Chapter 12
Chapter 12
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 12
Chapter Title: JUF-009 (7)
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I ended up owing her two more loads in the end.
Even so, my erection hadn't gone down yet because she was still toying with my dick like it was her personal plaything.
"Hey. Is messing with it that fun? Keep it up and you're gonna wear the damn thing out."
"I dunno. It's just... kinda cute when I look at it. Makes me wanna keep touching."
"They usually call that attachment."
"Oh yeah? Well, it is mine now, so attachment's not wrong."
"Why the hell is it yours?"
"It's mine, so act like it. Or I'll report your ass and have you locked up."
"Sigh. Fine. Let's say it's my hubby's."
She shot me a playful glare when I slipped in the pet name.
Choi A-ran put on a stern face and laid down the law.
"Hubby? Who calls each other that at work? Forgot I'm your senior already?"
She remembered the earlier incident and kept the nagging coming.
"Come to think of it, you were calling me A-ran so casually before. Who said you could drop the honorifics? That's how you address a superior?"
Her cute scolding sparked a mischievous rebellious streak in me.
I pulled her into my arms like I was binding her on the sofa and whispered lewdly in her ear.
"What am I supposed to do when my A-ran's mouthpussy tastes so fucking good? It slipped out in the heat of ecstasy."
She seemed secretly pleased and shoved my chest lightly.
"You're such a horny bastard. Felt that good with just my mouth?"
I stroked her hair gently as I answered, reminiscing about that peak moment.
"No joke. Best mouthpussy I've ever had. A-ran's is number one."
"Ugh. Your word choice. That's a compliment?"
"Hell yeah. What better praise? Means it's the one I wanna fuck most."
"Can't even talk right. Anyway, I've got a question."
"Question? Shoot."
"That... guy's cum. Does it always taste like that?"
"Taste? Cum doesn't really have a 'taste,' does it?"
"Don't take it weird or anything. It was like... strawberry latte? Yogurt? Something like that."
She tilted her head, puzzled, unable to pin down the exact flavor.
But wasn't that way off the mark?
"...Strawberry latte? You're saying my cum tastes like that? You okay in the head?"
Maybe the intense pleasure had fried her brain.
First time hearing cum tastes like strawberries.
She protested like I was wronging her.
"Hey! I'm serious!"
"Even jokes gotta sound plausible. Strawberry-flavored cum?"
"Hah. Don't believe me then. Doesn't matter—I'll swallow it all anyway. Try shooting in some other bitch's mouth and see."
She smacked her lips like she was craving it already.
That reaction gave me a weird vibe.
No way someone smacks their lips thinking about cum.
Usually they hate the fishy, bitter taste.
As that thought hit me, a memory flashed through my mind.
Come to think of it, she'd said my chest tasted like strawberries when she sucked on it.
'No way? The Love Juice? That's what the strawberry scent meant?'
The mystery drink from the second shoot reward.
It said it stimulated a partner's taste buds.
Rich milk and subtle strawberry aroma—guess that's what it meant.
Made total sense for Choi A-ran's reaction now.
Sweet-tasting cum? Of course it'd make her hungry for it.
'Holy shit. Strawberry cum. For real?'
Not a bad deal for me, though.
Why do women hate blowjobs usually?
The stench.
But strawberry-scented dick? No reason to refuse.
Hell, she might get addicted like this.
'Best job ever. Best perks. Love you, Evelyn Studio.'
I pledged my loyalty again to our studio boss, probably watching from somewhere.
As I saluted internally, piecing it all together, a knock shattered the mood.
—Knock knock knock
"Ms. Choi? You in there? Brought those samples you asked for this morning."
Sudden uninvited guest.
We'd been cuddling on the sofa, but we both jumped up without a word.
Choi A-ran hurriedly fixed her lingerie and hair.
I didn't even have time to zip up—I scanned for a hiding spot first.
If word got out we were locked in her office alone with the janitor, it'd spark ugly rumors for her.
Not many hiding spots in the office.
Cupboard too cramped for me, behind the sofa too risky.
That's when Choi A-ran pointed under the desk.
"There! Under the desk!"
Plenty of space under the massive wooden desk.
No way to get caught unless they came right up front.
I crammed myself under the desk in a flash.
Choi A-ran, now dressed properly, sat in her chair, blocking all views perfectly.
"Ms. Eun! One sec! Changing clothes!"
She fixed her smeared makeup from the blowjob, then unlocked the door with the remote.
—Click!
Ms. Eun stepped in and approached the desk.
Hidden completely, I couldn't see shit.
"Ms. Choi. Were you with someone? Heard voices."
"Oh, just a client call. Locked the door for something important."
"Ah, gotcha. Thought you were sneaking someone in. Here's the samples."
"Oh, thanks. Always troubling you."
"No biggie between us. Hey, what's that smell?"
"Sm-smell? What smell?"
"Strawberry scent everywhere? You didn't eat macarons without me, did you?"
"Haha, no way. Just switched air fresheners."
"Hmm. Atmosphere feels off. You look super suspicious right now."
"Huh? What do you mean?"
