Even If One Dies Gobbling It Up, They Wouldn't Notice

"If you like tits that much, I'll do it for you. Titty fuck!"

Jiyeon said it with a face full of mischief. Of course, there was no way I'd refuse.

She slipped my pillar between her massive breasts and went to town with playful enthusiasm.

"Whoa! What the hell is this!"

At the end of the paizuri, I ended up shooting right on her face. That's when I remembered one thing I'd forgotten.

"What? Why's there so much?"

The volume boosted by the Master Card <Cum Volume> far exceeded my expectations. Up until then, my loads had been pretty average—just enough to mess up a face. But now? It completely coated her face and then some. No ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠exaggeration: it could've filled a Yakult bottle to the brim with plenty left over.

And that was my third time today. Wild.

It's common knowledge that cum volume isn't tied to stamina or how much pleasure your partner feels. But visually? It's a whole different story. Staring at Jiyeon, her face slathered in my seed like some kind of perverse mask pack, filled me with absurd pride.

And apparently, women feel the same. A big load from their guy makes them think they've really satisfied him.

"Wow! How do you even produce this much, Uncle? Damn... if only your face matched."

Her complaints like that were just cute now. Who wouldn't love it? Not a hint of anger as my cum dripped off her—instead, she licked it up like she was savoring it. Couldn't ask for more.

We headed to the bathroom together. Her face was a total mess; she had to wash up.

After showering, we crashed on the bed, and she started chattering away again.

"Ung! Thinking about it, it feels like you're paying me to do stuff. Like my innocence is getting tainted. But you don't really see me that way, right, Uncle?"

"See you how?"

"Like! Some girl who'll do anything for money. Hing! It's unfair!"

"No way. I know you love it when I pound you deep."

"Hey! Don't use words like that, Uncle! That's my thing!"

I got scolded for no reason. Fair enough, though. When a cutie like her drops dirty words, it's lethally adorable. But coming from a sleaze like me? Probably just lethally gross.

"Alright, my bad..."

"But anyway! I love it when you pound me!"

And we went at it two more times. Once, I creampied her. The other, she took it on her face. Not because I wanted it—she did.

"The girls say guys love facials or cumshots in the mouth most. One even said if she messes up, she does it and pretends it never happened."

Do kids these days go that far? Damn. Not even a decade later, and the world's changed?

"And they say doing it multiple times a day wears guys out quick. But you ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠handle it like a champ, Uncle. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠You're way older than me, too. I heard guys get worse with age."

"I'm... not that old yet."

"Ung? Aren't you like twice my age? That's old!"

"Hey... I'm not even ten years older than you."

"Gasp! Liar! No way! Why lie? I wouldn't tease you for being old!"

Jiyeon only believed me after I showed her my ID.

"This isn't fake, is it?"

Nope. Still suspicious.

"Keep doubting and I'll call you oppa since we're both in our twenties... Pfft..."

She burst out laughing.

"Nooo! I laughed so hard inside the first time calling you oppa... Hehe! Girls say guys melt when you call 'em oppa... Giggle!"

So we stuck with "Uncle" for now. What a bittersweet night.

"Anyway, if you're in your twenties, Uncle, do me one more time. What're you waiting for? Pound me already!"

My second night with Jiyeon was just as fun. Seeing her cherish our thing made me happiest. Gazing down at that cute face twist in ecstasy? Pure bliss.

Jiyeon's second video went up.

Plain title. But nothing to nitpick. Especially with those overflowing loads—the "stamina monster" bit fit perfectly.

A few days later, I bundled up the nightly sessions with Bora.

Come to think of it, that's two creampie vids already. Unlocked ones with the same actress, no less. Not planned, but the title works.

Bora's acting kept improving. Her resentment toward the guy shone through. Heat you won't find in other porn. No director demands real emotion in adult vids.

But my casts? They deliver veteran-level passion. Makes sense—it's real.

Bora hated me more each day. Jiyeon loved me more. Each got what they wanted, and I got mine.

She messaged constantly. Mostly filthy stuff.

Damn near spat out my break room coffee seeing that.

"Huh? Choked? You okay, sunbae?"

"Uh... yeah... fine..."

Cold sweat. Hope Moon-hee didn't see. Probably not.

She doubled down on words I hated.

Her energy was overwhelming.

Nonstop texts.

And pics: normal seated at desk. Then skirt up, legs spread. Finally, hand on her pussy. No face, but those tits gave her away.

Meant "cut the horny talk at work."

I pocketed my phone. Met her that evening.

"Ahh! Uncle!"

"Hungry?"

"Yeah!"

"Whatcha wanna eat?"

"Mm... Uncle's dick!"

"Hey... Jiyeon. Not on the street, okay?"

"Pound me! Or I'll yell louder."

"Fine. Dinner first..."

"Somewhere inside! Quickie then eat. Food over me?"

Nearby motel it was.

"Can't stay late..."

"Yeah. Quick fun, then food."

"No. Pound me hard now!"

She stripped wildly. Oh. Right.

Honestly? Never got tired of her. Felt like dating for the first time in forever.

.....

And that was the problem. Dating? For a creep like me?

Ah. Realization hit—I'd fucked up.

I pondered. With Eun-hee, it was a fling with a friend. Bora? Pure domination. No worries there.

But Jiyeon? I'd ignored her side. She saw me as her boyfriend.

Sadly, I didn't. Makes sense—planning to fuck tons more women. No need for a girlfriend.

Sudden meetup. Not just for sex—needed to clarify things.

If she wouldn't accept? Better rip the band-aid quick. For both our sakes.

"Hurry. Motel there."

"Talk first today."

"Ung? Pound first, talk after?"

"Serious talk."

"Huuung? Dumping me? Tired already?"

Women's intuition is sharp.

"Not sick of you. You're amazing."

"Even if breaking up, pound first!"

Teary-eyed, still filthy-mouthed.

"Talk first. Not breaking up."

"Really keeping me?"

Tears welling.

"Yeah. But we need an agreement."

"I'm not your girlfriend?"

"Huh?"

"Figured it when you ghosted in chat. Hate dating me?"

Chills. Women read minds from crumbs.