Now, Strike a V Pose
Ayoung's fingers, resting on my chest underwater, trembled faintly. A long, heavy silence stretched out.
"...O-okay."
Her crushed voice barely escaped her lips. In response, I spread my arms wide as if promising not to touch her, draping them over the edges of the tub. Leaning back leisurely, warm ripples lapped across my chest. Ayoung stared at me blankly, her wet hair cascading down. Before this man who'd tossed out the command to satisfy him but wouldn't lift a finger himself, her eyes wandered uncertainly—what the hell was she supposed to do now? Her flickering pupils darted anxiously between my face and the water below.
After hesitating for ages, Ayoung glanced at me cautiously and inched closer, bit by bit. Her movements through the water were timid and slow. Kneeling on the tub floor, she advanced a handspan at a time until she was near my thigh—but then she froze again. Her hands, placed on her knees, clenched and unclenched repeatedly underwater.
Finally, she tilted her body toward me. Her water-slicked breasts brushed my side, her damp shoulder pressing into the crook of my arm. She rubbed against me teasingly, desperately trying to stir some arousal, but her face—flushed beet red to the tips of her ears—betrayed her utter embarrassment. It was obvious in every clumsy motion from her fingertips to her shoulders: a body that had never seduced a man had no idea what to do.
I threw my gaze to the ceiling and let out a long yawn. Ayoung's movements halted. Her shoulders tensed as her eyes lifted to my face, confusion and shame flashing across them in waves. Anxiety that this wasn't what I wanted spread to her quivering lips. The longer the silence dragged, the more ragged her breathing grew.
At last, as if steeling herself, her hand dipped hesitantly into the water. Her slender fingers fumbled until they found my cock and gripped it. She worked it awkwardly underwater, trying to please me somehow, but even that touch was hopelessly inept—no rhythm, no pressure variation, just meaningless friction. She didn't even know how to move while holding it.
"Sigh..."
My short exhale turned her body to stone. The fingers clutching my cock twitched faintly, freezing in an awkward pose.
"How do you expect to satisfy me like that?"
I asked, eyes lowered. Ayoung dropped her head, her lips trembling violently. I rose from the tub and perched on the edge, legs dangling loosely in the water. Droplets pattered from my wet body onto the surface. Right in front of her nose, my stiff cock filled her vision.
"Use your mouth."
"W-what...?"
"Why so surprised? First time giving a blowjob?"
"H-how could I possibly..."
I stood up irritably, ignoring her trailing words. "Forget it. Pretend it never happened."
As I rose, Ayoung snatched my wrist desperately. Her fingertips quivered. "I'll do it! Just... I'll do it!"
I sat back on the edge and spread my legs. She knelt forward through the water, shoving her face between my thighs. The heat of her nose brushed my skin, and her eyes squeezed shut. Trembling hands gripped the shaft; after agonizing hesitation, she parted her lips as if gritting her teeth and took the tip in.
"Ow! Your teeth!"
I winced at the sharp scrape, and she flinched, hastily opening wider. It was obvious she'd never done this. A total beginner who didn't even know the basics. I stared coldly down at the back of her head, then grabbed a fistful of her wet hair and shoved her down.
"Gack—mmph...!"
She clawed at my thighs as it plunged root-deep in one go. Her shoulders heaved from the pressure in her throat, tears welling in her eyes. When I released her, she yanked back, bracing on the tub floor and coughing violently. Tears streamed down her wet cheeks.
"S-sorry..."
Gazing down at her apologetic, upturned face, I murmured lowly. "Do it right this time."
"O-okay..."
She wiped the bitter saliva from her mouth with the back of her hand and lowered her head between my legs again. This time, she tucked her lips over her teeth carefully, taking the tip like it might shatter. Her wet lashes fluttered visibly from above. Honestly, it didn't feel bad. Maybe she had a natural talent like her pussy—her hot, soft mouth wrapped around the shaft with a thrilling squeeze. But I deliberately acted bored, eyes drifting to the bathroom ceiling. Getting satisfied by a beginner's clumsy efforts would ruin the fun. The more she desperately clung, the more she shriveled at my every reaction—the faster her mind fell into my grasp.
Ayoung worked her jaw to its limit. Sucking with cheeks hollowed, no room to swallow—clear saliva dribbled from the corners, trickling down the shaft to wet my thighs. Slurp, smack. Squelch. The wet friction echoed off the walls, blatant enough to cut through the water sounds. Her earlobes burned crimson. After slaving away like that for a while, she finally pulled off at her limit. Her jaw trembled in spasms; harsh breaths filled the room from between her parted lips.
"J-just... a break... for a sec..."
Her pleading eyes brimmed with desperation. Instead of answering, I furrowed my brow deeply and clicked my tongue sharply. Tsk. That tiny sound made her flinch and curl inward like she'd committed a crime. Ignoring her spasming jaw, she lunged forward to grab me again.
"Enough."
I slapped her reaching hand away roughly and stood. She reeled back, collapsing into the water.
"I-I'll do it right. Just once more, please? One more time..."
Kneeling through the water to clutch my thighs, she was a pitiful sight. Her eyes mixed imminent tears with terror of rejection. She was frantic not to lose the bait of ending the contract right in front of her.
"Whatever. Get out."
Her shoulders visibly relaxed at my curt words. Relief at escaping immediate humiliation washed over her face. But I had no intention of letting that relief linger.
"Know how to soap up? Wash me like you'd wash your son."
Her face drained to ashen gray in an instant. Her eyes, which had softened, hardened again in shock. Watching that, I finally curled my lips into a sly smile.
