Instead of a Kiss (2)
I pulled the blanket over my head against the blinding sunlight. Before long, I realized I'd fallen asleep and woken up again. I had no idea when I'd dozed off. My whole body felt sticky and gross since I hadn't washed up. I hadn't slept well, tossing and turning all night. My foggy mind gradually cleared.
What the hell had I been doing yesterday...?
"Ah...!"
In the dim room, the memory hit me—I'd been staring at my phone all night. Clutching my racing heart, I remembered replaying it over and over. I quickly checked my phone. It was exactly where I'd left it. On the screen, Seoyeoni in her underwear stared at the camera in a slutty pose.
My head throbbed as I checked the time and notifications.
"..."
9 a.m... Probably crashed around 4 or 5. No messages from Seoyeoni. The last one I'd sent around 11 p.m. last night was this video. Was she still at Hyeonwoo's place? What were they doing right now...? Had they kept going while I was asleep...? All sorts of questions swirled, but no answers. I could only imagine. If they were still together, I didn't want to interrupt. I replayed the video I'd been obsessing over all night. I'd watched it so many times I had every move, every word memorized. I'd zoomed in on her expressions, her body language, taking it all in. The look on her face when they kissed, her slightly furrowed brows, the way she looked up at him, her trembling and moans. Her flushed cheeks, shoulders, toes, thighs, lower belly—everything about video-Seoyeoni was burned into my eyes.
And as I pored over every detail, I realized something. At first, I hadn't noticed, but after looping it endlessly, it became obvious. Seoyeoni was turned on. While sucking Hyeonwoo's dick, she was incredibly aroused. There was some shame mixed in, but no doubt about it.
Of course, I'd seen Seoyeoni excited plenty of times. She always got worked up from direct stimulation like kissing or caressing, or when the mood turned steamy. But with Hyeonwoo, just sucking his cock was enough to melt her completely. I'd set the mood with dim lights and music, lavish her with foreplay, whisper sweet nothings—and even then, she'd barely show that face. But Hyeonwoo got it with one simple suck. It seemed impossible, but watching her in the video shut down any argument. He drove her wild just by feeding her his dick.
My cock twitched, precum leaking. The urge I'd been fighting since last night was starting to hurt. My lower abs cramped like muscle soreness. I buried my face in the pillow, holding back. I wished Seoyeoni would hurry back... unlock me soon. I wanted to see footage of them fucking too. She always came home in the mornings, but still no word. Had they passed out after going all night? Were they making breakfast together all lovey-dovey? Morning sex maybe? This was the first time, so maybe I should call... Nah, I gave up. Better to wait patiently. They might still be in the middle of it...
"Urgh, Seoyeoni..."
Seoyeoni leaned against me, kissing me softly. At my plea that I didn't want to cum yet, her soft hand circled around my cock without touching it directly. She stroked my lower abs, petted the coarse hair. Skipped my throbbing dick to caress my thighs. Then gently cupped my balls, kneading them carefully. It felt a bit off—unnatural. Like something she'd learned from Hyeonwoo.
"Oppa... You really wanna watch...?"
Her voice trembled, asking one more time if I was sure. This was all I'd been waiting for. I had no idea how it'd feel, but I wanted to watch it with her. Hear her reactions, her thoughts on fucking Hyeonwoo. Enduring it was my job.
"Yeah. I wanna see it."
I answered firmly, and she gripped her phone tight. After hesitating, she buried her face in my shoulder.
"You won't hate me... right...?"
"Why would I hate you?"
"...I did it all for you, oppa. You know that, right?"
"I know."
She kept confirming, double-checking. I could feel she didn't want to show me. What the hell was on it to make her like this? Half excitement, half dread.
"And cumming... with Hyeonwoo oppa...?"
I'd asked her to time it with him. Her hand stroking my thigh trembled slightly.
"But, um, Hyeonwoo oppa..."
"Yeah?"
"Ah, never mind...! Anyway, I'll do it like that..."
She shook her head like she was arguing with herself and placed the phone on my chest. A short ten-minute clip. My throat burned; I swallowed hard.
"It starts midway. Dunno why, but it got knocked over mid-recording..."
"Yeah, it's fine."
"Unngh..."
With trembling fingers, Seoyeoni hit play.
'Huh? What? When did it get like that?'
The video began with a pitch-black screen. Then Hyeonwoo's voice from the darkness.
'Hold on a sec.'
-Schlop!
'Heeuk...?! Hnngh, huuuuh...'
'Seoyeoni, you okay?'
'Ah, y-yes...! N-not hurting at all...'
