#9 Scenario Day 10: Intern Training
Tremble!
Her body shuddered nonstop around the thing buried to the hilt inside her.
Every time I gripped her ass and snapped my hips forward, her juices gushed out, trickling down my shaft and dripping off in heavy beads.
Once pleasure had taken hold, her face twisted into something on the verge of tears—incredibly hot.
Squish, squish.
I clutched her dainty little ass like a handle and thrust my hips up.
Each time, my cock stretched her still-undeveloped pussy wider.
Her young, tight folds clenched greedily around my veiny, throbbing length.
Drip.
Her pussy juice flooded out like a burst dam.
Squish, squish.
"Haah! Ahng! Aheut! Haaaang…! Hang! Ahwk! Ha…! Ahng!"
I slid my thumb from her ass up to her gasping lips. Trained as she was, she started sucking it the moment it touched her mouth.
"Chup…, haa…, mm…, churp."
Watching her tiny lips wrap around my thumb and suck it so lewdly pushed me right to the edge.
Squelch.
Squelch.
Every plunge brought a filthy wet sound from her slickness, and the moment my climax crested, I hoisted her ass up.
I roughly set her aside on the couch and planted one foot on the cushion.
"Stick out your tongue."
Leaning back against the sofa, she obeyed instantly, extending her tiny cat-like tongue and gazing up at me.
She knew exactly what was coming.
Her mouth parted just enough, begging silently for my load inside.
Plop.
I rested my glans on her tongue and stroked my shaft.
"Eut…."
The instant I groaned in admiration, her eyes squeezed shut.
Spurt!
Spurt!
The thick, musky load splashed across her tongue, filling her mouth and streaking her face.
Glurk.
I milked out every last drop, stroking until I was spent.
Smiling contentedly at the semen coating her face, I stood and grabbed the fixed camera for a close-up POV shot.
"Wanna suck out the rest?"
I laid my half-dead cock across her lips, and she pursed them like she was savoring candy, nursing my glans.
"Churp…. Mm…."
Her mouth was already full, but she didn't care.
Blowjobs, at least, were coming along nicely.
"Good girl."
"……Hee…."
She smiled through the mess on her face, and my cock twitched back to life below.
"Mm…."
With her eyes closed, Maeng Soyul startled a bit at the sudden swell.
"Hoo…."
I exhaled the breath I'd held, gripped my shaft, and rubbed my glans across her cheek.
Only after wiping off the mix of cum and juices did I speak.
"You're getting really good at this, Soyul."
"……Thank you."
She opened her mouth, still holding my thick load inside.
"Show me? Looks so pretty."
"……Mm."
Her glossy little lips parted to reveal the pool of semen.
"Perfect."
Her hands folded demurely over her dress, mouth wide for the camera.
If I sold this, plenty of guys would bite.
Hell, I could make real porn and rake it in.
Too bad the law's a bitch.
"Swallow."
She closed her mouth, worked it a few times, and gulped it down.
Her head stayed tilted back, face still glazed.
With enough sessions like this, swallowing my cum would feel like basic common sense.
Even if she got a boyfriend someday.
"Time to wash up."
I ended the shoot and pulled her to her feet by the hand.
Stumble.
Her legs gave out immediately, and she toppled into me.
"Nng…."
The cum on her face smearing my chest wasn't ideal.
§
Day 5.
Her shaky legs yesterday meant I ended up washing her myself.
She crashed right after, so I lay beside her early, stroking her back until we both slept.
Swish.
Thanks to that, I woke at dawn.
I drew the curtains; the sky hung gray and heavy, ready to pour.
A fierce wind howled when I cracked the window.
"Hm."
I shut it and roused my languid body.
We'd both passed out naked after the wash.
Stamina management kept it to once or twice a day—for her sake, mostly, since she was new.
Slide.
I slipped back into bed and pulled the soundly sleeping Maeng Soyul into my arms.
Not lovers, but she clung to me tight all the same.
My scent and heartbeat, imprinted over days, lulled her into peace.
Immersion was at 100% last check before bed.
As long as we didn't stray too far from the scenario, I could experiment freely.
§
Maeng Soyul.
She woke to the rain pounding outside.
Pour!
Even in autumn, it hammered down hard enough to jolt her eyes open. Nam Siu was right there.
Eye contact made her heart race—embarrassing, shy.
"Awake?"
His gentle voice felt nice.
"Yes."
Then it hit her.
"Oh, I'll get breakfast ready."
Studying here was all thanks to his kindness.
Housework was her duty in return.
"Nah, it's fine. Skip breakfast—let's order something."
"Ah…, yes…."
Relief; she could stay in bed.
She stole glances at him.
His stubbled jaw begged to be touched.
Too rude, though—she just looked.
"What?"
"N-no…."
Caught, her face burned.
"Soyul, you ever think about a boyfriend?"
"……No…."
"Really? You're plenty pretty."
Pretty. Her heart fluttered; she hoped he wouldn't notice.
"Um…, and you, sunbae? A girlfriend…?"
"Me? Nah. This setup's fine. Who'd even like a guy like me~."
His laugh hid sadness.
"That…."
Me, if you'd have me. The words stuck in her throat.
No guy would want her, like he'd said.
"Oh, Soyul. Mind a small favor?"
"Yes? What?"
"My ex used to do it every morning, but nah, forget it. You're not my girlfriend; can't ask."
He waved it off; she shook her head.
"It's okay, sunbae. I'll do it. You've helped me so much."
He stroked her cheek, face tinged with worry.
"She'd wake me with a morning blowjob."
"Ah…, that…. Yes?"
It took a second; then the image hit, cheeks aflame.
"It's not studying or anything. Forget it."
"……."
Dating sunbae was a pipe dream for someone like her.
But she wanted to.
If it made him happy.
"It's fine. I can do it."
He'd taken her first everything.
"You've only helped me. Let me return the favor."
More words than usual—dead serious.
Day 5.
No studying needed; just making him happy was etched in her heart.
Rustle.
"Sorry. You're not even my girlfriend."
His words stung her chest.
"It's okay."
"Then… thanks. Sorry."
"Yes."
If it made him glad.
With that thought, she slipped under the covers.
Just like he'd taught her first time, she crawled between his legs.
The limp cock, balls, pubic hair.
It'd looked grotesque at first, sure.
"Cute, right?"
He grabbed and waggled it; she giggled.
"Kuk."
Childlike. If anyone else did that, she'd cringe in disgust.
"Yes, cute."
Amazing—watching the soft thing flop around felt… adorable.
Maeng Soyul gripped his flaccid shaft as taught.
Her pale, delicate hand wrapped the length; she brought her mouth to the glans.
Even soft, it was too big to take fully.
"Chup…. Mm…."
Sucking the tip, tongue teasing the slit—it swelled in her mouth.
"Oh…, good. You're a natural."
His hand stroked her hair; the touch soothed her.
"Wish I had a girlfriend like you."
"……."
No reply, but inwardly:
'If you were my boyfriend, I'd do this every morning….'
Too shy to say it aloud.