Are You Jealous?
I pull up near the bus stop by the apartment, and Ayoung is already waiting. The old ajumma vibe is completely gone. Standing there is a woman who knows what it's like to fuck a man. She spots my car and brushes her hair behind her ear, embarrassed but buzzing with excitement. Even at this late hour, she's got makeup on—probably stood in front of the mirror wanting to look good for me.
I lean over as she climbs into the passenger seat. She closes her eyes naturally. Mwah. Her lips brush mine lightly, carrying a minty scent. I can picture her brushing her teeth, hoping for a kiss. I nudge her lips with the tip of my tongue, and they part, wrapping around mine. Slurp, smack. Her breath leaks out against my nose.
After the kiss, with her body heating up, I ask, "Wait long?"
"No, I just came out."
"What about Woochan?"
"He's studying in his room."
"What'd you tell him?"
"I... said I was meeting some neighborhood ladies for a bit."
"Yeah? So you've got time?"
"Y-yeah."
I start the car. Ayoung keeps glancing at me, like she wants to ask something.
"What?"
"N-nothing."
"I hate it when girls beat around the bush."
Ayoung hesitates, then speaks. "D-did you... meet a... woman?"
I can't help but laugh. "D-don't laugh."
"Why? Do I smell?"
"N-no, it's not that... but."
"Be honest."
"...Yeah... there's a... scent."
Maybe it's Jinhee's perfume lingering. Ayoung's lips pout, her face sulking. Her timid attitude is cute.
"Are you jealous?"
"N-no... it's not that..."
"..."
"I-I'm just an ajumma, older and all... so that's natural..."
I pull over to the side of the road. Turning to her, I say, "Ajumma."
"Yeah."
"What did I tell you?"
"W-what?"
"I said if I like you, I won't throw you away."
"Yeah."
"I said I want you. So I won't ever toss you aside. Don't worry."
Ayoung's earlobes flush red. She dips her head slightly, but her lips curve up. I lean in, cup her chin, and press my lips to hers slowly. Mwah, slurp. Her hand grabs my arm.
"Hngh... mm."
Her hot breath slips between our lips. It's a signal begging me to shove it in right here. But if I do it now, I'll have to wash the car again... Screw going to the hotel—let's just do it and figure it out later.
I hike up Ayoung's clothes and grab her breast. Her back presses into the seat as our kiss deepens.
The next day. After class ends and everyone's gone, I sit in the same chair from yesterday, legs spread. Jinhee stands in front of me, exuding confidence. The difference is her expression—full of self-assurance as she looks down at me. Less tension, more competitive fire. She's clearly prepared something solid.
"I'll show you for real this time."
I smirk at her words. "What, did you study porn or something?"
Heat rushes to Jinhee's face. "N-no, that's not it!"
She yells in a shrill voice, but she can't hide the blush. For real? Prepping like this—she's no ordinary pushover.
Her cocky declaration makes me chuckle. Guess my jab yesterday about her not being able to do it really stung her pride. I can imagine her grinding her teeth all night, looping videos. Still, she's put in the effort, so I need to pay her properly to keep this deal going.
I pull the USB from my pocket and dangle it between my fingers. "Anyway, if you do a proper job with your mouth, this is yours."
Jinhee's eyes lock on the USB. "For sure?"
"All the school violence files."
"Good."
Short and sharp. No hesitation—her sister's name is on the line, after all.
I tuck the USB away and lean back against the chair, spreading my legs lazily. Jinhee smooths her skirt with one hand and squats down in front of me. As her knees hit the classroom floor, her suit skirt stretches taut over her thighs. Between her stocking-clad thighs, her ass curves out roundly. Looking down, her skirt strains to bursting with that perfect line.
Fuu. Hard to hold back. What an ass—top-tier.
Jinhee's fingers grab the zipper. Less trembling than yesterday. The zzzzip echoes clearly in the empty room. She pulls down my pants, revealing the bulge straining my underwear. Her throat bobs. Her gaze sticks there, not moving. She glances up at me, then hooks her fingers into my waistband. Carefully tugging it down, my cock springs out toward her face.
Yesterday she turned away like it was a monster, but today she doesn't flinch. Her brow furrows in disgust, though.
"Hoo..."
She sighs long, then reaches out to grip the shaft. Better pressure control than yesterday. Her fingers knead it with real feel now. In one day? Impressive learning curve.
She peeks at my expression, then lowers her head. Her lips part, gathering spit. She drips it carefully onto the tip. Clear saliva trickles slowly down the shaft. Ooh. My admiration slips out, and her shoulders twitch up slightly. Happy to get praise for her blowjob skills? It's cute—I laugh.
Realizing her reaction from my laugh, her ears turn red, heat crawling up her neck. "Shut up. Let me focus."
She snaps, but her hands don't stop. She spreads the saliva evenly over the shaft with her fingers. As her wet palm slides over it, the sensation is worlds better than yesterday. Slender fingers wrap around, stroking up and down. Her thumb joins, gently rubbing the tip. Circling the ridge—definite technique now. Her eyes are serious as she works it, staring down. Every twitch gets a quick glance at my face, a hint of enjoyment creeping in. She doesn't realize it, but her focused observation is pretty hot.
