A Taste That Drove Men Wild
We ate handmade burgers together.
For round two, we nursed beers with a side of fries.
Then we stopped by a café and each grabbed a coffee.
All of that had taken about two hours. It was just past eight.
Which meant…
"Is there anywhere else you'd like to go, sunbae-nim?"
It was still a little early to head straight to a motel—unless tomorrow's schedule demanded a quick round of sex and an even quicker goodbye.
"What about… you, Jichan-ssi?"
"I already decided I'd go along with whatever you want today. If there's somewhere you'd like to go, we'll go."
"In that caaase…"
But Chu Yeonju said,
"…I want to."
"Sorry?"
"I w-want to… do it."
She said that was fine with her.
"…Shall we go, then?"
"G-go where?"
"A motel."
"…Okay."
Truth be told, I'd been itching for it myself for a while now. Every time those droopy eyes curved into something pretty. Every time I caught that golden-retriever smile. Every time those big breasts swayed. Each time, the frustration built a little higher, and I wanted it gone—so we headed into the same motel we'd used last week.
"Overnight."
"Eighty thousand won."
Weekend rates, so it felt a little steep… but still.
"Ah, I'll get it."
"No, I've got it."
"I was the one who asked to come out today. I'll pay."
Yeonju hurriedly held out her card and beamed at me—hee—like a golden retriever waiting to be praised.
Without thinking… I gave her head a few slow strokes.
And then—
"Room 504."
The part-timer who'd stared at Yeonju in a daze last week was glaring at me with open hostility. What the hell makes you so special that a woman like that comes to a place like this with you—and even pays for the room herself?
"Thanks."
Whatever. I took the shower kit and key card he shoved at me, and we rode the elevator up together.
On the way to the fifth floor.
"……"
"……"
Barely a word passed between Yeonju and me. No hugging, no hand-holding, no kissing.
Ding—
5th Floor
We got off at five and simply walked into room 504.
Once inside—
"Sunbae-nim… would you like to shower first?"
"O-okay."
Unlike last week, Yeonju wasn't diving in headfirst. She seemed determined to take her time with tonight. Leisurely. At ease.
I sat on the bed and watched her pick up a robe and disappear into the bathroom.
Soon the hiss of running water filled the room. Just recalling the body I'd gotten a full look at last week sent a hard pulse of heat through my lower half.
"Let's see…"
To cool that down for a moment, I pulled out my phone and scrolled through my "relationship" with Yeonju.
A junior she shouldn't be dating · A man she wants to have sex with · A little brother whose kisses make her pussy wet — 66
That was where things stood. What keywords could I tweak to make this a little more… a little more useful?
Ah. First things first.
Confirming pregnancy toggle status…
I made sure her fertility setting was switched off.
"…Oh?"
Checking that first sparked a pretty solid idea.
A junior she shouldn't be dating · A man she wants to take a creampie from · A little brother whose pussy gets wet the moment they're alone — 66
"…Okay."
Of course. Just like bareback was the finest sensation of all, nothing satisfied a man quite like finishing inside. That fullness you felt watching a woman shudder through your climax. The conquest of knowing you'd thoroughly claimed her. The satisfaction of pulling out and watching her pussy spill your cum in thick pulses.
The only finishes that even came close were… maybe in the mouth, or across the face?
And even those were only close.
"A sunbae-nim who begs me to cum inside her…"
Damn. That innocent, pure, wholesome face pleading for it—I honestly didn't think I could hold back…
"Haa… You should wash up too, Jichan-ssi."
"Ah—right."
Yeonju stepped out of the bathroom in a robe, her clothes bundled in her arms. My turn. I grabbed a robe and went in.
Scrub, scrub, scrub.
Hair, mouth, crotch, even my feet. Anywhere that might smell got the full laundry treatment. I dried off, pulled on the robe, and stepped back out…
"Ah, um…"
Yeonju, who'd been watching TV, flinched.
She knew what was coming. Any second now I'd kiss her. The kiss would soak her pussy. That wet pussy would tempt me. And once I was inside her, she'd beg me to finish there.
Which was probably why—
Sliip—
"……"
—when I hooked an arm around her waist and pulled her into my chest, she didn't resist at all.
And even when—
Squeeze…
"Nnh…"
—I slid the hand at her waist up and grabbed a full handful of that big breast, she stayed still.
That was the starting gun.
"Mmh… haah, nnh… chup, mmph… haah… chuup…"
I launched into a proper kiss with Yeonju, working her lower half into a wet mess. My hands, too. Kissing made it hard to keep groping her chest with the arm around her waist, so I just slid that hand up and used it to pin her head in place.
The other hand handled her breasts.
We were kissing almost face-to-face, which meant…
Sliip…
Like a snake. With slow, wriggling fingers, I undid the belt of her robe and slipped my hand inside.
Soft. Yielding.
"Ha—haaah… nnh, haaaa…"
"…Sunbae-nim."
"Yeees…?"
"Um… what's your size?"
"Haa… E… cups."
Yeah. That was why it felt this unreal. Biggest I'd ever held on any woman I'd been with—and easily the prettiest pair, too.
Squeeze…!
"Aahngh…!"
I kneaded them rough, and kept kissing her through it.
"Mmmpph…! Haa, chup… chuup, haa, Jichan-ssii… aahngh… mmph, chup…!"
