G-Spot Training (2)
Yejin’s apron was soaked in an instant, the thick fabric darkening until the wetness was clearly visible. “Haa… ah-ah… ah… ugh… hnn…”
“You really are sensitive, aren’t you? You’re barely three minutes in, and you’re already this wet even with the apron on… I wonder, are your nipples just as sensitive?”
As I spoke, I slid one hand inside her apron and gently rubbed the tips of her drooping breasts. “Ugh…! Ah, ah-ah…! Hey…! St-stop, not there…”
Yejin threw her head back, letting out a lewd moan, and trembled as she tried to push my hand away from her chest. Of course, I didn’t care; I gripped them tighter, obsessively rubbing her erect nipples up and down.
“Ah, ah-ah, haa-ah… No, it’s going to burn… haa…”
Yejin squeezed out the last of her remaining reason to turn off the induction stove before the food could burn. Immediately after, she pulled her knees together and straightened her back, striking a pose that looked like a deep stretch. Her erector spinae muscles stood out in a beautiful pair of parallel lines, looking incredibly erotic from behind.
“Nng-gh…! Ah-hnn…! Ugh…!! I’m…!!”
Right then, Yejin shuddered as her most private spot twitched and she climaxed once more. Her muscles spasmed so violently that I could feel it vividly even through the thick fabric of the apron.
“Haa… haa… ugh…! Haa… haa… kgh…! Haa…”
I pulled her clitoris toward me, pressing down firmly to ensure the climax lasted as long as possible. Yejin rested her hands on the sink, bowing her head to catch her breath for a long moment, before suddenly whipping around to glare at me.
“…Hey! What the hell are you doing all of a sudden! What if you ruined the food?”
“I-I’m sorry… I just couldn’t help myself when you were dressed like that… But didn’t that help with the training a little?” I answered honestly, giving her a sheepish smile.
Yejin sighed, looking down at her apron, which was soaked through at the crotch, and brushed her hair back with a grumble.
“You and your excuses… Hey.”
“Yeah?”
“…Come here.”
As I approached, Yejin grabbed me, pulling me into a deep, aggressive kiss. I was a bit flustered by her sudden change in demeanor, but I soon wrapped my arms around her, our tongues tangling greedily. *Slurp… squelch… mmmph…* The sound of our wet, hungry kissing echoed loudly in the room.
Naturally, my cock, which had been at its limit since earlier, was poking firmly into her chest. Instinctively, I wiggled my hips, rubbing my erection against the cleavage hidden beneath the apron. After a long while of standing there, locked in a deep kiss while holding each other’s hips, Yejin suddenly pushed me away, wiped the saliva from her lips, and spoke.
“…That’s enough. We’re done. Go eat.”
“Wait… you want me to eat in this state?” I asked, gesturing toward my throbbing, pre-cum-coated cock in protest. Yejin glanced at it, then lifted the apron with both hands, grabbed my cock, and wiped the pre-cum away with a few brisk strokes.
“Ugh… kgh… ooh…”
“There, happy? Now go sit down. I’ll help you finish later.”
Yejin pointed toward the dining table, her apron now sticky with my fluids. I had no choice but to sit at the table and endure another round of the grueling "meal torture" that had started that morning.
“You have to eat every last bit, okay? If you leave anything, there’s no dinner tomorrow.”
“Ugh… I’m not even hungry enough to eat all this… plus, there’s so much meat, it’s making me feel nauseous…”
“Quiet. It’s all good for your stamina, so eat it all. I’m going to wash up.”
After that, Yejin went into the bathroom. I could hear the sound of her splashing water and washing her crotch for a long time. She eventually emerged, dressed and looking fresh. Meanwhile, I had barely finished my meal and was lying on the floor, breathing heavily.
“Haa… haa… I think I’m going to die from being so full…”
“Get up. It’s time for your black garlic extract.”
Yejin pulled a pack of black garlic extract from the fridge with an indifferent expression and thrust it toward me. I groaned in disgust.
“Do I have to drink that again…? I already had some this morning…”
“You need to take it with every meal. Here, drink up. Down the hatch…”
Yejin ignored my resistance, forcing the extract into my mouth and making me swallow it by force.
“Ugh… gulp, gulp… *cough*, this tastes like shit…”
“Shh, don’t make that face. Just swallow it all. That’s it. Good boy.”
