Tamed (1)
I completely hate Hyeonwoo oppa now. No matter what, he treats my oppa way too harshly. His tone, his expressions, his actions—none of it sits right with me. And even though the three of us came out together, he barely lets me talk to him properly. He won't even let us walk side by side, just makes me trail after him like a puppy. He brags about having money, but he made oppa pay for everything. All day today, he treated him like some kind of servant... Oppa told me he was fine, but in the end, he couldn't hold back and snapped.
What oppa wants isn't some servant-like treatment. It felt like he was trying to drag me into treating oppa like a servant too. I stuck close by his side, linked arms with him, smiled at him, and I guess Hyeonwoo oppa got the wrong idea entirely. So I deliberately kissed oppa right in front of him, making a show of it. I wanted Hyeonwoo oppa to feel it. My boyfriend is Minjun oppa. The one I love is Minjun oppa. Sorry to say it, Hyeonwoo oppa, but you're... like a tool, I guess. A tool to excite my oppa. A tool to make our relationship even better.
Yeah, well... I get that Hyeonwoo oppa's good at it. It's frustrating, but he's way better than my oppa—makes me feel things even when I don't want to. Still, this is just a side benefit that came along by chance. What I really want is to do this for my oppa, that's all. Sex is just one way to excite Minjun oppa—nothing more. Today's date is the same. At best, Hyeonwoo oppa's a tool I have to put up with, so please don't get any delusions.
"What, you mad~?"
Hyeonwoo oppa teases me in the elevator. After treating oppa so badly, he doesn't even seem to care.
I shove away his hand as it tries to grope my ass and glare at him.
"Oppa, aren't you going too far?"
"Me? What'd I do?"
"To Minjun oppa. Why do you keep talking to him like that?"
"Haha, did I?"
This time, he wraps his arm around my shoulders and pulls me in. I end up buried against his firm chest. I know I can't push this away... so I let it be for now. But I need to make this clear while I have the chance.
"Oppa, I really wish you wouldn't get the wrong idea."
"Wrong idea? What wrong idea?"
"I'm Minjun oppa's girlfriend. This is all for Minjun oppa."
"Hmm~"
"I'm definitely not your girlfriend or anything."
The elevator arrives, and he half-carries me down the hallway. Hyeonwoo oppa looks down at me with a smirk.
"Doesn't this feel like boyfriend-girlfriend right now? You buried in my arms, heading to the hotel room."
"Huh? No, it's not...! I mean..."
"Okay, okay, got it."
He doesn't seem to be taking my words seriously. I squirm because I hate being held like this, and he hugs me even tighter.
-Beep
"Come on in~"
"…"
It's obviously luxurious—clean, neat, smells great. The interior, the lighting, the vibe—everything's perfect. I get that it's nice, but suddenly I think of oppa's card. Even for one night, this has to be at least a few hundred thousand won. I wonder if oppa's really okay with it. No, he can't be.
Hyeonwoo oppa sits me on the bed. It's so soft... the blankets and pillows look amazing too.
"Nice, right?"
"…Yeah."
I snap out of it and answer curtly, and Hyeonwoo oppa smirks.
"You're pissed, huh?"
"…Wouldn't you be if you were me?"
"Haha, I'm not getting the wrong idea~"
Hyeonwoo oppa sits next to me and stretches. "Seoyeoni's obviously Minjun hyung's girlfriend!"
His hand naturally reaches out and kneads my breast. This is what confuses me. He treats the unnatural like it's the most natural thing. I flinch but leave him be.
"You like Minjun hyung so much—where would I even fit in?"
"…"
"I saw that kiss and knew right away. No chance."
With expert ease, he unhooks my bra and dives in. My bare breast is gripped firmly in his big hand. Somewhere between rough and gentle, he squeezes and massages with the perfect pressure. It's crazy how quickly this mood hits me.
"Something I can't do~"
"Ah... O-Oppa, you absolutely can't..."
"I know."
He pinches my now-hard nipple—not painfully. A shameful moan slips out from the sharp thrill.
"The only place I can break into is one spot."
"Ah..."
"You like this, right?"
He smirks while twisting my nipple teasingly. He's so handsome... stupidly handsome, I think like an idiot. His voice is good too, makes me feel good. My head's spinning a little.
"And I like Minjun hyung a ton. I've put a lot of thought into making him happy~"
"Huh...?"
"Since he asked, I'm doing my best. Just doing my job."
Hyeonwoo oppa shrugs.
"Doesn't Minjun hyung like it? What happens when you get home? Does he say I'm going too far?"
"…"
Never. No matter how harshly he treats oppa—enough to piss me off—oppa just gets excited, never complains it's too much.
"We both like Minjun hyung. We each have our roles. I do mine my way, and you keep loving Minjun hyung."
Hyeonwoo oppa gently lifts my clothes. My loosened bra and embarrassingly erect nipples are exposed to him. He takes one into his mouth.
"You even kiss your beloved Minjun oppa."
