Tasting the Forbidden Petals (♥︎)
—Slurp♥︎ Slurrp♥︎ Hlub♥︎ Haa♥︎
Accompanied by those vulgar wet sounds, Han Gyeowool’s fingertips began to quiver. It was a kiss that toyed with the inside of her mouth like a beast—more dominant and one-sided than anything between lovers, the kind that belonged to a master and his servant. I gave her not a single moment’s respite as I drove her back, tongue never still, coiling through every corner of her mouth and sometimes pulling at her lips the way one might savor ripe fruit.
The rhythm of it must have been too rough; at some point she started tapping my back in protest. When I finally eased my lips away, a thin, lewd strand of saliva stretched between us.
“Haa♥︎ Haa♥︎ Haa♥︎ You could at least let a girl breathe♥︎”
Both her cheeks were flushed with shy heat. There was not a trace of disgust or anger in her eyes. I leaned in and gave those lips another brief kiss; they crushed soft and moist against mine like jelly.
—Chup♥︎
“You said you’d scream if I got close. Funny how quiet you are. Guess my lips tasted pretty good?”
Han Gyeowool let out a short, mocking snort. Then she tipped my chin up with one elegant finger and answered with pure arrogance. Of course a single kiss was never going to break her.
“The kiss was decent enough. But do you actually have the guts to go further? If I decide I don’t like you, I’m calling the cops right now.”
She threatened me with a curling smile. It was a warning that would never work on me. I smiled right back and brushed her jet-black bob behind her ear. The touch must have felt good; the corner of her mouth twitched of its own accord.
“If you report me, then that’s that. It just means I failed to make you mine. I’ll go to jail. I’ve got at least that much responsibility.”
“Hmph. Look at you acting so relaxed. Just because I bent a little, don’t start getting ideas. That kiss was only me playing along. One phone call and I could erase someone like you completely.”
Her cool fingers stroked the nape of my neck. Then, in a sudden flash, she seized my collar and yanked me in until our noses nearly touched, staring as if she meant to devour me.
“…You still want me? Can you really handle it? Are you ready to risk your life?”
—Squeeze
The hand on my collar tightened like a snake around my throat. At the same time a lethal fragrance bloomed against my nose—the temptation of a venomous viper. Yet I felt no fear. I alone in the world knew her secret. She was testing me. Testing whether the real Kang Juhyeok could still excite her. Whether he could treat her not as a woman but as a bitch in heat. She was measuring my qualifications.
I simply accepted her grip. Blood rushed to my face as my airway narrowed, but I slowly pushed my head forward and sealed my mouth over hers again.
—Chup♥︎
Answering with words would have been crude. All I needed was to give her a thrill she could not deny. The moment the kiss resumed she released my throat and instead wrapped her arms around my neck, throwing herself into it even harder.
—Hlub♥︎ Chup♥︎ Slurp♥︎ Slurrp♥︎ Chomp♥︎
She seemed to love the dense, wet kiss so much she refused to let go of my neck. Every time I tried to catch a breath she only clung tighter, pulling at my lips, sucking on my tongue, savoring every last drop. I finally forced her off and stared at her with open disbelief. She must have felt the embarrassment; her face flushed scarlet in an instant.
“…Wh-what. Why are you looking at me like that.”
“You really have to ask? All that haughty act, and now you’re just a spoiled brat.”
“…Shut up before I bury you.”
She averted her eyes cutely and yanked my collar again. In truth she had held out a long time. Even on the deserted island they had never gone all the way. In the elevator she had been teased dozens of times. The only relief she had ever gotten was her own hand, so of course she was in heat. As if to prove it, Han Gyeowool was now the one sucking greedily on my tongue, both hands cupping my cheeks so she could drink a male’s saliva without restraint. I ordered her in a low, filthy voice.
“Stick out your tongue. I’ll suck it for you.”
She turned her head as if embarrassed.
“…Have I lost my mind? Doing something that vulgar.”
But the real meaning was the opposite. She wanted me to push harder. So I granted her wish and lightly seized the back of her head. Her face tilted up, expression twisting into a sharp scowl. I licked slowly up her cheek and whispered against her ear.
“Just do as you’re told, you bitch in heat.”
“…Nn♥︎”
She shuddered and her eyes went hazy. The humiliating insult drilled straight into her ear; the conditioned pleasure made her squirm and heat up at once.
“We haven’t even started yet, you perverted slut. Getting yourself all worked up alone.”
“…Haa♥︎ Hnn♥︎”
“Why the fuck are you panting so hard. Stick your tongue out already, you retarded bitch.”
