The Dick I Found
"This is the dick I found."
"What the hell are you trying to do..."
Shim Sona didn't answer. She just tightened the hand locked around my dick. This time the face wasn't acting. Real fire had caught in the eyes she was cutting up at me.
Fuck. Was one jab about chest size really worth getting this pissed?
...But flip it around, and it wasn't so different from laughing in a guy's face and calling his dick small. The second I lined the two up, a chill slid down my spine.
"H-hey, why are you taking your clothes off again...?"
Sure enough, Shim Sona shucked the leather jacket and the white tank in one go, then popped the bra hook open behind her back. What came free couldn't be called big, but her breasts were completely bare, the nipples already standing a little sharp.
"This is the dick I found."
I didn't get a second to take in the view. Shim Sona ducked her head and dragged the tip of her tongue over the head of my cock.
"Haa—!"
Nothing like a pussy. A hot, wet tongue traced, dead accurate, across only the most sensitive tip of the glans, and every time that small tongue scraped the head, my dick twitched on its own. Strength surged all the way to the root and it tried to rear up; if she hadn't pinned the shaft down hard with her hand, it would have slammed straight into her lips.
I tried to glue my ass to the blanket and hold out, but my hips were already bucking by themselves. Clocking the reaction, Shim Sona's tongue wickedly circled the rim of the head one more time.
"Haa..."
Dangerous. She hadn't even taken all of it yet, and I was already this far gone. If she actually swallowed me deep, would I be able to hold on at all?
"Hey. Hey, stop."
"It's standing straight up. Stop what."
No time to stop her. Shim Sona sealed her lips around the head and slowly swallowed her way down.
"Haaa—!"
What the hell is this. Tighter than a pussy.
Maybe because she could set the pressure herself. She sucked all the way to the root until her cheeks hollowed, pulled off, and with her other hand grabbed my balls and slowly rolled them. Too precise. Too relentless. Even while she focused the licking on the head alone, when she took me to the root she kept her teeth clear and dragged only her tongue along the underside.
A moment later she slipped my dick out of her mouth and muttered through spit-slick lips.
"You smell like body wash. How far into the corners did you scrub? Fuck, was my pussy that dirty?"
"Th-that's not— I was dodging you, killing time in the bathroom on purpose..."
"Dodging? Fuck, you were dodging me?"
Ah. My head was so fogged I'd blurted the truth without meaning to. But I'd already been chewed out for fucking her raw and not even coming inside, and she didn't look ready to stop. I was a male starved for sex myself. I didn't have the stamina for another round, and I still didn't want this pleasure cut off. It wasn't just warm and squeezing, the way a pussy was.
"Hhha..."
Her tongue struck the head, sucked it, dragged the underside, and my body felt like it was being forced awake whether it wanted to or not. So I answered in a voice that pretended I'd been wronged—no, in the most pathetic tone I could scrape up—with a nasty little hope mixed in that if this bitch got mad, she'd keep her mouth on me even longer.
"I was scared you'd tear into me for fucking you raw..."
"Pfft. A dumbass like that wants an apology from me?"
"Th-that was acting...!"
"Acting? Don't bullshit me. You think an actress can't tell one feeling from another?"
Just as I'd expected, Shim Sona snorted, opened her mouth, and pushed me back in to the root. I could feel the head reaching nearly to her throat.
"Nngh..."
I forced my eyes onto the ceiling and ground my teeth against the pleasure flooding in. I absolutely could not look down. The second I saw my dick buried in Shim Sona's small face—no, in that mouth that only ever spat poison at me—I knew I'd get even harder.
She'd said she'd get me off easy with technique... This was definitely the kind of technique you only saw in porn. Where the hell had a former child actor learned something like this. The bitch was a porn fiend, same as me. Had to be.
Then Shim Sona asked with her mouth still stuffed full of me. Even muffled, I knew exactly what she was saying.
"You haven't done this with Han Seoyeon, right?"
A question, but the tone was already certain. When she saw me—unable to get a word out, managing only a small nod—Shim Sona looked satisfied and swallowed me down again. To the throat, again. A wet gag broke out of her, and she didn't stop. Her mouth was small, so it gripped even tighter. A different weapon from Han Seoyeon, no question. Suction like a vacuum cleaner, and the endless drag of her tongue along the underside—bliss, plain and simple.
My body was already loose and heavy from the shower. With Shim Sona's mouth latched onto me on top of that, this was heaven and nothing else. The wet, deliberate slurps she seemed to be making on purpose did their share.
"Sleepy...?"
"No. I closed my eyes 'cause it feels too good..."
"Oh~ you're feeling it? On my mouth-pussy? Then why do you look sleepy to me?"
...Ah. The instant she swallowed me down again, her pace was something else. She rocked her whole head back and forth, fast, sucking until her cheeks caved in. At the same time a pale hand came up and grabbed a chest. Not hers. Mine. Out of nowhere she pinched my nipple and twisted it with a nail.
"Ah—ah! Hey...! Too fast!"
Was this bitch dumping every trick she'd seen in porn straight into the real thing? She'd picked up somewhere that a man feels it when you play with his chest, too. My dick jumped once more inside her mouth, and my hips bucked up off the blanket.
