Can I Come See You Tomorrow, Sunbaenim?

"Hey— heeey…!"

I pulled her into my arms. Kneaded her breasts. Licked her neck.

When that started wrecking her song, Park Eunseo tapped my shoulder in protest.

"What? Keep singing."

"Youuu… seriously."

Even so, the accompaniment kept rolling. Verse one had just ended, the interlude was winding down, and verse two was about to kick in.

With a defiant little flourish, Park Eunseo grabbed the mic again and brought it to her lips.

"Love is… you, haah… we are our…."

A karaoke room's accompaniment is louder than you'd think. So if you really set your mind to doing something in here, blasting a noisy dance track will cover most of it. But if that were all—if someone happened to be listening carefully outside our room—they might still notice something off. Because the actual singing wouldn't be coming through.

Park Eunseo seemed wary of exactly that. She bit down lightly and forced the song out. But there was no way a proper performance was coming ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠out under my harassment. That bright, clean tone of hers started taking on a distinctly lewd edge.

In the end—

"Haaaah… hnh, heeey… stop…."

—she couldn't finish the song and set the mic down. Looking thoroughly wronged about it, she glared at me with a genuine pout while the machine tallied her score after the track ended.

Not that she was actually angry or sulking at me.

"…Your turn."

"Sure."

If anything, she looked pleased—because now it was her turn to mess with me—as she shoved the remote into my hands.

I picked something easy enough, a rock ballad any guy could belt out without much trouble. When the intro finished and I lifted the mic to start singing, Park Eunseo quietly dipped her head.

And then…

Ziiip—

With a sly, scheming look on her face, she pulled down my zipper and freed my cock in one smooth motion.

"Hnnn…."

She took me straight into her mouth and looked up, eyes asking, How's this?

And she didn't stop there.

"Chup, chyuup! Ahhp, hooep, chyuup, heeooop… tsup, haaup! Hoooooop, chyuup, tsup—!"

No mercy whatsoever. The same way I'd greedily eaten her out, Park Eunseo was sucking my cock with pure, filthy abandon.

…This shameless little minx.

All I'd done was hold her, lick her neck, and fondle her chest. What she was doing to me now was the equivalent of burying her face between my legs the second I started. In other words: retaliation.

Which meant I had every right to "defend" myself—even from a defensive position, resistance was fully justified.

I slid a hand between her legs…

Poke—

"Hnh!"

…and jabbed a finger into the pussy I'd been fucking until dawn the night before.

Shhk—

I pushed her panties aside.

Sliiiick—!

"Haaah…."

The moment I pushed a finger in, Park Eunseo flinched with my cock still in her mouth. She looked up at me with those plaintive eyes, and I smirked down at her—telling her without words that she wasn't getting away with this.

That must have set her off on her own, because—

"Mmmph—!"

"Ugh, hey…."

—she shoved my cock all the way down her own throat and started sucking with real violence, like she was determined to force a surrender out of me.

"Mmmp, chyuup, haeeup, hooobooop, ahhp, hnnup, haaup, hoooop—!"

While I worked her pussy and she made wet, gulping sounds around my cock, that aggressive blowjob had me climbing fast toward the edge—

"Hooo… hey. Hey. Your turn."

"Chyuup, haah, haaaa…."

My song ended. Now it was Park Eunseo's turn to sing. Looking thoroughly triumphant, I held out the mic and the karaoke remote. And while she was picking a song…

Shhk—

"Hey— hey!"

She'd been the one to strike first with the retaliation, so this time I buried my face between her legs before she could even start singing.

And then—

Chyuuuuup—!

"Haaah, hnnngh…! Hey, I— I'm s-singi— hnh, haaaamp, hn… hn, haeeump…!"

She still hadn't chosen a song, so of course no accompaniment was playing. Terrified her moans would spill out into the quiet, Park Eunseo clamped a hand over her own mouth.

I didn't care.

Chyuuuuup—!!

"Haaeeump, hn… haaa, haah, hoo…nh, haaee, hwaahnh…!!"

I sucked even harder, punishing her so thoroughly she couldn't climb out of it. Park Eunseo tried to push me off, small hands pressing against my head—

Chyuuuuup—!

"Hn, hnnnnnnngh…!!"

—but I had her thighs locked down so firmly it barely did anything. If anything, the struggle only stoked my temper further, and I lapped up her juices even more greedily.

And naturally…

"Haaahnh, haaa… hey, I— I… I— I'm gonna c— haah, hnnnmp…!!"

—with a sudden surge, Park Eunseo spilled thick, sticky wetness and tipped over into a light climax.

Once I'd sent her over that edge and pulled my face away…

"Haaaaa… hnh, hnnn… haaaaa…."

Eyes dripping with raw filth. That small hand still clamped over her mouth. Juices running from her pussy.

…I couldn't hold back anymore.

Thud—

"Ha… are we doing it?"

"……."

I planted a hand on the karaoke booth seat behind her shoulder and asked. But diving straight in with zero cover still felt a little too brazen even for me, so I grabbed the remote, queued up a string ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠of songs from the popular chart, and hit start.

