Tell Me, Master
"Tell me, Master."
The moment I opened the battered front door, cold dawn air shoved its way into the studio. Han Seoyeon hunched in on herself and hurried inside, as if she had been waiting for the door to give.
No. She hadn't been cold at all.
Her heels were barely off before she peeled the cardigan away like a shed skin and flung it aside. Still in nothing but a thin camisole, she closed the distance and shoved me toward the bed.
"Hey—hey! Hold on a second..."
That wasn't all. In the next breath she was on top of me.
"Hold on for what? Where do we start? Want me to suck you? Beg? Or should I just spread?"
The words came out rushed. Bare thighs clamped around my hips and pinned me there, and she yanked what was left of that thin camisole up over her head and threw it aside.
Look as many times as I liked, they were a C-cup at the very least. The nipples were large and dark—a volume, a whole view, on another plane entirely from Shim Sona's chest. Han Seoyeon rolled her ass back and forth on purpose, leaned in, and whispered at my ear again.
"Tell me, Master."
Master.
A title that had no business sticking to me for the rest of my life had just come out of someone's mouth. And not just anyone's—my junior's. Han Seoyeon, center of the top idol group Roséna.
Fuck. All she'd done was change what she called me, and the hit was this vicious.
My whole body knew I'd pulled an all-nighter. My eyelids dragged, my lower back ached, and my head was packed with fog. And still I had to wonder whether a human body was even allowed to come back online this selectively.
In that instant every scene I'd ever jerked off to tore through my head. I'd watched them sunk in deep, and even then I'd doubted a woman who actually did those things could exist. But Han Seoyeon had been the same way out by the entryway. What had she said just now? That she would do whatever I wanted.
Then...
"...There's something I've been wanting to try."
At those careful words, Han Seoyeon—who had finally shoved me flat on my back—lit up, big eyes glittering. Not that the front of my pants had any dryness left to defend. Her soaked panties were grinding down on my cock in firm little presses, and the fly had long since gone wet with some nameless fluid of hers.
"What?"
She leaned farther forward. Her breasts dropped right in front of my face and cut off the view, swollen nipples close enough to brush the tip of my nose.
"If it's not begging and it's not sucking, then what—hitting? Talking dirty? Or... something even weirder?"
...Something weirder.
Her chest blocked my view, so I couldn't see her face, but her voice had definitely climbed a note. That wasn't displeasure. That was expectation. Sure enough, rivalry aside, Han Seoyeon really was a female starved for a man.
I swallowed. Once. Then I found the nerve. A beginner male's sexual fantasies are as obvious as they are endless.
"I want to suck..."
Han Seoyeon froze and held her breath. Even the sway of her breasts stopped a beat late, the motion dying after the rest of her.
"Suck where? Say it straight. What do you want to suck?"
Down below, her underwear—soaked through—was plastered tight against the shaft trying to shove its way out past my fly. Even through the fabric I could feel the flesh of her pussy sealed to the head, rubbing.
Fully hard, a male trying to drag a sex fantasy into the real world, and a female promising she'd do anything while pressing him for the specifics. Caught between the psychological hit and the heat off her chest, my mouth opened before I could stop it.
"Your pussy."
At that blunt pitch, Han Seoyeon's body locked up again. She'd held the lead the whole time, telling me to just lie there, so being told out of nowhere to offer her pussy up to be licked was plenty of reason to short-circuit.
"You're sitting on top either way. It's the same."
"...My pussy?"
"Yeah. Ahem... I mean... they were eating pussy all through the porn. I got curious what it tastes like."
The excuse-shaped persuasion passed. For what felt like five seconds she hesitated, eyes rolling, and then she rose on her own. She pushed the pleated skirt and the black lace underwear down together and turned herself over, awkward about it.
"I've never had anyone lick me before... You pervert, sunbae."
Her face had gone a little red. Even so, she crawled up on those pale thighs and mounted my face. She didn't say a word, but the weight alone was permission.
I had about a second to be moved by that.
"...Don't stare at it like that."
Pink flesh split wide over my face, and the clear fluid pooled inside stretched into threads and broke. I stared, mind blank. C-cup breasts. A narrow waist. A pussy soaked through with arousal. A male flat on his back, looking up—the angle was practically a frame out of porn.
No. Right now, it was real.
"Then I'll suck your cock too. I've got to make Master feel good."
Her C-cups were crushed against my stomach and spread to either side, and under them Han Seoyeon's face was aimed at my cock. Close enough that if I so much as breathed out, her wetness would touch my lips and my chin.
