So Long, You Fucking Bitch
She tasted good. Senior Yeong-ji. Get lost, you fucking bitch.
Yeong-ji and I had been carrying on a secret affair, the gap between a fourth-year and a freshman giving us reason enough to hide it. Of course it had all started the day I got fucked. At first I thought I'd been the one who fucked my senior, but turning it over again, I saw that this filthy slut had been the one fucking me.
First piece of circumstantial evidence: she'd come all the way to my boarding-house room with a do-or-die resolve. Second: she'd sat there with her legs spread, staring at me, and whatever she'd been imagining had left her pussy soaked. Third: she'd deliberately shown me the wet between her thighs and come right out and said she was wet.
What did any of it matter... For months I'd been happy enough, this senior who was prim and pretty—on the outside—serving as my personal cock-sleeve. Right up until the fourth piece of evidence surfaced, and I became certain I'd been eaten alive as nothing more than her plaything...
Ha... this fucking filthy slut...
Because we were seeing each other in secret, the places we could meet were obviously limited. We couldn't so much as hold hands at school, and if I happened to catch sight of her I had to offer a stiff, proper greeting. Even so, we carried ourselves like a close senior and junior, and in the second semester we even sat in a general-education class or two together. That was as far as it could go inside the school.
And that arrangement became the perfect backdrop for Yeong-ji to play single without raising an eyebrow and fuck yet another younger guy. That's right. This bitch had been a younger-man killer from the very start. An animal of a woman.
Anyway, being a senior, Yeong-ji was busy preparing for jobs, and the once or twice a week we managed to meet, it was only ever to have sex. Back then a date, for the two of us, simply meant sex, and honestly I was satisfied with that.
This is out of nowhere, but when I heard that Senior A and Senior B—guys I'd been fairly close with—both liked Yeong-ji, the pleasure that hit me was enormous. Her pussy, her breasts, her ass, the line of her body, and the way she fucked and the sounds she made: everything those seniors would never get to see. I knew all of it.
Over drinks with me, Senior A told me he'd confessed to Yeong-ji three times and gotten shot down every time. Most of the upperclassmen knew I was close with Senior Yeong-ji, and maybe that was why Senior A seemed to be quietly laying his unchanging feelings for her on me as well. I comforted him and told him the day would come when Yeong-ji looked his way too. Even as I offered him the old line—no tree fails to fall if you chop at it ten times—I was thinking something else entirely on the inside.
In the meantime, I'll be the one chopping away at Yeong-ji's pussy.
Nothing in my head but thoughts owned wholly by my cock. And so Yeong-ji and I met once or twice a week, hard and in secret, biting and sucking, fucking and getting fucked, and it seemed we were getting along just fine.
Every Wednesday both our classes ended early, so without fail it was a day for fucking. But that day she called to say something had come up at home and she had to head straight back. Well, I figured that was that and sprawled around the boarding-house room, but the thing was... I'd been set on fucking and then couldn't, and the itch of it wouldn't let me sit still.
I rang my classmates about going for a drink, and before long I had plans with a few of them and left the room. I was heading for the campus-front pub in high spirits when I saw a familiar car pulling out through the main gate. There was that bitch Yeong-ji, my classmate Hae-chan riding beside her, smiling wide as she turned right.
That smile was definitely the giddy, thrilled smile of someone who'd just landed a chance to taste a new young cock. It was the same smile she'd worn the first time she saw me, so that's how it looked to my eyes. She seemed modest enough on the outside, but I'd known since we started seeing each other that she was a sex fiend, and I'd always been braced for a breakup—yet actually seeing that scene left me more unsettled than I'd expected.
No wonder, when I'd called about drinks, Hae-chan had said he already had other drinking plans today. I'd asked who he was drinking with, thinking that if it was a senior or another classmate I might tag along while I was at it, and all that came back was a short answer.
"Just an acquaintance. Somebody you don't know."
And that somebody was Senior Yeong-ji...
Ha... this fucking bitch. Wasn't she my girl? And Hae-chan definitely knew I was close with Senior Yeong-ji, so why tell me it was an acquaintance I didn't know? Why was that bitch Yeong-ji hiding it from me and driving off with him? Questions chased questions, and then, all at once, the things she'd said before came back to me.
