Take It Off — I'll Suck You Off Four Times

Thud—!

An Jihye slammed the passenger-side door shut with a gesture full of pure irritation.

If anyone else had done that, my brow would have furrowed hard — but coming from Jihye, it somehow didn't bother me much.

…Though the jolt that ran through the car still made my heart flinch like it had taken the hit itself.

"What about dinner? Want to grab something and head in like last time?"

"…J-just go. We can order delivery once we're there, or pick something up on the way."

It wasn't just anyone. The way An Jihye was fidgeting like this looked like living proof of how desperate she was — and that alone was enough to tug one corner of my mouth up into a smirk.

With an expression just like that.

"Let's eat first. I'm starving right now — can't function like this."

"No, just—!"

I put a little delay on An Jihye's already fraying nerves.

"Hmm, what sounds good… Jihye, anything you're craving?"

"As…"

"As?"

"……."

No way.

Assistant Manager.

Assistant Manager's cock.

Assistant Manager's cum.

She hadn't been about to say something like that and then freeze up mid-word… right?

It was an utterly ridiculous, completely asinine thought, but…

"…Just pick whatever's closest and go. Hurry."

Looking at An Jihye's face — flushed deep red as she snapped at me — that brain-dead theory of mine didn't seem quite so impossible after all.

But there was one thing I couldn't forget here.

The reason I was dragging this out wasn't to torment her for no reason. It was to push An Jihye right up to the edge of her limit.

…She was wound tight with need — but so was I.

"We'll grab something decent on the way and take it in."

"……."

I pulled out of the parking garage and, on the road toward the motel district, stopped at a handmade burger place. I ordered two random combo sets to go, then climbed back into the car.

And held the paper bag out toward An Jihye.

"Hold this for me."

Without thinking much of it.

An Jihye reached out to take the bag I offered. People instinctively go for the handles of a bag — that's just how it works.

But on those handles…

Tap—

My fingers were there, and for a split second they brushed against hers.

Of course.

"Ahhhn…!"

The instant our hands touched, An Jihye let out a shattered little cry and shuddered hard through her whole body.

I put on a face of pure concern.

"Whoa whoa whoa — Jihye, are you okay?"

Tap—

I shifted the bag to ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠my left hand and set my right on her shoulder.

"Hieuk…!"

Another point of contact.

And this time, the touch…

"Hh, haaah… haah, nn…!"

…kept going. An Jihye's body started trembling in fine, continuous shivers in the passenger seat.

Watching her like that ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠only wound me up tighter myself.

No choice, then.

Rustle—!

I set the paper bag down gently by her feet…

"Haaaah… hh, haaaaah…."

"Jihye, are you really okay? If you're not feeling well, we can do this later."

"I-it doesn't matter, just hurry… hurry and go, hurry…."

"You're sure you're fine? Your face is incredibly red right now."

"I'm fine, so… please, just fucking drive already…!"

I confirmed the tears welling in those catlike eyes, then finally took my hand off her body.

And headed for the motel district.

On a weekday — a Monday, no less — the number of people visiting motels was low, but it was still rush hour after work. Traffic crawled a little, and the estimated time to the motel we'd used before was about ten minutes.

I snuck a glance.

Pretending to check the right-side mirror, I studied An Jihye.

What to do.

Keep tormenting her for the full ten minutes… or let her get her head back on straight a little.

I hesitated for only a moment — then decided to leave her alone for these ten minutes.

The first time I'd had sex with An Jihye…

Back then she'd already been half out of her mind, teetering on the edge, and we'd done it while she was barely coherent. Midway through, the pleasure had hit so hard it actually snapped her back to herself — and for a brief stretch she'd returned to that sharp-tongued, vicious self of hers.

But today…

I wanted to taste that vicious edge of hers from the very start. So I shut off every bit of attention toward her and just drove.

We arrived at the unmanned motel.

"Park the car."

"Huh? No, at least let me park properly before we get out…"

"I'll go grab a room first. Just stop the car."

"…Fine."

I hadn't touched her once for a full ten minutes.

Even so, enough heat must have still been lingering in her — An Jihye climbed out of the car before I even told her to get out.

Since I was letting her clear her head anyway…

I parked at a leisurely pace, then walked into the motel entrance at an even more unhurried stride.

"Hurry up."

"I'm the one who called you because I wanted this, so why are you the one in more of a rush?"

"…F-fuck, just shut up and get over here…!"

An Jihye had already finished picking a room and paying. She called me over, grinding her teeth hard enough to chew through them.