Look at her getting cocky. Precum beads at the tip. It sticks to her thumb; she grimaces but smears it along the shaft. The slicker it gets, the faster the rhythm. Feeling it harden more in her grip, she squeezes harder.
"You said with your mouth, right?"
She looks up. "I... will."
Voice sharp, but hesitating with just her hands. After agonizing with the shaft in her grip, she squeezes her eyes shut, then opens them. Big swallow, then she brings her lips to the tip. Softness touches down. Her lips. Hot breath grazes it, and my cock twitches reflexively. Her brows knit, but she doesn't back off.
"Nngh..."
A muffled groan from her throat. Brow furrowed tight, she takes the tip between her lips without spitting it out. The cock smell must be hitting her nose hard, but she's holding steady. Her tongue tip touches the head, rubbing the surface slowly, exploratively. Wet tongue strokes the underside—zap from my hips. Tasting precum, her face scrunches more.
"Dirty."
She pulls off to complain, but sticks her tongue right back out. Clumsy, but the licking upward has real sensation. As her tongue circles, the wet inside of her cheeks brushes too. "First time, huh? You're way too good."
I tease with a chuckle; her tongue stops, eyes glaring up. Offended look. "It is my first time."
Extra emphasis on "first." "How do I know?"
Her ears flush again. "Don't believe me then, whatever."
Gruff, she dives back in. Tongue flicks, lapping the ridge. Slowly sliding along the skin, leaving wet trails. Watching, I ask, "Never dated?"
Tongue pauses. "...No."
"Not once?"
"..."
No answer, but as expected. "Why? You're a beauty with a killer body."
"I know."
Casual slip while tonguing. She knows she's hot—makes me smirk. "Come to think of it, your sister was average, right?"
Her hand stops. Head lifts, gripping the shaft, glaring fiercely. "Not taking it back?"
I nod at the USB; her body tenses, then relaxes. Teeth gritted, she lowers her lips to the tip again. Smack, smack. Sucking sounds echo wetly in the quiet room. Annoyance all over her face, but lips stay put.
"Must've been compared to her a lot."
Her teeth graze the head lightly. Cock twitches. Not on purpose—emotions messing her up. "Stop."
"You're the beauty, top student, taking care of your sister too."
"I said stop!"
Colder this time. Lips on the head, eyes up with raw anger. "Don't wanna hear it? Then hurry up."
Her eyes narrow. Stops teasing licks, opens wide. Head slides in. "Urk... mmph."
Small mouth—tip alone fills it. Cheeks hollow and bulge with the outline. Disgust paints her face, but she starts bobbing. Slurp. Saliva-filled mouth slurps wetly on every stroke. Lips squeeze the shaft up and down; lower lip snaps elastically under the ridge. Slurp, slurp. Tongue plays inside now—flat against underside, tip probing the slit. Precum and spit mix, oozing out, dripping down the shaft. Clumsy but desperate. Determination to finish quick in every lick. Tight mouth means occasional teeth grazes, covered quick by her tongue. Learning from mistakes on the fly. Elites shine even here.
"You really practiced hard, huh? With what?"
I taunt down at her. She scowls up, cock in mouth, but doesn't stop. Head drops again, swallowing the tip. Suction stronger now. Orgasm builds fast. Squeezing from my base spreads to the tip. Cock thickens in her mouth. Her eyes widen. Feels the swell. Hesitates—pull out? She decides, cheeks hollowing hard, sucking tight. Squeeeze.Grk. Groan escapes. Hips buck. Splurt. Hot load floods her mouth.
"—Ah."
Her eyes go wide. More volume and feel than expected—pupils shake. Can't hold, pulls off. Shaft pops out, semen stringing from her lips. But I'm not done. Splurt, spluuurt. White ropes paint her face. Covers it all; remnants spill from her open mouth.
"Kek... hack."
She retches, spitting out the rest. "Ptoo... ptuh..."
Wipes with hand back, but sticky mess spreads between fingers. "W-what the hell."
She glares up, furious—but cheeks flushed under the cum. Heat spreads despite disgust. Rough breaths. She'd call it anger, but right after sucking cock and getting a facial? That's arousal. Makes me wanna torment her more.
"What if you pull out like that suddenly?"
I scold like it's her fault. She glares wide-eyed, but cum dripping off her face kills any protest. I set the USB on the desk. "Anyway, you sucked it—here."
She snatches it. Grabs tissue, wipes her face frantically. Scrubbing cheeks, grimacing at the lingering fishy smell, rubbing her mouth. Gagging, she even wipes her tongue. I smile down. "Need more info, just say."
"Don't need it."
Flat refusal—done with this forever. I chuckle, lean down to her still-kneeling form. Head next to her cum-scented face, I whisper, "The drug records go back five years."
Her hand freezes. Tissue sticks to her cheek. "...What?"
"Hospital records mentioned addiction tests. Prescriptions started five years ago—before your sister died."
Her eyes stop. Breath catches; body still. She gets it fast. Drugs before the violence hearing. "That... what does."
Her voice shakes. "Nothing's free."
I stand and turn. "Wait—what do you mean."
She scrambles up behind, reaching for my arm. I step ahead. Door opens; behind, her sigh—or curse?—with more shaken than anger.