From some point on, this bitch had taken to asking about Hae-chan now and then. How his big build made him dependable, how broad his shoulders were—so I ought to put on some weight too. I'd even started wearing thick shorts under my pants so my thighs wouldn't look skinny, all because of that fucking bitch's needling... In the end, it seemed the bitch in heat had lied to me and reached her claws out toward Hae-chan.
Hae-chan probably wasn't at fault. He wouldn't even know she and I were dating. And surely Yeong-ji had told him to say it that way... While she drove off with him, she would have been leaking pussy juice all down the seat. She got that wet. That was what made it a shame, too.
But I was generous about it. I didn't ask her, and I didn't press her. If I'd made an issue of it, that bitch Yeong-ji would probably have broken it off with me on the spot. Still, I wanted one last close look at that cunt Yeong-ji's pussy hole. I needed to fuck her once more, so I could hold on longer to the memory of how tight she gripped when I was inside her.
Breakup sex.
That was what I needed. One last load of cum blasted into the slut-pussy hole I was about to send on her way. And then, while I got dressed, a cool little suggestion that we break up.
Hoo... I just leaked precum.
And at last the day came. The following week Yeong-ji showed up at my boarding-house room without fail. Now that she'd tasted Hae-chan's cock, her curiosity about him must have been satisfied—so I decided, entirely on my own.
Fucking bitch... today I'm going to pound the shit out of you. You dog of a woman.
I steeled myself to end it the moment the post-nut clarity hit after sex. Then I kissed her harder than usual, pouring it on, and shoved one hand down her pants, into her soft panties. Feeling the hair on her pussy, I slid a finger along and pushed it between her left lip and her right, into the hole. Sure enough, the bitch was already soaked beyond belief. But her pants were tight, so my middle finger could only work in and out of her hole about one knuckle deep.
Normally, when I undid her button, I was careful to keep the finger wet with her juices from touching anything as I stripped her. But since it was the last day, I didn't care whether her pussy juice got on her pants or the button—I just peeled them off. At last the pale, soft skin was bare. I'd had this woman plenty of times, but thinking it was the last made the ache of it linger all the same.
That day I slowly took in the whole silhouette of her. I wanted it stored in my head for as long as possible. A small, compact figure, but balanced. The breasts were a little wanting, the inner lips well-proportioned. Her pussy tended not to smell, and before sex she always put on red lipstick. If I had to hunt for flaws: with her makeup on she'd looked perfectly pretty to my eyes back then, but once it came off her jaw somehow looked a little angular. And, unexpectedly, she hadn't much cared to do it from behind. That one stung.
Even girls with hardly any waist, once they got into doggy style, the belly fat dropped and a waistline appeared. It had the effect of making the body look better—though of course you had to bow the waist downward like a drawn bow for it to really work. So why hadn't this bitch preferred it from behind... That was a bit of a shame.
Anyway, unlike usual—after I'd taken my time admiring her body the way I had the first time I fucked my senior—I finally went in for the last fuck. I set her legs on my shoulders, turned my head, and slowly licked the soft calf with my tongue. Then, worked up, I started sucking her toes. I hadn't done that with Baek-hee, but Yeong-ji's feet didn't feel dirty, so I could. The sudden move seemed to startle even a pervert like her; she yanked her foot back in a hurry.
"Gross. Why are you sucking my foot."
I snatched it and sucked even harder. True to a filthy pervert, pulling away had only been a polite feint, and the bitch was already enjoying it. After the calf and the toes I licked the calf again and sucked the soft hollow behind her knee, and this perverted bitch came undone. Then I devotedly licked the soft inner thigh, her groin, with my tongue and left a mark. Today I meant to leave one on her neck, too. Dog of a woman.
Legs spread while I licked her groin, she couldn't take any more and dragged my face toward her pussy. But I wasn't about to suck it just because she wanted me to. Instead of her clit, I swept my tongue up both sides of her outer lips and licked, careful not to let it touch the inner lips, the hole, or the clit. Every so often I'd give the clit a light suck and go back to the outer lips. That maddening, ticklish feeling. That was what I had to aim for, and hold, until she was desperate to be fucked hard.
Make her beg for the last sex. Then give it to her, and talk about breaking up. That was my plan. But I'd gone in resolved to leave her and pissed off, and then I'd sprung some impulsive pervert act, and the whole situation flipped on me.