Whose Pussy Is This?
Smooch, smooch, smooch…
The moment I stepped into Ji-hyun's studio apartment, I pulled her into my arms right there at the entrance and kissed her again. She answered in kind, resting both hands on my shoulders and drawing me close, and the slick, sticky sounds of our lips and tongues meeting soon filled the entryway.
When I finally pulled my mouth from hers, I planted a kiss on the nape of her neck.
"Haah… ah… so we end up like this again… Oppa… my body is all you're after, isn't it?"
Miss Ji-hyun said it with a heated sigh—and yet, far from pushing me away, she slipped her fingers into my hair and pulled me in even closer.
"Think back to yesterday. We had a good time, didn't we? I like you so much. If I could have you again… I'd do anything…."
"Haah… you mean it? Oppa, you really mean it?"
"I do. You trust your oppa, don't you?"
You trust your oppa, don't you?
Was there a less trustworthy phrase in the entire world! And yet it always worked, because in the end, human beings were animals of desire.
To take four little syllables at face value and throw your body straight into lust—that was what it meant to be human.
Miss Ji-hyun was no different. She knew perfectly well that my words were the last thing she should believe. But with last night's desire still smoldering in her memory, she chose the easy path—opening her body to me instead of turning me away.
Sure, sure. You just sit back and take good notes on how we enjoy our desires.
I breathed hot air against the nape of her neck and the shell of her ear, then sucked at her throat hard enough to make an audible pop.
"Ah—! It's going to leave a mark…"
"That's the idea. Everyone should know you're mine."
"But that's embarrassing…"
With her eyes squeezed shut, Miss Ji-hyun was savoring every brush of my lips.
Slipping the hand that gripped her slim waist up under her loose T-shirt, I found the slender line of her stomach just above the waistband of her leggings. Breathing hot against her ear, I worked my hand slowly upward.
Beneath the T-shirt, her chest was bare—no bra. I took the pair that fit my palms perfectly and kneaded them.
"Oh? No bra? So you were expecting me, weren't you?"
"Ah… no… I'm just… at home…"
"You knew I was coming, didn't you? Then what's this? Your nipples are standing straight up already."
"Th-that's… because you… ahhn!"
The moment I caught both nipples between my fingers and pinched, a sweet, nasal moan burst out of her. As if her breasts and their stiff peaks were toys made for me, I kept at them with eager, clumsy hands—rubbing, kneading, pinching, rolling.
"Hahhn… aaah… hahhn… Oppa…"
Braced against the wall at her back, she didn't know what to do with herself, trembling under the electricity my hands sent through her. I pushed her T-shirt up over her head, and she lifted her arms to help me strip it off.
"So pretty… your breasts…"
"Haah… don't stare like that…"
As I drank in the sight of her chest—looking to be about a B cup—Ji-hyun's face flushed crimson.
Miss Eun-mi, that seductress who'd pushed her chest into my lips begging to be sucked, had been lovely in her own way. But this obedient, blushing Ji-hyun was every bit as much to my taste.
With one hand exploring her breast, I caught the nipple of the other between my lips and gnawed at it gently, again and again.
"Hahht… aaah…!"
"Does it feel good?"
"…Yeah… haang… aah…"
I gripped her legs and lifted her clean off the floor. Her small, light body came up with ease, and she clung hard to me so as not to fall. Kissing Ji-hyun all the while, I toed off my shoes and stepped into the room, carried her to the bed by the window, and laid her down.
On the mattress, Ji-hyun felt my gaze roaming over her and curled up in embarrassment. I caught her arms so she couldn't hide, raised both above her head, then—teasing her nipple with my mouth—sent my free hand wandering up her thigh over the tight fabric of her leggings.
"Haah… haah… aaah…"
As my hand crept toward her inner thigh, her moans grew louder. I laid my palm flat over her mound—and held perfectly still.
"Haah… haah…"
Even with my hand gone from her wrists, she kept her eyes screwed shut, arms still raised above her head.
Just as her moans began to die down—
"Hup—!"
—I drove the fingers resting on her mound hard into the cleft of her pussy through the fabric. A startled cry broke from her lips, and I ground my fingertips against the slit of her pussy through the leggings.
"Aangh… aaah… Oppa… aaah…!"
Sucking her nipple while my fingers worked her mound, I watched her body's reactions out of the corner of my eye. Her hips, drunk on the pleasure, began to buck.
Watching her writhe, I undid my belt, shucked off my pants and underwear, and flung them onto the floor.
"You like it?"
I asked with a smile as Ji-hyun stared at my cock standing at full, proud attention.
"I don't know…"
Ji-hyun turned her face away, blushing.
I caught the waistband of her leggings and rolled them slowly down, leaving them bunched at her knees. Underneath, she wore plain gray sports panties.
