#11 Scenario - The Grading Scale
Since she wasn't used to this kind of caressing, whenever she focused on rolling her tongue, the hand fondling my balls would slow down.
"Slurp..., mm...."
With the sisters on either side lavishing attention on me, even their slightly clumsy efforts sent waves of stimulation through me.
I stroked their heads while gazing down at them.
"Slurp..., mm...."
Woo Da-hee rolled her tongue over my nipple, stimulating it, then lifted only her eyes to meet mine as she sensed my gaze.
Woo Da-young beside her looked up at me too, capturing my nipple between her lips.
The intense sensation nearly made me cum right then.
"Hmmm...."
Suppressing the overwhelming urge to ejaculate for the sake of the scenario, I spoke up.
"That's enough."
Their tongues and hands came to a halt.
"Hoo."
I furrowed my brow as if dissatisfied and sat up slightly.
"......"
The heavy atmosphere made their pupils tremble wildly, which only turned me on more.
"If you keep going like this, you'll never pass. Do you want to get demoted?"
"......No."
Woo Da-hee, who had always been praised, was now trembling in her voice after facing demotion threats twice recently—and now a third failure loomed.
I turned my gaze to Woo Da-young this time.
"Da-young, you want to raise your rank to get married, right?"
"Yes......"
"Sigh.... At this rate, you won't pass this time either."
It was tough to endure when their ultimate goal of climbing the ranks was being thrown back in their faces.
I scratched my forehead and glanced at Maeng Soyul, who had been scoring them beside me.
"Soyul. Same theme: the perfect wife providing bedtime service for her weary husband after a long day. Would you mind demonstrating?"
Maeng Soyul.
"Soyul. Same theme: the perfect wife providing bedtime service for her weary husband after a long day. Would you mind demonstrating?"
Maeng Soyul's heart began pounding rapidly as she calmly jotted down scores.
Her first day on the job, her first evaluation.
This would determine her standing even among the 'Special' ranks.
The man before her was at the pinnacle, even among 'Special' grades.
Gaining his approval meant she was exceptional, even in 'Special'.
And now, in that state, she was handed the test.
"Yes, I can do it."
Her hands trembled from nerves, but she didn't want to miss this chance.
She set down her clipboard and removed her suit jacket, hanging it aside.
Once her clothes were neatened and she stood before the bed, her mentor Nam Siu spoke to the sisters.
"Watch closely. This is the level you need to reach 'Special'. Learn from this, and even if you're struggling now, you can climb to 'Excellent' in no time."
His words weighed heavily on her shoulders. But she had confidence.
She hadn't earned 'Special' for nothing.
She remembered the 10-day training camp to secure her rank.
She couldn't recall exactly who or when, but the lessons were firmly etched in her mind.
"Then I'll begin."
"Please do."
With a composed expression, Maeng Soyul unbuttoned her shirt in one swift motion, shedding it along with her bra to bare her upper body.
Her figure might not match the sisters', but her modestly perky breasts suited her petite frame perfectly.
In that state, she crawled on her knees between Nam Siu's legs.
She stroked his thighs to relax him, gently parting his legs.
Then, massaging his ankles with her fingers, she took his big toe into her small, pink lips.
"Slurp.... Suck...."
Occasionally darting her tongue between his toes while kneading his ankle, she moved her hands down to his calves, ensuring every muscle loosened thoroughly.
She glanced sideways to see the sisters swallowing hard as they watched.
Turning her gaze back to her mentor, she extended her tongue and licked up his calf.
At the same time, her delicate fingers, which had been kneading the inner thigh, wrapped softly around his already swelling, massive cock.
It was too thick for one hand to fully encircle.
Even so, she caressed the shaft while leaving trails of her tongue everywhere.
"Slurp...."
When her lips bit firmly into the inner thigh, she felt his body shudder.
He was definitely feeling it.
She lifted his heavy thigh slightly, licking between his balls and thigh, then slowly raised her hips.
Following her touch, Nam Siu lifted his hips a bit.
"Kiss.... Kiss...."
She planted affectionate kisses around his anus while kneading his thighs vigorously.
"Hmmm."
A pleasurable groan escaped him.
As her hands spread his cheeks, his usually neglected hole came into view.
Maeng Soyul licked casually from the base of his anus up to the end of his balls.
"Slurp...."
She nibbled his balls lightly, sucking them like ripe fruit, then went back down, rolling her tongue around the rim to gauge his reactions.
Nam Siu's gaze was fixed on her.
The smile on his lips confirmed he was thoroughly pleased with her service.
Emboldened, she licked his anus again, then reached up to clasp his hand.
Intertwining fingers, she buried her nose against his ass, pressing her hot breath and tongue firmly against his hole and rim.
"Suck.... Slurp.... Kiss.... Haaah...."
