All Couples Die
Eun-a sat perched on the edge of the bed, and I climbed onto her thighs.
“Hwaaah…♡”
Feeling the warmth of the semen packed deep into my womb, I let out a heated breath.
Eun-a looked up at me with a thoroughly exhausted face. The reflection of me in her eyes wore a similar expression.
There was no clock in the room. Through my hazy vision I gazed out the window. The far edge of the boundary between night and morning seemed to be growing faintly brighter. Morning still looked a long way off, but it was clear that night was drawing to a close.
Roughly… a little past four?
Gently rocking my hips, I milked every last drop of cum still left in Eun-a’s cock while desperately trying to think. I had no idea how many times we’d climaxed or how many times she’d come. The number didn’t seem all that high, though. In between the waves of drowsiness and the endless pleasure, my consciousness had blacked out more than once. There were moments when I opened my eyes to find us staring at each other in mutual bewilderment. When Eun-a lost consciousness I would suck her cock alone while waiting for her to come around; other times she would be using my pussy while mindlessly sucking on my breasts.
“We should… stop, right?”
“Yeah…”
“Your sister probably heard everything.”
“…It’s fine. The soundproofing’s good…”
Eun-a buried her face in my chest and answered in a voice thick with sleep. When I carefully pulled her into my arms and patted her back, she cooed like a baby and nuzzled her face into my cleavage.
“But… you’re still hard?”
“Because Senior’s pussy feels too good.”
A faint note of regret colored her voice. She looked desperately sleepy, yet she didn’t seem ready to give up on sex either.
I gave my body a light shake to drive off the drowsiness, then cupped both cheeks of my greedy girlfriend and lifted her face. I pressed our noses together and kissed her again and again, pecking at her lips.
“Shall we… do it just a little more and then sleep?”
“…Okay.”
Eun-a, who had looked ready to fall into a baby’s deep sleep, snapped her eyes open again and used the bounce of the mattress to slowly roll her hips. The bed creaked with an ominous sound. After days of nonstop sex, its lifespan seemed to have been drastically shortened. Silently thanking the last brilliant sparks of that dying flame, I gently closed my eyes and sealed our lips together.
The tongue I pushed between our joined lips climbed onto Eun-a’s. As if reuniting with a long-lost lover, her tongue coiled around mine with fierce passion and drank down my saliva. Maybe because we hadn’t gotten any real rest and had been overworking ourselves for days, my tongue felt raw and tingly all over. But the addictive kiss with Eun-a wasn’t something mere pain could stop. The more physically exhausted we became, the more we clung to each other, leaning into one another.
Like Eun-a, I was tall for a woman. We hadn’t measured exactly, but we were about the same height. Sitting face-to-face made kissing awkwardly uncomfortable, so it was easier when Eun-a tipped her head back. So I put that into practice.
“Eut—♡”
I lightly gathered the hair that fell into the hand holding her and pulled downward. Eun-a let out a moan soaked in faint pain and masochistic pleasure. In the trembling gaze that met mine I could easily read a flicker of anticipation. I gave her a small smiling look and tilted my head up just a little. Eun-a’s tongue clung pitifully to the tip of mine, begging it not to leave. She drank the droplets of spit that ran down my tongue as if coyly fawning.
Eun-a really loves drinking spit, doesn’t she?♡
Maybe even more than I do. Was it her fetish? Even before we started dating—before I became a woman—we’d traded plenty of dirty jokes, but we’d never shared our secret fetishes. It was the same after we got together. Some people might say it’s weird to talk about that kind of thing after only a few days… but our relationship was already abnormal.
I’ve been dropping subtle hints the whole time…
But Eun-a didn’t seem inclined to reveal that particular fetish of hers. Her bashful side was so cute I didn’t mind. Discovering her preferences one by one like this was fun in its own way—like solving a difficult puzzle.
As Eun-a gradually closed the distance along my tongue, I tightened my grip on her hair and pulled harder.
“Chuuup…♡ Ugh…♡ Hoo…♡ Hoo…♡”
At my mean little tease she furrowed her brow in dissatisfaction and the hand stroking my back tensed. But her expression soon softened and she began wriggling her tongue again, climbing once more. What had started as a light, playful kiss had somehow turned into a kind of game for Eun-a—a game of riding my tongue all the way up to kiss my lips. No matter how hard she tried, a single tug of my hand could send her right back to the starting line. An unfair game. The result was always the same, but then again, with this sort of thing the important part is enjoying the process, isn’t it?
It was true that Eun-a had awakened to sadism while tormenting me. But that didn’t mean the essence of her masochism had disappeared. I was the same way. Through the early hours of the morning we flipped and tumbled, switching offense and defense like a competition, savoring our own private brand of SM.