From somewhere off-screen, Seoyeoni's voice came out utterly melted. The Seoyeoni next to me blushed crimson, fidgeting restlessly.
'Camera fell over. I'll go set it up.'
'Huuuh, the camera...?'
'Might as well finish up now it's like this. Get on your stomach. Ass this way.'
'Y-yes...'
'Spread your pussy with both hands. Yeah. Good girl, just like that. Much better now! Not even embarrassed anymore.'
'So pretty. Stay just like that~'
Squelching sounds and Seoyeoni's moans leaked from the black screen. Then it righted itself, capturing her. The shocking sight left me speechless.
"Ah..."
Seoyeoni flinched, letting out a sigh-moan. She'd forgotten to touch me, peeking at my face nervously.
'Oho. Taking the camera well.'
At the edge of the bed, face-down, Seoyeoni thrust her ass straight at the lens. Head buried in the sheets, both hands spreading her pussy wide. The hole proving it'd just been fucked gaped rhythmically. Her ass and thighs were coated in thick white cream...
I'd never seen anything like it. Was that really Seoyeoni?
"O-oppa, maybe we should just skip this..."
"No. Fuck... Seoyeoni, touch me quick."
"Ah... Unngh."
She startled at my curse but snapped to it, her trembling hand wrapping around my cock. I was going insane.
-Slap!
'Holding steady, good girl.'
Seoyeoni spread her reddened ass wider. Hyeonwoo grabbed her hips and started pounding roughly.
'Hnnngh... Ahh! Uk! Eughk!'
Seoyeoni took it with broken, lewd moans. The echoes filled the room; beside me, she shrank like a scared puppy, glancing at me.
Seoyeoni had always shown me only her cute, pretty side—even during sex. But in front of Hyeonwoo, she was that. Not the cute puppy type. I recalled him calling her a bitch in heat. It fit perfectly. Some indescribable emotion welled up.
"I'm seriously losing my mind..."
"Unngh? Sh-should we stop...?"
"No, keep going. It's so fucking good. I'm happy..."
"H-happy? Oppa, you're crying...?"
"'Cause it's so good... so good..."
Tears streamed down for no reason as I stared at the screen. Shock, disbelief, trembling—all aside, I was more aroused than ever. Seeing Seoyeoni's slutty true face, something I'd never dreamed of. More stimulating than any porn. My brain was melting.
"I... I..."
"..."
"Oppa really likes this? Me acting like that...?"
"Yeah. Love it so much..."
I could see her confusion. I didn't get myself either—what must she think?
'Eut, ughk, hng! Uk, eughk!'
The wet slapping and her beastly pleasure-cries didn't stop. I kissed her. She trembled faintly but accepted.
"I love you... love you, Seoyeoni."
"...I love you too."
She looked up at my flushed face, wiping my tears.
"I wanna cum..."
"...Yeah, I'll make you."
Her confusion eased; certainty dawned. Our tongues tangled as I sidelong-glanced the video. She noticed and gently turned my head for a better view. My tongue, cock, brain—all melting.
"Time it with Hyeonwoo so we cum together..."
"Ah, right...! Ah, no... Um, about that..."
-Schlop!
Hyeonwoo suddenly pulled out. Video-Seoyeoni stayed ass-up, panting desperately. Real-Seoyeoni faltered, unable to continue.
"What, did he cum? I-I'm not there yet..."
"N-no, it's not that—he's about to... Hyeonwoo oppa said..."
"Yeah?"
"He took the kiss... said what if he forces it... better if I lose the urge myself..."
"Wh-what...?"
Before I could process, Hyeonwoo's low voice cut in.
'Open your mouth. Stick out your tongue.'
Panting Seoyeoni obeyed instantly, like it was planned. Her face wasn't clear, but she did it. Hyeonwoo ditched the empty condom on the floor. Shaking his massive cock, he approached her face. Her hand sped up on me—like signaling his climax was near. So I'd cum too, as promised.
I couldn't speak, just tensed my legs and clenched my ass to hold back. I'd craved this, but first—what the hell? Why ditch the condom mid-fuck? Why shake it toward her face? Only one possibility.
No way, no fucking way. I focused on the screen.
Only the tip visible behind Hyeonwoo's ass. He looked down, shaking faster. Knowing what was coming, her hand pumped quicker. I tried holding, but she was determined. Hyeonwoo's body tensed.
"Uk, eughk..."
His grunt hit with my mind going white—explosive pleasure. Cum arced high, splattering her hand and my stomach. On-screen, Hyeonwoo unleashed the same into Seoyeoni's open mouth, gushing relentlessly.