Lust Over Sleep
After jerking off to Areum's video,
I sank into a post-nut clarity far emptier than usual, then shifted into intense focus mode. I'd already started my main gig: illustration work.
This job was an SM-concept female character illustration.
The client was my regular and biggest spender, Yusi.
Normally, clients sent work through sites or SNS, but Yusi was a regular who had my KaTalk, so she sent commissions directly.
I always prioritized Yusi's commissions. Partly because she was my biggest spender and regular, but also because she'd been sending me work since my art was still clumsy, saying she could see the 'aesthetics of arousal' in it. She was a benefactor.
- (Reference materials for female character design attached)
- Brown medium-length hair, falling below the shoulders. F-cup chest.
- Wearing a collar. A male hand appears, holding the collar. Wearing raccoon ears. Wearing a blindfold (pushed-up feel, one eye visible). Wearing handcuffs.
- Option 1, cut with a shirt on.
- Option 2, R-18 nude cut.
I checked the reference materials and character concept sheet, all organized in Excel. Now I just had to rough out the sketch from this.
Ah, something to confirm first.
- How do you want the composition?
- Up to you. I'll trust you with it~.
- K. What about the story for this concept, though?
- OMG! I forgot. Hold on, I'll send it right over.
- (Chapter 252 attached)
Yusi was an R-19 web novelist. Surprisingly, not of the female-targeted variety—she wrote typical male-oriented R-19 web novels.
'Her popularity is a bit iffy, though.'
How should I put it? The story was decent, the character individuality was decent, but her writing flair felt a bit lacking?
No, it was a little different from that too. The prose itself was solid, but the typos and ungrammatical sentences were so frequent that you couldn't focus on the story. That's more like it.
'I wonder if Yusi is a foreigner?'
I thought that partly because of the frequent ungrammatical sentences, but Yusi's writing had that distinctive translated-text feel. Something I occasionally picked up even when we talked on KaTalk.
But then, looking at the diversity of her vocabulary, I couldn't imagine her being a foreigner. Yusi's writing even frequently used classical Chinese idioms and other Sino-Korean expressions for emphasis.
One minute the word order made me think she was American, the next the vocabulary made her seem Korean. The frequent Sino-Korean expressions made me wonder if she was Chinese, but the conclusion remained 'unknown.'
I'd even asked her directly out of curiosity once.
But Yusi never discussed her personal details. The only thing she'd revealed was that she was a woman. She seemed uncomfortable with it, so our relationship had become one where I didn't ask private questions.
Well, I wasn't that intensely curious about Yusi's personal details anyway, so I just treated her like an online friend. It was just a bit of a shame about the novel — subtly fun yet not fun at the same time.
A novel that's supposed to be R-19, and yet the sex scenes are boring while the regular story is fun. Maybe there's a gap between the story she wants to write and the story she's good at writing.
'Honestly, the emotional descriptions are a bit...'
It felt like something written by a woman who didn't understand men, or a man who didn't understand women. No — most of the emotional descriptions arising from human relationships were just hard to empathize with and awkward in general.
So I'd even thought before while reading Yusi's novel: This person's got communication issues just like me.
But I never voiced that opinion.
Yusi was the client, I was the worker. I was afraid that giving feedback the other party hadn't asked for might seem like overstepping advice. What if it came off like I was picking a fight?
Anyway, that was why, before I ever started drawing for Yusi, I'd read the novel first. Since the illustrations went inside the novel, they'd create more immersion if they fit the situation well.
- Okay. Read through it. Gonna start work now.
- Looking forward to another great piece~.
I was fairly fast with my hands. And yet I still cranked out art at a high level of quality or above. Normally, the time invested in art varies wildly depending on the person and the piece, but in my case, I didn't have much of that inconsistency.
I finished the sketch in an instant and sent it off.
- Something like this? (Sketch attached)
- Yes! That's exactly the feel I wanted! As expected of Kkangcheol!
Yusi got excited and fired off a barrage of KaTalk messages.
Praise makes even whales dance, as they say.
I got pumped and dove back into the work. As my concentration deepened, the songs playing through my earphones faded into the distance, and I felt my consciousness floating upward.
I wasn't sure when it started, but once I got into the zone, I'd become so immersed that I lost track of time. Maybe it started after I holed up in my room?
Anyway, I finished the line art, sent it, and got the OK sign again. Next, I roughly blocked in the colors and added layers, drawing the accessories.
Before I knew it, I'd entered the final stage.
I reinforced the parts I wasn't happy with, added the background, and piled on the details. Finally, I applied effects to make it feel more alive.
