Observation Club 3
“Ohh.”
The people who had been watching hurried after Jeongun and Suhee.
“Hnh.”
His arm around her waist felt solid, his body hard against hers. On top of that, her dress was still hiked up around her hips, leaving her thoroughly soaked pussy completely exposed. The stares of the people trailing behind them seemed to cling obsessively to the wet space between her thighs, and Suhee’s excitement refused to settle. Every step she took, led by Jeongun’s hand, made her legs rub together, and the pussy he had already thrust into and wrung dry ached with a dull throb.
“Hmm. Shall we go this way?”
The people around them had hoped Jeongun and Suhee would head for one of the rooms in the center of the hall. That way they could admire them from every direction. Jeongun’s thinking, however, was a little different. He wanted to take his time with Suhee and enjoy her slowly. So instead of a center room, he chose one along the wall—a room with glass on only one side.
“Aw…”
“What a shame.”
“Better grab a spot fast.”
Click.
Jeongun opened the door first and went inside. The room, carpeted in red, was a comfortable size. There was a bed that looked soft and inviting, along with an assortment of dildos, spanking implements, and restraints. One side was stocked with lube and condoms, though neither of them would need any of it.
The moment Jeongun and Suhee entered, the people who had followed scrambled to claim the seats up front. Only three or four could fit in the front row, but today the crowd was thicker than usual. The line stretched endlessly behind them. Under normal circumstances no one would have spilled over into the neighboring room’s queue, but today felt different.
“Move up a little.”
“Ah, come on.”
People who usually kept a lofty, composed air behind their masks while frequenting the observation club started jostling and making noise like shoppers at a market. That was how magnetic Suhee’s figure and face were. It wasn’t solely because of Jeongun’s reputation. Even with a mask on, Suhee’s beauty—the kind that didn’t need the light to shine—was more than enough to draw them in.
“How do you feel?”
“Haa… I’m so turned on.”
Even to Jeongun’s eyes, Suhee looked thoroughly worked up. Beneath the thin dress, her nipples had been standing out lewdly for a while now, and her breathing was rough. She had already gushed without him even touching her pussy more than a few times—she clearly had a gift for this sort of thing.
“Come on. Sit.”
Jeongun settled Suhee onto the plush bed, then adjusted the lighting in the room so that the outside could see in clearly, and the inside could see out just as well.
“Ah…”
Suhee’s breath hitched as she clearly saw the countless pairs of eyes beyond the glass wall, all fixed on them. She felt like merchandise on display in a showcase. The fabric of her dress kept teasing her nipples, and her body burned hotter and hotter.
Jeongun’s hand brushed her bare shoulder.
“You’re incredibly excited.”
“Haa… Yes, a little…”
“Your skin’s burning up.”
The bare flesh under his palm was hot. Blood had rushed to the surface of her skin, which meant she would be hypersensitive to every stimulus. He was already enjoying himself.
“Spread your legs for me.”
Jeongun whispered it softly against her. Suhee obeyed as if she were under hypnosis. Whether she was drunk on his voice or on his touch was impossible to tell. Maybe she was drunk on the countless eyes watching from outside.
The large, warm hand that had been caressing her shoulder slid down her body. Following the line beside her full, heavy breasts, down her side, to her waist—and as it descended, as if it were flipping a switch, Suhee’s legs opened left and right. Her already slick pussy presented its thoroughly soaked self to the audience waiting in front of them.
“Whoa…”
“Oh…”
Someone even called a staff member over to order drinks. Some of the men had already gotten hard and were groping their partners’ bodies. The thought of having public sex in front of such lewd spectators made Suhee’s pussy feel like it would never dry. Even as she kept her legs spread under Jeongun’s touch, she could feel more wetness trickling out of her.
“Hngh…”
His hand, which had ridden down to her waist, went lower still. He caught her spreading legs and urged them wider, then stroked the smooth, firm flesh of her thighs this way and that. He looked almost like a chef showing the audience up front which cut was the most delicious.
“Haaaang.”
As he swept his hands back and forth along her thighs, Suhee tipped her head back and let out a loud moan. The sound carried clearly to the outside. With her head thrown back and her waist arched, her body was put on even more shameless display. Her legs fell open of their own accord, aching for his hands to slip between them. The ticklish brush of his fingers on the skin of her thighs was driving her insane.
“Hngh—hurry… hurry…”
“Hurry what?”
“Haa, touch me here. Please?”
Suhee was always lewd, but right now she was at her peak. She desperately wanted his hand to pry open her dripping pussy right in front of those watching eyes.
