I Want to Watch You Cum, Oppa
Objectively speaking.
If someone asked whether Seon Yeonwoo was hot as a woman or not, the answer was of course that she was fucking hot.
A small frame that made you want to protect her. A childish face that matched that small frame perfectly. And on top of that… the special setting of being a third-generation chaebol heiress.
Seon Yeonwoo was definitely the kind of woman who made the desire to protect her, the desire to conquer her, or both of those urges grow thick and wild.
But if you asked whether she was really that insanely hot compared to the other women… honestly, I couldn’t say she was quite on that level.
Park Eunseo, with her teary fox-like eyes, whining and begging to be fucked. Chu Yeonju, a woman I could flat-out declare the most beautiful I’d ever seen, who also happened to have E-cup breasts. And… fuck it, An Jihye, every single part of whose body was just insanely hot.
Compared to those three, her charm as a “woman” was relatively lower. That was the truth. The biggest problem was probably that her small frame meant her body curves were a little less pronounced.
Breasts? She had them. Waist? The thinnest, thanks to that small frame. Hips? Ah, those she definitely had.
But with that tiny body and a face that looked so extremely young… Seon Yeonwoo sat in a dangerously borderline range that carried a certain risk.
…Of course there were guys who liked looks like Seon Yeonwoo’s. But I wasn’t one of them. Not until I got the Office Romance Management App.
The Seon Yeonwoo who had become a “little devil” through the Office Romance Management App—or rather, the one I had steered into becoming one—
Swoosh—
“Heheheung….”
She suddenly grabbed my cock with her tiny hand and grinned lewdly. Gripping it reverse-handed, tight. Then she buried her face against my chest…
“Heuuuung….”
Just like she had in the car on Tuesday, she sniffed my scent. Seeming quite satisfied.
“Heuuu….”
She exhaled a slightly sweetened breath against my chest, then slowly began to move the hand holding my cock.
Strictly speaking, the current situation was Seon Yeonwoo sexually harassing me. And at times like this—
“Yeonwoo-ssi, wait a second… do you know what you’re doing right now?”
—if the person on the receiving end delivered a line like that, the one doing it loved it. Because they truly believed they were “dominating” the other person.
Or—
“Yes, I know. But Oppa seems to know too, doesn’t he? Getting this hard… ah, it just twitched again.”
—even if they weren’t dominating right this second, it made them expect that soon you’d be conquered by their hand.
The reason I understood the receiving end’s feelings so well was because…
“That’s just an involuntary reaction. Yeonwoo-ssi, wait… if someone else sees this, it’ll be a huge problem.”
“Heung… what kind of huge problem?”
“Well… weird rumors and all that, you know.”
“Heheheung….”
An Jihye had done the same thing to me. Saying no. Don’t do this. What the hell are you doing. Every time An Jihye showed me that kind of reaction, I looked at her and expected she’d soon be panting for my cock.
Same with Seon Yeonwoo now. If I pretended to resist like this, she would also expect that my cock would eventually spurt a thick load of cum into her hand.
However… her experience itself seemed a little lacking. Rubbing my cock with a bare hand made the flesh feel scraped and a bit painful.
“Aeu.”
“…….”
It wasn’t from pleasure or any kind of acting. A real voice slipped out from the pinching sensation, and Yeonwoo’s hand stopped. Blankly, she looked back and forth between my face and my cock…
“…Slurp.”
Conspicuously. She spread her palm open and licked it with her tongue. Using that saliva as lube.
“…How about this?”
“Huuuuuu….”
“Heung….”
The wet squelching sound as she stroked my cock… that sound was really, fucking lewd. My cock was already rock-hard, and the noise made it feel like it would swell even bigger.
Seeming to like the sound, she stroked my cock while staring at my face. On Seon Yeonwoo’s face was a lewdness that didn’t match her childish looks at all. Whether she’d practiced somewhere or had separate experience, she didn’t just stroke back and forth—she stimulated my cock in all kinds of ways.
Rubbing the head with her palm. Raising her fingers to stroke slowly up from the base to the tip. Sometimes gripping so hard it hurt a little. And whenever her saliva dried…
“…Chuk.”
She spit on her palm again to replenish the lube, showing real thoroughness. Meanwhile, with her other hand she yanked hard on the necktie I was wearing…
“…Chuk, slurp… haeum, tsup… slurp, huuuuu… how is it, Oppa?”
She licked my neck. Sucked on my ear. Blew into it. And then—
“You can’t hold it, right? Feels like you’re about to cum, right? Then you can cum. I… want to watch Oppa cum. I want to watch Oppa cum into my hand. Oppa… I want to watch you cum a whole lot into this small hand that can’t even fully wrap around Oppa’s cock.”
She muttered those things in a very small voice. That voice really drove a man crazy. A delicate voice matching her small frame. But limp with weakness, packed full of lewdness. Hearing those words in that voice…
Even so, when I clenched my teeth and held on—
“Heung… I want to watch Oppa cum a whole lot into my hand… can’t you cum soon, please? Soon… into my hand, cum a whole lot of Oppa’s semen. A-lot. My hand is pretty small too… so even if Oppa cums just a little, it could cover my whole hand….”
