The Taste of Park Eunjeong's Piss. A Plot to Silence Lee Jiseon.

Park Eunjeong convulsed from head to toe, still wrecked by the aftershocks of her climax.

I figured the piss I'd just wrung out of her had given Lee Jiseon—still peeking from outside the door—enough of a visual shock. Satisfied, I decided it was time to wrap up the show.

I laid Park Eunjeong on the sofa while she still couldn't hold herself up, then grabbed the panties she'd stripped off and tried to mop up the piss splattered across the table. The droplets had sprayed in long streaks, but her panties were far too thin to soak any of it up.

I pulled my clothes back on. The moment I did, Lee Jiseon's shadow vanished from the doorway.

Cute little married woman. Time to go see how she reacted.

The cool hallway air hit me as I opened the door. That was how thick the heat and smell Park Eunjeong had pumped into that room really were.

I walked over at an easy pace. Lee Jiseon, who'd been sitting at the counter pretending to be busy with something, stood up and looked at me with a flushed face.

"Ah, you wouldn't happen to have any tissues? Noona spilled something."

I said it with a completely straight face. Lee Jiseon knew perfectly well that what Park Eunjeong had "spilled"—no, sprayed—was piss.

"Unni did? Aigoo, she was carrying a drink earlier—I guess she spilled it..."

She pulled a box of tissues from the cabinet under the counter and handed it over.

"Yeah. It was something tasty, too—she dumped the whole thing. Haha. Thanks."

Something tasty.

The moment I called Park Eunjeong's sprayed piss "something tasty," Lee Jiseon's eyes went wide and a strange look crossed her face. If that gets her going... this one's got a perverted streak of her own.

I took the tissues and headed back to the room.

Sure enough, the moment I opened the door, a wave of heat and that filthy, lingering smell slammed into my nose. The sour, almost cheesy scent of pussy mixed with the smell of piss. A really... good smell.

"Did you like that, Eunjeong?"

"Yeees... I'm sorry, Master..."

"Don't be. Just stay there. I'll clean it up."

I pulled out a handful of tissues and wiped the piss droplets off the table, then gave the wall and floor ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠a rough once-over. Park Eunjeong staggered to her feet and picked up her dress.

"This place is gonna reek of piss, huh?"

"...I don't think we can take customers in this room anymore. I'll have to put a sign on the door that says 'storage.' Hiiing."

"Good idea. Let's use this room as Park Eunjeong's training chamber from now on."

"Training... Yeees, Master..."

I handed her the soaked panties. She took them and just stood there, unsure what to do.

"Put them on. Wear those and walk all the way up to my place."

"Put them on...? Yes, Master..."

At my order, Park Eunjeong stepped one foot, then the other, through the leg holes and pulled the piss-soaked panties all the way up.

"Ah, it's cold..."

Several thin streams of piss ran down from the panties, tracing lines along her calves.

"Shall we go, then?"

"But... how am I supposed to look Jiseon in the face after this..."

Eunjeong hooked her arm through mine, her face full of worry. Of course she was worried. She'd just put on a raw, explicit show of things no woman should ever let a close younger friend see.

"Hehehe. Worried?"

"Of course I am..."

"Then I'll make it so you never have to worry about Jiseon again. You can live without giving her a second thought."

"Really? How?"

"I'll tell you once we're in my room. Come on."

"Yeees."

I walked out with Park Eunjeong on my arm and headed for the counter. She tried to talk to Jiseon like nothing had happened, her face burning red. It was pretty funny to watch.

"Jiseon-ah, I'm heading out first... look after the shop for me."

"Uh... okay, Unni."

When I'd first come in, she'd treated me like some guy she just knew. Now she was walking out with her arm openly linked through mine. At this point, Park Eunjeong had fully come out to Lee Jiseon. Not that pretending otherwise would have mattered—Jiseon had seen everything.

"Well then, take ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠care. See you next time."

"Yes. You too... take care heading back..."

I glanced at Lee Jiseon. Her expression was a mess. Of course it was. Today she'd met a man who'd made her heart pound harder than it ever had in her entire life—a man she'd fallen for at first sight, so hard she could barely think straight. And then she'd found out that man was already in that kind of relationship with her close unni. How hollow and heartbroken must she be feeling right about now?

But I had no intention of leaving it at that.

I started to leave with Park Eunjeong, then turned back toward Lee Jiseon as if something had just occurred to me.

"Oh, right—sorry about spilling something tasty in the room. I tried to wipe it up, but..."

