Filling My First Love's Mouth
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“Kuh, hngh...!”
Jo Minji’s eyes widened as if they might tear, her cheeks swelling rapidly. She instinctively pressed her lips tight, trapping the overflowing semen inside.
“D-don’t spill it here! You have to swallow it all!”
Honestly, it wouldn’t have mattered much if she spilled, but I said it anyway. Jo Minji flailed her hands in a cute panic. When her mouth reached its limit, she had no choice but to move her throat.
“Gulp, khaak...!”
With her eyes squeezed shut, she struggled to swallow the thick load. My semen was unusually viscous, sticky, and there was so much of it... it must have been difficult for someone with no experience like Jo Minji. Tears welled up at the corners of her tightly shut eyes.
But she worked her throat desperately, managing not to spill a single drop.
“Gulp... gulp... gulp...!”
“Huu... haa...!”
My semen... went down into Jo Minji’s stomach. Even though I had just finished, my cock grew even harder. I slowly pulled it out from between her pursed lips.
Pop!
Jo Minji couldn’t quite swallow everything. Her cheeks remained slightly puffed as she made a miserable face. She really must have had a hard time swallowing it all. I reached out and stroked her head.
“Haa... thanks. Good girl~”
I expected her to slap my hand away for treating her like a child, but she stayed still. Instead, her face flushed red and her eyes darted around nervously, as if she was debating whether to push me off.
She was unusually... obedient today. Cute...
“Ujuujuuju... Our Minji is so pretty~ So adorable~”
One hand caressed her cheek while the other tickled her chin. The affection was blatant, almost childish. Normally she would have punched me in the solar plexus, but today Jo Minji’s eyes shimmered with a dazed, blissful look. She closed her eyes tightly and simply savored my touch.
‘C-crazy... She’s so fucking cute...!’
It felt like the proud cat at a friend’s house was rubbing its face against my arm. The overwhelming cuteness and emotion made my hands tremble. My cock twitched along with them.
Why... why is she like this? It feels amazing, but... it’s starting to feel a little scary. The way she dressed today, how unusually sensitive she’s been... She’s changed a lot since we drank together last time.
‘Is it because of the modification?’
It didn’t seem that way. These changes didn’t match the modifications I’d made.
“Uum... huung... uuung...”
Still holding the semen in her mouth, she let out a pleased, cat-like purr. Fuck... I don’t know. She’s so cute my brain has stopped working. Well, good things are good. If I really want to know, I can just ask later.
I kept stroking and tickling Jo Minji for a long while. Eventually, she started rubbing her face against my hand and cock on her own.
“Huung... uum... guuung...”
Fuck... She’s so cute I’m going insane. I want to rape her... I want to get her pregnant...
While I was enjoying the happiest moment of my life, my phone buzzed. It was a text from Park Youngmin telling me to come back since they were almost done.
‘Haa...’
“...Shall we go?”
Swallowing my intense reluctance, I took Jo Minji and headed toward Park Youngmin.
Park Youngmin was walking around the showroom with an employee in tow, chatting enthusiastically. He looked like a fish in water. He really did love cars, just like he claimed.
“Gulp... gulp... Tch, tch... Why are men so obsessed with cars?”
“How would I know.”
Jo Minji, who had finally swallowed the remaining semen, stuck out her tongue. She found it amusing how excited he was, as if he were picking out his own car, so she approached and asked.
“Isn’t it annoying? You’re the one helping me, yet you seem more excited than I am.”
“Oh, you’re here. Annoying? It’s fucking fun. When else would I get to configure a 300 million won car in my life? And seriously, like I’m actually buying it.”
“Hmm... right.”
Still, it was my car, so I felt a little bad just leaving everything to him. I asked hesitantly.
“So... how do you look at lap times and horsepower and stuff?”
“You don’t need to look at lap times, horsepower, or zero-to-sixty. You’re not going to be driving a Benz like a maniac on a track, are you?”
