The Busty Innocent Girl Whispers Filthy Dirty Talk Right in My Ear
"Ah! What the hell is this! Huh? No, I'm eating right now, and you made me spill it, mister."
The corners of her mouth were utterly smeared with semen as she spoke. For some reason, a swell of inexplicable pride washed over me.
"Huh? It's fine. Slurp slurp. What are you eating that's so delicious? It doesn't taste like anything. Eughhh. I hate it so much. But since you gave it to me, mister, I tried it."
From the other end of the line, I heard a stranger's voice telling her not to just accept food from random people like that. Some perverts mix weird stuff into food, so she had to be careful. Sorry, but I didn't mix in even a single thing. It's completely natural.
That swell of pride sent shivers racing down my spine.
"I know. I'm not a kid. Yeah!"
Jiyeon shot me a playful grin full of mischief, leaned down, and brought her tongue to my glans, still thickly coated in semen. She slipped her tongue between them, tickling it teasingly.
I twitched. A fresh spurt of semen that hadn't fully come out yet erupted once more.
Jiyeon glared at me again.
Ah... Jiyeon was truly such a good girl. She didn't seem to mind at all that her mouth was dirtied by my cum.
Smack! Instead, she even gave the tip one last gentle suck.
I felt like I could die right then without a single regret.
"Yeah. I can get home on my own, so don't worry and go to sleep. What, you think I can't find my way home? Yeah. Okay. Goodnight."
The call ended, and my moment of ecstasy wrapped up for the time being.
"You ugly space monster! How dare you interrupt my call with Mi-nam! Divine punishment awaits! Yap! Yap! Victory is mine!"
Having poured out all her strength, Jiyeon toppled forward onto my spent cock, poking it with her finger as she declared her triumph.
It felt unjust somehow, but a fallen loser had nothing to say.
"Mi-nam—is that his name? Or a nickname?"
Feeling a mix of gratitude and guilt toward her, I couldn't help asking the question that had been nagging at me. Who was that guy? Had I really done something outrageous again? Had I unwittingly stolen another man's girl?
Well, even if I had, I wouldn't regret it. I knew full well that if I'd known about him, I still wouldn't have passed up starting things with this adorable girl.
"His name. Kim Mi-nam. Funny, right?"
"Cute name. Mi-nam. Probably handsome like his name suggests?"
Jiyeon pondered for a moment before answering.
"Hmm... handsome? Well, compared to you, mister, he kinda seems that way... Yeah. Now that I have something to compare to, I can tell he's handsome. Yeah! If I'd known, I should've dated Mi-nam instead."
Jiyeon pouted again.
"Wasn't he your boyfriend?"
"He is my boyfriend. But like, a guy friend, not a lover."
They'd seemed awfully close for that.
"This guy's him."
Jiyeon pulled up her SNS on her smartphone and showed me a photo of one guy. I vaguely remembered glimpsing it earlier. A guy about her age, standing shoulder-to-shoulder with Jiyeon, both smiling. He was ridiculously handsome. He could walk into any agency right now and get signed. Tall, with deep, piercing eyes. The picture-perfect pretty boy.
"He's super handsome."
"Right? Comparing him to you, mister, makes it obvious."
Why? Even looking at that handsome face?
Plus, from the voice on the phone, he didn't strike me as the type at all. What was it? There was affection in it. He was genuinely worried about her. From the snippets I overheard, they'd been friends since childhood. Like my friendship with Eunhee—a girl friend, guy friend kind of thing?
No. It was different from that. The voice from the phone hadn't sounded like mere friendship. It was way more intimate.
But from Jiyeon's side, it didn't seem that way. There was familiarity, but not the affection I'd heard in his voice.
Was it one-sided? Or had there actually been feelings between them, but the Casting Card <Active Protagonist> diluted those emotions?
Since I'd used the card without knowing much about her, it was hard to say for sure.
"Ugh... sticky. I ate something weird."
Jiyeon got up, went to the bathroom to brush her teeth, and came back.
"Hey! You're not sending me home tonight, right, mister?"
Earlier she'd clearly said she wanted to sleep somewhere clean... Well. Keeping up with her whims was impossible.
"Huh? You gotta go?"
I knew her feelings, but for politeness' sake, I asked anyway.
"No way. I wanna fuck you more, mister. You're gonna pound me again, right?"
Her word choice was so crude it was a little scary. I wanted to say mating again so soon might be too much, but something told me not to poke the bear.
"Of course. As long as I get to be with you, Jiyeon, I'm happy."
"Okay, hold on. One quick call."
She put a finger to her lips, signaling silence, and dialed.
"Yeah, it's me, Mom. Me? At the library. You know exams start tomorrow? Super busy. Yeah. Eating properly. Okay. Goodnight, Mom. I'll ace the test and come home."
Now she was the world's most studious, dutiful daughter.
"Done. Now pound me!"
She tossed the phone and lunged at me.
Predicting Jiyeon's moves was utterly impossible for me. I couldn't reconcile this wildly impulsive girl, like a kid discovering sex for the first time, with the pure, polite one I'd first met.
She was a woman of many colors. I wondered if I'd ever uncover her true self.
Judging from Eunhee's case, it didn't seem like just the Casting Card <Active Protagonist>. Maybe she really did have all these facets.