"I-I've got another moving job tomorrow... don't go so hard. I can't come."
I couldn't come. I'd learned that to the bone this morning. Come three times and then sleep, and the next day your lower half genuinely stops being yours.
Up until I opened my eyes and checked the time, I'd been fine. The afterglow of fucking and coming with Han Seoyeon all night was still on me, but at least my eyes had opened.
"Fuck, I'm late!"
The instant I tried to bolt upright in shock, though, nothing below my waist would listen, no matter how hard my head barked the order. In those few short minutes every kind of thought ran through me. This couldn't be for life, right. Did I seriously fuck my way into a busted lower half? Why wasn't any of this in a textbook. Somebody should've warned us that if you blow your load three times or more, you can't get up the next day.
Then, the moment strength finally crept back into my legs, the relief was real. Late or whatever, I was grateful first that the lower half my dick was attached to belonged to me again.
Anyway, the shock of it had been bad enough that a second time honestly scared me—all the more now, doing this on a body that hadn't even gotten a proper rest. But Shim Sona, who had no way of knowing, pulled her mouth off with a string of spit still stretching from the tip.
"Don't wanna. That's your problem, dumbass. Just come already."
Come? She's telling me to come? Like that was up to me. No matter how hot-blooded a male I was, I couldn't just hold the urge or spit it out on command.
"Ugh... hey... hey! That hurts!"
On top of that, she suddenly put her teeth on me. On purpose, no question. Tell me to come fast, then scrape the side of the head until it hurt, trying to kill the erection with pain. Work the urge up with nothing but her tongue, then refuse to let me actually finish.
"Ah..."
My dick shrank inside her mouth, and the pleasure snapped clean off. A teeth attack on a body already loose and exhausted, and that heavenly stimulation—wet throat clamped around me until my eyes had been sliding shut—was gone in an instant.
No wonder the guys in porn got dead serious and told the women not to use their teeth. Whether she knew that or not, Shim Sona just looked up at me with my dick clenched hard in her mouth. The look on her face still said she was the one on top.
"Hey...! What are you doing biting. It just hurts."
"Then take back what you said about my chest."
...What?? God. Did Shim Sona even know this feeling—dick standing at full mast, and your reason coming back ice-cold anyway.
...Right. So if I put the puzzle together: because of that one line from Han Seoyeon, that hers were bigger, my dick—licked by a tongue, clamped in a throat, rock hard this whole time—had in a single instant been reduced to a hostage.
"Han Seoyeon's tits are bigger. Take that back, and I'll let you come fast."
Yeah... that had probably been the point from the start. Make me unsay it.
"O-okay. You're prettier."
In the end, with my precious dick caught painfully in her teeth, I tucked my tail the way I used to in high school. Not because I was a Jjindda like back then. Shim Sona or not, sleep and exhaustion were rolling over me, and I just wanted to pass out.
"Pretty? That's obvious. I'm talking size."
But this bitch didn't know the word compromise. She cut down, razor-clean, my play of trying to buy her off with pretty.
"A nice shape is better... and I don't even have to come. I've got work tomorrow. I need to save my stamina."
She stopped. Mid-bite, Shim Sona looked down at her own chest. Just as I'd said, the shape really wasn't bad. Not big, but firm, the nipples flushed that pink you only ever saw in porn.
"...Really?"
But the instant her teeth let go, my mind shut off along with the semen surging out of me. No—I fell completely asleep. Being a beginner, she'd only registered the pain from her teeth, and hadn't noticed that in the meantime the urge to come had climbed all the way to the tip. All that faintly remained, right before I blacked out like a cut reel, was the feel of Shim Sona coughing and pulling her mouth away.
"Ah!! Fuck, it's fishy!"
Ah. I think I heard something like a scream, too.
When I opened my eyes the next day, not late, my legs thankfully moved. Looked like I'd dodged yesterday's accident, the one where my lower half stopped being mine. And of course Shim Sona was gone. All that was left was a wad of crumpled tissues piled on the table. She'd clearly spat a load of it into those and left. Probably dumped a stream of curses on me, too, for blacking out while I came.
"Thanks for the work!"
"Yeah. Baek Seogeom! See you next week."
And then. Nothing. So much so that a top idol and a ten-million-viewer actress spreading their pussies open in my studio felt like some insane dream I'd had for a minute.
Even so, tomorrow was the weekend. A weekend shift at the 24-Hour Convenience Store—the kind where you sleep like the dead all day and just clock in at night. So early that morning I made the rounds dropping off audition profiles and called it exercise, came home, and slept deep without even setting an alarm. I only got up once evening hit, headed in to the convenience store, and spent the whole night forcing my eyes open behind the counter.
Six in the morning. After I switched off with the morning part-timer, I climbed the stairs back to the studio with my eyes half shut. Wash up, then sleep. That was genuinely the only thought in my head.
"...What."
There was someone in front of the rundown door to my place. At first I took them for a drunk who'd keeled over after drinking themselves under—back to the wall, crouched, head hanging all the way down. But the moment I climbed a few more steps, a familiar color of hair peeking out from under a hat caught my eye.
"...How long have you been waiting?"
Nothing but a thin cardigan and a short skirt.
Cold enough to tell at a glance. It was Han Seoyeon.