I yanked her hair harder. With a lewd face she trembled and offered the tip of her pink tongue. I fell on that raised little tentacle and sucked and caressed it greedily.
—Chup♥︎ Suck-suck♥︎ Slurrrp♥︎ Chororop♥︎ Chooomp♥︎
“…Heh♥︎ Hnnn♥︎ Hnnngh♥︎”
She let her mouth hang open stupidly and melted into soft moans. Drool ran down; her lip gloss smeared, yet she clearly adored this humiliating attention.
—Chooomp♥︎ Suck-suck♥︎ Slurrrp♥︎
“How is it? Feel good, you fucking slut? First time anyone’s done this to you, right? Hmm? Your cunt’s getting soaked already, isn’t it?”
I slid one hand down and groped her sex through the leather pants. Startled by the bold touch she tried to stop me, but a single swirl of my tongue around hers made the resistance melt away.
“Hah. You were this easy all along. If I’d known I would’ve fucked you ages ago. I’d have given that cunt and those lips everything they wanted. Don’t tell me you’ve been waiting for this the whole time?”
“…Nngh♥︎ Sh-shut up♥︎ This is just♥︎ Hnn♥︎ Juust♥︎ Hahk♥︎”
“You shut up, bitch. Your cunt’s already dripping. You love this shit, don’t you? Getting forced by a man you usually look down on. That’s your fetish, you fucking masochist whore.”
“…Ahhk♥︎ N-no♥︎ I’m not like that♥︎ Hnngh♥︎”
“The hell you aren’t. I was wondering why you’d been so nice lately. Trying to seduce me so I’d fuck you? Wanted my cock that bad? A mother dragging her kid’s teacher out to pick panties for herself.”
“…Nngh♥︎ Th-there if you touch♥︎ Hahk♥︎ You can’t♥︎”
My direct contact was finally stoking her lust; she panted and no longer knew what to do with herself. Even through the thick fabric, all the earlier teasing had left her hypersensitive. Clear juices were already beading and sliding down the insides of her short shorts.
“Ugh. Look at that fucking cunt juice. Why bother acting tough if this is how you end up? Your pussy’s so starved it’s drooling all over itself.”
“…Nngh♥︎ Please♥︎ Stop saying that shit♥︎ Ahhk♥︎ It’s embarrassing♥︎”
“Heh. At least you know it’s embarrassing. Only the top mouth still has any pride left. Enough. Spread your legs. I’ll suck that cunt for you.”
At the order she hesitated and drew her legs in. Of course she would never obey cleanly. So I shoved my hand roughly between her thighs, gripping deep enough that I nearly touched her sex. She startled and grabbed my wrist—but the moment I began stroking lightly around her entrance, all strength drained out of her as if it had never been there. She surrendered her body to my hand without even the will to resist.
“…Hnnngh♥︎ Ahhng♥︎”
“You’re seriously this easy. If that’s the case, can’t you just make it convenient for both of us? No need to make it a hassle.”
My mocking tone made her brows suddenly knit. The look said stop breaking the mood and properly turn her on. I grumbled inwardly and forced both her legs wide open. On the luxurious sofa her pure-white crotch spread obscenely.
“…Nngh♥︎ D-don’t look♥︎ You pervert bastard♥︎”
She put on a coy act that no longer suited her and covered herself with her hands. Those slender fingers only made the picture filthier. I brushed them aside and began peeling off her shorts. Her eyes shone with shy light as she subtly lifted her hips to help me. The shorts slid down and revealed wine-colored string panties already soaked through.
“What’s this? Aren’t these the ones I picked out for you?”
“…Nngh♥︎ I-I don’t know♥︎ I just put on whatever♥︎”
“Damn. You came here fully intending to get fucked. You’re really in heat, aren’t you?”
She had no answer left, so she simply turned her face away. I shifted my gaze to the ripe fruit waiting right in front of me. Barely hidden by the thin string, pink petals shyly showed their faces. I reached out and gently pulled the panties aside. The scrap of mesh that had clung to the petals crumpled wetly to the side. Beyond it lay the precious fruit of the queen I had dreamed of for so long.
A shape and color no one would ever believe belonged to a mother. Soft, plump, still carrying that delicate light-pink hue—luscious petals. She had given birth, yet she had never allowed any man this treasure. I could not even bear to waste a hand on it; I simply pushed my face forward, ready to thrust out my tongue and drink every drop of that concentrated nectar.
A scorching thirst began to rise.