End-of-Term Celebration (Nam Da-eun's Turn)
Nam Da-eun eyed my cock cautiously. It had been a while, so she looked tense.
"Did you forget everything Liliana taught you?"
"…I remember."
Nam Da-eun, tense in front of me, was none other than a direct disciple of a succubus. Still, the way she gulped at the sight of my dick, like a little squirrel, was pretty damn cute.
After a moment of deep breathing, Nam Da-eun gently wrapped her hand around my cock. I could feel the cool temperature of her palm. She moved her hand slightly back and forth, then looked up at me.
"…How is it?"
"Feels good."
Honestly, my real wish was for her to suck it a bit like lube and then let me slide right in, but I'm not that clueless to say it out loud.
"Good."
Nam Da-eun smiled cutely, looking satisfied. Her awkward touch wasn't bad at all—watching a pretty girl stroke me was pleasure enough.
After moving her hand for a bit, she parted her lips slightly and brought them to my glans.
"I'll eat well."
"…Yeah."
I had no idea what Liliana had taught her exactly, but Nam Da-eun always said that before starting a blowjob. Liliana never said it when sucking me off, though—we were always too busy devouring each other.
Of course, from my perspective, it was nothing but grateful.
Smack, smack—the lewd slurping sounds from below drilled into my ears. Nam Da-eun, bent over at my side while I lay on the bed, sucking my cock, shifted her body uncomfortably now and then. She'd glance up at me, our eyes meet, and she'd shyly look away.
Her reactions were like a shy virgin's, but thanks to Liliana's techniques, the pleasure on my dick was exquisite. The fresh innocence felt too natural to be acting, but tonight, I didn't want to cum in her mouth.
I stroked her back and opened my mouth.
"Da-eun, come up here on top of me."
"…How?"
She flinched at my hand on her back and voiced her question.
"Just straddle me. I'll take care of the rest."
"Got it."
Honestly, the 69 position is tough to pull off. Pleasuring your partner's most precious spot with your mouth isn't easy—whether for hygiene or psychological reasons, most people struggle with it.
But nothing delivers that forbidden thrill and psychological satisfaction quite like it. And doing it simultaneously? Only lovers who truly crave each other can manage a 69.
"Like this… how—Ah?"
I grabbed Nam Da-eun's ass as she climbed on top and brought my tongue to her soaked pussy. I delved into the clit hidden behind its hood.
"Ngh, mmph. Haaah. Hnng…?!"
Nam Da-eun, with my cock in her mouth, let out a startled moan but quickly regained herself and resumed the blowjob. The wet, obscene sounds of mutual pleasuring filled the living room.
But unlike me, her ministrations slowed.
"Haa, nghhh… too fast…."
Twitch—she pulled her mouth off my cock entirely, burying her face in my crotch and shuddering. I could feel the tremors in the thighs I held— she was completely losing it.
I licked her protruding clit and slipped fingers into her dripping hole.
"Haa, aaah… ngh…."
Savoring her moans, I flicked my tongue faster, and she reacted instantly. Her body quivered, hips bucking, toes pointing straight—climax.
I gently laid the panting Nam Da-eun beside me and mounted her.
"I want to do it now too."
"S-sorry. I couldn't hold back…."
Her face mixed apology and fluster. No need to apologize, though.
"It's fine. Can I put it in?"
"…Yeah."
I chuckled at how she awkwardly placed her hands on her stomach, unsure.
"Wrap your arms around my back."
"O-okay."
Thinking about it, this was only my third time with Nam Da-eun. I'd only been inside such a pretty girl's pussy twice. A national loss.
Time to make up for it starting today. I stroked her waist to ease her tension and slowly pushed into her loosened pussy. Feeling the soft walls and slick juices envelop me, I wrapped my arms around her shoulders. She responded by hugging my back.
"…Thank you. Always. I l-love you."
Her face flushed beet red, lips licked nervously—adorably obvious tension.
I moved my hips slowly and spoke.
"Da-eun. No more 'thank you's from now on."
"But I am thankful. Da-hee and I, thanks to you…."
"If I say stop, stop. I don't want to be stuck in a grateful-subordinate dynamic forever."
Of course, gratitude feels nice. But it stalls real progress. Relationships should be human-to-human, not superior-to-subordinate— the moment they divide like that, lovers crumble.
Nam Da-eun's route was cleared, but from now on, I'd treat her—and all the heroines—like real people, not data.