And with that, I hit her with Instant Suggestion.

"Ah... y-yes... I'll... clean it... up."

The way she was stumbling over her words told me love, jealousy, and lust were all exploding inside her at once.

I gave Lee Jiseon a little smile and walked out of the karaoke bar with Park Eunjeong.

Park Eunjeong's legs were shaking as she climbed the stairs.

That climax earlier must have really done a number on her. I let go of her arm and grabbed a handful of her ass—the seat of her dress was already soaked through from the wet panties. And now that I was looking, a little droplet of piss was dripping off with every step she took.

"Wonder where that piss smell is coming from?"

I teased her as we climbed. She didn't know what to do with herself, whispering back.

"I'm sorry... I'll wash up first as soon as we get to your room, Master... hiiing."

"No. Don't bother."

"What? Why..."

Why? She'd find out soon enough.

I unlocked the door and we went inside.

Park Eunjeong looked around my room—her first time seeing it—with a happy little expression. She looked like a girl stepping into her crush's room for the first time. A married woman with kids, acting like this... love really is a hell of a drug.

"Um, I'll go wash up first... it's been dripping this whole time..."

She pointed at her legs as she said it. I shook my head.

"No. Take off the dress and the bra, then get down over there."

"What?"

I had the flustered woman strip down to just her panties and get on all fours in the middle of the room, like a dog. And of course I sat myself somewhere with a perfect view of her ass.

"Eunjeong."

"Yes, Master..."

"What's this smell?"

I poked a finger into the center of her soaked panties—piss still dripping from them—and asked.

"It's the smell of my piss... hhngh. I'm sorry, Master."

"Why'd you piss yourself?"

"Because it felt so good... when you put your cock in me, Master, it felt so good I just... I couldn't help it. If you'd just let me wash up now..."

"No—"

"Aaahn..."

Watching Park Eunjeong squirm with shame just made me want to shame her even more. So I brought my face right up to those panties, soaked through with her piss.

"Aigoo, Master, don't... don't do that... aah! N-no, you can't...!"

The moment my lips sealed against the crotch of her panties, she clenched her ass, trying to push my face away even a little. I just grabbed both cheeks and held on tight.

I sucked the piss that had soaked into her panties and held it in my mouth for a second. A sharp, acrid flavor and smell hit me. A married woman's piss—something I'd never put in my mouth in my right mind. But when you're riding a ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠wave of sexual pleasure like this, you can at least have a taste.

I rolled it around my mouth, then swallowed. As the piss spread across my tongue and went down my throat, the taste was one thing—but a small wave of rejection hit me. My body was probably refusing it on instinct.

Even so, I buried my nose in her panties, took a deep hit of her piss smell, and sucked more of it out of the fabric, swallowing it down. A sharp ammonia tang blasted from the back of my throat all the way up through my nostrils. It felt like I'd just eaten a piece of well-fermented hongeo.

It was a strange feeling. Swallowing piss that, just a few minutes ago, had been sitting in Park Eunjeong's bladder.

"Aahhng... Master, please stop..."

I ignored her begging and kept sucking at the crotch of her panties with wet, slurping sounds, then yanked them down. A married woman's well-developed pussy spread open right in front of my face. The usual pussy smell, that filthy in-heat juice scent—all of it had been wiped out by the smell of piss.

Well then... I'd just have to bring it back out.

I ran the tip of my tongue carefully along the wrinkled folds of her inner lips. Those soft folds shifted and changed shape as my tongue pushed them around. I licked and sucked until the ocean smell started coming back, then pulled my face away when my tongue went numb.

"Eunjeong."

"Haa... haa... Yes, Masteeer..."

Eunjeong could barely keep it together after I'd worked her over with my tongue.

"It's gonna be awkward looking Jiseon in the face now, huh?"

"...Yeees... I don't even know what I'd say to her... and if she started spreading rumors..."

"Yeah. If word got out, you wouldn't be able to show your face around the neighborhood. And your husband wouldn't just sit there and take it."

"...."

She had a lot to worry about. Getting off on the taboo was one thing. Being actually worried was another.

I shoved my right index finger into her pussy hole as I spoke.

"Women are always so good at spreading other women's secrets... A woman has two mouths, after all."

I kept pumping my finger in and out of Eunjeong's lower mouth as ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠I went on.

"Looks like I'm going to have to seal Jiseon's mouth myself."

"Ugh... ah... h-how...?"