“Where? Your pussy?”
“Haa… Yes.”
Hearing the crude word from his mouth only made her more frantic, her body hotter.
“This soaking wet… pussy of yours, you mean?”
“Ahh, yes. Yes.”
Maybe it was because of the mask. Even while trading filthy talk and openly showing her most private parts to the audience, she felt no guilt. If anything, using the mask as a shield and exposing herself this freely felt wonderful. A sense of liberation swelled inside her until it seemed ready to burst, and that became her pleasure.
Jeongun’s hand slid inward along her inner thigh. Even as he silently marveled at how extraordinary Suhee’s skin was, he moved without hurry. Her sleek thighs felt like clay that had been thoroughly wet down. Whether from arousal or sweat, they were damp, and that made his hand feel as if it were being drawn toward her pussy of its own accord. The flesh was pliant, springy, and smooth. If he wrapped his whole body around her and drove his cock into her, he would feel this texture everywhere.
The farther his hand went in, the more Suhee’s body trembled.
“Oh…”
“Nice. Very nice.”
“As expected…”
The spectators, sipping wine or whiskey as they watched, kept letting out soft exclamations of appreciation. It was like looking at a perfectly composed painting. Suhee’s flawless figure might have felt almost unreal, but the lewd way she responded so honestly to Jeongun’s touch and begged for more was vividly real. She hadn’t been in the club long, and already she had become the woman who suited this place best.
Squelch.
“Hnnngh, nngh, ah.”
Jeongun’s fingers touched the lips of Suhee’s pussy. The plump, springy flesh coiled around his fingers as if it had been waiting. Without pushing inside the hole, he slowly spread the seeping juices over her folds. The thick flesh shifted this way and that like a rubber ball bouncing, then pushed back against his fingers instead.
“Hoo…”
Clink.
A few of the people watching up front undid their belt buckles. Ordinarily, jerking off while watching someone else’s act in this club was considered extremely low-class. Right now, though, no one thought that way. Any normal man looking at Suhee’s lewd body would agree that, inside this club, it was only natural.
Squelch. Squelch.
“Hngh, ah—”
The more leisurely Jeongun’s fingers rubbed her pussy, the more Suhee felt she would lose her mind. Especially as more and more men outside started fondling their cocks while staring at her, that feeling only grew. Every time she flinched and her legs tried to close, Jeongun held them firmly open. He massaged her with her pussy kept spread so everyone could see it clearly. Her juices ran out in thick streams, almost like she was pissing.
“Ah… I’m going to come… nngh.”
“Already? Again?”
“Yeees… ah, put it in. It feels so good. Please… nngh.”
Suhee begged Jeongun again. She wanted those thick fingers to push inside and scrape her out deliciously one more time.
Squelch.
Jeongun’s fingers wandered between her petals. He dipped them lightly into the hole where her juices were flowing, then rubbed her inner lips and tormented her. When he slid up just enough to tease her clit with subtle strokes, holding back her filthy moans became impossible.
“Haang, aaaang, please, faster… aaang.”
The audience watched. Some gripped their cocks and stroked; others kept drinking with Suhee’s display as their side dish. Even the men who hadn’t taken theirs out had bulges at the fronts of their pants, and the women, as if living Suhee’s pleasure by proxy, pressed their thighs together and squirmed. Couples who had come together were openly groping between each other’s legs. There wasn’t a single person in that space who wasn’t lewd.
Maybe it was the atmosphere, but Suhee did something she normally wouldn’t. She grabbed Jeongun’s hand as it circled her folds and pressed it down hard—as if begging him to push deeper inside.
“You’re that worked up, huh?”
“That’s right… ah…”
Jeongun smiled and moved around behind her. With one hand he gently rubbed the nipples standing out under her dress.
“Haak, aaang. Nngh.”
As Suhee sobbed and rocked her body, he finally pushed the fingers she had been craving into her pussy.
Squelch.
So much juice had poured out of her that even with only a little of his finger inside, it gushed and ran down in thick streams.
“Haak, aah, aaang.”
Her breath caught at the base of her throat. The thought that everyone in front of them was watching her nipples being played with and her pussy being fingered was enough to drive her crazy. Seeing the men stroking their cocks made it even worse. Knowing that so many different people were looking at her body and lusting after it left her with no way to cool the excitement boiling up inside her.
Schlick. Schlick. Schlick.
Suhee’s folds clung greedily to Jeongun’s fingers. He moved them to work her G-spot while pinching and rubbing her nipples. The tighter her pussy clenched around him, the harder it became to move his fingers at all.