Freshly Squeezed Semen Latte
"Drink the lactose-free zero caffe latte made with freshly squeezed semen."
"Got it. I'll give it a try then. No choice..."
"Then you should take your clothes off first, right?"
She fidgeted awkwardly, so I grabbed her gray dress and yanked it down roughly. Her impressively full breasts jiggled heavily.
"Haang!" With her sensitivity boosted tenfold, her nipples stood stiff and erect. Even the slight brush of fabric against them drew a moan from her hypersensitive peaks.
"Nipples all hard like that, but you're pretending otherwise... lol."
Ayoung blushed in embarrassment. I started kneading her breasts roughly. So soft and squishy, feels amazing.
Ayoung had sometimes worn revealing clothes on purpose due to pent-up frustration, enjoying the stares. But in front of this man, instincts she'd long forgotten as a female were awakening in a bizarre way.
Of course, she had no idea it was due to hypnosis. She just thought her body had become unusually sensitive.
I lay down on the floor. Ayoung knelt beside me, bending at the waist and pressing her breasts together with both hands. My cock was long enough that when she leaned forward, the glans and front half poked right into her mouth.
"O-okay... here goes." She squeezed her tits around my shaft and started shaking them.
Kuh... this is my first time too. With the average Korean woman's breast size, paizuri was barely even feasible. And guys needed a certain length too, or it just ended up awkward for both.
Maybe because it was my first, but having my dick sandwiched between those soft, pillowy tits felt way better than I'd imagined.
Kim Ayoung knew all about sex from years of experience, especially how to please her husband. Without being told, she bent her head like a dog and planted a kiss on the glans.
Then, grunting with effort, she lowered her head and began licking and sucking the tip protruding from her cleavage. Her tongue work was impressive.
Slosh slosh, lick lick.
"Kuh, you're good at this, auntie. Why didn't you do it for your husband? Poor guy."
"Th-that's... slurp! His dick was too small... lick! Couldn't fit... and... smooch! Please don't talk about Seoyeon’s dad... slurp sluuuurp."
Ayoung understood better than anyone that her actions were cheating. But her role as one man's wife clashed with the compulsion Han Seongtae had implanted—the common sense and obsession that she had to accept his semen. These instincts warred within her.
"Why? Isn't this just helping collect the overdue rent semen?"
"Mmph, yeah, but... lick, it's embarrassing. I can't tell my husband..."
"When's your husband coming back?"
"Munch munch lick, no idea. He's always on business trips—probably in the UK right now? Mmmph."
And though she was just servicing with her mouth and tits, her tenfold sensitivity had her feeling it too.
Sweat beaded on her knees against the floor. Drool from her mouth sliding down my cock mixed with pussy juices dripping from her slit.
I slipped my hand under her dress, pushed aside her panties, and started fingering her.
"Aaht!♡"
Squelch, poke poke, rub rub.
Her body arched like a bow as fingers invaded a place she hadn't allowed anyone near in ages.
I should push him away, but I can't reject these fingers... My body's so weird today, feels too good. Ayoung thought.
"Getting wet while collecting rent? You're a hopeless perv. Be honest—lonely without your husband at night, right?"
"It's not like that... just a natural reaction... haah haah."
Honestly, she thought he wasn't wrong. From her view, Seongtae was just trying to pay rent, and she'd demanded semen instead of money.
In his eyes, she must look like a hopeless perv getting off on collecting rent.
I tried pulling my fingers out of her pussy, but her folds clenched like a clam, refusing to let go. A disappointed sigh escaped her as they slipped free.
I made a V with my index and middle fingers. Her sticky juices stretched like cheese sticks.
"For someone saying that, your pussy sure didn't want to let go."
I waved my glistening fingers in front of her face as she diligently titfucked and sucked me, grinning.
Twitch twitch.
"Felt that good, huh?"
Nod nod♡
Still lying back, I pinched her clit hard and roughly plunged my fingers back inside.
"Haaah♡ G-gently!"
She stammered as I groped around for what felt like her G-spot.
Here it is. Press lightly. With tenfold sensitivity, pussy juice gushed onto the floor.
