Episode 29. Did I Do Well?
Episode 29. Did I Do Well?
Slap, slap, slap!
The sticky sound of flesh colliding. Na-eun's ragged breathing and the wet sounds of saliva mixing reached Eun-joo's ears through the headphones, sending shivers down her spine. Her clenched fists trembled violently.
Inside the dark toilet stall.
Eun-joo's gaze was fixed solely on the dimly glowing phone screen.
On the screen, Jin-hyuk's firm waist moved up and down vigorously against the dimly lit living room backdrop.
Beneath Jin-hyuk's overwhelming frame on the couch, Na-eun writhed helplessly.
'My man...'
A primal jealousy toward the child she had birthed in pain.
Even amidst the whirlpool of wretched emotions, Eun-joo spread two fingers across the screen, zooming in for a clearer view.
Between Na-eun's spread legs, Jin-hyuk's thick, veined cock stood erect, captured vividly.
Thrust, thrust!
"Ahh! Ahh!"
The massive pillar mercilessly plunged into the soaked pussy. Na-eun's hips jerked upward, splattering clear arousal fluid like a fountain.
"Ugh... K-kiss...!"
Slurp, suck.
"I... love... you."
Intermittent moans and wet sounds.
Eun-joo's breathing grew ragged in sync. Beneath the boiling anger, a simmering heat rose from her lower abdomen, warming her insides.
Each time Jin-hyuk's flesh speared Na-eun, Eun-joo's empty womb throbbed painfully. The ruthless sensation of being stretched wide open—the memory of her inner walls being scraped raw—played tricks on her body.
One of Eun-joo's hands slipped under her skirt as if possessed. The other gripped the phone tightly while her fingers pushed aside her damp panties and pressed against her own wetness.
Creak.
With every thrust of Jin-hyuk's hips on the screen, Eun-joo's fingers ravaged her own slit violently. Her ragged breaths matched the lewd sounds of the couple's tongues tangling through the headphones.
But three fingers could never compare to the overwhelming fullness Jin-hyuk had given her. Sticky arousal dripped down her thighs, falling into the cold toilet bowl below.
Eun-joo scraped her deepest walls and pinched her swollen clit, twisting it desperately. Yet the true peak Jin-hyuk had once given her remained frustratingly out of reach.
Slap, slap, slap!
"Ngh! O-oppa, ahh!"
Slurp, suck.
Thrust!
Eun-joo bit her lower lip at the sounds flooding her ears. A stifled, bitter moan escaped through clenched teeth.
'I... want it too.'
'I want Jin-hyuk... Ughhh.'
Her fingers stilled abruptly. The muscles of her inner thighs quivered violently. A shallow, hollow orgasm washed over her, leaving behind only a sharper, more insatiable hunger.
Schlick.
Jin-hyuk pulled back, withdrawing his thick shaft with a wet sound. The swollen, reddened flesh peeked out from Na-eun's stretched entrance.
He removed the condom, tied it off, wrapped it in tissue, and tossed it into the trash before grabbing a towel from the bathroom. Na-eun lay limp on the leather couch, her sweat-drenched body sprawled out. Tears welled in the corners of her eyes, proof of her climax.
The soft towel brushed between her spread legs as Jin-hyuk carefully wiped her damp thighs and pussy.
"You okay?"
"Hn... yeah."
Na-eun managed a weak nod at his gentle touch. Her overstimulated nerves slowly settled. Jin-hyuk bent down, pressing his lips to her sweaty forehead.
"Hehe..."
A happy giggle escaped Na-eun's lips. Meeting his concerned gaze, she pushed herself up slowly from the couch.
"Stay lying down."
"I'm... fine..."
Ignoring his protest, Na-eun draped herself over Jin-hyuk's broad shoulders. The empty living room was filled only with their mingled breaths. Her mind, blank from overwhelming pleasure, gradually returned to reality.
'It felt so good. But did Oppa feel it too?'
A sudden worry struck her—had she selfishly hogged all the pleasure? Na-eun wrapped her arms tightly around Jin-hyuk's solid frame. Her gaze naturally drifted downward. His thick, veined cock still stood rigid, flushed and hard.
'Oppa still wants more but is holding back for me.'
Na-eun's hand slid down. She spread her small palm and gently grasped the scorching-hot shaft.
"Oppa, how was it?"
She whispered into his ear, her voice sultry.
"Good."
"Really?"
"Yeah."
"Then why is this still up?"
A dark smile spread across Jin-hyuk's face at her teasing question.
"Because you're pretty."
"Tch."
Na-eun pretended to pout but couldn't hide her leaking smile.
Jin-hyuk was clearly holding back his urges for her sake, suppressing his instincts after she had collapsed from pleasure. Her slender fingers traced the hard length, smearing the sticky remnants of his release along the veined surface. The rough texture under her fingertips was intensely stimulating.
With each stroke, his cock swelled even more fiercely.
"O-oppa."
"Yeah?"
"Sh-should I use my mouth?"
Jin-hyuk's pupils wavered at her bold offer.
"Ah... y-you don't have to."
"Why not? Guys love this, right?"