—she stimulated me with even lewder words. But when I still tried to endure—
“…Aha, Oppa… is this what you want instead?”
She released the force on the necktie and grabbed my wrist with that hand. Pulling my hand over…
Thud…
“…If Oppa wants, you can cum here.”
She placed it on her chest. Then she sensually stroked my wrist… and pressed down on the back of my hand, forcing me to knead Seon Yeonwoo’s breast.
The size was about what I’d expected… generously a full A-cup. Not huge by any means, but you could definitely feel the volume. And considering Yeonwoo’s frame, it wasn’t small at all.
Kneading that breast. Listening to Yeonwoo’s voice. Getting a handjob from her hand at the same time.
“Or is there somewhere else you want to cum? Ah… is it because my breasts are small and not that great… then how about my face? My mouth? How about my ass? My hair is fine too. Or maybe Oppa… do you want to cum inside me?”
“Huuuuuu….”
Hearing even that, the urge to cum surged up in an instant.
“Yeonwoo-ssi…!”
“Heung, yes. Cum for me. Cum a whole lot into my hand. Cum a whole lot of Oppa’s semen.”
“Eut….”
Spurt—! Spurt, spuuurt! Spurt—!!
“Oh my….”
“Haaaaa….”
In the end, just as Yeonwoo had been eagerly wishing for from the start, I came a thick load of semen into her small hand. Really a lot. I produced a generous amount of cum, and as she’d said, her hand was so small…
…Thududududuk—!
“…You really came a lot, Oppa. Heuuung… did you want to cum this much inside me?”
“…….”
Just as Yeonwoo had said. Overflowing her small hand completely, the cum that couldn’t find a place dripped down to the floor with wet plops.
She glanced. Quietly watching my cum drip from her hand to the floor, she then flicked her tongue out and licked the cum coating her hand.
“…Slurp—.”
Very conspicuously. No—as if telling me to watch, staring right at me with lewd eyes…
“Ughk….”
“…….”
“…….”
…She did something like a gag reflex. Completely ruined the mood, seriously. The lewd expression like she was about to devour me just a second ago vanished, and Yeonwoo was staring at her own hand with a slightly flustered face.
“…I-I was eating it deliciously….”
“Yeonwoo-ssi.”
“…….”
Then when I called her name, she flinched for a moment before returning to her original lewdness…
“…Sluuurp—.”
…and licked the remaining cum on her hand. Of course, it still didn’t seem to taste good… the lewdness wasn’t as strong as before, but Yeonwoo still gently licked the little cum left on her hand. As she kept licking she seemed to adapt somewhat. When she finished licking every last bit of cum off her hand, Yeonwoo had regained a fair amount of her original lewdness.
Returning to the face I was familiar with, she looked blankly at my still-stiff cock and grinned.
“Heuuung… did it feel good, Oppa?”
To that Yeonwoo—
“Haaa… Yeonwoo-ssi.”
“…Yes?”
“Don’t do this kind of thing from now on, seriously. It could really become a huge problem later. I’ll let it slide for today… but if you do this again next time, I don’t know what I’ll do.”
“…….”
I’m not easy. Next time you might be the one getting done. So bring something stronger. I lightly provoked her with that nuance. Whether the provocation landed—
“…Hmph.”
Yeonwoo made a slightly sulky hmph! sound and left the supply closet by herself.
Leaving Jichan behind and stepping out of the supply closet alone, Seon Yeonwoo muttered,
“Heungheungheung.”
—sound effects that anyone watching would have found quite cute—as she returned to her office. Then she sat down at her desk with a solid thud!, crossed her arms tightly, and thought about what had just happened.
“…Was I too clumsy.”
Strangely, whenever she thought of Jichan, something… something made her feel like she finally understood what “sexual desire” really was. For no reason she wanted to pull his face tightly against her chest. For no reason she wanted to lick his neck. For no reason she wanted to push Jichan’s hand up under her skirt. …And also for no reason, she wanted to fiddle with Jichan’s lower half somehow.
Today she had been determined, calling Jichan out to a secluded spot to relieve her sexual desire through a little “teasing”…
“Haa….”
The reaction had been more lukewarm than expected. But she didn’t feel any despair that there would be no next chance.
“…Then when should I call him again?”
Because to Seon Yeonwoo, Jichan was the “Oppa I want to fuck,” and if she put her mind to it, the “Sunbaenim I can fuck anytime.” If she just picked the right day, she could tie Jichan’s hands and “fuck” him as much as she wanted. It was simply that, since she was going to fuck him, she was still at the stage of figuring out how much more deliciously she could do it.
Still, from the earlier incident, Seon Yeonwoo had gotten a bit of a handle on things. Those reactions of Jichan’s earlier. Saying you shouldn’t do this, don’t do this, if you keep doing this it’ll be a huge problem.
“Heuuung….”
Seon Yeonwoo planned her next schedule with a face that would have looked quite serious to anyone else—but that Jichan would have evaluated as pure lewdness. When. Where. How. The target, of course, was Jichan. And Jichan’s cock. As the plan grew more detailed little by little, Seon Yeonwoo’s lewdness gradually deepened.