The Mild Taste of Ho-chul and the Spicy Taste of Su-hui
Lee Su-hui lay sprawled across her bed in the quiet solitude of her studio apartment, the late afternoon light filtering softly through the half-drawn curtains. It had been several days since the intense, back-to-back encounters with her lovers, and this rare moment of respite felt almost luxurious. Her thoughts drifted back to the confession she had received from Ho-chul, the college classmate whose shy devotion had once seemed so innocent. She had shown him other men inside her, watched him react with raw hunger, and ultimately let all three of them intertwine their bodies in a tangled, shared ecstasy. Since then, no word from him. A flicker of pity stirred in her chest—after all, she had taken his virginity and left him marked—but necessity had left her no choice. If he were to become a proper boyfriend, these shameless acts would need to be tidied away, yet she simply could not find the resolve. The wild, varied pleasures her body had awakened to were too intoxicating to surrender.
Varied experiences…
The memories of Professor Choi and Mi-jung flooded her mind like a vivid dream. She had never imagined such an array of devices could exist, let alone be wielded with such precision. The relentless vibration of the dildo still buried deep inside her felt like an aftershock, pulsing through every nerve. The slick, sliding sensation of Mi-jung riding her own dildo while they rubbed together against her folds lingered in her body like a phantom caress. A woman. Sex with a woman. It was a revelation she had never seen coming.
She could still picture Mi-jung’s dark, curvaceous hips grinding against her own, moving in perfect rhythm. Because it was another woman, Mi-jung’s hands had been so thorough, tracing every contour of Su-hui’s skin with deliberate hunger. Those fingers had found the tender spots inside her, pressing and circling with teasing insistence until she had been utterly consumed. Su-hui’s hand slipped slowly inside her shorts now, fingers brushing the sensitive skin beneath. She remembered the warmth of Mi-jung’s body, the way those same fingers had stroked and circled, and let her own touch mirror the memory, gentle and exploratory.
“Hngh…”
Her body reacted instantly, wetness flooding her folds as if she had been awakened by the mere thought. It was as if her body craved that touch, that heat, that touch once again. Just then, her phone rang.
“Hello?”
“Hey, Su-hui, it’s me…”
“Oh… Ho-chul?”
“There’s… something I need to talk about. Is now a good time?”
“Hmm… Then why don’t you come over to my place?”
“H-home…?”
“Y-yeah… I’m a bit tired.”
“Oh… okay.”
Su-hui gave him her address and hung up, a curious smile playing on her lips. She wondered what he would say. Honestly, it wouldn’t have been so bad to continue as mere sex partners. Ho-chul was pure and kind-hearted, one of the few men who had allowed her to take the lead in their encounters. It wasn’t the wild, fiery kind of spice she craved, but sometimes a gentle taste was exactly what the moment needed.
A short while later, Ho-chul arrived. Su-hui opened the door, and he stepped inside with visible hesitation. This was the first time they had met since the voyeuristic performance, and an awkward tension filled the air. She sat on the edge of the bed while he settled on the floor, still keeping a respectful distance.
“How was the voyeur play, Ho-chul?”
“Ah… th-that…”
“You know what kind of woman I am, right? I’m sorry, but I can’t just pretend that confession of yours… didn’t happen.”
“I… I still like you, Su-hui.”
“What?”
Ho-chul’s unexpected words left her momentarily stunned. She had expected reluctance, perhaps even despair.
“You watched me get taken by other men and still…?”
“…Yeah…”
“Well, just so you know, Ho-chul… I can’t give up on this.”
Su-hui clenched her fist, feeling a strange thrill at his vulnerability.
“At first I didn’t understand, but… I still can’t let go. Su-hui.”
“…Even if we start dating, I’ll still have sex with other men.”
Su-hui watched him silently, but to her surprise his pants were tented, a clear sign of arousal.
“What’s that?”
She reached out with her foot and nudged him. The rigid feel beneath the fabric told her the truth—he was hard because of the thought of her with others.
“You’re getting hard just thinking about me being fucked by someone else?”
“…Yeah…”
“Interesting. So you still like me…?”
“Just remembering that day makes my cock stay rock-hard…”
“Your taste isn’t so ordinary after all.”
She pressed down firmly with the sole of her foot on his bulging pants.
“It’s okay if your girlfriend gets taken by others?”
“Ugh… Su-hui…”
“Answer me, you perverted bastard.”
“Yeah… yeah… I want to see you getting fucked…”
“You were excited even then, watching me get penetrated, weren’t you?”
“Yeah…”
“You’re truly an enormous pervert.”
“Take it off.”
Su-hui commanded him with her foot, pressing down hard. She found herself strangely aroused by the sight of him submitting, by the way he obeyed her cruel words. A new discovery. Ho-chul stripped without protest, giving her exactly what she wanted.
“Look at that… lewd thoughts and a hard cock… you fucking bastard.”
“S-Su-hui…”
“Don’t you like it when I curse?”
“It’s… fine.”
“Of course it is. You’re acting like a dog in heat, your cock twitching like that.”
Su-hui’s slender white foot began to rub against his erection in slow, deliberate strokes. The hardness throbbing against her sole sent fresh heat pooling between her own thighs.
“Does it feel good? My foot?”
“Yeah… it feels way too good…”
“You’re such a pervert who gets off on my foot.”
“Hngh…”
“Honest as always. Should I give you a reward?”
Su-hui reached for the lotion on the nightstand, squeezing some onto her foot before pressing the slippery, glossy surface against his cock. Her toes wrapped around the shaft like fingers, stroking with expert precision.
“Hah… Su-hui…”
“What? Does it feel amazing? Look at that thick, dirty precum oozing out.”