If we kept kissing like this… eventually, wouldn't Yeonju's pussy get wet even when I mauled her chest this roughly? Like Pavlov's dog. Kiss me, and her pussy gets wet. A wet pussy means she's already at least a little turned on. And while that's happening, I'm working her breasts like this.
"Aaaangh… hh, haangh… mmmpph… chup, chuup…! Haa… mmph, chup, chuuuuup…!"
Whether it'd actually condition her that way would take more time to know—but I already had a pretty solid guide for predicting it.
Right now.
Sliip—
I slid the hand working her chest down past her waist and thighs, and slipped it between her legs.
"Aaaangh!"
No panties. The wetness hit my fingers immediately as I stroked over Yeonju's pussy.
Just to feel how soaked she was—
"Aahngh… haa, nnh, hh, aaaah… nnh, haaaa…!"
—I gently ran my fingers along the outside, coating them in her juices, then brought that same hand straight back up to her chest.
This time… so she couldn't keep kissing me on autopilot, I pressed her head firmly down against my chest.
Squeeze—!
"Hhnngh… nnh, haangh… haa, Ji-Jichan-ssii… haah, aaahngh…!"
I roughly kneaded the breast that filled my hand to overflowing. Pinched the stiff nipple hard. Flicked it with my fingers now and then. Smeared her own juices across her chest like that, then sent my hand back down to her pussy.
And—
"You're soaked, Yeonju-ssi."
"Th-thaaat, haaaa… haah, thaaaat…"
Even without the kissing, her pussy was unmistakably wetter than a moment ago. Past damp—wet enough you could almost mistake it for her having just pissed herself.
Sliip—
I pushed a finger straight inside. Before the softness even registered, the stickiness hit first.
Definitely. Yeonju was the type who got wet—
"Aaaang—!"
—last week, during sex, she'd squirted all over me.
…Whether squirting and just being wet were related, I had no idea. Either way.
Press…!
"Aanh, haaaaa… aaangh, nnh, haa… aah, nnnngh…!!"
I crooked my finger and pressed hard into that rough little patch, and Yeonju shook her head against my chest. The stimulation must have been intense. A wet schlick of juices spilled over my palm.
Whether she knew it or not…
"Aangh, nngh…! Ji-Jichan-ssi, stop, stooop…!"
Squeeze…!
—Yeonju just clutched at my robe with those pretty, outstretched hands and trembled, trembled, trembled.
A woman this mature. This pure. This innocent. Writhing in my arms, shaking from sexual heat—it was honestly…
Squeeze—!
"Aaaaaaaangh…!!"
…enough to drive a man insane.
"Did that feel good?"
"G… goo—it felt good, haah, nnnngh…"
I carefully laid Yeonju down—her pussy still clenched so tight around my finger it almost hurt—and settled over her.
"Haa… nnh, aah… Ji-Jichan-ssi, Jichan-ssiii…"
Looking at that hazy face of hers, the one that seemed to be asking me to put it in already, I pushed myself back up onto my knees.
From that position, Yeonju probably thought I was about to shrug off the robe and finally push inside.
"…Jichan-ssi?"
Not even close.
Chuuuuup—!
"Aaaahnnngh…!!"
I scooted back down her body and buried my face in Yeonju's pussy—soaked so thoroughly it really did look like she'd wet herself.
Just like last week. Yeonju's pussy had a flavor that drove men wild.
Just a hint of musk. A touch of salt. The faintest tartness. And underneath it all—so much sweetness. So much.
I sucked and licked at that pussy, and at the same time a quiet dissatisfaction crept in.
"Aangh, nngh…! Haaahnnh…! Ah, d-don't… haah, nnnnh, hh… haah, aaaang…!!"
I couldn't see the face making those sounds.
So—
I pressed my thumb hard against her clit and rubbed it in tight little side-to-side strokes.
"Aaaahnnngh—!!"
I lifted my head and watched that lush body of hers shudder and twitch. Pure sightseeing.
"Aanh, haa… haaaangh, hhnngh… haa, aanh… haa…"
While Yeonju gasped for air at the peak of her climax, I just smiled in satisfaction and watched.
Show's over. Time to pay the admission fee.
Sliip… tap!
"Hhn!"
I freed the cock that had been straining for attention and gave that clit I'd just been rubbing a light tap with the tip. Yeonju's body jumped in another fine little spasm. I kept pressing my cock against her clit, then angled it down—and the head naturally found the entrance of her pussy.
And then—
Sliip—!
"Aaaaang!"
I pushed straight in. Same as last time—that soft, yielding feel of Yeonju's pussy. Not crushingly tight the way Park Eunseo's was. But every time Yeonju's body twitched on its own, her pussy fluttered with it, tapping and brushing against me from the inside like it was greeting me.
In a way, that sensation felt like Yeonju pleading with me.
And given that I'd lightly edited our "relationship" earlier—
"Ji… Jichan-ssi."
"Yeah?"
"Today… nnh, today… you can do it inside, it's f… hhnngh, it's fine…"
…she was saying things like that.
Yeonju had no idea what a line like that, delivered with a face like that, did to a man.
So I showed her.
Slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap—!!
"Aang, aangh, nnnngh…! Haah, nnh, nnh…! Aaangh…! Aang, aaaahngh…!!"