I stood under the showerhead. Ayoung stayed slumped in the tub, head bowed, motionless for a while. At last, she rose shakily on trembling knees and groped for the body wash on the wall. Grimacing, she pumped foam onto a washcloth. Her hands shook noticeably as she lathered it. Still, she approached and pressed the cloth to my chest. Her fingers twitched at contact, then began rubbing. Her gaze fixed somewhere on my chest, never rising higher.
I slipped the washcloth from her hand. Her eyes widened. Without a word, I slowly rubbed the foamy cloth over her breasts. White suds trailed down them as I murmured lowly.
"Not like that. Use your body."
Her cheeks blazed scarlet. Fury flickered in her glare, but the words died unspoken at her jaw. She knew raging here changed nothing.
"...Fine."
The crushed word barely escaped. She took back the cloth, pumped more body wash—this time onto herself. Her neck flushed deeper crimson with every slippery stroke over her own skin. Foam-covered, she circled behind me. A hesitant pause, then soft, slick flesh pressed to my back. The bounce of her compressed breasts slid along my skin.
Soap play isn't some mind-blowing thing. Breasts rubbing feels soft, sure, but it's no explosive pleasure. It's the vibe—the naked woman using her body like a towel, clinging and grinding. The breaths on my back, the heartbeat pulsing through the slick barrier. That's the thrill.
Ayoung was diligent. She scoured my back, waist, even ass without missing a spot. The tension in her arms screamed her desperation to end this fast. Finished with my back, she came around front. Her eyes hovered at my jawline, unable to rise, but she pressed close, rubbing her breasts against my chest. Head turned aside to avoid my gaze, yet her hands kept her body moving—a desperate earnestness seeped through.
Her body slid lower, pausing before my rigid cock. Shoulders rigid at belly height.
"Keep going."
She looked up, eyes half-begging, half-resigned. My expression didn't shift. A long, deep sigh escaped her lips. She sandwiched my cock between her slippery breasts and began sliding up and down. Soft flesh gripped the shaft, squeezing slowly.
"You're doing well."
I placed a hand on her head and stroked. If anything, her face hardened further at the praise. Precum oozed from the tip, stringing stickily between her breasts. Witnessing it up close darkened her eyes another shade. The realization sank shadow-like over her face: kneeling nude before a much younger man, titfucking him.
"D-done."
She checked the even foam coverage, rose on her knees, voice parched.
"Now rinse me."
Biting her lip hard, she grabbed the showerhead from the wall, adjusted the temp, and rinsed with warm water, her other hand sweeping away residue carefully but thoroughly.
"Feels clean now. Come to bed after."
I left those words and exited the bathroom. I felt her staring blankly behind me but didn't turn. After toweling off roughly, I sprawled on the bed. Ages later, the door creaked open. Ayoung emerged, towel clutched to her chest, but leaned against the frame, reluctant to step forward. Eyes red-rimmed, nose pink—she'd cried alone. After lingering, she finally perched on the bed's edge. Head drooped, hands limp on her knees. Silence dragged.
She spoke first, voice scraped raw. "S-so... now."
Meaning: she'd endured even the soap, so end the contract as promised. I cut her hope short.
"Ah, there's gel on the nightstand. Give me a massage."
I nodded at the pre-placed tube. Her gaze flicked there, then her eyes squeezed shut. Head sank slowly. Face dawning: it wasn't over.
"I... I'm not a whore."
Low, hoarse. Fingers whitened clutching the towel. I sat up, feigning offense.
"When did I call you a whore? I said satisfy me."
Her eyes snapped up. Meeting her glare head-on, I leaned close, lips to her ear, voice low.
"Auntie. When did I tell you to sell yourself to other men? I just want to do it with you."
Her shoulders tensed faintly. Frozen, neither accepting nor rejecting my breath. I brushed the hair from her cheek.
"When I said it was your body before? That was just 'cause I like you."
She shuddered. Her gaze met mine, desperate longing flickering. "You wouldn't have looked at me otherwise."
I whispered softly. "Do I seem like the type to make you fuck other guys?"
Her lips parted, closed. Throat bobbed as she swallowed. For a brief—truly brief—moment, her wavering eyes settled, hardening with resolve. She forced her gaze down and spoke.
"D-don't... lie."
Voice cracked, but unyielding strength lingered. "You... you just want my body. Think I haven't seen guys like you before?"
Tough nut. But that only excited me more. I wondered what her face would look like completely broken—wagging her tail at my words, offering her body at my touch.
"You're right. You know it."
I dropped the softness, hooking fingers under her jaw. "So shouldn't you do your best for your son?"
She gritted her teeth. "Promise... for real."
"You gonna believe me?"
"...You're the chairman's grandson, right?"
Her gaze regained steel. "You know, huh."
"Woochan told me."
"That's enough to trust me?"
Silence. Resolve flashed in her eyes. "No... record us doing it."
I exhaled shortly. Lips curled involuntarily. Bold. She was already at rock bottom. If I broke the promise, she'd drag me down too. Her glaring eyes brimmed with heavy determination.
"...Fine."
I grinned, scanning for my phone on the nightstand. "Then with this—"
"Use mine."
She cut in firmly. Rose, fetched her phone from her folded clothes by the sink. I took it, opened the camera, and propped it on the nightstand angled to capture us.
"Alright, then—look at the screen, raise your hand, and strike a V?"
"...D-don't."
"Why? It's our contract video."
Her horrified expression at suggesting it herself filled the screen perfectly. I lounged back on the bed, gazing up at her.
"Your turn to start."
