Chapter 36
Choi Yujin frowned at the thought of having utterly humiliated her senior, knocking back the rest of her beer. Just then, the microwave beeped to a stop.
Moments later, Han Yaseong came back with a tray of packaged dumplings. They were piping hot, steam rising lazily from the plump white skins.
"All done."
"Dig in. You've gotta build up your strength."
Choi Yujin playfully patted Han Yaseong's ass. He blushed faintly, a touch embarrassed, then grabbed a steaming dumpling, blew on it, and popped it into his mouth. Hunger made it taste amazing. One by one, they vanished down his throat.
Choi Yujin watched with a soda in hand, grinning. He looked ready for another round of serious action.
Who knew what time it was anymore? The world outside was still pitch black—probably dawn—but light would break soon. Sleep would have to wait till morning. Pulling an all-nighter on sex? That was a first.
Han Yaseong polished off the entire mountain of dumplings by himself. His belly was stuffed fuller than usual. Choi Yujin stared in shock.
"You ate all that? Looked like over twenty..."
Twenty fist-sized dumplings, gone in just ten minutes. Not at all like his normal appetite.
"I was just... really hungry..."
He didn't say he'd forced them down to muster the energy to pound her pussy even harder. But of course, Choi Yujin knew. She could tell he'd unleashed a monstrous appetite just to wreck her.
She hung her head, gazing at her swollen, gaping pussy, and sighed. 'You might wear me out completely tonight...'
After about thirty minutes of rest, round three kicked off. But this time, things were different. Han Yaseong lay back comfortably on the bed while Choi Yujin straddled him. Woman on top.
She'd chosen the position to catch her breath—wanted to go slow, savor it at her pace. With his belly full, Han Yaseong had no objections when she suggested riding him. Hell, he was curious to watch her work.
Choi Yujin climbed onto his stomach, reached back, and gripped his rock-hard cock. She stroked it up and down a couple times, then scooted her ass closer, rubbing the head teasingly along her slick slit. The glans parted her folds, sliding back and forth. Han Yaseong watched the show intently from below.
Soon, she lifted her hips slightly, guiding him to her entrance. Lining it up perfectly, she released her hand and sank down slowly. Inch by inch, his cock disappeared into her pussy.
Watching it vanish into her parted hole got Han Yaseong fired up.
"Ahh..."
Finally, it was buried to the hilt inside her, vanishing completely. Only their pubic hair ground together now. Eyes closed, Choi Yujin savored the fullness stretching her depths, circling her hips gently.
Intense pleasure hit Han Yaseong too. He reached up, cupping her round ass cheeks.
And with that, Choi Yujin's solo performance began. She twisted and shook her hips every which way, melting his cock inside her.
"Fuck!"
Han Yaseong was losing his mind. The pleasure was overwhelming; his hips bucked wildly. Cock in heaven, eyes in paradise—right there before him, Choi Yujin rode with her massive tits bouncing wildly.
Unable to resist, he grabbed those jiggling breasts.
"Ngh!"
Choi Yujin moaned as he seized her tits, shaking her ass even harder. Sex was hitting different tonight. Perfect condition. Or maybe it was his cock—fit her so perfectly, felt so right. They just clicked.
Excitement surging, she bounced up and down. Slap-slap-slap—her ass smacked his thighs relentlessly.
Han Yaseong went wild as her plump cheeks battered his balls and groin. Woman on top was pure bliss, killer view too. Worried she'd tire, he gripped her ass to support her.
With his help, she moved freer, freer. She found her rhythm. Thud-thud-thud, smack-smack-smack—her ass hammered his crotch without mercy. Her pale cheeks were already flushing red.
"Ahh, yes! So good!"
Choi Yujin fondled her own tits, head thrown back, moaning freely. She'd never known cowgirl could feel this good. His cock filled her completely, steadying her—no risk of toppling.
At peak arousal, she planted her feet and squatted low. Shameless pose—gave him a perfect view of every thrust. But she was too far gone; she wanted him to see.
"Watch close... how it goes in..."
"Y-Yeah... okay..."
Han Yaseong tensed with excitement, eyes locked on Choi Yujin squatting over him, cock nestled in her pussy. Then she started bouncing. Smack-smack-smack—flesh slapping as his raging shaft plunged in and out, crystal clear.
Like she was pissing, squatting and bucking her hips furiously. Han Yaseong thought he'd lose it. Her ass never stopped, slamming down, pulling up, over and over. That fleshy rhythm sounded like music.
Straddling her junior's belly in this humiliating squat, Choi Yujin burned with arousal. Just a bit more, and she'd cum. How many times tonight? Another peak loomed, her hip bones aching.
She pounded away. Might as well go all out.
"Ahh! I'm cumming... gonna cum!"
After endless bucks, she couldn't hold back—screamed it shamelessly. Han Yaseong stared at the plunging shaft. Suddenly, hot liquid soaked him, like dipping into scalding water. She was cumming inside.
Choi Yujin thrashed wildly, squirting hard in ecstasy.
"Aaah... nngh... hnn..."
Her torso went rigid, ass glued to his groin, head back as tremors rippled through her. Her pussy felt like it was melting. Pleasure from toes to scalp, vicious and total. Her mind blanked; tears pricked her eyes. Pure feminine bliss.
Han Yaseong watched her tremble like she'd been shocked, worried. Her ass clenched his cock rhythmically in brutal spasms. Clearly at her peak—he held still, breathing hard, not wanting to interrupt.
Then his lower belly warmed. Hot liquid trickled up to his navel, spilling down his sides. Looking down, he saw Choi Yujin pissing herself. Urine gushed from her slit, soaking his stomach. Yellow puddle everywhere.
Women really did lose control when they came hard. He'd seen it in porn. Han Yaseong felt a smug thrill—she'd felt it that intensely. Male pride swelled.
Choi Yujin, oblivious even to her accident, panted with her head still back. Droplets fell from her urethral opening, then stopped.
Han Yaseong found her adorable—squatting on his belly, cock deep inside, casually peeing. If there were tissues nearby, he'd wipe her pretty, piss-soaked pussy himself.
As the aftershocks faded, Choi Yujin lowered her head.
"Sorry... I peed..."
"You looked gorgeous."
"Ugh, you..."
She grimaced at the yellow mess on his stomach.
"First time... peeing during something like this. I went a lot. What now?"
"We'll take the sheets. Cleaning staff might get suspicious..."
"Yeah... we can pay for them. But I'm wiped."
She collapsed onto him, nestling close. Han Yaseong stroked her back with one hand, patted her ass with the other, soothing her.
"Heh, good work."
"Shut up..."
Embarrassed, she burrowed deeper into his arms. His cock was still buried deep in her pussy. Thinking about it only made her more mortified. Acting all cutesy with her junior like some spoiled girl...