"Your face is flushed, eyes shaky... hiding something?"
Women's intuition can be creepy sometimes.
Didn't expect her to zero in like that.
Choi A-ran panicked briefly—her legs under the desk trembled nervously.
I patted her calf to calm her.
She regained composure quick and countered the grilling.
True to form, she picked a clever deflection.
Hide a lie in truth, as some wise guy said.
She sighed deeply like confessing.
"Sigh. Can't fool you, Ms. Eun. Yeah, I was on the phone with him till just now."
"No way! See? Knew it! Your eyes were all heart-eyes. Can't fool these peepers."
"M-me? Really?"
"Totally. That glow only a girl in love has. So, what'd you talk about? Oh—too nosy?"
Ms. Eun dragged a chair over, thrilled for gossip.
Desk was far enough—no risk of discovery.
Choi A-ran gave an awkward smile at the prying.
"Nah, not too nosy. Just 'did you eat lunch?' 'Miss you.' 'What time you off?' Stuff like that."
"Aww! So jealous! He called first? Said he misses you?"
"Yeah. Told him not to call at work, but felt bad ignoring."
"Whoa. He's totally smitten. So you got him wrapped around your finger?"
Ms. Eun's words made Choi A-ran flinch, legs shaking again.
Anyone could see I held the reins.
But she hated admitting it and started bragging cutely.
"You bet. I call all the shots. He practically melts from one kiss."
"Damn, Ms. Choi! Way bolder than you look. Already that far?"
"Couples check compatibility early these days."
"True. So, how's the chemistry? Decent? Can't ignore bedroom vibes."
"Hmm, chemistry. How deep you want it?"
Ms. Eun squealed excitedly, demanding max dirt.
"All the way! Ugh, heart's racing—can't work like this."
"We haven't actually slept together yet. But we've gotten close a few times."
She nudged my leg like she knew I was listening.
Oblivious, Ms. Eun covered her mouth, urging more.
"Omg, how far?"
"Right to the goal line. He sets the mood great, decent sense too."
"What else? Body? Technique?"
"Oh, that surprised me. Killer bod—threw me off."
"Whoa? Impress you? Must be stacked. You see tons of male models."
"Not like that. Just... slutty? Hard to describe."
"Ooh, I get it! Pale skin, lean muscle type?"
"Yep, exactly."
"Wow, heart pounding. Bet he pins you down and devours you soon."
"He's been eyeing me like prey. Follows me around drooling. Kinda cute, I guess."
"Duh, any guy would devour you. Any flaws? Your standards are sky-high."
I perked up at Ms. Eun's sharp question.
Choi A-ran had praised mostly, but flaws had to exist.
She hesitated, then spoke.
"One thing. Kinda cocky. Sometimes so smug I wanna slap him."
Oh ho. Talking shit about me right overhead?
Unforgivable.
I reached up and stroked deep into her thigh.
Soft flesh bounce plus silky stocking—lewd as hell.
—Slide
"...Ngh♥︎"
She yelped softly in surprise.
Ms. Eun, witnessing it, asked worriedly.
"Ms. Choi? You okay? Looking pale."
Choi A-ran fixed her face and waved it off.
"Nah, nose itched suddenly. No big."
"Phew, thought you caught a cold. AC sickness is bad—be careful."
"Thanks. Where were we? Flaws?"
"Yeah, cocky."
Annoyed at my handiwork, she added one.
"His tastes run a bit pervy too."
"Tastes? Like fetishes?"
"Yep. Likes it rough."
"Ooh, wolf type fits. You into that?"
"Prefer gentle treatment."
"Me? I'd like being led a bit."
"Not hating it. I like leading too, so overlap? Sometimes feels arrogant."
Oh really? Sloppy pig bitch leaks when spanked, yet claims she leads?
Too dishonest.
'Fine. Time to shatter that delusion.'
I slid my hand up her thigh again, probing deep.
She crossed her legs quick, but couldn't match my strength.
'Don't fight. Gonna make you cum in front of your coworker.'
She tried pinching my hand to stop.
No chance I'd quit.
Studio powers probably muffled noise anyway.
If caught, I'd just claim her publicly.
After some struggle, she gave up, relaxing her legs.
I yanked her chair closer and buried my nose in her plump thigh, savoring.
"Sniiiif. Haa."
Head-spinning female musk.
Her shoulders shivered from my breath alone.
Then Ms. Eun's voice from above.
"...Ms. Choi. You sure you're okay? Face is ashen."
As Ms. Eun leaned in, Choi A-ran freaked and blocked her.
"N-no! Totally fine! Makeup not sitting right? Tried cool tones for once!"
"Hmm. If something's up, tell me. I'll help."
"Thanks. If it's tough, I'll... tell you... ngh... right away."
Superhuman endurance holding back my groin massage.
Delicate fingers grazing her pussy edges.
Oblivious, Ms. Eun spilled her own woes like perfect timing.
Choi A-ran's face drained white from what I glimpsed.
'Heh. Hooked good. Pussy wide, bitch. Gonna feast.'
Anticipating sweet honey, my crotch throbbed already.