#87. Thrill
#87. Thrill
The heating was on, but right now it felt like midwinter.
My slightly chilled fingers greedily moved toward Na-eun's lower half.
As expected, what Na-eun had pulled down was her stockings.
The moment I placed my hand on her thigh, she flinched because my fingers were cold.
"...You're gonna shove it in right away?"
A whisper laced with a hint of flustered panic.
In a situation like this, I figured keeping talk to a minimum would make it even hotter, so I silently unbuckled my belt.
Reacting to my actions like she'd been waiting for it, Na-eun bent forward and dropped to her knees.
It'd been a good while since I'd worked nonstop without washing it.
It definitely didn't smell great.
Chok.
The sound of her lips meeting my glans.
Na-eun pressed her lips to my cock in a posture that almost looked reverent.
I couldn't tell what expression she had or what she was thinking.
The dead of night.
The Seminar Room where everyone came and went for classes.
Those two backdrops amplified the pitch-black sense of depravity swelling in my chest.
Jjoook. Jju-wap. Jjap.
My shaft started glistening more and more with Na-eun's saliva.
Her soft tongue hotly traced every throbbing vein from top to bottom, meticulously.
The warm breath escaping her nose added even more heat to my dick.
"Puha."
Pulling my cock out of her mouth for a breath, Na-eun diligently jerked me off with both hands to keep the stimulation going.
"...How is it? ...Feels good?"
Her words sounded like a service worker checking customer satisfaction, and it made me want to fuck her brains out right then and there, desire surging wildly.
Slipping my hands between the arms of her kneeling form, I hoisted her up to her feet.
"...Why aren't you saying anything? You can whisper if you want."
Even though it was a clear whisper, no other noise meant it rang out as sharp as our normal conversations.
But right now, what we needed wasn't human words.
With my rationality knocked out from excessive design work.
I wanted to hear beastly sounds fueled by pent-up stress and lust.
I sat Na-eun on the desk and spread her legs wide.
Too bad I couldn't crank up the lights for a HD close-up of the scene, but the slowly rising morning sun vaguely outlined her silhouette.
She'd been the aggressive one, but this pose was embarrassing her—her legs were shrinking inward bit by bit.
"...If you're gonna do it, just do it."
As I silently admired her pose, she muttered in a shrinking voice, clearly embarrassed.
Classic Han Na-eun.
My super-perverted girlfriend's pussy was breathing out hot breaths, begging to take my cock deep inside right away.
I wanted to strip away human language from my demure little vixen, so I thrust my dick deep into her just like that.
"Hngh...!"
In my studio apartment, she'd have let out full moans, but this was school.
If someone passing by outside heard, we might not just get leave of absence—we could be dropping out.
But why was this?
Maybe because I'd been through so much hell lately.
I was actually enjoying this thrill.
Every time I rocked my hips back and forth, Na-eun's body trembled.
"Hngk. Hngh."
Na-eun desperately clamped her mouth with both hands, trying to stifle her moans.
Seeing the exact scene I'd written a dozen times in erotic novels' outdoor play chapters playing out live—I couldn't control my boiling excitement.
The more she struggled to hold back, the rougher I thrust my hips.
"Ngh... Oppa... Go easy... Ngh!"
She was really struggling to hold it in, tears welling up as she begged me.
But contrary to her words, her pussy was squirting out pleasure juices.
Hooduk. Hooduduk.
Lewd fluids dripped from our joined parts, messing up the floor.
I knew we really shouldn't be doing this—getting caught would fuck us over big time—but I wanted to chase even more dizzying pleasure.
I scooped Na-eun up and headed right for the door.
Her unsteady hands used the door itself as a brace.
"Haa... Haa... Oppa... This is really not..."
She'd dragged me here to do naughty shit, and now she was trying to back out? Infuriating.
"Should we stop then?"
I finally opened my mouth.
Ignoring the way her pussy folds clung desperately to my cock, refusing to let go, I pulled out in one go.
"Aaah..."
A sigh of regret leaked from Na-eun's lips.
"Say it now, Han Na-eun."
I rubbed my glans teasingly against her entrance and asked.
"Are we stopping here?"
I flashed a sly grin.
"Or are you gonna have hot, filthy mating sex with me?"
She shot me a resentful glare.
But she never uttered the word "stop."
I knew she wouldn't.
Instead, she spread her ass cheeks with both hands, getting into an even easier position for insertion.
"That's my girlfriend."
No way would HNE-nim, the erotic illustrator for mad SM erotic novelist Han Gyeo-ul, bail here.
She knew the same turn-ons as me.
That our kinks matched was proven by over eight illustration gigs already.
Another round of sloppy, messy sex ensued.
With my excitement maxed out, I spanked her ass to my heart's content.
Ppak. Jjak.
She looked up at me with shivers each time I hit hard enough to leave red marks.
"Haa... Haa... You crazy fuck..."
And you're not a crazy bitch for taking it?
"Thanks for the compliment."
The only thanks I could give was shoving my cock in to the hilt.
"Haaang."
Finally unable to hold back, a filthy moan burst from Na-eun's mouth.
That was the moment.
[Didn't you hear something?]
A high-pitched woman's voice.
[Nah, what noise? Hallway's empty.]
Now a slightly lower-toned other woman's voice.
Takak-takak.
One of them was in heels—the sharp shoe sounds echoed through the empty hallway.
[Ah... When we going home...]
From the convo, they seemed like underclassmen who'd pulled an all-nighter in the third-floor Design Room.
We had no choice but to freeze at the voices.
But just for a moment.
I knew—no, we knew—what the national rule was in a situation like this.
Jjik. Jjikkeok.
As I started moving my hips again, Na-eun's eyes went wide and she shook her head no.
Her face screaming please hold it in just this once.
But Na-eun-ah, you know?
Guys endure all the hassle and risk outdoor sex precisely to see that expression?
I completely ignored her and shook my hips again.
If she was seriously against it, she'd have pulled away from me already.
"Eup. Eueup."
Her hands steadfastly muffling her mouth.
That's it, Han Na-eun.
Hand over mouth not enough, she shoved her fingers right into her mouth.
As the hallway voices faded, I pistoned my cock faster and faster.
"Fucking hot as hell, Na-eun-ah."
"...What if we get caught, you fucking asshole."
Na-eun cussed me out in half-banshim, pissed at my actions.
"You love it too."
I fed her one of the classic lines from erotic novels.
She snorted in disbelief.
"Just cum already, you horny demon."
"Was just about to."
We'd enjoyed quite the prolonged foreplay.
Honestly, I'd wanted to creampie her pussy for a while now.
As the orgasm built, I pondered disposal options.
Easiest one, as always.
"Open your mouth."
The second I pulled out, I commanded her in a low voice.
She predictably engulfed my cock, and I used my girlfriend's mouth like a toilet.
Satisfaction on a whole other level from jerking off.
After cumming, I didn't forget to flush.
"Swallow."
Gulp.
The sound of liquid sliding down her throat filled the dark room.
Confirming she'd completed her mission perfectly, I helped her stand again.
"Oppa."
Na-eun whispered as she pulled up her panties and stockings.
"Yeah."
Drenched in sweat on my forehead and back, I replied weakly.
"Any other spots you've fantasized about doing it?"
"Fantasized spots?"
"...I have the Excel file with passwords for the College of Architecture offices."
...Making a baby in the Model Making Room doesn't sound half bad either?