But I Won't Let You
Seon Yeonwoo and I took a taxi back to my place.
Maybe it was because the driver was right there. I'd half expected her to start messing around even in the cab, but Yeonwoo didn't lay a finger on me the entire ride. Instead she just sat there, her little mouth running nonstop, giving me a play-by-play review of every fun part of the day. Watching her, I couldn't help thinking of a little sister who'd spent the whole day out with the big brother she adored and was still buzzing from it.
But the second we got into the car parked out front of my building—
Thud.
—Yeonwoo's whole vibe flipped.
"Heung…"
That sly, predatory look. Her eyes said it plain: You're not getting away now.
I pretended not to notice.
"We're heading out."
"Okaaay."
I punched her address into the nav and pulled away. From the office it would've been about fifteen minutes. From Anyang, the estimate said roughly forty-five.
Those forty-five minutes went the same way. Probably because I was driving, Yeonwoo just kept staring at me without pulling any of her usual "pranks."
The real games started the moment we arrived in front of her place.
"Did you have fun today?"
"Yeah. I did. What about you, sunbaenim?"
"…Well, your teasing was pretty vicious, but yeah. I had fun too."
"Heuuung…"
Reading the room, I pulled over before dropping her off—on a stretch of roadside where other cars were already casually parked. Meaning no one was going to come yell at us to move, no matter how long we sat there.
Right there.
Click.
Yeonwoo unbuckled her seatbelt like she was about to hop out any second. The moment she was free—
Sliiide—
"Heheheung…"
—she leaned straight across at me, that little face loaded with pure mischief. She'd done this once before, so she already knew the move.
"Y-Yeonwoo."
"…Whaat?"
"No, I just…"
Unlike last time when she'd half-slipped, this time she planted both hands firmly and shoved her face right into mine. I tried to lean back out of the way—but a car interior isn't exactly spacious. My left shoulder hit the window. Cornered, Yeonwoo only got more wicked…
Sliiide—
…and without warning, dropped her right hand straight onto my cock.
"Heheung… Oppa."
"Y-Yeah?"
"We haven't even done anything yet. Why are you already hard?"
"……"
"…Oppa, you weren't looking at me with those weird eyes earlier, were you? You said you didn't even see me as a girl. And yet… you weren't thinking something dirty, were you?"
The way her right hand stroked over my cock was way more blatant than back at the manga café. Everything she'd done there was just the warm-up…
Ziiip—
"Heheheheung…"
…and now she was actually undoing my zipper. She didn't stop there. Yeonwoo shoved her hand straight into my pants, hooked the waistband of my underwear, and yanked it down. With a soft thud, my cock—already standing stiff—sprang free.
She glanced at my face, then dropped her gaze to my cock. Apparently convinced it was hard because of her…
"…Heut."
…she smiled, pleased, and grabbed it without the slightest hesitation.
"Oppa. Do you want to do it?"
She squeezed the shaft tight.
"……"
"I want to."
"…You know what you're saying right now, right?"
"Of course I do."
Then her fingertips started gently rubbing the head.
"Do you want to, oppa?"
"Huu… Yeah. I do."
"Then… if I say let's do it, will you?"
"Ha…"
"But I won't let you."
"……"
She squeezed hard again, grinning—and that smile looked exactly like a little devil's. But this devil had her own brand of mercy. She eased her hips back from where she'd practically climbed onto me, settled into her seat again, then leaned only her upper body across, ducked her head low…
…and without a single second of hesitation—
"Aup—!"
—took my cock into her mouth.
Park Eunseo, Chu Yeonju, even An Jihye—every one of them had at least a flicker of hesitation. But Seon Yeonwoo?
"Hii…"
She flashed me a bright little smile, and then—
"Chuk, jjuup… haup, jjuup, heuuup, haauuuup—!"
…she sucked my cock more obscenely than any woman I'd ever seen.
She dipped her face, lightly nipping the shaft with her teeth. Climbed back up to the head and flicked it with the tip of her tongue. Suddenly took me deep, cheeks hollowing as she sucked hard.
"Tsup, haup, uuheup, jjuuup…! Tsup, haup, heuum… haup, tsup, chuk, jjuuup—!"
"Haa… Yeonwoo."
Honestly, it felt fucking incredible. Her mouth. Her eyes. Her hands. All of it so good that ragged breaths kept slipping out of me on their own. But on the flip side, my idle hands felt restless. At a time like this I should be touching something too—except I still hesitated.
When An Jihye had sucked me off, part of it had been about feeling up that springy body of hers, but the real goal had been breaking her in. Right now, though—
"Chuk, jjuuup… heheheung… Does it feel good, oppa?"
"Haa…"
"Heung… If it doesn't, I'll stop."
"…It feels good."
"Heuu… haup, tsup, chuuuup…!"
