From Master to Guest (4)
"Haaum...♡ Schlick... slurrp♡"
"Suck harder, Jihye. Is that really all you've got?"
"Mmnh... I-I'm trying...♡"
"Then use that mouth for sucking instead of talking."
"Y-yesh...♡ Slurp...! Slurrrp♡"
Sitting on a friend's sofa, pulling my cock out, and ordering my girlfriend to suck it. If Haru, the actual owner of this house, walked in on us, he would have every right to call it deranged. I still couldn't stop.
"Hhnk...! Ehh..."
"Looks like you're finally settling down. Shall we start the lesson, one thing at a time?"
"Mmph...! Pah... Haaah...♥"
"See that thing in front of you? That's called a cock."
"I-I know what it is...! It's a cock..."
"From now on, I'm going to turn you into a body that can't live without it."
"I-I don't wanna...! Even for us, this is going too—hngk!!"
"This is going to be a long lesson."
On the screen in front of us, S-rank jerk-off material starring Haru and Jisu themselves was playing. And down between my legs sat a magnificent meat toilet, already primed to spread her holes at a single gesture. Anyone who could hold back in a situation like this would have to be the Buddha himself.
Unfortunately, I was no Buddha. Desire still had me by the throat. Which meant I had no choice but to put my personal meat toilet to use.
"Slurp...! Slurrrp♡ Lick~. Haaum...♡"
"Not bad. Our Jihye's tongue work has come a long way."
"Hhn...! Th-thank youu...♡"
"I'd like to finish this round soon. Think you can pick up the pace?"
"Yes...! Yesh...♡ Haaum♡"
"Chup...! Chuuup♡"
"Put your back into it, Jihye. At this rate, you're not getting anywhere."
"Chup, chup..."
"Ah-ah. Slowing down already? Want to keep sucking until Haru walks out of that room?"
"Hnnn...! Chup-chup! Chuuuup♡"
The moment Haru's name came up, Jihye's tongue changed completely. A minute ago she had been savoring me at her leisure — flicking the head, wrapping the shaft in slow, lazy strokes. Now she was using her mouth like a tool, desperate to wring the cum out of me.
I would have loved to linger in that mouth of hers. This just wasn't the time. We were guests in someone else's home, and lingering over a long, sticky session was hardly polite. Better to finish fast and move on.
"Alright, Jihye. I'm cumming. Don't you dare spill a drop."
"Mmph...! Chuuup!"
The pressure built, and I locked both hands in her hair and came down her throat.
A thick, pulsing flood.
"Mmph...! Hnngh...♡"
She flinched as the sudden rush hit the back of her mouth, then found her composure and started swallowing in earnest, calm and thorough. The stuff couldn't have tasted good. She still looked genuinely happy tasting it. Watching her, I couldn't help smiling.
Not only did she take everything I gave her — she was happy about it. How many people would go this far for their boyfriend? The thought settled over me warm and certain. I really was a blessed man.
"Well. I suppose the same goes for Haru and Jisu..."
"Mmph...?"
"Nothing. Don't worry about it. Anyway — now that you've had your taste, what are you supposed to do next?"
"Mmph...!"
She understood at once. Jihye hurriedly let my cock slip from her lips, then settled carefully onto her knees and looked up at me. I nodded. She opened her mouth and delivered the line she had been trained to say.
"I swallowed every last drop of the cum Master gave me...♡"
"Did you? Let's check."
"Yesh...! Aaah...♡"
She opened wide and stuck out her tongue, putting the inside of her mouth on full display. A few milky threads still clung to the plump surface. I nodded anyway, satisfied.
Good enough. She passed.
"Well done, Jihye. You swallowed it clean."
"Thank you, Master...♡ It's only natural."
"Then come sit next to me. We should actually watch the video Haru and Jisu prepared for us."
"Yes, Master...!"