"Haaaaah♡♡♡♡♡"
Anyone watching would see a maid on her knees giving her master a paizuri-pフェラ combo. But in reality, Kim Ayoung owned the house, and the guy was just a tenant.
Slurp slurp, schluuurp schluuurp, squelch squelch.
Haaah♡ Aaang aang.
She gripped and shook her tits so hard that milk leaked from her nipples, splattering my body. I licked some off my lips—salty.
With my shaft squeezed mid-length by tits and glans sucked, the exquisite treatment had me ready to blow fast. I tilted my head back, hips bucking.
This shit's paradise. As time passed, the urge built quickly.
"Gonna cum soon. Catch it all."
"Y-yes♡ Mmph guhk shluuuuuurp."
Ayoung felt my cock swelling between her tits, veins throbbing in her mouth. Sensing the impending load, she lowered her head as far as possible, shoving it deep into her throat to prepare.
Her pretty round tits deformed lengthwise around my cock, milk leaking out. Hunched over with her mouth agape, she looked like a beautiful yet ridiculous sight.
As eruption neared, I thrust hard into her throat. My fingers on her G-spot pressed with unconscious force.
"Kuh, cumming—swallow it all!"
Spurt spuuurt spuuuurt spluuuush.
I'm♡♡ cumming, gonna go crazy♡♡♡ Haaaang♡♡
Ayoung's cheeks ballooned like a squirrel hoarding food for winter, overflowing with semen.
With her tenfold sensitivity, my fingers alone made her squirt in a massive female orgasm.
To her now, semen was money—she couldn't waste a drop. She desperately held back from swallowing the blasts hitting her throat.
Some had already gone down from the impacts. Overflow dribbled from her lips, coating her neck and pooling in her cleavage.
Semen gathered round in her cleavage, white splatters on her neck like a pearl necklace symbolizing her enslavement. Milk from her nipples sprayed everywhere, adding to the lewdness.
Came from just fingers...♡
She'd clenched so hard her knees were bruised. The marble floor pooled with urine, milk, pussy juice, drool—a filthy puddle.
Having climaxed after so long, her body went limp, swaying. But she didn't collapse into the mess.
Her cock-stuffed throat acted as a pillar holding her up. Without it, she'd have splatted down.
I pulled out from her barely upright form. She stubbornly spat the mouthful into the cup she'd set nearby.
Ptoo ptoo spluuuurt drip drip. Pwah haaak kehk cough cough.
Her chipmunk cheeks deflated. She tilted her tits to scoop cleavage semen into the cup, finger-sweeping every drop from her body.
To her, it was like cash scattered everywhere—she had to collect it all.
"Lick this clean too."
Pointing at semen (money) on my cock, she eagerly lapped the shaft and glans, gathering into the cup. It was now brimming with mostly semen liquid, sloshing.
After the refreshing climax, the urge to piss hit naturally. My clothes were wet too. "Phew... where's the bathroom?"
"That way."
She pointed down the hall. I headed there, stood at the toilet, but nothing came.
So I pulled a cigarette from my pants and lit up without thinking. Ayoung's face sucking me flashed in my mind.
I'd heard some women beg for piss play, but I'd only met Seong Yujin—and she hated even blowjobs, so no chance.
Spray Eunji later? Or Ayoung now? The thought unleashed a torrent.
I wiped off bodily fluids roughly, opened the door—and she'd mopped the floor and changed into a U-neck white tee and loose black skirt in the meantime.
Ayoung sat at the table, cup of semen before her, with tissues and spoon nearby—straining out pubes and debris.
"Ah, smells like smoke. You smoked?"
"Yeah. Problem?"
"Even so... smoking in someone else's house is a bit..."
"The slut who just titfucked my dick and came her brains out... already complaining?"
She seemed more composed coming out of the bathroom than going in, though her face was still flushed.
"N-no... just smoke outside next time... neighbors might complain..." Her voice crawled submissively in her own home.
Meanwhile, she fiddled with the semen cup, thinking.
Okay, got the semen—but what now?
What was I gonna do with it? Planned to buy a bag with rent money, but semen won't even buy gum. But accepting semen as rent is common sense... this is weird.
"So what're you gonna do with it?" I asked Ayoung, staring at the cup.