The heavy pressure of his thigh pressing down as she licked.
Each stroke carried more force—he was definitely into it.
As her jaw began to ache, she rose, and Nam Siu looked slightly disappointed.
She climbed softly onto his belly, pressing her pussy lightly against his shaft.
His prominent cock rubbed between her folds, wetting her previously dry entrance.
"Heut...."
The bulging shaft pressed into her inexperienced pussy, filling it just right.
"Haa.... Heut...."
She was supposed to please him, but instead, electric pleasure shot up her spine.
Half-lidded eyes, she rocked her hips back and forth.
Her juices coated the shaft trapped between her folds.
The room filled with lewd breaths and a thick, erotic air.
Squelch, squelch.
No penetration yet, but her hips trembled quickly.
"Haaaah.... Ahhh...."
Once ignited, her tight pussy gushed endlessly.
Like a burst dam, her fluids slickened everything, and soon Maeng Soyul swept her short bob hair aside and gripped his cock.
Squelch.
The flared head of his erect cock parted her narrow entrance, filling her.
Even just the tip made her feel utterly stuffed due to his size.
"Haaah...."
But she couldn't stop. She needed his approval. She couldn't miss this chance.
With only the head inside, she wiggled her hips gently.
But it wasn't as easy as she'd thought.
Each twist pressed the head heavily and softly against her inner walls, forcibly stretching and stimulating her depths.
"Haaang! Aaang...! Heut!"
Grabbing his waist firmly, she began bouncing her hips up and down in earnest.
Squelch squelch.
Not even fully inserted—just half—and her vision blurred dizzily.
Doing this every day with him would wear her out in no time.
Squelch.
Driven by her desire for recognition, Maeng Soyul sweated profusely, shaking her hips relentlessly.
Her lewd display brought a pleased smile to his face.
"Haaaang! Heut! Haaah.... Aang!"
Watching her, Nam Siu reached out, pinching her perky nipple and tugging lightly.
Overwhelmed by the fullness below, the new stimulation made her tremble involuntarily.
Drip.
A flood of her juices leaked from where they joined.
"Haa..., haa...."
She nearly blacked out for a moment.
Brushing sweat-matted hair from her cheek, she swirled her hips.
"Aaang..., heut..., haaah...."
Her thighs quivered, chills racing up her spine.
She teetered on the edge multiple times but bit her lower lip, enduring to milk his cum.
Squelch, squelch.
Like urinating, she lifted her hips to readjust, then lowered her upper body against his chest, clenching and shaking her ass.
Squelch.
"Aaang! Heut! Haaah! Haa...! Heut!"
Even stifling it, the deep pounding drew moans automatically.
Smooth.
His hand gently pressed her lowered head, snapping her back—his nipple right before her eyes.
Gripping his shoulders, she licked his nipple.
Meanwhile, she rocked her hips, taking his cock to the hilt.
Twitch.
The longer in this position, the more her muscles screamed, sweat pouring like rain—but she couldn't stop.
Her craving for approval and the throbbing pleasure below drove her.
"Haaah! Heut! Haang! Ang! Heut!"
At this rate, she'd collapse first.
"Ngh...."
Just as she neared breaking, he groaned and sat up.
Thud.
Maeng Soyul fell back.
He mounted her, rapidly stroking his cock before her face.
The musky scent that oddly quickened her heart parted her lips, tongue peeking out.
Coated in her own juices, it didn't feel dirty at all.
"I'm gonna cum."
"Haa...."
Hot semen splashed across her face in an instant.
Spurt!
His massive cock pulsed, semen blanketing her tiny face.
It burned hot against her skin.
His scent invaded her nostrils.
Poke.
"Haa."
His satisfied sigh.
Simultaneously, he prodded her cheeks with his glans, squeezing out the remnants.
The shaft brushing her lips made her instinctively open wide and suck the head.
Eyes glued shut by the cum covering her face, she relied on sensation alone, sucking his cock and savoring the remaining load.
Smooth.
A thick male hand rested on her sucking head.
Gently stroking her hair, his voice came.
"Good work. As expected, you nailed it."
His praise cooled even the sweat from her brow.
Feeling his softening cock in her mouth, she sucked harder.
"Slurrrp.... Hmmm...."
"See that? This is the standard. Da-young, you're only 'Fair' grade, so I don't expect this from you, but......"
He continued explaining, but she didn't stop.
"Perfect, Soyul. Want to wipe your face and clean up?"
"Suck.... Yes...."
Her jaw muscles ached, but it was bearable. His praise overshadowed the strain with pure bliss.
She wiped the semen with a towel, washed her face in the bathroom sink, and returned.
Dressing with a satisfied expression, she approached; he smiled back.
The watching sisters looked awestruck too.
"Great. Now, our final morning consultation. Soyul, get ready."