Can You Talk for a Minute?
Anyway, both Chu Yeonju and I had already showered. But once we finished having sex later, we were going to have to wash up all over again.
If that was the case…
Wouldn’t it make more sense to just do a little right here and then move to the bed? That was part of it, sure—but the real problem was right in front of me.
Slick—!
“Hngh….”
“…….”
Outside, I had pumped her dolphin shorts full of cum. The moment I yanked those shorts down to her thighs, the thick load that had been smeared and rubbed against her pussy came dripping out in heavy globs.
I made Yeonju plant both hands against the wall opposite the showerhead and stick her ass out toward me at the same time. When I gently parted those plump cheeks…
…Squelch—!
It wasn’t just my cum. Her own juices were quietly making an appearance too.
She was the type who got ridiculously wet. Even without any proper foreplay, she clearly recognized just how filthy the situation we had just been through really was.
Watching that, I casually shoved down my own pants and underwear, freeing the cock that still carried a faint sheen of her dried saliva. Then I stepped forward two strides without hesitation…
“A-are you going to put it in like this?”
“Yes.”
She looked a little scared when she realized I was about to shove it in with zero warning. But it wasn’t a look of rejection.
Of course not. This was the man she liked—her adorable little brother—asking for it. So instead of worry, expectation colored her expression as…
Sliiiide—
“Aaaahngh…!”
She savored the sensation of my cock pushing smoothly into her soft pussy.
I felt a little guilty. Even without proper foreplay, Yeonju’s pussy accepted me like silk. That might sound like I was saying she was loose, but not even close.
“Haaaah… ahhngh, haaa….”
“Hoo….”
It was like her walls were taking turns squeezing me with invisible fingers—writhing, coiling, delivering a completely different charm, texture, and pleasure from Park Eunseo’s tighter grip.
So…
Thud— thud— thud— thud—
“Aaaang, nngh… haah, haa… uhh, nnnngh…!”
I gripped her wide hips and rolled my waist. With every thrust Yeonju poured another of her charms straight into me—her pure filthiness.
That big ass rippling every time I bottomed out. Those soft, fold-lined walls caressing my cock. That voice, lower lip caught between her teeth as she whimpered.
Especially the third one—her voice. Yeonju’s voice was… honestly, it was so good it felt like it was trying to live up to her face. Soft, gentle, a little husky, sitting just on the lower side of the register. A voice that suited a big-sister type overflowing with warmth…
Thud— thud— thud— thud—
“Hngh, aaaang… ahh, haaang… aang, aaaangh…!”
Every time I drove in, that voice got painted over with pure lewdness and bounced off the bathroom tiles.
You know the type of woman. Voice so pretty and pleasant you can’t help wondering how it will sound once she’s in bed. Yeonju was exactly that type.
Which only made me want to make her even filthier.
Slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-!!
“Aaaang, aang, ahhng, nnnngh…! Haang, hah, haaang…! Ahh, haaa…! Jichan…ah, haang, aaaang…!”
I abandoned the gentle rhythm that had been loosening her up and started pounding her in earnest, like I meant business. Yeonju took every thrust with the same high, needy moans she always made.
And every time she did, not only did her voice turn obscenely erotic, the filthy wet sounds from below stoked my lust even higher.
The cum I had dumped earlier had been churned around inside her while she walked. Most of her outer folds were still coated in it, so every time my cock and pubic bone smacked against her, the wet slap-slap-slap of it filled the air.
It was seriously fucking hot.
But if I had to pick the single hottest thing about the whole scene…
Slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-!!
“Aaaang, aaahng…! Hah, uh, haaa… ahh…!”
“Hoo… Noona. Noona.”
“Mm, nngh…! Hahp, chuu… chuuup, chuk… hahp, haaauuu… uh-hoop, chuu…!”
It was her face.
The woman I could flat-out declare the most beautiful person I had ever seen in my life. Chu Yeonju had thrown away every scrap of her usual kindness, gentleness, and beauty and equipped pure, undiluted lewdness instead.
Those big eyes half-lidded and unfocused. That high, elegant nose flaring as she panted. That mouth that usually curved so prettily now drooling freely.
How the hell had the woman everyone at the company agreed was the most beautiful ended up like this…?
Slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-!!
“Haaang, aaaah, haa… ahhng, aaaang…! Hah, hngh… haaang…!”
Why? Because of me, obviously.
But even now, with Yeonju already soaked in filth, I felt a sudden confidence that I could push her even further.
Because all I was doing right now was ramming my hard cock into her soft pussy over and over…
Slide… squeeze…!
I let the hands gripping her hips slip under the T-shirt she was still wearing and grabbed her breasts.
“Aaaaang…!”
I didn’t stop there. Just like earlier, I shoved her bra up so her E-cups bounced free with a soft thud, then caught them in my palms. Once those big tits filled my hands, I kneaded them like dough and cranked her moans even higher.
“Aaaah, haaang…! M-my… breasts, my breasts feel so good, haaang…! Aang, ahhhngh, haaang…!”
