Yu-mi Who Likes It Rough
When the two-hour battle session finally ended, Dong-min hyung and I stepped out of the establishment. At an ordinary room salon there would have been a motel upstairs or one nearby, but this place had nothing of the sort, so we had to relocate. Kim Sa-jang told us the girls would follow if we took the car waiting outside.
After a brief tussle over the bill, I ended up paying.
Dong-min hyung was on the phone checking on his own shop and rattling off instructions as the two of us climbed into the back seat of the Mercedes waiting at the curb.
"Thanks to you, I'm having a hell of a night."
He hung up and clapped me on the shoulder.
"I'm the one who had a great time thanks to you. Looking forward to round two."
"Nice, right? But your partner… doesn't she look a little like your sex buddy?"
"Huh? You've only seen her once and you remember her face?"
"I've always been good with faces. So? Did she taste similar too?"
"I'll tell you later."
I almost mentioned that Yu-mi was Miho's friend, but the silently driving chauffeur made me hesitate, so I mumbled something noncommittal. The car dropped us at a motel near the industrial complex. The driver collected the room keys in our place and handed them over.
"Have a pleasant evening."
Dong-min hyung pressed a generous tip into the man's hand, and we each headed up to our rooms.
Once inside, I took a quick shower, threw on a bathrobe, and stretched out on the bed to scroll through A-young's Instagram.
Looking at it now, her feed struck me differently.
From what I remembered of Miho's stories, A-young's family was well-off, yet even so her spending looked excessive for an ordinary college student. In every photo she was clutching some luxury item—shots at a Louis Vuitton pop-up, Chanel, Yves Saint Laurent and Burberry handbags, a Gucci wallet, a Cartier watch, Chanel cosmetics, lavish hotel stays, and on and on.
Feeding that vanity required money, and an allowance from her parents would never have been enough. No ordinary part-time job could cover those brands, so she must have met Kim Sa-jang and thrown herself into the pleasure trade, where she could scratch her own itch and earn easy cash… And since Kim Sa-jang's rooms were a closed, members-only club, no rumors would leak to anyone around her. It was perfect.
I felt a fleeting worry that a girl like this might rub off on Miho, then shook the thought away. What mattered right now wasn't Miho's future—it was how I was going to devour A-young, now Yu-mi.
I was watching her Instagram Reels, the ones showing off those long legs in black stockings, and turning over how best to savor her when A-young knocked on the door.
She stood in the doorway in exactly the same outfit she had worn in the room earlier.
The tight red mini dress clung to every curve, radiating raw sex appeal. The deep neckline beneath the shoulder straps bared roughly half her breasts; the skirt was so short it barely covered her ass, and below it her long, slender legs were sheathed in black stockings. Strap heels left her toes faintly visible through the sheer black mesh. A paper bag dangled from one hand.
"Kyaa!"
The moment she stepped inside I snatched the bag from her grip, flung it aside, scooped her up, and tossed her onto the bed.
"Miho said you were gentle… but you've got some force, huh?"
Lying on the mattress, A-young looked up at me with eyes bright with anticipation.
"How could I not, when I've got something like this?"
I climbed over her and shrugged off the bathrobe. My cock was already standing rigid, the head nearly brushing my navel. Seeing the bead of precum at the tip, her eyes sparkled. She reached for it; I slapped her hand away and pinned both wrists so she couldn't move.
"Haa… I thought you were a softie… this is turning me on…"
A-young rubbed her thighs together, clearly even more aroused by the way I was handling her. She was thoroughly lewd. If Miho was only just beginning to discover lust, A-young already knew exactly what it was, how to make herself feel good, and what men liked.
I kissed her hard while groping her breasts through the fabric.
"Haah… ah… mm… ah…"
My rough mouth and crude hands wrung moans from her throat.
I seized the top of the mini dress and yanked it down. The stretchy spandex peeled away, freeing her breasts.
"Haah—you'll tear it."
"It's a work dress anyway, isn't it?"
"Haa… do whatever you want. Be rough with me…"
Her breasts were bigger than Miho's. Even lying down, the implants kept them from sagging; they stood up in firm, rounded mounds. Dark nipples and areolae made a striking contrast against her pale skin. When I squeezed, I could feel the silicone beneath.
