Chapter 82: Pervert? "Lick This?"
Moon Sojeong's pupils shook as she heard Shin Jaewoo's command. But it was already too late to back out and say she hated it. She'd already declared she'd be his second, so even if she wasn't skilled at it, she was determined to satisfy him completely on a sexual level.
Whew.
She took a deep breath. Her long tongue touched the tip of Shin Jaewoo's glans. The squishy, sticky sensation against her tongue was indescribable in any simple terms. One thing was certain, though—"delicious" didn't fit. It didn't taste good at all. But just as she was about to voice that, she flinched.
"How is it?"
Shin Jaewoo's face held a mischievous glint. He was clearly enjoying teasing her.
Hmph. It didn't feel bad at all. Not his lewd instructions, nor even his earlier possessive declaration that she shouldn't meet other men. But at the same time, a spark of competitive pride ignited inside her.
"Does it taste good?"
She ignored his repeated prodding and instead opened her mouth wide, sliding his cock inside without being told. The moment she looked up at him, she caught his surprised reaction. It sent a little thrill through her. But she was just as flustered—and regretful.
This is... way harder than I thought.
She wasn't shoving it deep enough to trigger her gag reflex. Even so, that fishy nausea welled up. And what hurt even more was her jaw. She had to stretch it open far wider than expected.
Shin Jaewoo grimaced.
"Don't let your teeth touch."
It wasn't easy. Her jaw throbbed. She was about to pull back when his hand clamped the back of her head, holding her in place.
Gulp. Glurk. Slurp.
"Just suck it like that. Careful with the teeth. Oh, and every time they touch, you'll get punished."
She glared up at him. But Shin Jaewoo seemed even more aroused in that moment.
Watching him, she endured, little by little. Her jaw ached terribly, but she bore it. And she wasn't the only one suffering.
"Ngh. Your teeth are still grazing."
He began gently moving her head, creating a slow pistoning motion. Each thrust made his thick shaft brush her teeth. She flinched every time, straining to open wider, her struggle obvious. AV actresses made it look effortless, but there was no comparing her first time to their experience.
Still...
She lacked the eye to judge it herself, but she had talent.
Even so, it wouldn't bring him to climax like this. And above all, her pussy was too worn out to serve as a toy anymore.
He withdrew from her mouth.
"Gah! Hack, hack."
She coughed violently, spitting thick strands of saliva onto the floor. It was filthy, yet intensely erotic.
"For someone who boldly shoved it in her mouth, you've got a long way to go."
Strange. It felt like some inner lock in Shin Jaewoo's mind had sprung open. Teasing words—beyond mere playfulness—flowed from him freely.
Moon Sojeong shot him glares each time. But that was all; she didn't push him away.
"You know you deserve punishment, right?"
He delivered the cruel verdict.
"Really... picking on a total newbie like this?"
"You started it first."
"...You're such a bad guy."
How many times had she said that now?
"...So, what's the punishment?"
Strange. She should have felt wronged, furious even, but her voice carried a faint, heated anticipation. Like she was looking forward to it.
"Hmm..."
As he spoke, Shin Jaewoo slipped his hand into her bra. Her overflowing breasts squished and deformed in his grasp.
"Hng...!"
A short moan escaped her. A blend of tolerable pain and electric pleasure. Itchy, yet addictively intoxicating.
"Take this off first."
"Haaah... Okay."
When he pulled his hand away, she reached back herself, unhooking the clasp. The bra fell away, her breasts bouncing heavily. Big enough to make one wonder about the letter size.
F or G cup at least...
He considered asking, then let it go. Instead, he slid his hand between her armpit and side, lifting her effortlessly and seating her on his thigh.
"Eh?"
While she blinked in surprise, he leaned in for a kiss, just as she'd done to him earlier. As his face approached, her eyebrows quivered, and her eyes fluttered shut.
Their soft lips met. Her mouth had held his cock moments ago, which felt odd, but he shoved the thought aside. She was too captivating to stop now.
Instead, he focused on the feel of her flesh over any faint scent. He kneaded her massive breasts freely while they kissed—softly at times, like molding slime at others. It was less about pleasuring her and more about indulging his possessiveness and the sensations.
Even that alone made Moon Sojeong squirm. Soon, he gripped one thick nipple between his fingers, tormenting it.
"Haaah... Ng. Kng."
The feeling of her nipple rolling between a man's rough fingers, lightly pinched and tugged—it was all unfamiliar, lewd pleasure to her.
I kept calling Oppa a pervert... but maybe I'm the real one.
Smack!
"Kyaa!"
Ending the hazy kiss, he slapped between her thigh and ass cheek once more. The ripple of flesh delighted his eyes.
"Next, let's head to the bedroom."
"Haa... Yes."
She flinched at his words. The bedroom meant even her last piece of underwear wouldn't protect her anymore.
Smack!
He'd gotten a taste for it, striking her ass again. Not painful, but startling enough.
"Time to get up."
Her ears flushed red. She rose from where she'd been nestled against his thigh. Only then did she realize something else.
What the...?
Just like the stain she'd seen on his panties when she undressed him earlier—maybe even worse—her own underwear was soaked.
She didn't want him noticing.
Thankfully, Shin Jaewoo paid it no mind. He stripped off his pants and underwear, then shed his shirt in the rising heat. He squeezed her fidgeting, near-naked ass as she stood there.
"Hng!"
"What were you staring at so intently?"
His body was now fully nude. Hers was no different.
"W-what do you mean, staring?!"
With her embarrassed shout, the two headed to the bedroom. It was finally Moon Sojeong's private space. The bed had white bedding and pillows. The room itself was mostly white—minimal, impeccably clean.
No time to clean, and yet...
In this regard, Moon Sojeong definitely passed as bride material, Shin Jaewoo thought. He hadn't asked her intentions, but seriously considering her as his woman didn't seem so bad.
"...Take off your panties and lie down. And just in case, want to lay a towel on the bed?"
It was a considerate question since she'd said it was her first time. This was her home, after all—if blood stained the sheets, she'd be the one at a loss.
Blushing furiously, she nodded.
"...Yeah, I'll do that."
She slipped into the adjoining bathroom—a narrow space between the bedroom and bath with a vanity—and grabbed a towel. She held it over her crotch as she returned, her panties now gone.
Thank god he didn't see how wet it was.
That was her inner thought amid it all. If he'd caught sight of her panties with a blatant wet spot like an axe gash, the humiliation would've been lethal.
Shin Jaewoo lifted the covers.
"Hand me the towel."
He snatched it from where it covered her groin. Now, nothing shielded her body.
He wasn't looking at her yet. Instead, he spread the towel on the bed and issued his next order.
"Lie down."
"...Okay."
It was mortifying. Still, having come this far, she didn't want to refuse him. She crawled onto the bed, hands planted on the mattress as she moved forward. The pose naturally evoked a dog on all fours.
An odd thought crossed Shin Jaewoo's mind.
"...No. Don't lie down."
"Huh?"
"Don't lie down. Get on your stomach just like that."
"L-like this?"
"Yeah. Now spread your back legs a little more..."
His command. The words "back legs"—or maybe the pose itself—made her feel truly like a dog. It was too embarrassing, too humiliating. And yet... she couldn't deny how stimulating it was.
Ah. I really am a pervert.