Lifting her legs, I slid my cock between her thighs and began to rock back and forth—but bare skin dragging on bare skin stung, and the motion kept faltering.
"You have any body lotion or something?"
"Um… there's some body oil…"
She'd caught on to what I wanted. Ji-hyun turned her head and pointed at her vanity. I'd taken her for the innocent type, but she knew exactly what I was after.
I darted to the vanity, grabbed the big bottle of body oil, and drizzled it over her thighs. The runny oil pooled in the groove between her neatly pressed thighs like a tiny spring, and I spread it evenly across her inner thighs. Her light-gray panties drank the oil in and darkened to a deep, wet gray.
Then I took her ankles again, raised them high, wedged my cock between her slick thighs, and rocked. She squeezed her thighs down around me in return, and the sensation was so close to burying myself inside her pussy that I could almost pretend I was.
"What is this… the blanket's all soaked…"
"Don't worry about it. By the end of today, your pussy juice will have soaked it through anyway."
"Hahk… that's so embarrassing… don't say things like that."
"Why not? I like you better when I do."
"Saying stuff like that is embarrassing, Oppa…"
"It's fine—just be honest. Aah… Ji-hyun, your thighs are strangling my cock just like your pussy does."
"Embarrassing… haah…"
As my cock kept sliding between her thighs, moans kept leaking out of her mouth. And I decided it was about time I actually tasted her pussy—I pulled out from between her legs, peeled her panties down, and left them tangled with the leggings at her knees. Then I slicked more oil over my cock.
Her pussy was wet enough already, but since I meant to take her a different way this time, I wanted it to slide in as smoothly as possible. After coating my shaft and glans generously, I gathered her ankles together and hoisted them straight up into the air. Taking my cock in one hand, I aimed it at her pussy and buried it to the hilt in a single thrust.
"Kyaah! Hahk! Oppa…! What is th—aahn… aaah…"
It was a position that never would have worked with the tall Miss Eun-mi, but petite Ji-hyun took my cock with her legs hoisted high by my strength. Thanks to the oil, it pierced deep into her pussy without much resistance at all.
"Ngh…! Ji-hyun… with you like this, this little pussy of yours clamps down so hard. Can you feel my cock?"
"Aah… yeah… aaah… Oppa… hahht… aah…!"
I swung my hips back and forth, driving my cock in and out, and her channel squeezed down around every inch of me.
"How is it? Tell me. Can you feel my cock?"
"Yeah… I can feel it…"
"Feel what? What do you feel?"
Squelch, squelch, squelch.
A lewd, watery sound rose from my cock shuttling through her pussy—the oil making it filthier and stickier than usual.
"Hahht…! Aaah! I… I don't know…"
"Come on. Come on, say it."
"No… aangh, aangh, aaah…!"
I wanted to hear the words cock and pussy—raw and obscene—come spilling out of adorable Miss Ji-hyun's mouth. It was a treat in itself, watching this woman every man in the office pined after bounce breathlessly on my cock. But more than that, I wanted that mouth to say things like I love your cock, Oppa—the sort of filthy talk you'd only ever expect from Eun-mi.
A side of Ji-hyun that belonged to me alone. And a Ji-hyun who, because of it, came melting into my arms—that was what I wanted to make of her.
Mid-thrust, I stopped dead, held her legs together in my arms, and looked down at her.
"Haah… Oppa, why'd you stop…?"
"Say it. What's inside your pussy right now?"
"Aingh… that's embarrassing…"
She covered her face with both hands.
"Hurry up. Or I pull out."
She peeked at me between her fingers, wavering. To keep her from stalling, I drew my cock back a little—then drove it in to the root.
"Hahhn!"
"Feels good, right? Now, tell me. What's inside Ji-hyun's pussy?"
"…… O-Oppa's c…o…c…k…." The words crawled out of her, barely above a whisper.
"Hmm? What was that? I can't hear you."
"Oh, come on… Oppa's coooock…"
"And where is Oppa's cock right now?"
At her answer, I moved my hips in small, shallow strokes—a little reward. And a promise: listen to me from now on, and the rewards would only get bigger.
Schlick, schlick.
"In… in my pussy… haah…"
"Whose pussy is Oppa's cock in, hmm?"
I rocked my hips harder, dragging my glans along the ridged walls of her channel.
"Haah… aangh… aangh… Ji-hyun's pussy has… Oppa's cock in it… aangha… aaah…!"
"Good girl. That's how you talk from now on."
"Huaang! Aangh! Aah…! Oppaaa!!"
With her legs still hoisted over my arms, I slammed my hips back and forth, fast. The moans she'd been swallowing all this time began to pour out of her in a flood.
"Ji-hyun's pussy—whose pussy is it?"
"Oppa's! It's Oppa's pussy! Aaah! Aangh! Aah, it feels so good!"
"This pussy belongs to me now. So when I tell you to spread it, you spread it. Got that?"