The Morning After and the Neighbors
Having been pinned beneath me for nearly thirty minutes, Charles seemed exhausted. Oh dear, I felt bad. "Ah, sorry, let me change positions." I shifted my weight, guided Charles’s legs apart, and moved between them. His expression softened, looking much more comfortable. It was a standard missionary position, but without the weight I’d felt during the CAT position, it was far better. Plus, I could move my hips as much as I wanted.
"Haa, hah, ahhh--♥♥♥"
Squish, squish-squish!
Lewd sounds echoed from where we were joined. When our movements had been restricted earlier, there was hardly a sound, but once I started moving my hips, it became impossible to hide. The excess pre-cum and the semen I’d already released mixed together, creating a frothy lather inside him.
"Oppa, the sound... the sound is so embarrassing♥♥ Please, move a little slower♥"
"But the sound is sexy and nice, isn't it?"
Trying to hide his shyness, Charles leaned in and showered me with kisses. My head was spinning from the intense lovemaking that had been going on since the morning. His pussy was still gripping my cock tightly. I thrust my hips harder and asked, "Charles, did you like that position from before? Or do you like it like this, with me thrusting into you so intensely?"
Charles, who had been letting out intermittent moans, wrapped his legs tightly around my body and replied, "It felt better before, but... this is more exciting. If it feels good for you, Oppa, then I’m happy too---♥♥♥"
As he said that, he skillfully tightened his legs in rhythm with my hip movements. The sensation of his inner flesh moving rhythmically brought on a second wave of climax. I tried to hold it back as long as I could, biting down gently on his earlobe. *I have to wait until Charles finishes first!* To make him feel even more, I poked the inside of his ear with my tongue, and his waist arched like a snake.
"Ah, ahh, ahhhh♥♥♥"
He trembled violently, as if it were his first time experiencing ear stimulation. Every time I poked the inside of his ear with my tongue, his pussy would clench tight. His reaction was adorable.
"Ah, Oppa♥ I love it when you poke inside my ear♥♥♥ It feels like you’re teasing me in my head and in my pussy at the same time---♥♥♥♥"
Is that so? I blew a breath into his ear while thrusting my cock deep inside, and Charles’s moans grew even louder. He sounded like he was struggling to breathe, his moans turning into ragged gasps.
"Oppa, I’m coming agaiiiin-♥♥♥♥"
At the same moment Charles reached his climax, my semen surged into his womb. Splurt, spluuuurt! It was my second time, but the volume of semen seemed even greater. I savored the lingering afterglow of the ejaculation and showered his neck with kisses. Charles, clearly spent, hugged my body and breathed slowly. The bedsheets were soaked in sweat. I’d have to do laundry before we went out later... but I didn't have the strength to lift a finger.
I slowly shifted positions on top of Charles and lay on my side, and he snuggled right into me. "Oppa... were you very tired?" He traced my sweat-drenched body with his fingers, then reached for a towel from the bedside table—I didn't even know when he’d put it there—and slowly wiped me down. My neck, my chest, my stomach, my thighs... He even took my limp cock in his hand and meticulously wiped away the remaining fluids.
"Is there another towel?"
"Here." Charles smiled faintly as he pulled out another one. I took it and wiped him down as well. His slender neck, and in contrast, breasts so large they felt like they might burst if touched. Lying on his side, they moved beautifully. I wiped away the sweat gathered in his cleavage and under his breasts. Hmm, I wonder what he smells like? As I brought the towel to my nose, Charles blushed and slapped my chest.
"Pervert! Don't smell me!"
Hmm, it smells like grapefruit... It was a lovely scent. Charles, face turning red as he hit my chest, was cute too. I went back to wiping his lower body with the towel. His pussy, in particular, was a mess of pre-cum and semen. As I cleaned him thoroughly, Charles relaxed his tense body.
"Ugh... my thighs are sore. I really need to start exercising..." He looked at his right thigh. Five or six hickeys were beginning to bloom like dots. "I have to go get my tattoo later, what will Juda think? You're mean. You did that on purpose, didn't you?" Charles pouted, touching his thigh. I scratched my neck awkwardly. Well, um. I just thought he’d look cute in a difficult situation.
After that, we lay in bed, hugging for a long time. Once our stamina recovered a bit, we got dressed and walked to the kitchen. Bacon and eggs. We’d finished all the bread... so, scrambled eggs and a fried egg. Perfect.
"I'm going to go wash up-" Charles gathered his clothes and headed into the bathroom. In the meantime, I prepared breakfast. Hmm, smells good-
"Wow! Is it bacon for breakfast today?"
As I had the bacon ready just in time for him to come out, Charles’s eyes sparkled. Seeing him sniff the air, he seemed genuinely excited. And when he saw the finely scrambled eggs, he showed great interest. After taking one bite, his eyes went wide.