She stared wide-eyed, then started sniffling.
"…Hic."
"Wait, what's wrong? Why…."
Damn. I never know how to handle a crying woman. I pulled her into a hug, stroking her hair gently. Thought about pulling out, but that'd make re-entry tough, so I stayed put.
"…I love you."
She clung to me, tears pooling in her eyes. Not my intention, but I ended up feeling like the bad guy again. Can't escape bad-boy blood, huh. Tsk.
"Yeah. I love you too."
"…Kiss me."
I kissed her right there. My still cock naturally started moving.
"Mmm… smooch… haa, mmph… smack."
Thankfully, she spread her legs and hugged me tighter. Her boldness let me thrust freely. Tongues tangled softly as I pounded inside.
Squelch, squelch—the increased juices told me she was insanely aroused.
"Ah, ngh. Ngh. Mmph… hnnng…."
She moaned and shuddered with every thrust, her firm, soft breasts pressing against me. Sharing body heat, her aroused female scent, her unusual reactions—impossible not to get fired up.
"Da-eun, feels good?"
They say not to ask during sex, but I get why now.
"Ngh. Yeah. Yes…! Feels good… love you…."
With reactions like that, how could I not ask?
"Love you too."
"Y-you like it too?"
"Of course. Feels amazing."
"Haa, mmph… g-good…."
Her relieved smile was insanely cute. Flawless sculptured face, toned athletic body from sword training. I savored her feminine allure, thrusting away.
"Ngh, hnnng…. Haaaah…."
Her melting face, contrasting her usual stoic charm, drove me wilder. Her quickening breaths, tightening walls. Do athletic girls really feel better? This must be it.
"Ah. Aah. Ahhng… hic…."
Her body shook violently—climax incoming. I sped up for my own release.
"Hnnng… weird, so good… too… g-good… hng…."
Squelching intensified at our junction; her eyes glazed over. Sweat-matted hair disheveled. Poking her cervix while enjoying her walls, my peak approached.
"Haa, hnnng… aaah… ah, ahng…."
"Gonna cum?"
Squelch, squelch—
"Yeah, cum inside…."
She squeezed her eyes shut; her pussy clenched hard. I timed it perfectly, shooting deep.
"Haaah… hic, Ho-yeon…."
I kissed her as she desperately called my name.
"Mmm, smooch… chuu-. Haaah."
She writhed, then steadied her breathing under my kiss. I fondled her breasts, prolonging it before pulling away.
"Haa… that was good."
"Glad."
I stayed inside, creampied, cock still hard. Professor Im Sol's earlier blowjob had me raring.
Feeling it, Nam Da-eun looked up and placed a hand on my chest.
"Y-you're not pulling out…?"
"One more time."
"O-one… okay."
Gulp—I swear I heard her swallow.
"Moving now."
"Haa, ngh… j-just once. Promise…."
She hugged me with trembling eyes; I thrust again.
*
How many times did I cum? Meant to be just once, but couldn't hold back. For the finale, I bucked my hips.
"Cumming…!"
"Ah, haaaah…."
Hugging fiercely, I finished. Nam Da-eun, lost in endless orgasms, was out of it. My fault for breaking the promise.
Sorry, I said apologetically.
"Sorry. Meant just once, but lost control."
"N-ngh…."
But she collapsed onto the bed, practically passing out from the final creampie in my arms.
"…Tch."
Even cleanup fellatio? I shook my head at the sudden thought.
"That's not it."
Promised to treat her better, yet here I am thinking trash. Am I just irredeemable?
"…You went too far, sir."
"Ah, Scarlett. Still up?"
Pondering my character as she spoke up.
"…No place to sleep. I'm on the sofa."
"Oh… right?"
Yeah, beds are short. Usually Nam sisters together, me and Liliana together. Doing it on the living room bed blocked her.
"I'll handle Da-eun. Go wash up."
"Mm… okay."
Was tempted to stick it in her mouth for cleanup, but that's crossing a line.
"…What's that look? Targeting poor Da-eun like this?"
"Nah, just thought about it. Won't act."
True—messing with her like that makes me a sex monster. Just rarely cleaned my own cum off post-sex, so it's a shame.
Like savoring a full course but skipping dessert? Swallowing regret, I headed to the bathroom when Scarlett added,
"Do men always need it sucked clean at the end to feel satisfied?"