, yet she didn't resist at all. She clearly had a massive masochistic streak.
Watching her gag while desperately sniffing his cock only fueled his sadistic urges.
Because his athletic shorts were so thin, he could feel every thick vein on his shaft catching against her nose and lips.
Soon, the pre-cum soaking through the thin fabric began to smear across Yuna's face.
Slick! Slick!
Wet with sweat, her breath, and his pre-cum, the fabric of his shorts glided over her face even more smoothly and rapidly.
The constant friction made his cock feel burning hot.
Between the eroticism of the situation and the intense physical pleasure, his cock felt like it was about to burst.
I grabbed the back of her head and slowly guided her, rubbing my cock against her face.
"Mmmph...♡ Haa... ugh...♡ Ah...!♡ Mnh...!♡"
Rub... rub...
She didn't resist at all. Instead, she held her breath, trying to endure and accept the situation.
Honestly, if he had really just been plucking something from her hair, he would have finished long ago.
But Myungho grew bolder, gripping the back of her head tightly and pressing his cock firmly against her face.
As he pressed and rubbed harder, the friction made his balls and shaft burning hot.
The pungent odor rising from his heated groin was so intense that even he could smell it clearly.
Yuna's face looked completely dazed and intoxicated, as if she were high on drugs.
Her face was already smeared with his bodily fluids, thoroughly coated in the scent of his cock.
This depraved act, incomparable to ordinary sex, was an incredibly powerful stimulant for Myungho.
Every part of her face—her lips, nose, cheeks, and eyes—stimulated him as if they were the ribbed walls of a vagina.
Slick! Slick!
Coated in fluids and heated by the constant friction, her soft face felt exactly like a warm pussy.
As he kept grinding against her face, the intense pleasure finally brought him to the brink of ejaculation.
Her innocent face completely shattered his self-control.
I'm going to cum all over her face-pussy!!
"Spurt...♡ Spurt...! ...Shoot...♡ Spurt!"
Even though he was wearing his athletic shorts, the sheer force of his ejaculation caused his semen to soak right through the fabric and spray onto her face.
The semen that filtered through the fabric was slightly thinner, less viscous, and carried a milder scent than what remained inside his shorts.
Despite the massive volume of his release, only a normal amount managed to penetrate the fabric and coat her face.
Quite a bit of it got onto her hair, cheeks, and even into her mouth.
Since her mouth had been slightly open, most of it was dripping down.
Seeing this, Myungho's cock showed no signs of softening.
Even after ejaculating, his rock-hard shaft cast a long shadow over her face.
In his frenzy, he had used her face like a masturbation sleeve, marking her as if she were his personal property.
Am I going to jail for this?
The sudden anxiety over how she would react and what excuse he could possibly make finally caused his erection to subside.