Desire Boiling Over
Once desire begins to boil, there is no containing it.
“Hoo…”
He could look at any number of women who came through the shop and feel nothing at all—and yet his eyes kept drifting to Suhee alone. It was a strange thing. The moment she started catching in his vision, she became the object of his imagination, over and over.
All those degradation scenes he had once enjoyed. The slow torment of a clean, put-together woman until she was a wrecked, dripping mess. He had grown bored of it, quit, told himself those days were behind him—and still, with this woman, with Suhee, the urge to do it all again kept rising.
Time kept slipping by regardless. Day after day, the frequency with which he watched her holding her seat only climbed. The way she brushed her hair back. Those slender fingers. He wanted to make those white, smooth fingers clutch at a bedsheet, at clothes, at anything, undone by lust. He wanted to take his fill of the body hidden under her thin clothes, too—every clean line of it.
The hour when customers began to thin out. The floor loosened up, and Jeongun with it.
“Try this.”
“Hm? Ah… thank you.”
Jeongun came over and held out a cookie he had baked on the side. Suhee looked up, faintly startled, then took it in both hands. She had never imagined he would do something like this. She had expected him to come on harder, more blunt. His eyes had certainly looked that way. And a cookie he had baked himself? It really didn’t suit him, she thought.
“Pfft.”
“Hm?”
“Ah, sorry. Thinking of you baking it yourself is just a little… mm… cute.”
“Excuse me? What is?”
“Ah… you just don’t seem like the type at all. Like you’d just buy some factory stuff and sell it. The whole vibe of you is…”
“Ah… well. It’s business.”
Suhee turned the cookie Jeongun had given her over in her fingers. Big chunks of chocolate studded through it, and the size was nothing to complain about. One of these alone would fill her up. She broke off a corner and slipped it into her mouth.
Jeongun’s gaze tracked from her fingers all the way to her lips. The look was open enough now that heat flickered through Suhee’s body. That stare. With a man like this, she had the feeling he would satisfy her completely. Sticky and heavy, the weight of it slid from her fingertips to her mouth, down the line of her throat, and on over her chest and waist.
“Studying a lot?”
“Ah, yes. It’s pretty hard, though.”
“Well, the written exam’s the easy part, relatively speaking.”
“Is it?”
“Sure. Most people fail the practical.”
“Ah…”
For a moment there was only the sound of Suhee chewing the cookie.
“I can help with that, too.”
“Sorry?”
“The practical. Once you pass the written.”
Suhee didn’t mind this kindness from Jeongun. He was the man she had been angling for anyway. Unlike dull Donggyun or crude Taejun, he was polished, and even the way he carried himself had a pull to it. She was dying to know how he would change once she got him into bed—whether he would be as rough as those eyes promised, or secretly a little soft.
“Ah… then I’d love that.”
“All right, then…”
That was all he said before he turned away. Watching his back, Suhee pushed the rest of the cookie into her mouth. She liked the thick chocolate that chewed sticky amid the crisp shatter of it.
“Ah, I should be helping you, but I’ve got a workout today.”
“Oh. It’s fine. You don’t have to help.”
“Come on, after you helped me so much with the license exam… I’m sorry. Just for today.”
“Yeah. Whatever.”
She had wanted to stay and help close the shop, but she had a PT session with Taejun, so Suhee swallowed the regret and turned away. It wasn’t pure disappointment, though. He didn’t come close to the man in front of her—but Taejun was waiting, ready to play dirty in his place. After what had happened last time, she was curious just how aggressively he would cling today.
“Oh, hey.”
Taejun greeted Suhee with a broad grin. A snake’s glance raked her from head to toe and back again, fast.
“Hello.”
“Go change and come on out.”
“Okay.”
It was past nine; the number of other members on the floor was clearly thin. Suhee had a fair idea of what Taejun was angling for. As if he had been waiting for nothing but her to step out in workout clothes, Taejun closed in at once and set a hand on her back like it belonged there.
“Shall we get started?”
Whether he meant the workout or something else, his hand dragged slowly down her spine. It even slid, slick and shameless, over the bare skin between her sports top and leggings, and a faint tension locked into Suhee’s body. Watching the erector muscles rise tight under his touch—before they had even properly begun—Taejun felt himself starting to get hard. Truth was, class or no class, he wanted to drag her into a closed room and fuck her right then; he was barely holding on to reason.
“All right. One, two.”
Instead, he took every liberty with Suhee’s body while they worked. He was bold enough about it, dodging the other members’ eyes, that Suhee could barely keep her focus on the exercises. He deliberately loaded light weights and, cleverly, worked her over wherever the CCTV went blind.