- You're the best, Kkangcheol!
- The artist I discovered, just as I knew! Aesthetics of arousal! An artisan of beautiful curves!
- No one draws this well this fast like Kkangcheol! Speed-star!
Yusi poured out all sorts of praise.
I rubbed my nose, feeling a sense of pride for no reason.
But the KaTalk messages kept coming.
- Kkangcheol, sorry. Can you possibly do a few more?
- Suddenly? When do you need them by?
- Tomorrow at 12:00.
- Don't tell me noon?
- Yep. Before lunchtime.
- ...How many?
- 3.
A curse word flew out of my mouth out loud.
"Oh for fuck's sake! You should've said so earlier! I had so much time the last couple of days—!"
I pounded the keyboard in fury. Still, this was too much!
But Yusi sent a KaTalk before I could.
- Sorry. Forgot. No, I got confused. Thought I'd already sent the commission.
- I'll make it quadruple instead.
My hands stopped.
Select all. Then delete.
I erased the long message and typed a short reply.
- Trust me.
- Kkangcheol, so cool!
If it was quadruple, I'd even pull an all-nighter.
They were offering four times the original amount, after all...
But then a single fact suddenly dawned on me.
Tomorrow was the first day of the semester. They said by noon, but practically speaking, I had to finish by morning.
Well, I was screwed.
*
I somehow managed to draw three more illustrations.
I pressed send and collapsed right there onto my desk.
"Uwaaaaah..."
A sound like a zombie's sob leaked from my mouth.
"...Can I sleep?"
I looked out the window.
Cheep-cheep—!
A clueless sparrow was chirping prettily.
Dawn was breaking.
"Still, maybe I can get an hour or two of sleep..."
Of all days, my class today was at 10 a.m.
The current time was a little past 7 a.m., so it seemed like I could crash for about two hours, get up, get ready, and head out.
I dove right into bed and passed out.
Ding-dong— Ding-dong-ding-dong-ding-dong!
"Huk!"
Someone was mashing the doorbell like crazy.
I'd just closed my eyes — who the hell was it this early in the morning!
I wanted to ignore it, but the obnoxious doorbell ringing made that impossible. Even I got mad at this. Grinding my teeth in irritation, I opened the door.
"Who the hell, first thing in the morning...!"
"Kkangcheol-ah!"
The girl who threw herself into my arms was, of course, Pi Areum. There was no one else who'd do this but Areum.
"Ah, Areum? What's up?"
"It's the first day of the semester! I came so we could go to school together!"
"...Does someone normally show up at this hour for that? It's seven right now."
"What do you mean? It's eight-thirty."
"Huh?"
I'd just closed my eyes and opened them — what was she talking about.
But Areum was right. I checked the wall clock, and it was just before 8:30.
"Crazy."
I felt like I'd just blinked, and an hour and a half had passed?
"C-come on in for now."
"Okay."
Thank goodness Areum had come by. I'd nearly slept through and missed class on the very first day of the semester.
"Areum-ah, take a break. I'm gonna wash up real quick."
Without even waiting for an answer, I hurried into the bathroom. I'd pulled an all-nighter working, so I looked like absolute hell. Stubble had grown in, and the circles under my eyes were dark. Part of it was the all-nighter, but the long period of intense concentration was the bigger hit.
I washed my hair, brushed my teeth, and showered all at the same time. Finally, I shaved and washed my face, and at least I looked somewhat human again.
I stepped outside.
"...Areum-ah?"
Why were your panties off?
Areum smiled prettily and lifted her skirt. Her crotch was fully visible.
"How is it? This way we can do it without taking everything off."
This crazy sex fiend? I'm tired, I can't!
...Is what I wanted to say, but my other head seemed to have a different opinion. Areum looked at my little soldier, which had shot straight up, and smiled with satisfaction. I'd just gotten out of the shower and was naked, so I couldn't even hide it.
"As I thought, Cheoljin-ie wanted to do it too, huh? I kept thinking about it too, that's why I came over first thing in the morning."
"No, I mean..."
"Ah, right. I brought this because I wanted to try using it."
Areum pulled out a small plastic container.
"It's some gel I portioned out. With this, we can put it in even before I get wet. I was curious what it would feel like to insert it without being wet first."
Having said that, Areum squeezed out the gel and applied it to her own pussy, and also smeared some onto my cock.
Seureuk, seueureuk. Jjeo-eo-eok.
The viscous gel stretched out gooey and thick.
My cock, now being touched by Areum's hands, grew even thicker and harder as it became fully erect.
"We don't have much time, so let's do it quick. We can't be late on the first day of the semester, right?"
