First Meeting with Lee Jiseon

The room still hung thick with the wreckage of their fierce, consuming pleasure.

I lay sprawled across the sofa, completely spent, while Park Eunjeong straddled me — my cock still buried inside her — and bent down to rain scorching kisses across my face.

Her cunt clenched around me in a spasm, milking out the last of the semen still clinging to my urethra and pumping it deep inside her. She kept her hips as still as she possibly could, as if she wanted to keep my cock and my seed sealed inside her, pouring all her affection onto my face with nothing but her mouth and tongue.

"What am I going to do with you? You must be so exhausted, Master... Can you even get up?"

She noisily sucked up a droplet of her own saliva that had fallen on my lips, then whispered against my mouth.

"Can't get up."

"Then would you like to sleep here? I have a blanket — I can cover you."

"You've got to close up, don't you?"

"You can rest here and leave later, Master..."

"Forget it. I'll just go upstairs. It's only the studio right above this place anyway."

"...I don't want it to just be these little nighttime quickies. I want to set aside enough time to really be with you, Master. I could take so much better care of you that way..."

That made my ears perk up. A rather good idea had just occurred to me.

"Alright then, Eunjeong. Tomorrow, ask that Jiseon woman to watch the karaoke bar for you and come play with me."

"Oh my, really? Are you sure that's okay?"

"Yeah. You said you wanted enough time, didn't you?"

"Yes...! Then I'll ask Jiseon to watch the shop tomorrow."

She beamed and dragged her sticky tongue across my cheek.

"But in exchange. Tomorrow you have to fuck me in this room."

"What? In here? Why..."

"I want to show that Jiseon woman."

"Whaaat? Oh, come on, why...!"

"Think about it, Eunjeong."

I stroked Park Eunjeong's face with my right hand as I spoke.

"If we just come clean with Jiseon about our relationship, we can fuck as freely as we want after that without having to sneak around, right?"

"But still..."

Park Eunjeong looked troubled. A natural reaction. Nobody wants their affair broadcast, no matter how close ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the other person is.

Which meant it was time to plant a suggestion.

I kept stroking her face as I planted it. Her eyes went hazy, and I started talking again.

"What kind of face do you think that woman will make when she sees us fucking in here? Maybe... she'll get so turned on her cunt goes soaking wet. Hm?"

"I don't know..."

"Being watched... that's going to get you insanely wet... And think about how electric it'll feel, knowing it's your close friend who's watching."

"Master, don't say things like that..."

The cum sitting in her cunt threatened to spill out, but her hips, which had been held so carefully still, began to shift — grinding my cock in slow, restless circles.

"When that woman peeks through the crack in the door, we'll be fucking in a pose that's perfect for showing off. Then... she'll get a crystal-clear look at my cock and your cunt."

"Aaah..."

Her hips rolled harder, working my cock with more urgency.

"She'll even see the milky juice leaking out of your cunt, squelching all over my cock."

"Aah, Mas...ter..."

Before I knew it she was writhing her hips again, riding me in earnest. Thanks to that, my cock — which had already come four times over the last few hours — swelled back to life.

"You're going to show her exactly what a perverted bitch you are in this room. That you're not a woman — you're a female in heat. Then imagine how much Lee Jiseon will agonize over it, how much she'll wrestle with herself... Doesn't that make you curious? Ah... just thinking about it, I could come..."

"Nngh. Nngh. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Nngh! I don't... know...! Aaah!"

Squelch. Squelch. Squelch.

Park Eunjeong's ass started slamming down onto my cock in earnest. Lewd, milky fluid spilled from her cunt, ran down over my hips, and soaked into the sheets.

I woke in a daze. It was one in the afternoon. I'd come five times last night — no wonder I'd slept like the dead.

I rubbed my eyes and grabbed my phone. I was a guy with nothing to do anyway. All I needed was to rest up and let my balls fill back to the brim with cum.

Still nothing from Jeong Sangmi.