Yejin stroked my hair with a tender touch, like a girlfriend feeding her boyfriend, and whispered to me. Soon, my stomach was so bloated I couldn’t move even an inch, lying flat on my back. Yet, regardless of my will, my cock remained fully erect, showing no signs of going down.
Whether it was the morning cardio, the high protein intake, or the black garlic extract, I couldn’t be sure, but it was clear that my erection was lasting much longer than usual. On top of that, my balls were filled with such an intense urge to ejaculate that I felt like I might burst if someone even brushed against them.
Yejin sat next to me, looking down at my erect cock with a satisfied smile.
“…It’s definitely working. Your balls are full, your glans is swollen and red… you’re just dying to cum, aren’t you? Hehe…”
“Haa, haa, haa… what the hell did you do to my body…”
Yejin looked at me with a mischievous grin, then flipped her hand, grabbed my cock in reverse, and began to rub it roughly.
*Slap-slap-slap-slap-slap…*
“Alright, like I promised, I’ll help you get one out. You wouldn’t be able to film in this state anyway.”
“Ah-h…!! Ah, aah!! Wait, if you rub it that hard right now…! Ugh…!! Ooh-ooh…!!”
I had been at my limit for a long time. I was on the verge of climaxing from the slightest touch, so with her gripping and shaking it that hard, I had no choice but to spray my semen like a fountain. Lying on my back, I thrashed my hips, splattering semen everywhere. The food filling my stomach pressed against my lower abdomen, making the ejaculation feel even more forceful.
Yejin teased me for several minutes, gripping and pulling on my glans until I had completely finished, before finally letting go.
“Whew… whew… whew…”
“Hmm, let’s see. The rigidity right after ejaculation is… oh, definitely firm. At this rate, you could probably go three or four times in a row, right?”
Yejin muttered, kneading my cock as it continued to twitch and leak, then stood up and tied her hair back. She grabbed my cock, pulling it like a horse’s rein, and said,
“Get on your stomach. I’ll give you a back massage while your food digests. Then we’ll film.”
“Eh…? A massage…? You know how to do that…?”
I groaned, rolling over with my heavy, food-filled body, and asked with a skeptical tone. Yejin shrugged, climbed onto my back, and said,
“I learned it by watching. My mom was a physical therapist. Didn’t you know?”
“Huh? Really? I had no idea…”
I suppose it made sense; as childhood friends, we never really paid much attention to what each other’s parents did for a living. But Yejin’s mother was always home during the day, so I had just assumed she was a stay-at-home mom. Or perhaps she had been a housewife and only picked up the profession after they moved away. *I don’t know for sure, but their family situation never seemed difficult… is there a reason a housewife would need to work outside the home…? Did their finances take a hit after we grew apart?* I had many questions, but it felt rude to pry, so I kept them to myself.
Meanwhile, Yejin sat heavily on my hips and began to press down on my lower back muscles, kneading them as if to spread them out. Lying there naked, I felt like I had walked into some seedy massage parlor.
“Ohh… ohh… that feels pretty good. Ow, that part is a bit sore…”
“Geez, when was the last time you stretched? Your muscles are all knotted up… hold on, I’ll work them out with my elbows.”
Yejin leaned forward, dug her elbows into the knots in my back, and pressed down with her full weight. I immediately shrieked and thrashed about.
“Gaaah!! Wait, wait! Go a little easier, easy!”
“Suck it up. If these areas are knotted, the blood can’t circulate down there, and you won’t be able to produce healthy sperm. Alright, doing the other side now.”
“Gyaaaah…”
I was pinned to the floor, letting out high-pitched screams and enduring the terrible pain. Once she finished the back massage, Yejin wiped the sweat from her forehead and sighed, shifting slightly lower.
“Alright, now I’m going to work on your glutes. You’ve been working them hard ejaculating for the past few days, so they’re probably all knotted up too. Relax and breathe in. That’s it.”
As I did as she said, Yejin grabbed my buttocks with both hands and pressed down with all her might, as if performing CPR. However, this unintentionally caused my erect cock to be pressed firmly against the hard floor, effectively giving me a "floor-job."
“Ah… w-wait… it feels good, but… something feels weird…”
“Just stay still. Your muscles are so knotted it’s hopeless. I’ll have to use my elbows for this too.”
Yejin leaned over, pressed her elbows firmly into my buttocks, and began to rotate them. The pressure was transmitted directly to my glans, and the urge to ejaculate began to bubble up once more.