What Happened When They Were Alone (3)
Slurp…
In that strange, charged atmosphere, the liquor was starting to go to Se-eun’s head. The mere size of him made her mouth feel crowded and awkward, and the wet sounds her saliva made as it mixed with his cock against the soft lining of her mouth seemed far too loud, impossible to ignore. A wave of embarrassment and shame rose up in her all at once.
But she told herself it was only the anxiety his cock inspired, only the alcohol creeping a little higher through that peculiar mood—and with that excuse, Se-eun kept going, doing her best at a blowjob.
The big, smooth head of him was almost like fruit. Full of blood and vital force, it bounced elastically against her tongue as if trying to seduce it, and her tongue kept wanting to explore that sensation—
This isn’t Minjae.
She tried to smother the thought with that simple fact.
Se-eun was not the sort of woman who lacked self-esteem. There were many reasons for that. A family that had never been stingy with love. Grades that rewarded her effort. But the deepest foundation of it all was her own face. Throughout school, and even after she entered university, she had received countless confessions. She had never deliberately turned those into confidence, but the way men looked at her, the way they behaved around her, had hardened her self-worth enough that she could shrug off the rumor that she was “easy”—a rumor that existed only because of her two closest friends.
…Why… why isn’t he reacting at all…
Even as she served him like this, Won-chul didn’t so much as twitch the way Minjae always did. He simply sat there, receiving her service without the slightest movement, and that stillness made Se-eun’s heart start to flutter with restless irritation.
Slurp. Suck…
Her feelings were all wrong. There was no reason this should feel good—doing this for a man who wasn’t Minjae. And yet at the same time she wanted to pull some kind of reaction out of Won-chul. Her brow furrowed tighter and tighter as she kept working her mouth.
“Not like that.”
“…Huh?”
“You said Minjae liked it? Here. Purse your lips out so your teeth don’t touch.”
Far from enjoying her service, he shifted his posture and started correcting her, as if she were doing it wrong. A flash of irritation spiked through her—
Then, lightly, his solid hand settled on top of her head.
That alone sent a metallic click through the lock on Se-eun’s pride. A crack began to form.
“No teeth.”
“….”
“Use your tongue and the inside of your mouth.”
Following Won-chul’s instructions meant moving facial muscles she had never used this way before, and shame came with it. Did she look strange with her lips stretched out like that? What kind of expression was she making right now?
But just as that thought rose—
His hand stroked lightly over Se-eun’s hair.
“Like that. Use more of your tongue, too. Good girl.”
“….”
There was no reason praise like that should feel good. And yet a small thread of relief unwound through the tension she had been holding alone, and through that gap the strange atmosphere of the room seeped into her heart.
“That’s it.”
No one had ordered her to, but she began moving her mouth more actively, as if to prove something. This was nothing like the clumsy blowjobs she had given Minjae. This was a real woman’s fellatio. The foreign fullness still felt awkward enough that she couldn’t take him deep yet, but without her even realizing it, her tongue and the insides of her cheeks were starting to shape themselves toward satisfying a man more completely.
“That’s how you do it.”
“….”
Praise, delivered while he stroked her hair.
I’m not doing this to get praised…
She had only been trying to bring him closer to climax. There was no reason Won-chul’s compliments should land. If anything, they should have made her feel worse.
They should have…
It felt strange, accepting his hands like this. When the stroking stopped, she hesitated without meaning to—and then those same hands closed around the heavy breasts hanging between his thighs.
“—!”
For a moment she couldn’t breathe. He cupped the weight of them as if appraising them, then swept upward, slow and soft. As his fingers drifted closer and closer to her nipples, Se-eun’s blowjob only grew faster.
This is weird…
She thought of Minjae. A lot of time seemed to have passed. Talking. Drinking. Then into his arms on the bed, his hands treating her body like something to be inspected. How long had she been sucking him? Her jaw was starting to ache.
Is he still waiting there…? Minjae.
She hadn’t expected it to take this long. Missionary, once. An hour at most, she’d thought. The instinctive resistance in her only grew the longer this strange atmosphere stretched on—because she could feel herself changing.
After playing with her nipples for a long while, Won-chul quietly drew his hips back.
“Ah…”
He caught the waist of Se-eun, who was staring up at him with wide eyes, and carefully laid her down on the bed. The cock she had been sucking for so long gleamed, coated in her spit. The size of it, the smooth head, stood out even more like that. But neither Won-chul’s demeanor nor the state of his cock looked anywhere near climax.
“…Hah… hahh…”
When he took hold of her hips, Se-eun’s breathing grew rough. Without a word he lifted her pelvis and pulled her panties down, quick but gentle—and there it was, Se-eun’s pussy, glistening with the wetness that had already spilled between her folds.
“I noticed it last time, too.”
“…Yes?”
“You get incredibly wet, Se-eun.”
“….”
She turned her face away in shame. Won-chul reached with his long arm, picked up the condom from beside the bed, tore it open, and rolled it down over himself.
I… I’ll be fine, right? He doesn’t seem like the type to do anything truly awful…
She didn’t think he would break their agreement now. What frightened her was herself. Almost as soon as she had entered this room, the space between her legs had started to itch. She was still scared of his cock—and at the same time…
“Don’t worry.”
“…What? About what…”
As if he had read her expression, Won-chul tossed the wrapper carelessly to the floor.
“This is the only condom I have.”
“…Ah. Okay…”
Ready, Won-chul brushed his fingers lightly over her pussy. When she flinched and lifted her hips, he pressed his own flush against her crotch.
“I’m putting it in.”
“….”
He lined the head up. Faced with that long, thick cock, Se-eun squeezed her eyes shut and tried to summon Minjae’s face.