"No idea. Thought I'd figure it out after collecting, but it's not money—useless."
Time for perception alteration. Semen is meant to be drunk.
"It's semen anyway—meant to be drunk. It'll harden and be worthless otherwise. Gotta drink it fresh."
"True, but..." The large cup brimmed with warm semen-mixed saliva, ripples sloshing as she swirled it.
Cow milk varies by source—wonder if this dick's semen tastes different from my husband's?
While I was in the bathroom, she'd sneakily spooned and tasted some out of curiosity.
"Still... it's fishy and bitter."
"Mix it in coffee instead of milk—lactose-free zero caffe latte, right?"
I cracked up saying it. Lactose-free zero caffe latte...
"And hey, you're still pretty, auntie. Semen’s good for skin too."
"Your paizuri was the best I've ever had."
Even flattery worked on women across time and cultures.
Praised and validated, Ayoung lit up with feminine allure, grabbing the cup and standing.
"Really? Kyarr I'll brew fresh coffee. Hohoho."
I watched her at the coffee machine.
She sat beside me now—no table between—pouring fresh steaming coffee into the semen.
Stirring with a teaspoon, she asked, "Want some coffee? Semen's good for you."
"Nah, I'm good with water. And common sense says you can't give back rent semen."
I waved it off.
Almost ate my own load...
"Right, duh. I'm such an idiot. Hohoho."
Her hand-over-mouth hohoho cracked me up. She really is auntie material.
Finally, she elegantly sipped the so-called "lactose-free zero caffe latte."
Sip sip, sluuuurp.
Gulp gulp.
I propped my chin, staring as she drank my semen latte.
My semen sliding down her throat, breaking down into proteins absorbed in her guts, becoming part of her body at a molecular level.
"D-don't stare like that..."
"How's it taste?"
"Eh... fishy, bitter, healthy. *Buuuurp*"
Ayoung belched semen refreshingly.
"Says it's gross but you chugged it? Lol."
Unable to deny the belch or that it was drinkable, her face flushed red.
"Coffee's gone—time for more? Gotta cum twice more today... You were so good, bet I can squeeze out extra."
"No, I figured ten loads based on my husband's output—this much is plenty, one more's enough..."
"And call me Ayoung, not auntie?"
Where's that math from? Means my loads are at least five times his...?
"Want another round like before?" Ayoung offered first.
"Nah. Ayoung, help with something else this time?"
"Like what~?"
"You know."
"But... I have a husband... grown daughter... married woman here... tricky..."
"Says the one who came from just fingers in her pussy."
The laundry basket proved it—rag and dress soaked in her squirt and piss. Floor still showed hasty cleanup.
"St... still, this is too much..."
"It's fine. Suddenly playing hard to get."
I stood, grabbed her hand, tossed her onto the living room sofa.
I dropped my pants and underwear, cock out, approaching.
I leaned over the reclined Ayoung for a kiss, stripping her dress. But suddenly she shoved me.
"St-stop. No matter how I think, this is wrong. That's enough for today—give the rest later. Please leave."
Breaking the hypnosis app? With tenfold sensitivity and unbearable lust at my sight, yet she'd cum once and her family defense was strong.
If a guy's pulling a knife, gotta slice the radish—women always say no but end up submitting. Cock hard, I advanced.
"No... further..."
"Ayoung. You got me this hard—gotta take responsibility."
"One more step and I'll scream rape!"
"Try it." Trusting the hypnosis suggestion, I hiked her skirt, yanked panties, slammed in.
"Kyaaaaak!"
She tried screaming, but couldn't. The hypnosis plunged her into terror, silencing her.
Her mind plummeted into an abyss, hallucinating maximum pain like seeing a ghost—no one could know.
Yes, it was hell.
Her brain couldn't cope with the unexplained shock.
Terror-frozen body pumped adrenaline and hormones to stave off blackout.
At her limit, her brain bluescreened like a crashed PC, forcing shutdown—fainting.
Warning: Minor brain damage detected in target.
With my cock still buried, Ayoung foamed at the mouth and collapsed.
"Wh-what? What's wrong? You okay???"
I had no idea yet what the brain damage meant.