Even without a message, I could picture exactly what kind of state she was in. There was a time she'd thought she was the one in charge. Yesterday, she'd felt a pleasure so violent she'd never experienced anything like it in her life. She'd been fucked and handled as roughly as if she were being raped. She would already be telling herself that she hadn't been treated like a person at all — that she'd been treated as something less than human.

And just recalling that moment would be enough to let a little of that same pleasure seep back through her. Every suggestion I'd planted was still ruling her mind and her body, so Jeong Sangmi would be missing me, loving me, and burning up from the inside out every time I crossed her thoughts. She wouldn't be able to stand it.

After that, it would come naturally... At home she'd hide from her husband and daughter. At work she'd hide from her coworkers. And she would keep masturbating. I knew perfectly well that the sour, musky smell of a female in heat, desperate to climax, would not be leaving her body anytime soon.

"Heh... you fucking bitch."

This was only the beginning. Just wait. I was going to wreck her even more thoroughly — grind her into the dirt. I'd make that daughter of hers into my sex slave too.

There were texts from Park Eunjeong. Her messages started with asking if I'd slept well, then a recap of how amazing last night had been, and finally the news that she'd already asked Lee Jiseon to watch the shop today.

I'd be eating Park Eunjeong up nicely enough today, but I had no particular intention of devouring Lee Jiseon just yet. A strong enough suggestion could make anything possible — but I wanted to take my time with her. I wanted to enjoy the process of brainwashing Lee Jiseon slowly.

I let out a long breath. If I was going to dump another load in Park Eunjeong's cunt today, I needed to eat something first. I started mapping out the scenario in my head as I got ready for a meal.

At five in the afternoon, a text came in from Park Eunjeong.

The operation was about to begin. I sent the last message and headed straight down to the karaoke bar, my chest thudding at the thought of meeting a new woman.

"Welcome~"

"Oh my, you're here...?"

Two women greeted me. One was, of course, Park Eunjeong, her long hair twisted up off her neck. The other was Lee Jiseon — a woman I was meeting in the flesh for the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠first time, with glossy, swinging short hair.

"Yeah, noona. Hello—"

"A younger friend of yours? Ah— hello there—"

Lee Jiseon smiled and greeted me, clearly briefed ahead of time. The instant our eyes met, I didn't let the moment slip.

I felt Lee Jiseon's prim expression stiffen, just slightly. Proof the suggestion had landed beautifully.

"Sorry, noona— I really just wanted to get some singing practice in."

"Alright. Unni will let you sing to your heart's content today. Come on..."

Eunjeong and I walked down to the room at the end of the hall, exactly as scripted. She was wearing a light, fluttery dress — up close, you could practically see straight through to her underwear.

The moment we stepped inside, she threw herself into my arms. She hadn't even closed the door yet.

"Master, I'm shaking so much..."

She was probably tense and trembling at the thought of laying every last one of her secrets bare in front of Lee Jiseon. Before long, though, it would be excitement and pleasure making her shake instead.

"You start singing first. I'll go grab us something to drink..."

"Got it."

I answered and stroked her ass through the soft fabric of her dress. Eunjeong's face flushed even deeper.

A light peck landed on my lips, and then she slipped out of the room.

I punched in a few random ballads back to back. The machine kicked out the accompaniment, and instead of singing I closed my eyes and pictured the Lee Jiseon I'd just seen.

I'd barely finished planting it when the door opened again. Park Eunjeong came in with a tray of water and sodas, sat down beside me as if it were the most natural thing in the world, and leaned her body against mine.

"Jiseon just would not stop grilling me about you... I've never seen her like that."

I stroked her hair. A thick, concentrated scent of female hormones clung beneath her intoxicating perfume.

"So what did you tell her?"

"That you're a younger friend I've known since we were kids... But she kept telling me to stop lying. Asked if you weren't actually my younger boyfriend. Pfft."

"Heh heh heh. You should've just told her I'm the Master whose cunt you serve up every day."

"Oh, stop it... Maaaster..."

She nuzzled her face against my neck.