"Mmm! It's so soft! Did you mix milk with the eggs?"
He guessed right. It’s because of reactions like this that I can’t stop buying food for Charles. Charles quickly put a piece of bacon in his mouth with his fork and chewed. "My goodness! It's not salty! Was bacon always this delicious???" Yerim, eating her English breakfast, looked truly happy. I ate my fill and went in to wash up.
"Are you getting ready-?"
Charles was already sitting in front of the mirror, applying makeup. He was curling his hair with a flat iron and applying foundation. But what was that he was wearing on his lower half? It was a tennis skirt I’d never seen before. As I stared, Yerim lifted the hem of the skirt slightly while sitting. "I bought it when we went out last time because it was pretty. I think I saw it in your preferences, how is it?"
It’s amazing. White is nice, and I think pink would have suited him well too. No, wait, he’s wearing a black turtleneck, so maybe pink would be a bit much? An H-line skirt would be nice too. It seemed like there was a lack of such feminine clothes among Youngsun’s things. Everything was leggings or dolphin shorts, so it was a bit of a shame. Seeing a skirt like this for the first time, I loved it! I should buy Youngsun a skirt as a gift later, too. If she wore a skirt to work at the PC bang, the other part-timers or the customers would all lose their minds.
"Oppa, I asked if it looks good on me."
Charles asked in a sulky voice. Oops, I’d been too lost in thought. "Yeah. It’s so pretty I couldn't even speak. Is it because your skin is so pale? White really suits you well."
"You say that, but..."
He still seemed pleased, turning his body again. The corners of his mouth, as he applied lipstick, were curled high. Is he smiling because he’s happy? I’d better never reveal that I was briefly thinking about Youngsun- Once he finished applying mascara, Charles looked even more alluring than usual. With curls in his hair and perhaps more eyeshadow than the usual Yerim, there was a sense of... raw sexiness, if you could call it that. His eye corners were elongated, too.
"I changed up my makeup a bit, how is it?"
"Yeah, it’s pretty. A lot."
Kang Min might not know, but this was the makeup he used to use to lure customers in off the street. Even though it only let them dream, men would flock to the succubus who looked even sexier. Strangely enough. Anyway, it’s a success! Charles clenched his hands. He liked tattoos and revealing clothes, so I wondered if he liked this style of makeup too, and it was a huge success. *'If he looks too sexy, he’ll just go around looking at every woman he sees—I’m worried.'* Charles was a little dissatisfied, but he held it in. The person who best suited Kang Min’s tastes was himself.
Kang Min was also neatly dressed by now. Black jeans, knock-off Dr. Martens boots, a plain t-shirt. It looked a bit like a uniform, but it was the best I could find at the second-hand shop near the house. Kang Min’s mother had said that you have to dress properly so you don’t get looked down on. As long as it looks decent on the outside, that’s enough. Being common is fine. But I couldn't help the feeling that it was strangely shabby. Kang Min let out a deep sigh. Then Charles looked at Kang Min. *'Hmm, did he notice it’s a knock-off?'* Not at all. Charles was thinking about how he needed to style Kang Min’s hair. I don’t know why he always wears his hair down!
"Sit down, Oppa."
Charles sat me in a chair and picked up a hair dryer. Whirrr- As he dried my hair, he shaped it, rubbing wax between his hands to set the style. He parted my hair and swept it back, revealing my forehead. Oh, this is actually pretty good?
"The incubi who worked at the brothel all did their hair like this. Men need to groom themselves, too. You look better with your hair swept back, Oppa. It looks refreshing."
Ugh, acting like this, he sounds just like Yerim, not Charles. I shook my head. I remembered Yerim playing with a comb in the corner of the cafe, saying we should trim my hair. *This is Charles. Get a grip!* But Charles frowned at me. "Hmm... Oppa, you look like you’ve lost a bit of weight." Is it because I exercise every day? As if he’d guessed what I was thinking, Charles tapped my arm. "You pervert!"
"Don't succubi like sexy men?"
"Ugh, that’s true, but..."
Charles pouted his lips. How cute! "Hmm, we’re going to be late. Let’s go!"
As we left the house and I closed the door, Charles suddenly wrapped his arms around my waist. Then he looked straight into my eyes and smiled. "Oppa, we can’t kiss once we’re outside. Hehe."
Oh my! How cute! Is he really the same succubus who was letting out such lewd moans beneath me this morning? I couldn't handle the gap, so I kissed him. But then, the door next door swung open.
"Excuse me, could you please keep it down in the morning? The woman’s voice is just too..."
Our eyes met. An awkward silence hung in the air.