Jin-hyuk hesitated, lips parting slightly. In that brief silence, Na-eun sensed his hidden desire. Though he resisted outwardly, his instincts clearly wanted it.
'Oppa is a man too.'
Without hesitation, Na-eun lowered her head between his firm thighs.
"Ngh."
As her nose neared, the pungent, musky scent of sex hit her, making her shoulders jerk.
'So this is the smell.'
A topic her college-bound friends had whispered about secretly.
If you love someone, you can do anything. It's dirty at first, but you get used to it.
The unknown territory she had only eavesdropped on now unfolded vividly before her.
The unfamiliar sensation prickled her nerves, but an odd excitement coiled in her lower belly.
"D-does it feel weird?"
Jin-hyuk tensed at her reaction, his voice laced with guilt.
"No!"
Thinking he was holding back because of her hesitation, Na-eun shook her head quickly. She stuck out her tongue and licked the swollen tip of his cock.
"Ngh."
'So hot.'
The searing heat against her tongue made her eyes widen. After steadying her breath, she pursed her lips and took the thick head into her mouth.
Suck, slurp.
The bitter taste flooded her senses. An overwhelming musk that made her vision flicker white—a scent she would have wrinkled her nose at normally, but because it was Jin-hyuk's, she willingly swirled her tongue around him.
"Don't push yourself."
Jin-hyuk's voice came from above. Instead of replying, Na-eun tightened her lips and sucked him deeper.
Her inexperience showed when the tip suddenly hit the back of her throat.
"Ghk!"
'Too big.'
Even with her jaw stretched to the point of aching, Jin-hyuk's cock couldn't fully fit inside. As she forced her throat open to take more, the pressure against her gag reflex made her choke.
"Cough! Cough!"
Na-eun pulled away hastily, coughing violently. Jin-hyuk scrambled for tissues, wiping the drool dripping down her chin.
"N-no, I can do it."
Na-eun grabbed his hand, smiling with upturned eyes despite her ragged breaths. She leaned in again, determined, and took his throbbing length back into her mouth.
This time, with slightly better technique, she swallowed him more smoothly, her lips stretching around the thick shaft.
Slurp, suck.
At that moment, the lingering cum at his slit gushed into the back of her throat. The bitter, pungent taste flooded her mouth. Instinctively, she swallowed it down.
Pushing past the reflexive disgust, a strange thrill surged through her. She had taken Jin-hyuk's seed not in her womb but in her mouth—sharing the most intimate act beyond just sex. The thought filled her with pride.
'I must be his first too.'
Jin-hyuk had sworn he'd never been with another woman. The joy of claiming all his firsts made her bob her head faster.
Suck, slurp.
Each time the thick head nudged her throat, her lower belly quivered. The satisfaction of pleasuring him paradoxically set her own body aflame. But as the relentless thrusting continued, her jaw ached from the strain.
"Haah... haah..."
She pulled away, panting heavily.
"W-when will you... come?"
Her whiny question made Jin-hyuk smile wryly. Na-eun was trying her best, her jaw sore from effort. Yet Jin-hyuk's mind kept superimposing Eun-joo over her—her skilled tongue, the tight suction of her mouth. She had been his first.
"Sorry."
Guilt rose from the unconscious comparison. Na-eun mistook his apology for her own clumsiness.
"Sorry, Oppa. I'm too inexperienced."
"No, that's not it."
Na-eun braced herself on his thighs and looked up.
"C-can you teach me? What feels good?"
Jin-hyuk stroked her damp hair gently.
"Want me to?"
"Yeah. I'll try."
"Then... use your tongue more on the top..."
Jin-hyuk instructed her exactly as Eun-joo had once done to him. Following his guidance, Na-eun relaxed her lips and focused her tongue on the sensitive ridge of his tip.
Slurp, suck.
She teased the slit persistently, building the stimulation before taking his full length deep into her throat again.
"Ngh."
Jin-hyuk's hips jerked. The muffled groan against her ears filled Na-eun with pride. She was doing it right—pleasing him properly.
"L-like this?"
"Yeah. Just like that. You're doing great."
"Nngh..."
Na-eun nodded eagerly with her mouth full. Jin-hyuk's strong hands gripped the back of her head firmly.
"C-can you go harder?"
"Mm. I'll try."
Thrust!
"Ghk!"
Jin-hyuk pulled her head down forcefully, slamming his tip against her throat. Na-eun's eyes rolled back as she gagged.
Ignoring her reaction, Jin-hyuk fucked her mouth like a pussy, driving himself deep.
"Ngh. I'm close."
"Ghk! Cough!"
Jin-hyuk pulled out abruptly, his cock twitching violently before erupting.
Splat!
Thick ropes of cum splattered across Na-eun's pale cheeks and nose.
"Haah... haah..."
She kept her eyes tightly shut, accepting every drop sliding down her face. The pungent, overpowering scent—his essence—seeped into her skin, addicting her helplessly.
Dazed, she blinked up at Jin-hyuk through half-lidded eyes, meeting his heated gaze.
"D-did I... do well?"
"Yeah. It was good."