The Moving Black Shadow 2
“Shall we get a little bolder?”
I'd never planned to cover my face from the start, and according to the info from my future wife, Choi Ara, I hadn't gotten caught. I wanted to ask for more details about the process, but I held back to avoid raising suspicion. I'd intended to start with her arms and legs bound, but since I was going bold anyway, I decided to proceed like this—and yanked off the cloth covering Choi Ara's face.
I left it nearby in case I needed to put it back on anytime, then gazed down at her unconscious form. Her eyes bore faint tear tracks from the shock of the assailant's attack, but her refined beauty hadn't dimmed in the slightest. The basic makeup and red lipstick she'd applied to look pretty for her boyfriend only accentuated her allure further. Her pristine white cardigan and pastel sky-blue dress stood out starkly against the filthy alley, utterly mismatched.
Slrrrp.
Kim Il-woo squatted in front of her, gripped the hem of her dress, and lifted it, exposing the secret spot hidden snugly within to the camera. Black panties in a sexy design that clashed wildly with the innocent sky-blue hue. Her thighs, plump just right, looked utterly delectable—like they'd squish perfectly under pressure.
“Gulp…”
Kim Il-woo swallowed hard, his reason numbed by the woman's defenseless pose. He hiked the dress hem up to her lower belly and stripped off her cardigan. Whether it was her body or the dress that was lewd, her ample upper chest thrust forward even more once the cardigan was gone.
“Looking at you like this, that mysterious woman I met earlier really is your future self.”
Slowly savoring his childhood friend's vulnerable figure, she was the spitting image of the future version he'd just encountered. The difference? The Choi Ara collapsed before him still held the fresh bloom of her twenties, while his wife from the future carried the ripe allure of a married woman.
“Mmm…”
As if sensing his lecherous gaze, Choi Ara let out a small, uncomfortable groan. Kim Il-woo, thrilled by her distress, yanked the dress down in one swift motion.
Plop.
He'd pulled so hard that her bra came down with it, her voluptuous bare breasts spilling out and jiggling.
“Whoa… they're fucking gorgeous.”
Kim Il-woo marveled at the two teardrop-shaped mounds laid bare before him. Their shape was artistic perfection, but he'd never imagined how soft and springy they'd feel spilling free. The pink areolas, untouched by many hands, and the shyly erect nipples ignited an urge to devour them right then.
Unable to quench his burning thirst any longer, he grabbed her limp head—slack from unconsciousness—and turned it to face him. He brought his mouth to her serene, sleeping beauty of a face as if for a kiss, then extended his tongue long and licked her entire face like he was tasting her.
“Slrrrp…”
“Mm…”
Choi Ara's face twitched faintly at the raspy tongue gliding over her skin, the creepy sensation making her frown ever so slightly. Saliva smeared thickly on one side of her face, trickling down—what would have been a scream of horror if she'd been awake.
“Smack…”
“Mmph…!”
He stole her red-lipsticked lips outright. The subtle texture of those lips he'd tasted a few times back when they dated came flooding back.
Her lips are a bit plumper now.
Unlike her childhood days, they'd grown fuller with maturity, transmitting a much softer, puffier feel.
“Smack, suck, slrrrp, slrrrp, sluuuurp…”
“Mm, mmph… hmph… ugh?!”
The sticky kiss raged on, as if to suck every drop of liquid from her mouth. Unconscious, she trembled her eyelashes at the unpleasant intrusion in her mouth, indirectly betraying her fear.
Soon, his snaking red tongue slithered like a serpent into her mouth.
“Hrrph, ugh!!! Mmph?!”
Choi Ara gasped at the tongue thrashing inside her mouth, instinctively trying to pull her head back, but his hands gripping it wouldn't allow it. Her body twitched faintly, rejecting the vile, sticky kiss she'd never experienced.
“Puha…”
“Haa… haa…”
The deep kiss, devouring every bit of her, finally ended. Their lips glistened with saliva, and her red lipstick was wiped clean, revealing her natural pink hue—a profoundly intense exchange.
