The Drunken Confession
After receiving Yerim’s drunken text, I ducked into the men’s restroom, where she opened a stall door and beckoned me inside. "No, what are you doing!" I whispered, trying to stop her, but Yerim’s eyes were hazy and unfocused from the alcohol. She shoved me toward the toilet, crouched down by the door, and pulled down my sweatpants. As soon as my cock was exposed, she opened her mouth wide and took it in. "Yerim, my sister went for a smoke—finish it before she gets back." At that, Yerim hiked up her crop top. Revealing breasts that looked as soft as marshmallows only made my erection angle even steeper. Her head bobbed up and down, sucking on the tip of my member, her tongue flicking against the slit of my urethra. Every time she did, her shapely, heavy breasts swayed back and forth. I couldn't hold back; I shoved my hand inside her black lace bra. As I squeezed, Yerim let out a sharp, breathless gasp. The thin, warm air from her nose tickled my pubic hair. A moan leaked from her mouth, which was currently pinned by my cock. With one hand, she gripped and stroked my shaft, while the other hand slid into her leggings to rub her own pussy. "Oppa... just tasting you makes me wet..." Her whisper made my cock twitch again. I felt like I was going to cum if she kept stroking me like that. Inside Yerim’s mouth...
Just then, the restroom door creaked open. Yerim’s body stiffened the moment someone entered. But I was frustrated. I was right on the verge of finishing—why did she have to stop moving? I pinched her nipple with my fingernails, and she winced, her eyes welling up with tears as if she were about to cry. "Move," I mouthed. Yerim hesitated. I pinched her again, and she twisted her body in pain. Instead of moving her head, she kissed the tip of my cock without a sound. The color of her lipstick stained the head—a deep, vibrant red. Like a crimson seal, the lipstick marks were stamped repeatedly over my engorged, pulsing veins. I was satisfied with the cock-kissing, savoring the sensation on my glans. Whenever her lips felt dry, she’d moisten them with her tongue and stamp me again with her lipstick. By the time the person left, Yerim looked up at me from below, smiling bashfully with tear-filled eyes. Her lipstick was smudged around her mouth, her eyes and lips loose and slack in a way that was obscenely erotic. Her lips were glistening. The urge to ejaculate surged.
"Suck it with your lips." Yerim obediently took my cock back into her mouth. She pursed her lips and sucked like a vacuum cleaner. When she pulled back, she used her entire mouth and the rougher textures inside to draw it out, and when she took it back in, she used only her lips to slide down softly. It felt like the sensitivity of my glans was spreading throughout my entire shaft. "Augh, it’s coming..." I couldn't even say I was going to cum for fear of being heard outside, so I just let it go inside her mouth. When I thrust deep and finished, my semen shot out forcefully, filling her mouth to the brim. "Open up and show me." As I pulled up my pants, I commanded her, and Yerim opened her mouth wide. A thick, white, cloudy fluid was mixing with her saliva, turning into a viscous mess. "Swallow." Yerim closed her mouth and gulped the semen down her throat. Then, she opened her mouth again to show me her clean, bright-red mouth. Her tongue darted around inside like she was brushing her teeth, cleaning up the remaining semen. I wanted to grab her hair and give her a deep-throat session until she cried, but there was no time. "Let's go." I opened the door and walked out without caring about anyone else's gaze. A few people looked our way. If they were observant, they might have noticed Yerim’s lipstick was completely wiped off, but they would never guess that a girl who looked like a refined lady had just been used like a toilet in the men's room.
Yeongseon-nuna was sitting in the same spot where the boss had collapsed yesterday. "Ugh- Kangmin-ah. Nuna paid the bill already-" "No, why did you drink so much? You usually hold your liquor well, why are you like this today?" I reached under her armpits and pulled her up; she came up easily. Maybe it was because of her height, but she didn't even drag on the ground. I made her drape her arms around my neck and headed toward her studio apartment. Yerim followed alongside, helping by holding onto her arm. Nuna was completely wasted, speaking in a slurred voice. "Kangmin-ah, Nuna is soaking wet~?" Good grief, what is this woman saying! I struggled, practically dragging her along. It was driving me insane, especially when she kept nibbling on my neck and ears along the way. We barely made it to her front door, and after I punched in the passcode, she passed out cold. I opened the door and tossed Yeongseon-nuna onto the bed. "Yerim, can you help me take off Nuna’s leggings?" But Yerim ignored me and clung to me instead. She tangled herself around me, kissing my neck, my cheeks, and my lips. Our tongues tangled for a long time before we broke apart. As we kissed, I kept glancing over to see if Yeongseon-nuna would wake up, and Yerim looked at me with the expression of a rain-soaked puppy. "Oppa, did you really kiss Yeongseon-unnie yesterday? Why don't you kiss me unless we're having sex?"