He smirks, swirling his tongue, sucking, nipping lightly. Even just hearing the wet smacking sounds makes me blush. I know exactly what it feels like to heat up—face flushing, body warming. My heart pounds, breaths grow ragged, and down there gets slick. Deep in my lower belly, that spot I don't want to acknowledge starts clenching.
"Right?"
"O-Oppa..."
"I'm treating you to a nice place like this—let's enjoy it!"
While sucking one nipple, he teases the other. My legs part on their own; I can't hold back anymore.
"Ah, haa, haa..."
It starts feeling okay bit by bit. If I can just make up for what oppa spent today, my mind will be at ease. I can forget everything and focus on doing this for oppa. It's not because I want to.
"B-But oppa... the money today..."
"Money?"
"Oppa spent way too much today..."
"Really? Isn't that normal for a date?"
"N-No...! Ah..."
I mumble against my swollen, sensitive spot, and his hot breath hits it directly. I hug his head tight without thinking.
"Mmm~"
Hyeonwoo oppa shakes his head lightly and pulls his mouth away. I wish he'd kept going... my stimulated nipple tingles with lingering ache. My body's on fire; I don't know what to do.
"I thought it was reasonable, but guess not?"
"…"
"Then let's do this."
He thinks for a moment, then smiles and strokes my lips.
"Honestly, I was kinda disappointed today?"
"Disappointed...?"
"Your blowjob. You seemed like you could do it, but nah."
"Ah..."
Oppa didn't cum today. I tried my best, but I was nervous and it didn't work. Time just dragged on, my jaw hurt, I couldn't do it right, so he stopped me.
"I'll teach you properly, so follow along well."
"…"
"If you do it right and satisfy me, I'll cover for hyung."
"Cover what?"
"The money."
I stare blankly at Hyeonwoo oppa. He smiles handsomely and strokes me. I'd do it anyway... sudden, but not bad. "Properly teach" sounds iffy, but it'll be similar. Good for Minjun oppa too.
"What do you say?"
I had no choice but to nod. Even setting aside the money, it's not bad. Hyeonwoo oppa seems like a pro, so if I learn well, I can do it for oppa. Sure, learning blowjob technique is weird... but if it's for oppa, it's fine. Can't learn this anywhere else.
I touch my lips lightly. Still feels weird.
"Only if you follow well, got it?"
"…"
I nod faintly.
"You seem like you'll pick it up quick."
He chuckles at me.
"Good. It varies by situation, but let's start with the basics?"
"Basics...?"
"Yeah. Basic position. Take your clothes off first. Stand in front and strip."
He pats his thigh. Starting right away, huh.
Clutching my pounding chest, I hesitantly stand in front of Hyeonwoo oppa.
"…"
With trembling hands, I undress piece by piece. Better than the first time, at least. He always makes me strip myself, so I've gotten used to it. With soft thuds, I'm soon fully naked.
"I always say it—don't cover up."
"Ah... Y-Yes..."
I stand at attention like he taught me. Used to it or not, the shame lingers.
"Good. Before a blowjob, strip first. Visuals matter too."
"…"
Hyeonwoo oppa scans my body slowly. From my face to breasts, waist, hips, between my legs. My body trembles on its own.
"Think of it as service."
"Ah..."
"Service to the cock. Devotedly, to make it feel good. With your mouth pussy."
"Y-Yes...??"
Service is whatever. Kinda feels like that anyway. But the end...
"Why?"
"N-No, it's..."
"What, mouth pussy? Haha, what's wrong with calling a mouth pussy a mouth pussy?"
Hyeonwoo oppa laughs like I'm the weird one.
"Call it that from now on."
"…"
"What’s Seoyeoni's mouth?"
Hyeonwoo oppa asks me directly. My mind goes blank. My mouth isn't that. I barely got used to saying "pussy" because of him...
"Hmm~ Tough from the start?"
"Huh??"
"We haven't even begun, and you can't keep up?"
"N-No... I can...!"
My body shrinks. It's not that I can't keep up. Just... too vulgar, feels wrong...
I glance at Hyeonwoo oppa's hardening expression. Screw it. Saying it doesn't make it real. Just feels weird...
"What? So? What's Seoyeoni's mouth?"
I swallow hard, clench my fists tight, and he asks again. With a trembling voice, barely audible, I answer.
"M-Mouth... pussy..."
"Can't hear. Say it clearly, word for word. Who? What? How?"
Hyeonwoo oppa demands firmly. My blank mind fills with that filthy word. It's just words, but it feels real. I clench my fists harder.
"P-Pussy... My mouth... No, Seoyeoni's mouth is a mouth pussy..."
"Good. Now, what are you gonna do with your mouth pussy?"
"Ah... Service..."
"Hmm, making me repeat it over and over."
Hyeonwoo oppa raises one eyebrow. I flinch and squeeze my eyes shut.
"G-Gonna service the cock...! W-With my mouth pussy..."
Hyeonwoo oppa stares at my mouth. I don't know what to do. Anxiety bubbles up; I think of Minjun oppa, even recall our kiss earlier. It just makes me feel weirder. I keep swallowing saliva.
"On your knees."
Hyeonwoo oppa smirks and commands me.