The moment a big, loud intro kicked in—

Sliiiick—!

"Haaeeemp…!!"

—I drove my cock, still wet with her spit, straight into Park Eunseo's pussy, still wet with mine.

Given the position, anyone walking in would have thought I was forcing her right there in the karaoke room—and that was exactly what hit both our preferences dead-on.

Like this—

"Hnnnnn, haaaaagh…."

"…Eunseo."

"Y-yeah…?"

"You have to keep quiet."

"Y-yeahhh…."

I tossed out that completely irresponsible order to hold her voice down as much as possible—and then—

Slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap—!

—I fucked her mercilessly, roughly, until she was sobbing again.

Maybe it was the outdoor experience from last time, but—

"Hnnnmp, hn… haah, hn, nnnn… n, hn, nn, hnnwaa…!"

—Park Eunseo clamped her own hand over her mouth again and whimpered, and that sound was fucking filthy in the best way. Suppressed. Like she was being forced and had to keep anyone from hearing.

But when I—

Grab—!

—caught the wrist she'd been using to muffle herself and pinned it—

"Hey, n… no, nooo…! The sound, the sound— haagh, ha… haah, nnnnh…!!"

—I could hear every raw, sobbing note of her voice, and my arousal spiked even higher.

So—

Slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap—!!

"Haaaaaaaaah…!!"

—I fucked her even harder.

"Ji…chan, Jichan, k… kiss, kiss me, haaa, haeee…!"

Unable to hold the sounds down on her own strength, Park Eunseo begged for a kiss. I tipped my head toward her, and—

"Chup, haaaaa… chyuup, haaup, hoooonh, haaup, tsup… chyuup, haaaang, haeeup…!"

—she clung to my mouth with desperate heat, still leaking those stifled moans.

I kept pounding her like that until the urge to come started climbing. Dumping a full load inside her pussy right then would have been great—but we still ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠had plenty of time left to play, and the idea of my cum dripping out of her while we walked around later was… well, also hot. The problem was that when I drove her home afterward, I'd keep teasing her in the car—and having cum all over my hand then would be a little much.

I couldn't just paint the karaoke floor, and I couldn't glaze her face either.

"Hooo… Eunseo. Mouth."

"Y-yeah…!"

So I chose the best "space" available in the moment: Park Eunseo's mouth. Still inside her, in a sense. She just had to swallow. And conveniently, she loved drinking my cum.

So—

Sliiiick—!

"Haoooop—!"

—right before I came, I pulled out, and Park Eunseo, sharp as ever, took my cock into her mouth.

And then—

Throb-throb-throb—! Throb—! Throb-throb-throb—!!

"Mmmnnn…."

With my cock in her mouth, Park Eunseo looked up at me through half-lidded eyes and gently licked the shaft while I pumped load after load onto her tongue.

"Hoooooo…."

I was hypersensitive from coming so hard, and the way she softly lapped at me sent sweet, trembling pleasure rolling through my lower belly.

And more than that—

"Hweeeeh…."

—as if it had already become habit, Park Eunseo opened her mouth to show me the cum pooled thick inside, then—

"…ulp."

—swallowed it down with a gulp and flashed me a bright little grin.

But the smile only lasted a moment. She dipped her head again and finished the job properly.

"…Ahhp, tsup, chyuup, haeeup, hoooop… tsup, chyuup, tsup…."

She focused on the spots still faintly coated in her juices and my cum, licking them clean, then looked up at me with that sly, wicked smile.

"…Was it good?"

"Haaah…."

I got Park Eunseo home safely. Back at my place, I threw together a quick dinner and was killing time on my phone when—

"……."

Out of nowhere, Seon Yeonwoo dropped those texts on me.

Come to think of it… Thursday, in the supply closet, I'd "received" a handjob from her. Now that the ice was broken, she probably felt freer to pull that kind of "prank" again.

"Hmm…."

First things first.

Whatever prank she was planning, we had to meet for any of it to happen—so that part came first.

What was with this girl and free meals?

I told her fine, and she said she'd come to Anyang Station around one in the afternoon. I locked that in, then—

I skimmed my relationship status with Seon Yeonwoo. Nothing had really changed since the handjob in the supply closet last time.

"Hmm…."

Thinking about tomorrow's flow… we'd grab lunch, hang out a bit, and then I'd end up driving her home again. In that case, the most likely place she'd try to make a move was… the car, right?

"But the car's a little… for a first time, though."

Sure, eventually I'd probably end up having sex in a car with all four women registered in the Office Romance Management App. But ideally, a first time belonged in a bed. Really ideally.

So after turning it over and over in my head…

Make her feel, strongly, that she wants to "fuck" me right now if she can. And while she'd ideally want to do it in the car, if I dial that down a little… maybe, like An Jihye, she'd stop at something oral.

Why? Because she likes me.

"Okay…."

It felt like a pretty solid setup, and I couldn't help grinning to myself.