“Can we tip that ass up a little more?”
His greasy hand swept up over the springy curve packed into her leggings, and Suhee’s whole attention snapped there. He was touching her more boldly than she had expected; it threw her. But the effect matched the shock.
“Nngh…”
“That’s it—just like that…”
Using his body to box her into a blind angle, Taejun’s hand grew bolder still. From high on her ass, near the small of her back, it slid slowly downward—straight down the center.
“Ah—”
“Don’t lose the tension.”
Steadying her restless body with his other hand, he dragged his middle finger down the cleft of her ass. The springy flesh under the thin leggings made Taejun’s cock swell harder by the second.
“Haa…”
The knife-edge of it was driving Suhee out of her mind. Taejun was blocking her with his body, but to be toyed with like this in the middle of a gym where other members still came and went—she hadn’t seen that coming. Every nerve funneled to the finger tracing down between her cheeks.
“Good. One more.”
Starting from her tailbone, the finger followed the seam and lingered lightly near her asshole. A little farther and it would reach between her legs, her pussy—but he didn’t go down easily. When Suhee reset her form a fraction, Taejun’s finger began to rub softly around her ass.
“Nngh… mmh…”
“Shh… Member. That sound’s getting a little dirty.”
He was hushing a Suhee who looked ready to spill moans that had nothing to do with exercise. His finger, though, showed no intention of stopping. Smiling at the way she answered his touch, he kept playing with her ass. Every light press of his finger made that pretty, round backside flinch and jump, and his cock was already fully hard. He had tucked it away inside his clothes so that from the outside he still looked fine—but Suhee, pressed close, could feel all of it. Taejun had deliberately set his cock against the side of her thigh.
“Haa… I—I’m losing strength…”
“Ah, can’t have that.”
As he helped lift her upper body, Taejun’s finger dropped fast.
Press.
“Nnh—!”
He grabbed a full handful of her ass and shoved the tip of his middle finger against her pussy. A faint dampness and a hot pulse came through to his finger, deeply satisfying. Filthy girl, just as he thought. A body that felt it easy—and she wasn’t refusing.
“Hah, nnh. Mmh.”
“Shh.”
With the angle perfectly sealed off, Taejun openly worked Suhee’s pussy. Rubbing over the leggings again and again, he brought the plump outline of her cunt more and more into relief. Whether her panties had stuck from the wetness, that thick, springy pussy flesh showed even under the fabric, and Taejun couldn’t take his fingers off it. Every stroke up and down only deepened the shape, and he felt like his cock might burst. He wanted to strip her bare right then and taste that plump, pretty cunt.
“Haa… ah… aah.”
Suhee was finding it harder and harder to hold still. Getting her pussy massaged like this in such an open place was a first. Taejun’s near-blatant handling of her folds, and the situation itself, kept making her wetter.
“Heh. Want to take a break?”
“Mmh, ah… y-yes… hah.”
Suhee knew exactly what he meant. Her pussy was already so soaked the cleft showed like a cut through the fabric; she had no wish to refuse.
Creeeak.
Thud.
Click.
The moment they stepped into the counseling room, Taejun locked the door first.
“Member—shall we pick up where we left off last time?”
At the naked bluntness of it, Suhee nodded. Taejun laid out a mat, sat her down, and sat facing her. His cock was straining so hard it looked ready to tear through his pants. Alone together, there was no need to hide it.
“All right… then.”
Hauling her in by her slim waist, Taejun pressed close, shoved her sports top up, and went straight for her breasts with his mouth.
Slurp. Suck.
His tongue slid free and coiled around a nipple already standing hard.
“Ah— nngh. Haa…”
Throwing her head back, Suhee drank in his attention; moans spilled from her mouth too. Maybe because she no longer had to hold them in the way she had outside, her whole body felt sharper, more raw.
As he licked greedily over her chest, Taejun pushed her closed knees apart to either side.
“Nnh—”
Breasts toyed with, legs forced open under his hands—Suhee’s pussy outline appeared between her thighs again, and Taejun swept a finger over it once more.
“Nngh, aah, ah—”
“Member, you really do taste good.”
“Haa… aah.”
Beyond the door, the gym’s loud music and the clank of machines carried through as Taejun began in earnest to take his fill of her body.
Rub. Rub. Rub. Rub.
“Nnh, ah— nngh, ah, aah, mmh.”
He worked her pussy freely over the leggings. Every time Taejun’s fingers found her clit, Suhee’s hips jerked.