"They're fake?"
"Yeah. Better than small ones, right?"
"Perfect little milk jugs for a slutty bitch like you."
"Haa, oppa, are you insulting me? Ah—I like it. Suck my tits. Suck my slutty tits."
Her nipples were sensitive; when I tormented them with my fingers she ground her crotch against my leg and writhed. The way she twitched and chased her own pleasure spoke of plenty of experience. I gripped her breasts hard and pinched the nipples, pulling them outward.
"You fucking bitch. From the first second I saw you I knew you were this kind of filthy slut. Sex appeal just dripping out of your eyes…"
"Haa… I love exposing myself. It turns me on when people look at me."
"Whore. You walk around with your legs and tits out, dripping cunt juice on the street, don't you?"
"Ah, yeah. Just hearing you talk is making me drip right now. Ah, oppa—pinch my tits harder."
She was already so worked up that barely any foreplay was needed. Whether she had some history of rough treatment or simply craved it, she clearly loved being cursed at and handled hard. I grabbed the crotch of her stockings and ripped them open, exposing panties soaked through. Ordinary red silk, nothing fancy—but drenched in her juices and plastered to her pussy, they looked obscenely lewd.
I pulled the wet fabric aside and sucked on A-young's cunt. The sharp, fishy scent of her filled my nose. She had waxed down to a thin strip, perfect for my mouth. I caught her dangling inner lips between my own and tugged.
"Aaa… ah… haah…"
"Just looking at it, it's a used-up whore cunt. A whore cunt that spreads open and drips juice for her friend's boyfriend."
"Yeah, I'm a whore cunt. Fuck my pussy. Stick your cock in my whore cunt, oppa."
"How should I fuck you?"
"Shove it in hard all at once. Punch through this whore cunt with your cock in one go."
"You fucking bitch. Spread your legs."
I seized both ankles and forced them wide. She was flexible—those long, stocking-clad legs opened into a perfect split. Doing this kind of rough play with A-young, who resembled Miho, when I had never done it with Miho herself, felt like treating Miho like a whore, and the thought only excited me more.
A-young hooked her own panties aside with her fingers and touched herself.
"Ah, oppa, you're so hot. Fuck me already. My cunt's dripping waiting for your cock. Hurry, oppa…"
When I brought my hips to her, she reached down, grabbed my cock, and guided it to her entrance. I drove into her in one hard thrust. The moment the head pushed in, my cock slid home with no resistance at all.
"Aaa—aah! So full! Oppa's cock feels so good. Haeng~ haeuk haeuk haeeung!"
Gasping, choking moans with every stroke. Hips rolling greedily to meet me.
A-young's pussy was literally a loose, well-used cunt. Unlike Miho's, which clamped tight from glans to root, hers simply opened and took me without a trace of resistance.
"Haah, oppa, I love it. Ah—your cock is filling my pussy completely. Ah… it's been so long since I've had this. Do you like it too, oppa?"
"You fucking bitch… how many guys have fucked you? Squeeze that cunt a little."
I locked my hands on her waist and pounded into her like a man possessed. No pacing, no build-up—just hard and relentless from the first stroke. Whether it was because I had grown used to Miho's tight grip or because Yu-mi's pussy was simply that loose, if I didn't move that fast I felt my cock would go soft. A-young only seemed more aroused by the roughness; she clutched her own breasts with both hands, rubbing her nipples as she writhed beneath me.
"Haah! Oppa! I'm a whore cunt. Your cock is going into this whore cunt. Haeuk!! It feels so good. So good. Oppa's cock!"
She started rubbing her own clit with her fingers.
"Haah. Do you like it too, oppa? Does eating my pussy feel good?"
"This whore cunt is fucking trash!"
"Haah haah. Is my pussy tastier, or is Miho's pussy tastier? Mine's better, right? My whore cunt tastes better than Miho's whore cunt, right?"
A-young licked her lips and locked eyes with me. The gaze and the movement were pure, practiced seduction—nothing like Miho. But the sudden mention of Miho soured my mood.
"Get on all fours like a dog, you bitch! I'll fuck you from behind."
Instead of answering her, I pulled out, tapped her hip, and told her to turn over.