I squeezed them like soft rice cakes. Twisted her nipples. Pinched them. While I tormented both her pussy and her chest at the same time, something suddenly…
Clench…!
That soft pussy of hers clamped down like crazy, crushing my cock in a vicious grip.
This was basically our first round of the day anyway. Blowing a load right here wouldn’t leave me feeling unsatisfied.
So…
Thwack—!
Brrrrrrrt—!! Brt, brrrrrt—!!
“Aaaaang…!”
“Hooo….”
I locked my pubic bone tight against her plump ass and flooded the deepest part of her pussy with thick, sticky cum.
I stayed buried for a moment.
“Haaaaah… haah, hngh… hngh, aaaahngh….”
Still pickled in the aftershocks of pleasure, Yeonju panted and let her forehead thunk lightly against the bathroom wall.
Meanwhile…
…Drip-drip-drip-drip—
From the pussy still skewered on my cock, the fresh load I had just pumped into her began to leak out and fall onto the earlier cum. Naturally, that was the inside of the dolphin shorts still hanging around her thighs.
And then the cum the shorts had briefly held simply ran down the leg holes…
…Plop—
…and started sliding down her long, pure-white, soft thighs to the bathroom floor.
I wanted to keep watching that.
Slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-!!
“Ahhhhhhhhngh…!!”
Looks like today’s session with Yeonju was going to finish right here in the bathroom.
An Jihye was going out of her mind because of Choi Jichan’s cock—the one that had refused to leave her head for days now.
“Ha, fuck….”
The one that had filled her mouth completely. The one that had pumped her mouth full. The one that had still been rock-hard even after that.
That bastard Choi Jichan.
A week ago, after dumping two loads into her mouth, he had said that shit.
If she ever wanted to suck it, just say the word. He’d give it to her anytime. And then he’d asked how she thought it would feel if that cock went inside her.
At the time she had dismissed it as complete bullshit. No—it hadn’t just been something she could dismiss. It really had been complete bullshit.
But for the entire week that followed…
“Fuck, this is bullshit….”
Jichan’s words were no longer bullshit to An Jihye. Not even a bullshit thought. Literally just cock thoughts.
Every time she remembered that fucking cock of his, she felt her lower half getting soaked without even realizing it. And because of that feeling, she had been… “touching herself.”
“…….”
For a while now An Jihye had been picking her phone up and putting it back down, agonizing.
I had lost count of how many rounds we went in the bathroom. I was pretty wiped, and Yeonju had to be a little tired too. But following the basic logic that you sleep in a bed, we finished showering, crawled under the covers, and dropped off almost immediately.
And then… the next day.
Saturday arrived. I took Yeonju on a light date around Anyang Ilbeonga and dropped her off at home. By the time I got back it was seven in the evening.
“…Should’ve eaten before coming back.”
No. Yeonju had made a huge pot of kimchi jjigae for me. I could just throw some rice in with that. I turned on the gas range.
It would come to a boil soon enough. I set the stew aside for a moment, tore open an instant rice pack, shoved it into the microwave, and hit two minutes.
While it heated I opened the Office Romance Management App out of habit…
“…Hm?”
Cock-obsessed fucking bastard, man I want to suck off, superior who holds the rights to my body — 20
The second “Relationship” entry had shifted a little.
Last time… on the emergency stairs. Originally it had been “man who gets excited when I put his cock in my mouth.” I had changed it to “man I want to have cum in my mouth.”
As a result, when I came in her mouth the second time, I hadn’t even needed to hold her head down—An Jihye had held the load in her mouth on her own.
That had been the end of it.
“…Must’ve left quite the impression.”
With a little time, the inertia of the “excitement” she felt when she put a cock in her mouth had apparently picked up speed.
That was what made the Office Romance Management App so terrifying. Give the trigger a gentle nudge and the snowball just rolled on its own after that.
The fact that Manager Kim Yuhon had possessed this incredible “something” and still managed to do absolutely nothing with the previous four women… well, it was a little rude to say, but it might just prove how lacking his work sense had been.
I had no idea how he had used it, but he was already far outside my circle of interest. So I set thoughts of Manager Kim Yuhon aside for now.
“Hmm….”
Tomorrow was Sunday anyway… should I casually message An Jihye or not?
“If I message her first it just… doesn’t paint the right picture.”
The proper picture was An Jihye, unable to stop thinking about my cock and wanting to suck it, messaging me first. Even if I had told her I’d “give it to her anytime,” if I was the one who reached out and arranged a meet-up so she could suck me off, the initiative might slip over to her…
Ding—
“…….”
…side.
Whatever wind had blown her way, a text from An Jihye arrived at exactly the moment I was thinking about it.
I didn’t reply right away. I ate first, deliberately dragging things out a little, then finally answered.
How could the situation line up this perfectly?
I set a time and place to meet An Jihye tomorrow afternoon…
Cock-obsessed fucking bastard, man I want to put his cock inside me, superior who holds the rights to my body — 20
…and gave her “Relationship” the tiniest little tweak.