Her words grew filthier, and Ho-chul’s expression showed he was awakening to something new. She switched to using both feet, the soft, lotion-slick soles massaging and rolling over his throbbing length.
“Chhk… chhk… chhk…”
“Haa… Su-hui… I’m close…”
“Already? My foot must feel incredible to you.”
“Hngh… I’m close… just a moment…”
“You horny bastard… cum on my foot. Fill it up.”
As Ho-chul groaned, Su-hui pressed harder with her toes, twisting the head. The sound of lotion and precum mixing filled the room with wet, obscene squelches. Her left foot cradled the side while her right toes curled and squeezed the sensitive tip.
“Haa… I’m cumming… Su-hui.”
Thick ropes of cum erupted across her soles. Su-hui moaned at the hot, sticky sensation, her own pussy growing even wetter. The viscous fluid coated every inch of her skin.
“Haa… you dirty bastard. You came all over my foot while getting molested.”
“Haa… Su-hui… it feels too good…”
Seeing him beneath her, kneeling and painting her foot with his release, only made her want to torment him further. She had always enjoyed being the one taken, but now the power to give pleasure—or deny it—felt deliciously new.
“You don’t call me Su-hui. You call me Master.”
“…S-Su-hui…”
“Don’t like it?”
“M-Master…”
“That’s better. Today I am your Master, understand?”
“Yes… yes.”
Ho-chul was clearly aroused by her dominant, vulgar tone. His climax came faster than usual. Watching her foot press and rub against his cock while he knelt was unbearably erotic. She wiped the cum from her foot and resumed stroking him.
“Haa… you fucking bastard… look at all that cum… still want to date me?”
“Yes… yes… Master…”
“Good. Then I’ll decide based on what you do next. Cock out and stroke for me.”
Su-hui lifted her foot away and watched him spin into action, his hand pumping frantically beneath her gaze.
“Haa… stroking your cock while I watch… disgusting…”
His cock swelled even larger. The combination of her words and filthy insults only heightened his frenzy. Su-hui herself grew wetter with every curse, her panties soaked through. Slowly, she began to undress, peeling off layer after layer until her body was exposed to his hungry eyes.
“Why? Does watching me strip make you so excited? You want me to fuck you hard?”
“Yes, Master.”
“You horny dog…”
Seated on the bed, Su-hui spread her legs wide before him, the soaked panties dangling in his view. She hooked a finger into the fabric and pulled it aside, revealing her glistening, hairless pussy lips. A thin strand of her arousal stretched between her fingers as she held his gaze.
“Come and fuck me like a dog, you bastard.”
“Yes… yes.”
Ho-chul thrust forward, burying his thick cock deep inside her in one powerful stroke.
“Hngh… you bastard… so thick… how much in heat must you be?”
“Uugh… I love it so much, Master.”
“Does it taste good?”
“Yes…”
Ho-chul’s hips began to snap forward, driving deep and relentless.
“Hngh… ahh… fuck… you’re so huge… ahh…”
“Can… we date?”
“Ahh… ahh… that’s what you said… you bastard… fuck me faster… hngh…”
“Schlick… schlick… schlick… schlick…”
Her juices flowed freely down his shaft. Ho-chul reached up to unhook her bra, freeing her heavy, jiggling breasts. Su-hui’s pink nipples stood rock-hard.
“Hngh… ahh… ahh… where… how dare you… hngh… touch my clothes…”
“Hah… hah… s-sorry, Master…”
“Ahh… ahh… ahh… w-what are you doing… hngh… suck it…”
Ho-chul pinched her nipple hard, turning her over and seating her on top of him. He squeezed both breasts with powerful hands.
“Haa… ahh… ahh… ahh… it feels so good… hngh…”
“Haa… I do too… I do too…”
Su-hui rode him with savage force, slamming her hips down, then spreading her legs wide to take him deep again. Watching her breasts bounce as she fucked him, Ho-chul leaned up to bite and suck her nipples, his hands kneading the soft flesh.
“Haa… ahh… you horny bastard… your cock… it’s so huge… haa… ahh… your nipples too… hngh… feels so good… you fucking bastard…”
Su-hui cursed loudly with every punishing thrust.
“Hah… Master… you’re so beautiful… I’m close…”
“You fucking bastard… hngh… want to fill my pussy… ahh…?”
“Yes… I want to cum inside you.”
“Haa… then shoot it all… ahh… fill me with that dirty cock…”
“Crk…”
Ho-chul’s cock pulsed, pumping thick ropes of cum deep inside her. Su-hui continued slamming down, forcing every drop out around his shaft.
“Haa… ahh… so full… you bastard… haa… ahh… ahh… it’s so slippery… ahh… ahh…”
She fucked him with wild abandon until her orgasm crashed over her. Her pussy clenched and squirted around his cock as she collapsed onto his chest, kissing him deeply.
“Haa… Ho-chul… I was a bit rough, wasn’t I?”
“No… I loved it too…”
“Even though you’re like this, you still want me? I’ll probably keep fucking others a lot…”
“…Yeah… I still want it… actually… I shouldn’t… but just imagining you with someone else makes me so hard…”
“Perverted bastard…”
Eventually they agreed to continue this twisted relationship. Who knew how long it would last.
“Ho-chul.”
“Hm?”
“You don’t mind when I curse and act like that?”
“Ah… actually… it turns me on too…”
“Good. Then I’ll do it often from now on, you perverted bastard.”
Su-hui stroked his softening cock, which quickly stiffened again.
“You horny bastard… you want me to fuck you again?”
“…Yes… Master.”
Their eyes burned with fresh desire. Soon the room filled with the wet slap of flesh and Su-hui’s eager moans.