“But people always talk about that stuff when they mention cars.”
“That’s what car enthusiasts say when they watch demo videos. What a car lover looks at and what someone who’s actually buying a car looks at are different. You’re the one buying the car.”
Is that so? Even so, since I was the one buying it, it felt wrong to just leave it all to him. Maybe I should have studied up a bit beforehand.
“Then what should I look at?”
“Lap times, horsepower, speed—those aren’t things car companies can’t measure. They just choose not to because it sacrifices ride quality. Ride quality comes from overall balance.”
“Uh... yeah... so?”
“Real happiness comes from ride quality, so that’s what matters. The three biggest factors determining ride quality are the engine, transmission, and suspension. Suspension can be sporty or comfortable. Sporty settings feel stable at higher speeds, while comfortable settings feel stable at lower speeds. The transmission is just as important...”
“Wait, wait. Stop there. So basically, I have to choose between speed and comfort, right? Enough with the complicated stuff.”
“But honestly, if you spend over 100 million won, you get both speed and comfort.”
“...Then why did you go on about all that confusing stuff?”
“That’s just how car passion works, man. Once you start talking, you can’t stop.”
I stared at Park Youngmin with a blank expression and didn’t reply. Well... at least seeing how enthusiastic he was made me look forward to the result.
“There are two candidates.”
“What’s the difference?”
“At your price range, performance differences don’t really matter. I’ve set everything for maximum comfort, so just look at the designs.”
Conveniently, two cars were parked side by side for easy comparison.
“This one’s the S-Class Hybrid. It’s a bit more expensive—around 280 million.”
“This one doesn’t look much different from domestic cars, though?”
“...You really have no eye for this, huh?”
I turned to the other car.
“This one’s a Mercedes AMG. The ride will be just a tiny bit more comfortable. You probably won’t feel the difference, though. 270 million.”
“Mercedes? They sell Mercedes at a Benz dealership?”
“...Fuck, this perfect car is going to a guy like you. They merged way back when your great-great-grandfather was born. They’re the same company, you idiot.”
“Huh? Really? They were the same company?”
I genuinely didn’t know. Judging by Jo Minji’s expression, she didn’t either... Huh?
‘Oh, shit...’
That... could it be...?
While I was wondering what to say, Park Youngmin turned toward Jo Minji.
“Minji, you’ll be riding in it a lot, so say something. This bastard... huh?”
Park Youngmin’s gaze locked onto Jo Minji’s face—specifically, the corner of her mouth.
“Uh, uh...”
His eyes trembled with confusion and suspicion. Park Youngmin looked back and forth between me and Jo Minji before opening his mouth.
“M-Minji... there’s hair on your mouth...”
“...?”
Still holding the semen in her mouth, Jo Minji had a single curly, thick strand of hair stuck to her lips.
My pubic hair.
‘Shit.’
Proof that she had sucked my cock. It was fucking hot.
Jo Minji carefully plucked the hair off. When she examined its shape, her face turned crimson. Covering her mouth full of semen, she bolted for the bathroom.
“Uh...”
The suspicion in Park Youngmin’s eyes turned to shock and certainty. He stared at me with wide eyes.
“...Holy shit.”
“Yeah, that’s how it is.”
He nodded with his mouth hanging open.
“...I was wondering when you two would finally hook up. Congrats. Actually, she’s the one who should be congratulated.”
“When we’d hook up? Was it that obvious?”
I had looked at Jo Minji with dirty intentions plenty of times, but I’d always been careful around others.
“Yeah. Everyone in the office knew except you. Or were you pretending not to know on purpose?”
“Huh? Everyone knew except me? Knew what?”
I had no idea what he was talking about. Park Youngmin tilted his head.
“What? So it wasn’t you who confessed—it was Jo Minji?”
“...?”
“Jo Minji’s always liked you.”
“...What?”
...What the hell is he talking about?