Chapter 84
Han Yaseong slowly began to move his two fingers. Inside Choi Yujin's pussy, his middle and ring fingers pressed together were gently sliding in and out.
Choi Yujin twisted her hips. The two fingers rhythmically stroked her inner walls, and the stimulation was gradually building. But he hadn't even touched her most sensitive spots yet. If he did, it felt like her pussy would unleash a gushing torrent. That would be utterly humiliating as a woman. Squirting all over in front of Han Yaseong—she might just die of shame.
So Choi Yujin could only flap her spread folds and plead desperately.
"D-don't do that... It feels weird..."
"I'm definitely making you squirt today."
Han Yaseong was dead set on it. No matter what, he was going to witness senior Choi Yujin's pussy squirt. It was a shame there wasn't a camcorder around. Wait, no—the smartphone she'd given him had video recording, so he could use that. But he didn't have a free hand for it. His left hand was pinning her right wrist to keep her from moving, and his right hand's two fingers were buried deep inside her pussy. He'd need an extra hand to film. So he'd save the recording for next time, when he cashed in her free-use voucher, tied her up with red ropes, and went to town.
Squish, squish... As his middle and ring fingers stimulated her pussy walls together, a sticky, wet slapping sound echoed.
"Ahhn!"
Choi Yujin felt like she could die of embarrassment. The lewd sounds from her pussy were crystal clear. And with her lower body completely exposed, everything was on full display. Right now, Han Yaseong was probably watching the sight of his two fingers plunging into her pussy. The thought alone brought tears to her eyes. It felt like utter violation. No man had ever treated her this way before. Yet Han Yaseong was tormenting her body like some noble lording over a female slave. The dark desires she'd occasionally glimpsed in his eyes were now fully unleashed.
Still, Choi Yujin couldn't resist strongly. Her body had gone limp. Her waist felt so weak she couldn't even tense her ass. She was just going to squirt from her pussy. Women really can't win against men in sex, she thought. No, she couldn't win against Han Yaseong. Their stamina and strength were worlds apart. There was no way to hold out.
"Ahng... Eung...!"
As the stimulation on her pussy walls intensified, Choi Yujin's massive breasts jiggled wildly. Her body twisted even more. The tips of his fingers were now slowly rubbing that ultra-sensitive spot on her inner wall. It was even more intense than her asshole. The so-called G-spot, equivalent to a man's glans—and even more sensitive. Hell, it outdid her clit. Choi Yujin's pussy weakness was fully exposed.
Now it was Han Yaseong's time. He already knew the spot and was methodically targeting it. About four or five centimeters inside, up on the front wall—that was it. He gently massaged the slick area with his fingertip, and senior Choi Yujin writhed, squirting from her pussy.
"Aaaang!"
The stimulation was real; fluid was genuinely spurting from her pussy. As she twisted her whole body, her huge tits bounced and shook furiously. The more he teased it, the more she whimpered on the verge of madness.
"Please, not there... Please...! Ahng...!"
Senior Choi Yujin's ass was bucking and dancing on the bed. He really wanted to film this and show it to the world. Most guys would cum just watching. It sucked to have this lascivious scene all to himself. Now he understood why men filmed themselves fucking their girlfriends or wives and shared the videos. It was bragging, pure pleasure in showing off what they'd seen and felt. That's exactly how Han Yaseong felt right now. He desperately wanted to share it with someone. Keeping it to himself was such a waste.
That regret fueled his fingers. Slick, slick... They sped up, and senior Choi Yujin's head snapped back, her back arching like a bow.
"Aang!"
Here it comes. Focusing on that pussy wall, fluid was starting to spurt steadily. His two fingers and palm were already drenched in her juices. Senior Choi Yujin's pussy kept pouring out clear liquid nonstop. There had to be a well inside her pussy somewhere. How else could she produce this much?
Han Yaseong's right hand moved even faster. Choi Yujin couldn't even speak anymore, lost in the sensation. The pleasure was so vicious she could barely breathe. Zeroing in on just that G-spot was driving her insane. At this rate, she'd not only squirt but piss herself too. Her ass shook on its own. The juices flowing from her pussy trickled over her asshole, soaking her cheeks completely.
Choi Yujin couldn't do anything else. All she could do was writhe and moan as Han Yaseong's two fingers fucked her pussy.
"Aaaang! Aang!"
She started shaking her hips uncontrollably. Her ass moved on instinct. Climax was approaching.
Sweat beaded on Han Yaseong's forehead too. Fingering senior Choi Yujin's pussy with two fingers wasn't easy. He'd been at it for minutes now—his wrist ached, his arm numb. But he gritted his teeth and kept thrusting to see that squirting show.
"Euk, euk..."
Finally, senior Choi Yujin convulsed, shaking her ass. Han Yaseong plunged his fingers as fast as humanly possible. And right then—it happened. Fluid erupted from her pussy. Riding the thrusts of his two fingers, it squirted out in forceful jets. Even Han Yaseong, seeing it for the first time, was stunned. He'd watched it in porn plenty, but a real woman—senior Choi Yujin—doing it live had him insanely aroused.
"Whoa!"
Han Yaseong couldn't believe it even as he kept fingering her pussy. So this is what squirting looks like. With every thrust, more fluid jetted from senior Choi Yujin's pussy. It was so intense it splashed onto his chest and face. Nearly a meter of thin, steady streams. A true water gun. He'd witnessed the legendary pussy squirt—and it belonged to senior Choi Yujin. No one else had ever seen this. Hornier than ever, Han Yaseong sped up his fingering even more. He wanted to push her to the end. Her ass bounced like a firm ball, thrashing on the bed.
"Aaaang! Aang! Ang!"
Choi Yujin's whole body shook. Her breasts heaved, her ass jiggled. She screamed like a madwoman, spreading her thighs even wider. She was hitting true ecstasy. Nothing else mattered. She just craved the peak. She'd even forgotten it was Han Yaseong fingering her. The extreme pleasure from her G-spot made her lose herself completely. She didn't know who she was or where she was. She surrendered body and soul to the vicious bliss from her pussy.
"Huk, huk..!"
Han Yaseong, thrilled, thrust harder. Senior Choi Yujin's ass lifted, her legs splaying wide. She was practically shoving her pussy onto his fingers, begging for more. Fluid shot endlessly from her slit. It really looked like a water gun inside her pussy. Han Yaseong's whole body, right in front of it, got drenched in her juices. His clothes soaked through like he'd been caught in the rain. What incredible pussy fluid. He hadn't expected this much.
Like a well in her depths, it kept gushing without end.
"Aaaaak!"
Suddenly, senior Choi Yujin's naked body went rigid. Like someone having a brain hemorrhage, she convulsed all over. The stimulation was too much—even yellow urine leaked from her urethra. She'd pissed herself. After over five minutes of nonstop fingering, she was a total wreck. Her eyes were completely glazed, mouth agape, drool dribbling down. She'd reached the end of ecstasy. Her ass spasmed violently, her pussy gaped open with its folds quivering. She'd felt it so intensely her asshole had gone slack too, wide open. His fingers could slide right in.
"Haa, haa..."
Han Yaseong panted heavily as he finally withdrew his two fingers from senior Choi Yujin's pussy. His arm throbbed like it had cramped from the relentless thrusting. His right hand dripped with her juices. To squirt this much—it was astonishing. He'd heard a woman could release up to 1.5 liters when she really let go, and it seemed true. Senior Choi Yujin had probably hit that mark. His clothes were soaked top to bottom. Han Yaseong gazed at her sprawled starfish on the bed, writhing naked, then approached with a twinge of concern.