Was this what they called sixty-nine in porn? The male licking the female's pussy while she sucked his cock. Both of us, of course, were beginners.
"Up close it looks even bigge—ugh."
The moment she got it out, my cock sprang free and her nose met it head-on. Still. At least she hadn't bitten down with bad intentions the way Shim Sona had. That counted for something.
"It tastes salty..."
Clumsy as she was, watching her carefully lick her way down the head, I could tell she meant it. And then it came back to me—I'd only clocked out after finishing the dawn cleanup of the display racks at the 24-Hour Convenience Store. Salty almost certainly meant sweat. Afraid she'd pull her mouth off and call me dirty, I quit savoring it and put my tongue out first, fast.
Slurp.
I licked, too.
In the porn everyone groaned out loud about how good it tasted, how incredible it was. My honest review was something fishy cut with a sour fluid. But maybe because she was an idol who actually took care of herself, it wasn't foul. There was a strange sweetness to it—an addictive taste that made me keep sucking.
The sex-review posts all said eating pussy was only good for the woman, that males didn't get much out of it. Another lie. Hot pubic hair and a hot pussy sealed to the tip of my nose, and every time my tongue parted that flesh her thighs clamped my face... somehow the pleasure hit harder than whatever was happening to my cock.
"Hahh...! Nnh, aaahn!!"
A top idol, in a miserable little studio, dying of pleasure on an orphan's mouth. The thought of it left the pit of my stomach hot, and aching.
Lap. Lap.
"Hnn...!"
So I licked harder, exploring every corner. I spread the wing-like folds. I sucked at the inner ridges. At the end I set a fast rhythm with my tongue over the spot they call the clitoris, and a small, hard bead caught against it.
"...Hnn, haah... what is this..."
Maybe it was because getting licked was a first for her. Maybe being eaten out is simply too much stimulation for a woman to begin with. Every time my tongue flicked fast, up and down, she shook harder, and my cheek—trapped against her thigh—got mashed and jolted right along with her.
Maybe that was why.
"Mmph, slrrp... haah..."
Even when she clumsily grabbed my cock and sucked, she couldn't seem to hold her focus, wrecked by the sensation climbing out of her own pussy. Han Seoyeon's mouth was definitely a cut below Shim Sona's. She probably hadn't meant to, but her teeth kept catching—it hurt—and the rhythm was a wreck. And yet, from the rush of getting eaten out underneath, she drooled in a steady spill. That hot spit ran down over my cock and ended up doing the work of lube.
"Nnngh..."
With my mouth sealed to her pussy the moan went nowhere, but the stimulation was unmistakably new. A slippery tongue, teeth closing around me—it hurt, and it tickled.
"Haah...! I-it feels weird..."
That only spurred me. I caught the flesh of her pussy between my lips and sucked faster, and Han Seoyeon's narrow waist jackknifed once, hard. Her mouth came all the way off my cock. She pushed her breasts up with the rest of her.
"W-wait... I'm—something's—aah! S-stop!!"
I hadn't even been at it a few minutes, and she already seemed right on the edge of orgasm. It was the same scene from the porn, the woman shoving at the man's head and telling him that was enough. Except the women in those videos, even while they made all that noise, only pressed in closer.
"Hnn...! Off—get off, I said, I feel weird...!!!"
Just like Han Seoyeon now. Her mouth was shouting for me to pull away, but the flesh settled over my face left no gap to escape through. The problem was that I couldn't answer, either. My face was buried in her pussy and my mouth was stopped. Even when I tried to draw my tongue back, the strength in her thighs felt like it had fixed my mouth in place.
I was just about to mumble something when it hit.
"Haaaaaah...!!"
Fuck. Too late.
Han Seoyeon's waist shuddered, hard, for a single instant—and then the movement stopped. Right after, thick fluid poured out of her pussy. This was no modest trickle of slick. The volume was closer to piss.
"Ha... haaahn... haaah."
The way a male shoots his cum. So that had been a climax.
"Mmph..."
Which left me soaked, nose to chin, in some juice I couldn't name. Breathing meant opening my mouth, and the whole of it was buried against her pussy, so the fluid went down my throat in helpless gulps before I understood what was happening. Briny. Sour. I hadn't meant to swallow it. It got swallowed anyway.
"...Ah!!!"
Only then did Han Seoyeon, still panting above me, register the state she was in. That she had squirted, square and dead-on, across the face of the man lying under her.