Ugh, that. I guess I’m just not mentally prepared yet. Sex and kissing are a bit different, aren't they? Just the thought of kissing Yerim on the street makes me feel shy. I’d rather force her into sex; I don't mind teasing her until she cries, but holding hands or going on dates... just imagining it makes my chest feel ticklish. Kissing, too. "...You're mean. You only ever hurt me, only ever treat me roughly..." Yerim clung to me even tighter. She must be drunk too! Help me! "I want you to... treat me gently, too..." Ugh. What is this? Do succubi have tastes like that, too? It’s not just perverted play they like? But after saying that, Yerim slumped onto the floor. Ah, this is a disaster. What do I really do? The distance between Yeongseon-nuna’s place and mine is a 15-minute walk... and since you have to go through the back alleys, you’d never catch a taxi. My head went blank at the thought of dragging Yerim along. Plus, my own condition was a problem. I’d had quite a bit to drink, so my body wasn't moving the way I wanted it to. I was even yawning. Damn it, there’s no other way. I poked the sleeping Yeongseon-nuna. "Nuna, can we sleep over at your place?" "Mm... yeah..." Great! I got permission! Because of the alcohol, neither Nuna nor I were in our right minds. I can just smooth it over tomorrow by saying Nuna told us to stay! I dragged Yerim into the dressing room and laid her on the floor. If there was a blanket, it had to be around here somewhere. I opened the wardrobe and found a guest futon. Great! I spread it out and laid Yerim down. But suddenly, she reached out and wrapped her arms around my neck. Then she whispered sweetly into my ear. "Kangmin-oppa, why did you tell Yeongseon-unnie that I was your cousin?" "Well, I couldn't exactly say I was giving the clothes to my girlfriend!" "Really? You didn't reveal that you're living with me? You were acting like you didn't have a girlfriend so you could get somewhere with Yeongseon-unnie, weren't you?"
That’s absolutely not true! But if you asked if that thought hadn't crossed my mind even 1%, that would be a different matter. When I hesitated to answer, Yerim nibbled on my earlobe. "Oppa... it’s fine if you have sex with Yeongseon-unnie... but don't cum. My semen is all mine... you have to cum only inside me. If you ejaculate inside Yeongseon-unnie, I’ll really hate you. You don't even let me hold hands with other men, yet you’re out here having all the fun for yourself." How is it possible to have sex without cumming! And I’m not going to have sex with Yeongseon-nuna anyway! But Yerim wouldn't listen. "Oppa, I’ll let you do it with Yeongseon-unnie’s body later, not in a dream, but in reality. Don't kiss Yeongseon-unnie, either. Got it-?" I tried to break free from the drunken Yerim, but she had no intention of letting me go. Instead, she went a step further and whispered in my ear. "Cousin-oppa. I want to have sex with you." Damn it, do you think that’s possible with Yeongseon-nuna sleeping in the next room? But Yerim licked the shell of my ear, blew sweet breath into it, and poked the inside of my ear with her tongue. A faint light from the streetlamp leaked through the window. Under that light, Yerim’s body as she stripped off her leggings and crop top looked truly lewd. Her H-cup breasts, her wide hips that looked like they would squeeze me tight. And when she took off her panties, her clean, hairless pussy was revealed. Yerim spread her legs into an M-shape and begged in my ear. "Oppa... you know I ran away from home. I have nowhere else to go but your place. Please don't kick me out... you can use my body however you want, just let me sleep here." She was seducing me using the 'runaway cousin' concept I had made up. The drunken Yerim was putting on a pretty good act. It actually felt like I had a cousin. Unable to resist the temptation, I threw off my sweatpants and underwear at the same time. I wanted to thrust into her pussy and ejaculate inside her immediately. Because of the foreplay at the bar earlier, Yerim’s slit was still soaking wet. Even in the dim light, I could see it glistening. But the moment I brought the tip of my cock to her pussy, Yerim shook her head and pulled her hips back. I looked at her, puzzled. She said she wanted to do it, so why was she acting like this? Then, turning her head away, she muttered as if embarrassed. "Kangmin-oppa... not the pussy. That would really be incest. So, not the pussy... please, fuck me in the ass..." More blood rushed to my cock, turning it as hard as stone.