5. Being Young is Nice.
Episode 5. The Perks of Youth
Slurp, schlup.
Jin-hyeok's tongue tangled hotly with Eun-ju's. By now, he had grown skilled—his tongue ravaged her mouth as if sweeping through it.
"Pah."
A rough gasp escaped between their lips.
"Was it hard holding back?"
"...Yes."
Jin-hyeok panted his reply. Throughout the entire tutoring session, he had barely restrained himself from kissing her. The moment he pulled Eun-ju into his arms, he had practically pounced on her.
Their bodies pressed together without a single gap. The weight of Eun-ju's ample breasts crushed against Jin-hyeok's firm torso. The thick bulge between his legs pressed insistently against her lower stomach.
Eun-ju's hand slid down his arm, wrapping around his waist before reaching the prominent swell beneath his waistband.
"Ngh—!"
Jin-hyeok sucked in a sharp breath.
Eun-ju glanced at the wall clock. Her husband would be late again tonight—he had mentioned a long drinking session with his fellow professors, so they had plenty of time. Na-eun was fast asleep in her room, too. Slowly rubbing the taut fabric straining over Jin-hyeok's crotch, Eun-ju whispered:
"Jin-hyeok, have you ever... touched yourself?"
His face burned red.
"Yeah."
"Do you watch anything when you do?"
"Uh... just, you know, porn."
"Oh?"
Her index finger traced upward, teasing the swollen outline beneath his pants. Jin-hyeok's arms tightened around her waist, pulling her closer. Watching how easily he burned under her touch, a strange heat pooled in Eun-ju's lower belly.
She glanced at Na-eun's closed bedroom door before leading Jin-hyeok by the hand to the living room sofa.
He leaned back against the cushions, and Eun-ju bent over him, kissing him again while her hand worked slow, deliberate circles over his pants.
"Hah..."
Hot breath spilled from Jin-hyeok's lips.
"You said I'm your first, right?"
"Yeah."
Eun-ju swallowed dryly and sat snugly beside him, her gaze fixed on the tented fabric straining over his lap.
"Want to show me?"
Jin-hyeok stood stiffly, his trembling fingers undoing his belt and zipper.
His pants slid down his thighs. The front of his boxers was already soaked through, darkened with dampness. A thick, musky scent—unmistakably male—hit Eun-ju's nose.
The scent of youth and heat.
Her heart pounded as warmth spread from her stomach upward. With trembling eyes, she watched as Jin-hyeok's hands gripped his waistband and pulled down.
Thwack.
The thick, heavy cock sprang free, bouncing against the air. Eun-ju inhaled sharply, swallowing hard.
'It's... this big?'
She had guessed from the bulge in his pants, but the reality far exceeded her expectations. Thick, long, and straining—a pillar of flesh so engorged with blood that the veins stood out starkly along its length.
A clear bead of pre-cum glistened at the swollen tip. The pungent, masculine scent overwhelmed her, and without thinking, she swallowed again.
After staring for a long moment, Eun-ju lifted her gaze to meet Jin-hyeok's.
Seeing his flushed face, she smiled faintly before reaching out and wrapping her fingers around his rigid length.
"Ngh—!"
Jin-hyeok's shoulders jerked violently. His boyish reaction sent another wave of heat between her legs.
Though she had been married for nearly twenty years, her husband was the only man she had ever known. When they met, he was already in his forties. This was her first time holding something so young, so hard—so unlike her husband's that comparison was impossible. Thick as steel, unyielding.
Suppressing the throbbing pleasure coiling inside her, Eun-ju slowly stroked the burning heat in her palm.
"Hah..."
A long, shuddering breath escaped Jin-hyeok's lips.
Another drop of pre-cum welled at the tip. She swiped it with her thumb, spreading the slickness down his shaft with practiced ease. The same technique she had honed night after night, trying to coax life into her husband's limp flesh—never imagining she would use it on Jin-hyeok.
Her soft hand began moving up and down his length.
The glint of her wedding ring on her left hand.
Neither of them paid it any mind.
The slick, wet sounds of friction filled the living room. Jin-hyeok gripped the leather sofa, knuckles white, fighting to endure the pleasure. But when Eun-ju's thumb circled the sensitive head, his back arched like a bow.
"Ah—! Ngh...!"
With a choked moan, thick ropes of white cum spurted from his tip.
Splurt, splurt.
His cock twitched violently in the aftershocks. Hot semen splattered across Eun-ju's pale hand, the thick, musky scent dizzying. She gently milked the base, coaxing out every last drop until he finally stilled.
"Hah... hah... S-sorry."
