#11 Scenario: The Cow-Horse-Beauty-Sheep Family
I stroked Woo Da-hee's head as she chewed my semen, her eyes still moist.
"You can swallow now."
At my command, she squeezed her eyes shut, savored the taste, and gulped it down.
The elegant curve of her throat as it moved sent another twitch straight to my cock.
Throb.
I grabbed the now rock-hard shaft and tapped it lightly against her cheek.
She looked puzzled at first, but the feel of its rigid firmness made her turn her head softly and press a kiss to the length.
"Did it feel good?"
I nodded with a satisfied smile for Woo Da-hee.
"One last suck with your mouth. It got a little dirty coming out of our Da-hee."
"Hng~. You shouldn't say it like that to your wife~."
Woo Da-hee smiled, wrapping her long, slender fingers gently around the base and tugging it closer before taking the glans between her lips.
"Haa..., chureup...."
She blew a hot puff of breath to steady herself.
The ache throbbed deep, but the warm, slick glide of her tongue from below made my body shudder.
"Huu~."
I lifted the corner of my mouth in a pleased grin.
"Good work, everyone."
At the words signaling the end, she glanced up again while sucking my cock, as if checking.
Lifting her head and releasing it, she seemed worried it might affect her score.
"It's really over. No need to worry."
With my firm reassurance, she slowly drew my cock from her mouth.
"Chup...."
A string of saliva dangled from the tip before snapping off.
Woo Da-hee wiped it away with her finger and looked up at me, her eyes brimming with anticipation.
She was probably hoping for a high score.
Ignoring her gaze, I turned to Choi Hyeok this time.
He sat in the chair, pants off.
Already spent, it hung limp.
Not something you saw every day outside a bathhouse, and it stirred a faint aversion.
Next time, gotta be more careful with these story setups.
With that thought, I glanced at Maeng Soyul.
She was scoring with her usual stoic expression.
Even in a scenario, her workaholic side never faded.
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Next up were Woo Da-young and Kim Woo-hyun.
This one hit different. The previous pair had been more distant acquaintances before, but these two? Longtime friends. My heart pounded harder.
"Short break, then we'll proceed with Woo Da-young's exam."
I needed recovery time too, so I headed to the bathroom.
Shhh...
After a quick shower, I changed and checked the footage of Woo Da-hee.
"Looks good. Shot well, right?"
As I watched, Maeng Soyul peered over my shoulder with a serious gaze.
"Yeah, came out nice."
Choi Hyeok sat in the corner of the frame, with me and Woo Da-hee front and center.
Classic NTR setup straight out of porn.
If you could sell stuff like this in Korea, it'd rake in cash.
I did a quick rough edit, then geared up for the next one.
"Woo Da-young, Kim Woo-hyun—exam starting."
At Maeng Soyul's cue, Woo Da-young and Kim Woo-hyun entered the master bedroom.
She looked way more tense than her sister.
"You know the theme is wise wife and loving mother, right?"
"Y-yes...."
Her voice betrayed the nerves now that it was go-time.
I perched silently on the bed's edge, watching them.
Just staring made them both swallow hard.
I'd seen them together plenty, but today felt off.
Truth be told, a smug sense of superiority washed over me.
"Good."
I shoved the damp thrill aside for a moment.
"Woo Da-young, the roleplay for Kim Woo-hyun is this: I'm the friend who stole his girlfriend—you—from him."
They mulled it over, picturing the scene.
"Easiest way: We've been close friends forever, but you dumped Kim Woo-hyun and started dating me."
They exchanged glances and nodded.
Could turn this play into a full scenario someday. Why not sample it now?
Already buzzing—my cock stirred.
"Soyul, camera check."
"Got it!"
Same angle as before.
Her OK sign, I nodded, and we dove in.
"You cool dating me instead of Woo-hyun?"
I led the line. Woo Da-young took a deep breath and fired back.
"Ung, 'cause now I like you."
Even acting, my pulse raced.
Seven years as friends—no womanly thoughts—but today, her casual perch screamed sexy.
"Yeah? C'mere then. Why you sitting way over there."
"Ah, okay."
She approached me on the bed, still suited up.
I snatched her hand, yanked her down beside me.
Arm naturally over her shoulder—hand brushing her breast.
"Thanks for saying yes to my confession."
Subtle squeeze on her tit mid-line, and she went rigid.
"O-of course. We're dating 'cause I like you."
She nailed her line. I gripped harder.
"Hut...."
Ragged breath escaped. I'd slipped her a subtle hypnosis hint: her boyfriend Kim Woo-hyun right there watching.
But the theme? Betray him for me.
"Woo-hyun was kinda over the top anyway. Right?"
"......"
Didn't spell out his faults.
"But thanks for picking me."
Kneading her breast, inching closer—her eyes wavered.
Gaze flicked to Kim Woo-hyun up front, back to me.
Staring right at me, she shut her eyes tight.
I covered her lips with mine, slow and teasing, just lips at first.
"Chup...."
Keep kneading, keep kissing. Nothing more.
Lips met, tongue tip out—slight pushback, then she parted.
Slid in; her lips pursed, wrapping my tongue.
"Chup...."
Her breaths grew rougher.
Hot puffs hit my nostrils.
Hand slid down from breast, into her skirt, tugging her shirt free.
She clutched my hand at her belly.
No real force behind it, though.
"Little resistance, huh? Woo-hyun on your mind? But we're broken up now."
Even roleplay—"broken up" made her flinch.
"Your boyfriend's me now."
"Ah..., got it......"
Her eyes kept darting to Kim Woo-hyun.
And to Maeng Soyul beside him.
Maeng Soyul scored impassively, so Woo Da-young squeezed her eyes shut and pushed on.
"I was Woo-hyun's friend too....... But I'm ditching everything for you."
"Sorry..., just keeps bugging me."
"Don't sweat it—I get it."
I undid her shirt buttons, one by one.
Feet off the bed, I lay back as it fell open.
Bra peeked through.
Hand behind, unhooked—her pale, full breasts spilled free.
"Hut."
Grabbed one; she winced, moaning.
Lazily dragged my tongue up her nape.
Sweet fruit scent wafted over.
Her usual lotion.
"Chup...."
Sloppy cling to her neck, licking away. She flailed at first, lost, then hugged my head tight once she adjusted.
"Tilt your neck more."
She arched it up.
Worked her neck relentlessly, stripping her clothes off piece by piece.
Gazing down at her bare upper body.
"So pretty."
"......Embarrassing......"
"Oh yeah—you said you always did it lights-off with Woo-hyun."
"Ung."
Hand down, kneading her tits. Like plunging into marshmallows—plush and yielding.
Soft, molding to my grip when squeezed.
"Huuut..., haa...."
Fingered her stiff nipple; her face flushed, collarbone blooming pink with shame.
Hovered over her, latched on like a baby.
"Churup..., haa...."
Hot breaths on her sensitive skin, nibbled the nipple—not too hard.
"Haa-ut!"
But her body, hypersensitive today, reacted instantly.