Jihye stood and settled in beside me. I casually held out the hazelnut latte she had been drinking — my own small courtesy. If the aftertaste of cum was still coating her mouth, this would rinse it. She stared at the cup with a dazed look for a second, then caught my meaning and took it with a bright, grateful expression, rolling the latte around her mouth and savoring it.
While she worked on that, I glanced back at the television.
"Hhnk! Ngh... Heup...!!"
"Well? Starting to get used to the taste of cock?"
"Nnh... Th-there's no way I'd like something like this...!"
"Funny, considering your pussy is already dripping filthy water all over the place."
"Th-that's... haah♥ That's because you keep touching me on purpose...!"
"You make those noises from the lightest brush against your pussy and you still have this much to say."
"N-no, that's not... This is... hngk...!"
"Looks like I'll have to train you until you can be a little more honest."
Whether they had timed it on purpose or not, the video had landed on a scene of Haru teaching Jisu how to give head. The Haru and Jisu I knew would never have been this coercive about it. Concept play, then — that had to be it. A little resistance did make for better viewing than something that came too easy. Still, picturing the two of them actually running a scene this heavy left me with a strange sense of disconnect.
"That looks way too acted."
"I-it does, doesn't it... Well, it's a produced video. I suppose that can't be helped."
"I get what they were going for. It just feels like they overdid it."
"I-it's still pretty watchable, though, isn't it...? I like it..."
"Do you?"
She really had been into this from the start. Her eyes barely left the screen, and now she was even sneaking a hand to her own chest and between her legs, quietly feeding the want. As a guy, I reacted to porn the way any guy would — but the people on screen were close friends, so I couldn't quite lose myself in it. How Jihye managed to immerse herself in watching Jisu get wrecked was beyond me.
"Come to think of it, you've been completely locked in since this started."
"Yes...! It's genuinely gripping."
"Really? Seeing your close friend's face doesn't break the immersion?"
"Well... watching that bitch Jisu pretend to hate it while she's clearly enjoying herself does get me a little worked up. But the story itself is interesting too...!"
"Hmm~."
"And seeing Jisu get trained as a bitch... it reminds me of when Master put me through bitch training...♡"
"Ah~."
So that was it. I'd heard women tend to project themselves onto the performers when they watch porn. Hearing Jihye say it out loud, I believed it. Still — getting off on the memory of her own bitch training. The content was similar enough that it made sense she would go there. It left me with a strange feeling all the same.
"O-of course, unlike that kind of roleplay, I went through that training because I genuinely wanted to become Master's bitch, so..."
"Mm."
"Strictly speaking, it's different...!"
"Yeah? Honestly, I think so too."
"Y-you thought so as well...! That's my Master~♡"
"J-Jihye...!"
She suddenly threw herself into my arms, and I startled for half a second before catching her and drawing her in. I stroked her hair, slow and easy, and she smiled like she was melting.
In the beginning, I had treated the training as nothing more than roleplay. Just another way of sharing love, the same as what Haru and Jisu did. Spending time with Jihye had taught me otherwise. Every scene we ran took the shape of hardcore SM — but the feeling underneath it was real.
She genuinely wanted to be owned by me. She genuinely wanted every scrap of my attention. Knowing that, I had no choice but to take her. To make her completely mine, and pour everything I had into her. That was what I wanted too.
"Master, I love you...♡ I'll serve you for the rest of my life."
"Yeah. I love you too. So I'm never letting you go. Our Jihye is mine forever."
"Yes. I'll be Master's property forever...!"
From the outside, the conversation might have sounded twisted. We both knew better. This was simply how we confirmed our love — and how we shared it.
"In that spirit — when we get home tonight, want to play with bitch Jihye for the first time in a while?"
"B-bitch...!"
"How about it? You like that?"
"Woof woof!"
"That's a good girl. Now, shall we focus on the video Haru prepared for us?"
"Woof!"
With tonight already promised, we settled back into each other and turned our attention to the screen.
That said — what the hell was Haru even doing in there? It had been over ten minutes, and he still hadn't come out of that room.