Jin-hyeok's face was flushed red with embarrassment. Eun-ju chuckled softly at his innocence.
"Don't be. It's your first time."
"But still..."
As he bit his lip in shame, Eun-ju leaned in and kissed him lightly.
Mwah.
The moment their lips parted, her gaze dropped downward. The flesh that had just gone soft was already swelling again, thick and menacing.
'So this is what youth is like...'
Eun-ju, who had only ever known a husband who rolled over and slept after one release, was stunned by the sheer, savage recovery of Jin-hyeok's body.
"Ah..."
Noticing her stare, Jin-hyeok looked up at her—bashful yet burning with raw, animal hunger. That naked desire sent her pulse racing between her legs.
Eun-ju slid off the sofa and knelt between his thighs. She tilted her head up to meet his gaze.
"Uh... M-Mom..."
"Don't call me that."
She traced a finger along his thigh, whispering:
"Right now, it's just us. Call me Eun-ju."
Jin-hyeok hesitated before murmuring:
"Eun-ju..."
Smiling, she wrapped both hands around his cock again.
"Hah..."
His breath hitched as she leaned closer, her face hovering just above the swollen tip. Jin-hyeok's entire body tensed. Savoring his nervous anticipation, she buried her nose against the head.
The pungent scent of semen and raw masculinity—something she had never experienced before—flooded her senses. She inhaled deeply before locking eyes with him. The feverish hunger in his gaze.
Slowly, she parted her lips and extended her tongue.
The moment it touched his tip, his cock jerked violently. She swirled her tongue around the slit, tasting the bitter saltiness. The thrill of transgression and the sheer vitality pulsing just for her sent heat flooding through her core.
She licked along the shaft, cleaning away every trace of his release. The scorching heat seared her tongue. Not an ounce of softness—just unyielding hardness. Jin-hyeok's ragged breaths above her pounded in her ears.
Then, she opened her mouth wide and took him in.
"Ah—! Eun-ju..."
Jin-hyeok's moan tore free. She swirled her tongue around the head before slowly sinking deeper, swallowing more of his length. The burning heat filled her throat.
"Schlup, slurp."
Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked, bobbing her head steadily.
Jin-hyeok looked down, his heart hammering. The woman he had admired since childhood was on her knees between his legs, sucking him off.
The obscene sight of her cheeks caving in as she worked his cock sent another rush of blood downward.
He gripped the sofa, teeth clenched, determined not to finish too soon this time.
Eun-ju glanced up at him, her crescent-moon eyes glinting with amusement as she relished his struggle.
'I want... to feel more...'
"Ngh—!"
Pleasure surged violently from his base.
"I—I'm gonna cum again..."
Jin-hyeok gasped. Instead of stopping, Eun-ju quickened her pace.
"Schlorp, slurp."
She sucked hard on the tip, hollowing her cheeks.
"Squelch."
"Ah—!"
"Splurt, splurt, splurt!"
His cock pulsed as hot cum flooded her mouth. She caught every drop, swirling her tongue to savor it.
"Ngh..."
The intensity of his climax left Jin-hyeok trembling.
When she finally pulled away, his cock slipped free with a wet "pop," glistening and clean.
Eun-ju tilted her head back, opening her mouth to show the thick, white pool inside. Jin-hyeok held his breath, mesmerized by the lewd sight.
Then, with a slow swallow, she took it all down.
His cock twitched again at the sight of her throat working.
Eun-ju smirked, licking her lips.
"The perks of youth."
Standing, she grabbed a tissue from the table and dabbed her damp lips and chin.
Jin-hyeok leaned forward, bowing his head toward her.
"Ah, no... I just had it in my mouth."
Eun-ju waved her hands in protest—her lips still carried the musky scent. But Jin-hyeok didn't retreat.
"I don't care."
He pressed closer, determined to kiss her despite the traces of himself on her lips. Something in Eun-ju's chest crumbled.
Her husband always demanded oral pleasure but turned away afterward, complaining about the smell. Yet this young man before her was lunging forward as if even his own taste was sweet.
That clumsy, earnest devotion—that raw, blind desire—set her lower belly aflame.
"W-wait— Mmph!"
"Schlup."
Jin-hyeok's lips swallowed her protest. His large hands cupped her face as his tongue pushed past her lips, licking and sucking without hesitation. The taste of himself didn't deter him—he claimed her mouth with rough, hungry kisses.
Eun-ju closed her eyes and surrendered to the invasion.
Their tongues tangled, breaths mingled, bodies burning—
Creak.
The sound of a door opening.
Their lips jerked apart.
"Aahh..."
Na-eun's long yawn echoed from the hallway.
The two froze on the sofa, statues in the dim light.