I’m… so scared. Honey…
Won-chul’s head nudged gently at her entrance. He stroked the wet length of her up and down as if confirming the hole—then pushed straight into the slick, overflowing heat of her.
“—Hieuh!”
A reaction she hadn’t even expected from herself.
It’s… different. From last time… Why?
The sensation was different. From inside a pussy that clenched him with tight, dense folds, a feeling she had never experienced before unfurled. She had no time to find the reason. Won-chul’s powerful muscles immediately began a light, steady piston, and—
“Ah! Augh—j-just—nnh! Aaaah!”
Pleasure twisted Se-eun’s upper body out of her control. Every thrust of Won-chul’s upward-angled cock scraped through her depths. Different. Different. Strange. Wait— She didn’t even know what kind of sounds she was making.
Slap! Slap-slap-slap!
So full of wetness that every impact made a filthy, squelching sound between Se-eun’s thighs. Every time his cock drove deep and fast, slick poured out between her folds and soaked the sheets.
“Hi—iguh—haang! Ah! Nnh! Oooh!”
Pleasure carved itself into her at a level she could barely endure. Se-eun clawed at the sheets hard enough to tear them, thrashing—and Won-chul seemed to like the sight of it. As if rewarding her, he found the little red pearl under its pink hood with his fingers—
“—Hi, hiiiiih!”
Se-eun came for the first time almost at once. Her pussy convulsed and clamped down around his cock. But just like last time, Won-chul gave her no room to sink into the aftershocks.
“Eh! No! You can’t—! Aheuk!”
He ravaged the hypersensitive mound right after her climax. Four or five harder thrusts in a row, and the last thread of reason snapped far too easily.
Different. Different. From last time. From Minjae. Different.
Slap! Slap!
The wet collisions of flesh and the sticky, grinding sound of her soaked pussy filled the room. Se-eun’s own screams—moans like cries, torn from a body gleaming with sweat, her massive breasts heaving—didn’t even reach her own ears. The word she had never once cried out before—I’m coming—might even have slipped past her lips.
She could not get used to the cock that kept entering and leaving her. Slap. Slap. Every time Won-chul’s hips drove deep between her thighs, another piece of the armor around Se-eun fell away—one, then two.
When she came back to herself after yet another climax, she found she was buried against Won-chul’s chest, clinging to him hard, with him still buried deep inside her. A foreign weight sat in her belly. Inside a pussy raw with oversensitivity, his cock throbbed, and she felt the head swell at the tip.
“Hah… hahh… nnh…”
She had screamed so much that her own voice sounded strange to her. Was it over? The climax she so rarely reached with Minjae. She couldn’t even guess how much time had passed—or how many times she had come in between.
Slowly, his cock dragged free, scraping her as it went. Even after he came, Won-chul’s cock was still hard, a bead of semen hanging heavy in the condom at the tip. Her body kept shuddering in fits; there was no sign of it settling anytime soon.
“Nngh. Hn. Ugh.”
The opposite of the carefully slightly-lewd moans she made with Minjae. Crude, breathless sounds that still proved how thoroughly Won-chul had ruined her from the inside.
Over…
Won-chul came closer, but she had no strength left to react. He sat beside the limp Se-eun and immediately closed a hand over one of her big breasts.
“Aueuk!”
Pain? No. A sharp electric jolt raced from the stiff nipple caught between his fingers. Won-chul’s mouth moved as if he were saying something, but she couldn’t hear a sound. Only when the trembling in her lower belly began to ease, and her ears slowly opened again—
“—What do you want to do, Se-eun?”
“…Huh?”
For some reason she was still holding onto Won-chul. It felt almost as if she were the one clinging to him.
“I already told Minjae you’d be staying the night and sent him home.”
“….”
Minjae… ah. Right. She had come here because of Minjae’s preferences.
“So what do you want to do?”
“About what…”
“The condom I just used was the last one. Remember?”
In Se-eun’s eyes: Won-chul’s bare cock. The same cock that had pierced her, scraped her, crushed her from the inside. Unlike before, when she had been only ashamed and afraid right up until insertion—now she couldn’t tear her eyes away from that thing.
“Well? Se-eun.”
He’s asking me what I’m going to do…
She had never even had sex without a condom with Minjae. Someday—after a really good date, when they were both more serious about the future—she had wanted to give him the inside of her with nothing covering it. And yet right now, why—
Hahh. Hahh.
Se-eun’s breathing grew rough again, little by little. The arms locked around Won-chul refused to let go.
A clear trickle of wetness slipped out between her folds again and ran down beneath her hips.
I didn’t sleep a single wink.
I waited in the lobby for over an hour for Se-eun, who showed no sign of coming down. Then I got a text from Won-chul hyung and went home alone.
As if a few words like that could soothe my anxiety.
Alone in my quiet studio apartment, phone clutched in my hand the whole time, all I could see in my head was Se-eun and Won-chul hyung. No matter how hard I tried to think of something else—no matter what I did—the image of Won-chul hyung and Se-eun having sex wouldn’t leave my mind. Over and over I almost called them, then pulled my hand back.
He’d send her back tomorrow? But the night was far too long to just sit and wait.
No. This is wrong. This isn’t what an invitation man is supposed to be. This isn’t even the direction I wanted. Not like this—I…
Even while thinking all of that, why the hell was my cock—
Getting harder. Getting bigger.
Time after time I almost put my hand on it, and in the end I just sat there helpless until dawn.
It really should have been time for some kind of contact by now, right?
I was about to pick up my phone and call Won-chul hyung when—
Ding-dong.
The moment the doorbell rang I threw the phone aside and bolted for the door. Se-eun? It had to be Se-eun.
“…I… I’m back.”
Se-eun stood there breathing out white puffs of air, a deep flush across her face. I wanted to believe it was just the cold.
But strangely, down below, I was throbbing hard all over again.