If you knew that, wouldn't not doing it be the right choice.
I tried out that perfectly sensible answer.
"Areum-ah, grab the bed, turn around, and stick your ass out."
Oh dear me? What's wrong with my mouth. Had my brain been taken over by my dickhead?
I was already holding my cock, which had swollen to the bursting point, and lining it up with Areum's pussy. I gave her round ass one firm squeeze, then placed my hands on her hips.
Jjeugeueueueuk!
"Hnguuuk! Ah!"
"Uwah, it's squeezing so hard...!"
Maybe because her pussy hadn't loosened up yet, it was squeezing tighter than our very first time. My cock felt like it was going to get crushed.
"Hngak, ak. This hurts a little...!"
"Sh-should we stop?"
"Nuh-uh. Keep going. Actually, it might feel a little good t-ooh?!"
Did she have masochistic tendencies?
Even while seemingly in a bit of pain, Areum seemed to be enjoying the sensation.
Jjugeok-jjugeok-jjugeok-jjugeok!
Doing it doggy-style made my urge to cum build up fast. Maybe I just preferred doggy-style. I was pretty sure I'd liked face-to-face missionary better at first — was my taste changing day by day?
"Hngak! Hng-huk!"
Areum's moans grew more intense. She was heating up just as fast as I was.
We were both worked up from having sex for the first time in four days.
Before I knew it, the gel we'd applied to our genitals had long since lost its purpose. I was producing way more pre-cum than gel, and Areum's pussy juice was flowing more than that.
But as I kept thrusting, her smooth ass started looking especially enticing to me. I gently caressed Areum's ass, then spoke.
"Areum-ah, is it okay if I smack your ass?"
"Huh-ut. Cheoljin-ie, that's your thing?"
"I dunno. But I kind of want to try smacking it once. It looks really juicy."
Maybe it was the influence of pulling an all-nighter on illustration work. Half the illustrations Yusi had commissioned this time were SM-play concept pieces.
"You can smack it. But not too hard, okay?"
"Got it. I'll try to control it well."
I decided to gradually increase the intensity.
At first, just loud enough to make a sound — chalsak.
"Ah-haht. That much is fine. You can hit a little harder."
Okay. Then — cheolsseok!
"Ng-ahk!?"
Shit, did I go too hard right away?
"Sorry. You okay?"
"R-right there, that much was just perfect. Any harder and I think it would hurt too much."
So it was okay. What a relief.
I began spanking Areum's ass, adjusting the strength so that only the sound resonated juicily.
Cheolsseok! Jjugeok! Cheolsseok! Jjugeok!
The sound of my cock sliding in and out rang out alongside the sound of me smacking her ass.
This was strangely addictive. Her ass was so plump and juicy, the hand-feel was great, and there was an auditory pleasure too. Plus, every time I smacked her ass, the squeezing sensation felt like it got oddly tighter.
"Hnguk, ah-hak. Cheoljin-ah, I think I'm gonna come soon."
"Let's come together. Ah, come to think of it, we didn't put on a condom."
"You can't come inside today."
"Is... is it a dangerous day?"
I suddenly got scared. We were both only twenty years old now — what if she suddenly got pregnant?
"Not that, it's just that we have to go to schoo-ol."
"Ahah. Got it, I'll come outside."
"Ng. You can pull the skirt up and spray it on my ass."
"...That's fucking hot, you know?"
When it came to sex, the infinitely merciful Areum-nim.
Feeling the sensation of cumming build to the bursting point, I thrust rapidly. The jjugeok sounds shifted into jjak-jjak-jjak-jjak.
"Hnguuuuuut!"
Areum let out a long moan as if she'd hit her peak. Her ass seemed to tremble slightly too.
One last hard hit.
Cheolsseo-eok!
"Uuughk!?"
Areum's head lifted slightly as her back bent. At the same time, her pussy clamped down tight. No — I was getting milked!
I hurriedly pulled my cock out.
Luckily, I was still right on the edge, but the moment I pulled out, the cum came gushing out in a massive spray.
Ulkeok! Byureureureureureuk!
I sprayed my cum straight onto Areum's ass.
Thanks to good aim, it all hit her ass perfectly.
My whitish, clumpy cum painted itself across Areum's buttocks.
"Fucking hot..."
My cock showed no signs of going down. I was exhausted to death from pulling an all-nighter, and yet this guy was still so full of energy.
'I'm craving a skip day from class.'
Not because I was sleepy, but because I wanted to have sex.
Apparently, I was a guy whose sex drive outweighed his sleep drive.