Without pause, he lowered his head and engulfed one of his childhood friend's ripe fruits whole.
“Haab…”
“Hnngh?!”
The ecstatic scent of her flesh filled his mouth, along with the soft yet resilient breast. Gripping the other like he was entranced, her body jerked violently in rejection.
“Chup, slurp… suck, suuuuck…!”
“Hn, mmmngh… ah, uungh…!”
Lewd sucking sounds echoed—not like a baby nursing, but a sticky, depraved assault on her breast. She frowned at the unpleasant stickiness spreading across her chest, yet began panting softly from the faint stimulation teasing her sensitive spots.
The way her teardrop breasts deformed in his grasp was hypnotically erotic. Coating them with his saliva like marking his territory, he shifted to the nipples crowning them. The textured nub under his tongue. He nipped it lightly with his teeth while pinching and tugging it with his playful hand.
“Aaagh?!”
A pained scream burst from her lips. Pulling the nipple stretched her teardrop breast upward, quivering—a sight that stoked pure sadism.
“Hah…”
As he released the simultaneous tug and bite, she shuddered finely, heaving breaths to quell the first agony she'd ever felt.
Gazing at her panting form, he plunged his hand straight into her black panties.
Squelch.
“A little wet already?”
The lukewarm heat and sticky love juices clung to his fingertip. Aroused from the long kiss and breast play, her panties were faintly damp. With a wrist snap, he swept over her mound and thrust deeper—where a thin membrane snagged his finger.
“Hm?”
Sensing the impossibility, he spread her legs obscenely wide, shoved her panties aside, and exposed his childhood friend's most secret garden to the dim alley light. Gripping her moist mound and yanking it open revealed blushing pink inner flesh.
“Still a virgin?”
She'd been dating boyfriend Park Jun-hyun forever—he'd assumed she'd done it ages ago. What stroke of luck was this? He knew she was conservative, but not this pure.
He snatched the camera quick, capturing the blissful sight of her pristine flower.
Like flies to honey, he buried his face between her thighs.
“Slrrrp, slrrrp, suck…”
“Ah, ahh… huung…”
Unused virgin pussy? Or her unique scent? Even the slowly leaking juices tasted divinely sweet. He plunged his long tongue deep, lapping every crevice of her maiden folds.
As he obsessively devoured her hidden flesh, the trembling in her spread legs intensified.
“Haa, haa… nngh…!”
Her sweet moans faintly echoed in the dark alley. Sticky, squelching sounds thickened from where his face was buried. She twisted her hips, thrashing to escape the rising heat, but the beast latched between her legs wouldn't budge.
“Hoo… hoo… hoo…”
After feasting on her floral nectar, he pulled back with low, deep breaths. Eyes bloodshot with uncontainable lust, he stripped off his pants—his raging cock sprang free. Veins bulging like the alley's murky shadows, grotesque in size and girth, mirroring his endless lust.
“I've always wanted to try this.”
He laid his throbbing erection across the faintly panting Choi Ara's face. The dainty beauty's pale skin contrasted obscenely with the monstrous shaft—a profoundly sensual sight.
“Haa… haa…”
As if imprinting that this cock would claim her virginity, he pressed it to her gasping lips. The soft texture met his shaft.
“Just once?”
It might hurt shoving in dry, so treating her mouth like lube, he gripped her head with both hands and eased his cock into her mouth-pussy.
“Ugh, mmph…?”
A muffled groan escaped as he pushed past her soft lips into the hot cavern. She shook her head at the foreign intrusion, but he ignored it, slowly coating his shaft in her saliva.
“Ugh, uuuh…? Uuuuugh…?!”
As it hit her throat, she retched in agony, body twitching. He hilted to the root, savoring her depths. Her convulsing throat rippled against his glans.
Gurgle.
“Bleeech…!”
Once slick with her spit, he yanked out—and she expelled her pent-up breath like she'd been waiting.