"Jiyeon. I've got a favor to ask."
Suddenly, one crucial fact popped into my head. We'd fucked twice now, but I still hadn't done one important thing.
"What?"
"Your tits..."
Honestly, asking a girl on her first day for a titjob wasn't easy, even for a shameless guy like me. But it was essential. Sex with a busty beauty without that was like ramen without char siu.
"My tits? Wanna touch 'em? Go ahead!"
"Not that."
I sat her down in front of me and slid my pillar between her breasts.
"Whatcha doing?"
She was curious but didn't freak out or stop me.
"Men's ultimate fantasy."
"What's that?"
Her eyes sparkled with curiosity. Jiyeon's tits enveloped my massive shaft with room to spare.
"What's your bra size?"
"J-cup."
J-cup? Holy shit. Impressed, I took her hands, placed them on either side of her breasts, and pressed them together firmly.
She watched my actions with rapt fascination.
"Whoa! You're such a perv! Guess I misjudged you."
Jiyeon burst into giggles, clearly amused. Then, as I'd asked, she started sliding her tits back and forth while squeezing them.
She quickly got the hang of it, moving rhythmically to stroke my cock.
"How'd you even think of using tits like this? You're a genius perv, mister!"
"Wasn't my idea. All guys want it—they just can't."
"Huh? Why? Can't tell tits from pussy?"
"You get to feel those tits to your heart's content. And not just anyone can do it."
"Why not?"
"Hmm. If your tits are small, you can't really sandwich it like this."
"Ah, gotcha!"
She finally nodded in understanding. Folks with 'em really can't grasp the pain of those without.
"So, you like it?"
"Love it!"
"Good. Guess I can make you happy at least once or twice."
Jiyeon worked her tits diligently.
"Not once or twice—you make me happy just existing."
"Kyahaha! Don't say creepy shit like that!"
Unlike most girls, Jiyeon didn't cringe at flirty lines; she just called them gross and shivered.
"Mm..."
As she rubbed my shaft with her tits, Jiyeon tilted her head at the glans poking up from between them, then leaned down to tease it with her tongue.
"Whoa! Woo!"
Incredible service. Pure bliss! I couldn't help feeling grateful.
Thanks to that, even after cumming three times already, I hit the peak again in no time.
Jiyeon kept at it for fun, flicking her tongue over the tip, sometimes kissing it.
"Yap! Yap! Ugly dick's out! In it goes."
Sometimes she'd deepthroat me, other times chatter down at it from above.
And I felt the urge to cum again.
Ah! This was the limit now.
Splurt!
Semen blasted powerfully from the tip, splattering Jiyeon's face.
"Eek!"
She yelped in surprise.
"Eugh! Gross! Bad perv mister!"
But amazingly, Jiyeon didn't stop moving her tits. In that position, I added a few more spurts, completely covering her face.
"That it?"
Jiyeon looked up, asking. Semen was still dripping, but she didn't seem disgusted.
Her expression was so cute I couldn't help petting her head.
"Yeah. Thanks."
"Okay. Now you pound me!"
She climbed onto the bed and said.
"Um... can we rest a bit first?"
"Why?"
"Guys need a little recovery time after cumming once."
"Oh! Got it. Later then."
She was an innocent sex fiend, addicted to her first taste of pleasure but clueless about men.
After a short break, we started fucking again as she wanted.
"Get on all fours."
To fulfill her wish, I laid her upper body on the bed, hoisted her lower half high with her ass up, and thrust in hard.
"Ahhng! Weird! It feels so full!"
Jiyeon started feeling it right away. Less than a minute in, she hugged the pillow, unleashing her pleasure freely.
Of course—that was the Active Card <Expression> I had on. It was only natural.
Just... her expressions were a bit embarrassing.
"Hngaa! Love your dick so much! Even if it's ugly!"
For some reason, no matter how lost in lust she got, she never forgot to call me ugly.
"Pound me hard! My pussy's twitching like crazy!"
She begged nonstop for my cock, her pussy quivering, pleading to be fucked.
"Fuuuck, it feels so good. Squelch! Squelch! Jiyeon's in heat, fuuuck yes!"
I was used to her raw, filthy words by now. They didn't match her cute face at all, but hearing her spit them out without filter was an intense auditory thrill.
Perfect. Visually, aurally, tactilely.
Maybe that's why—even after creampieing her ass multiple times, I swear I came way more than usual.
"Haa... haa. That was amazing. But... I feel like I'm gonna die."
After the third round, she whined she didn't even have the energy to go to the bathroom.
We hadn't gone that long. But the overwhelming pleasure had drained every ounce of her energy.
"I wanna wash up now..."
After lying facedown on the bed for a bit, Jiyeon weakly asked me.
I carried her to the bathroom and gently cleaned her semen-smeared face.
"It's so nice having you wash me, mister. Do it every time."
So I washed her whole body too. I even princess-carried her out.
"Not heavy? I'm pretty heavy."
"Not like a feather, but not heavy."
Truth be told, aside from her massive tits, her body was slim. She probably didn't even weigh half what I did.
"You're strong too, mister. But why's your face..."
Hmm... did I really need to do something about my face?