—I was supposed to stay on the receiving end with Yeonwoo. In a broader sense, just sitting still and letting her do what she wanted was its own kind of training. Not resisting. Not refusing. Not holding back. Letting Yeonwoo have her way became "evidence" she could throw in my face every time she wanted to pull another "prank" later.
Still, wanting is wanting.
"Hii… haup, tsup—! Jjuup, heuuuup… tsup, chuup, chuk, haauuum…"
So instead of her face, I let my eyes wander over her body. Yeonwoo was in the passenger seat, bent over toward me with her back turned so she could suck my cock from the driver's side. That meant I could see her slender shoulders, that impossibly narrow waist, the hips that still managed to make a statement of their own—and below that, those soft thighs I'd kept staring at earlier.
I'd been wondering what she was wearing under that shirt…
"Chuk—! Jjuup, haa…up, tsup, jjuup, haeuuup… tsup, jjuup, heuup, haaum…!"
She was bobbing her head so hard while she worked that her yellow boxy tee had ridden up without her noticing—and that was how I confirmed she was wearing denim hot pants. But that wasn't the important part. Even on that tiny frame, she had the curves that mattered… and under those hot pants that barely covered her ass, the soft underside of her cheeks peeked out.
…I really wanted to touch her.
The urge to come was building, and with it my own hunger was getting harder to hold back. She wasn't the type to curse me out like An Jihye. More than that, Yeonwoo actually liked me.
So—
Sliide—
"Heung…?"
—I took the yellow boxy tee that was already half-hiked up and tugged it higher, exposing the slim waist I'd only been guessing at. When I set my hand there and stroked gently…
"Heheheung…"
…Yeonwoo kept sucking, but her eyes went even more wicked as she looked up at me. I met her gaze for a second.
"……"
"……"
She didn't stop me. Taking that as silent permission, I slid the hand that had been stroking her waist a little lower… and gently caressed her soft belly. That only made her meaner.
"Jjuuup…!"
"Heuu…"
She sucked so hard her cheeks hollowed out completely. Feeling like my cock was about to get ripped off, I had a happy little dilemma. Move my right hand left, or right? Left meant her chest. Right meant her ass. Her chest wouldn't have much to grab, but her ass had real volume. On the other hand, I could touch bare skin on her chest—her ass was still under those tough denim hot pants.
I thought about it for a second…
Sliide—
…and went left.
Up until now, Yeonwoo had been the one touching me. I'd never properly put my hands on her body even once. So—
Squeeze—
"Heuuuung…"
—I figured she deserved at least a taste of what pleasure felt like. An ass on its own doesn't give much sensation, and those denim hot pants were too thick to feel or transmit anything properly. Her chest, though—
Sliide—
"Heung…?"
—when I'd groped her over her bra before, she'd reacted. And when I nudged that bra up out of the way, she looked outright interested. Sure, the size itself was a little disappointing…
Flick—
"Heuuung…"
…but she was getting worked up too. The second my fingers caught on that small nipple, I felt her breath turn hotter against me. That was it.
Flick, flick, flick—
"Heuuung… haup, tsup, jjuuuup… haum, jjuuup… haup, heeuuuup…"
I kept tapping her nipple, coaxing her mouth to get even rougher on my cock. Yeonwoo had her pride. Maybe she took me playing with her body as me climbing all over her—
"Jjuuuuup!!"
"Eut…"
—because she started sucking like everything before had just been a preview. Bobbing her head hard. Lashing the tip with her tongue. Stroking the head roughly with her palm. Before long, the pleasure she was forcing on me far outstripped anything I was doing to her.
"Yeonwoo… Yeonwoo, huuu…"
"Pfhu…"
I was getting close. The second I told her, she pulled my cock out of her mouth—but—
"Euheung… Are you about to come?"
"Huuuu…"
—she kept rubbing the head with her spit-slick palm, which only made the pleasure spike higher.
"Haa… I'm coming."
"Heung… Okay. I'll make you come. Hauuup—."
Even then, "I'll make you come." I could already picture exactly what sex with Yeonwoo would look like…
Spurt—! Spurt, spurt, spuuurt—!!
"Huheheheung…"
"Huuuu…"
But for now, I focused on filling that little mouth of hers with my cum. Last time she'd tasted it once and gone ugh—
"Euum… euup, up…"
—but this being the second round, Yeonwoo swallowed it down pretty smoothly, gulp after gulp. Of course…
"…Eueeu…"
…the bitter taste and smell were still there, and she couldn't quite hide the face she made. Then—
"…Chuk—."
—embarrassed that I'd seen it, she pretended nothing was wrong and licked off the last traces of cum still clinging to my cock. Once she'd finished cleaning me up on her own, Yeonwoo sat back properly in the passenger seat, looking thoroughly pleased with herself.
"…You must've really liked that, oppa?"