“Ki… ss…♡ Senior’s kiss…♡”
Spit spilled from between her parted lips. Eun-a cried out pitifully in a crushed, slurred voice. Satisfied enough myself, I gently cradled the back of her head with the hand that had been holding her hair and lifted her fully tipped-back face so she could kiss more easily. Eun-a bit the tip of my tongue and sucked—chuuup—♡ chuuup—♡—as she slowly climbed.
—Throb…♡ Throb…♡
The instant our lips met, semen leaked out as if painting the inside of my womb all over again. Because she’d come so many times before fully recharging, the amount was far from enough. Even so, Eun-a insisted she could come more and steadily increased the bounce, grinding her cock against my vaginal walls.
—Slap♡ Slap♡ Slap♡
Wet flesh met Eun-a’s skin and sticky sounds filled the room. Every time her big ass slammed down with the rebound, vibrations rang deep into my womb. As if we had always been one, we wrapped both arms around each other’s backs. My erect clit rubbed against Eun-a’s smooth, firm abs and the pleasure steadily amplified.
“Heut…♡”
Every time Eun-a’s cock stabbed my womb, a sticky, cute sound rang out—squelch—♡ squelch—♡—almost like the sound of kissing. As my womb was relentlessly crushed, the dynamic between us began to reverse.
Suddenly breaking the kiss, Eun-a slipped a hand under my thighs. She lifted my legs and, still buried inside me, spun me around in one turn. In an instant the position shifted from face-to-face cowgirl to reverse cowgirl. Because my vaginal walls were clinging to the shaft of her cock, the inside twisted and I felt deep pain and pleasure at the same time. Eun-a pressed her lips to the nape of my neck and wrapped both arms around me. After briefly stroking my belly so I could settle, she spread her hands wide, cupped the undersides of my breasts, and slowly kneaded them.
—Knead…♡ Knead…♡
The hands that had been gripping my large breasts overall gradually narrowed toward the tips. My breasts, spread wide left and right, were seized in Eun-a’s hands and squeezed from the roots. It was a heavy pressure completely different from the sharp pleasure of being tormented by her nails.
“Eun—ah…♡ Aang…♡ Khh…♡”
“Hoo…♡ Heut…♡ Senior, Senior♡”
I tried to say something, but the relentless pleasure from both below and above swallowed the words. From my open mouth I spilled moans soaked in pleasure and drool, clinging to consciousness so I wouldn’t black out. As climax made my vaginal walls writhe and squeeze her cock, Eun-a came once more.
“Ook…♡ Ook♡ Ok♡”
—Throb…♡ Throb…♡
—Spurt♡ Spurt, spurt♡
Once, twice… three, four, five. My hypersensitive womb could feel exactly how many times she was coming. Even after she finished, Eun-a didn’t let me go; she kept pushing up into my womb.
—Tssss…♡ Tss♡ Tss♡
Every time a shiver of pleasure raced down my spine, my lower half gushed water in surges. The lewd stream that soaked the bed and everything between my legs pooled on the floor.
“Heut…♡ Eut…♡ I-I’ll pull out?”
“Yeah…♡”
Thinking it was truly dangerous now, I slowly loosened Eun-a’s hands and leisurely lifted my hips. As the cock that had been buried so deep slid free, the folds of my vagina scraped roughly over the glans. Using the cock still trapped between my thighs and inside my pussy as a support, I struggled to raise my body.
—Pop♡
“Auk?!”
The moment I pulled her completely free, a cork-popping sound rang out. With the support gone, my strength gave out and I toppled face-first into the puddle of my own juices. Eun-a hurriedly sat up and helped me.
“Are you okay, Senior?”
“Yeah… I’m fine…”
I rubbed my stinging chin and climbed back onto the bed. The mattress was so soaked it was thoroughly damp, but once I got on top of the covering blanket it was more or less bearable. Eun-a and I lay down in the exact same position we’d been in before we first had sex.
“Good night, Eun-a.”
“Yeah, you too, Senior…”
We didn’t wake until broad daylight. Checking our messages, it seemed Unnie had already left for work. We kept sending apologetic texts, begging forgiveness. After a quick shower we finally opened the bedroom door and stepped out to clean.
Stuck to the door of our room was a sticky note, every single character pressed down with pure resentment.
ALL COUPLES DIE
“…I should call the secretarial team and have them run some errands for Unnie.”
“…Huh?”
“Tell Unnie to go home and rest. For… about two days.”
“Ah…”
I’m sorry, Unnie. Still… we did grant the request you asked for… Please rest comfortably at home…