Push her any further and I might actually catch a slap for my trouble — so I just shrugged once and followed her into the elevator.

Ding—

We rose to the third floor.

An Jihye stepped out of the elevator ahead of me, tapped the keycard against the door of Room 302, and opened it at once.

Then she jammed the keycard into the slot by the entrance.

Kicked off her shoes in a rush.

And strode even faster into the room.

But that was as far as it went.

"I'm going to wash up first… or would you rather go first, Jihye?"

"……."

She wanted it now. Immediately. Right this second.

But if she did that, there was the problem of a full day's worth of grime built up on her body. The thought of those impurities clinging to me touching her was repulsive enough — and the idea of me licking the filth off her own skin was just as bad.

That was exactly how it'd gone last time.

And if I went first… she might not be able to hold down the heat already burning through her while she waited for me to finish.

In that case…

"…I'll go first."

"Alright."

Well — maybe she was planning a cold shower to keep her head on straight.

That worked for me.

Just like I'd thought in the car, it meant I'd get to see An Jihye spitting vicious curses while still fully conscious.

An Jihye grabbed a robe and towel to change into and disappeared into the bathroom. A moment later…

Shhhhhhhhhh—!

The hard rush of water pouring down filled the room.

In the meantime, I picked up my phone and checked my relationship with An Jihye.

"Hmm…"

It wasn't bad as it stood.

But if I had sex with her while keeping the current relationship intact… An Jihye might actually lose her mind for real.

It was sex, after all. Cock and pussy had to stay in contact the whole time — and we'd be at it for hours.

Just a brush of hands had gotten her that worked up. If we went at it in this state…

"I should nerf this a little."

…She might stop being An Jihye altogether.

What would work best…

"Ah."

This was perfect.

That goddamn personality of An Jihye's… every time she came, reporting it in a thin, fragile little voice. The thought alone was insanely hot.

And the person she had to report to suited superior far better than plain man.

So I shifted the "owes a debt to" modifier over to the second relationship slot and locked in the new arrangement with An Jihye.

And just to be safe — knowing her personality, she might try to grit her teeth and hold it in — I slapped an Enhanced tag on the third relationship as well.

"Done."

Creeeak…

"Hah…"

Just as I finished setting the relationships, An Jihye stepped out of the bathroom, shower done.

She wasn't in her office look anymore — just a motel robe — but nothing could hide the elements that made An Jihye uniquely, devastatingly hot.

Those catlike eyes, sharper than before after a cold shower to clear her head.

The line of her cleavage visible between the open edges of the robe — she'd stripped down to nothing underneath.

That slender waist cinched even tighter by the robe's belt.

And below that… her hips, looking even wider thanks to the thick fabric of the robe.

That was An Jihye for you.

"Take out what you brought earlier."

"Hm? Brought what?"

"The burgers you bought. I'm eating."

"Ah. Right."

There was no sense of dissonance at all in that commanding tone ordering me to set out the burgers.

Rustle rustle.

I pulled out the burgers, fries, and drinks without fuss.

Then — chomp.

Unlike An Jihye, who took a rather cute little bite of her burger in a way that didn't suit her personality at all, I tore through mine at a decent clip.

And then…

Tap—

Reaching for a fry, my hand brushed lightly against hers.

"Mmph…"

Even with the relationship gone, the residue of it remained.

It was weaker than when the "climax on contact" relationship had been active — but An Jihye still flinched hard enough to notice.

And more than anything…

"What's wrong?"

"…N-nothing."

Her eyes.

That haughty, vicious, arrogant catlike gaze of An Jihye's held a flicker of fear.

But… if she'd still been in the state from earlier, it might have been different. Right now, An Jihye had her wits about her.

And with only the residue of the second relationship left, she recovered quickly enough and started sucking hard on her cola.

In the meantime—

"Alright, I'll go wash up too."

"……."

Whether she answered or not, I didn't care. I headed into the bathroom to shower.

A man's shower is a quick skip.

When I stepped back out…

"…Hah."

She seemed to have pulled herself together quite a ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠bit since I'd last touched her. An Jihye was perched on the edge of the bed, snorting through her nose at me.

Arms crossed.

Legs crossed.

Chin turned away.

And a face with her brow twisted up tight — if you turned the concept of "discomfort" into a person, it would look exactly like An Jihye right now.

But…

"You ate too, Jihye, so at least go brush your teeth."

"What for? It's not like I'm going to kiss you, Assistant Manager."

"I wasn't planning on kissing you either. But think about how you looked last time we did it."

"…What about last time?"

"Don't you remember how hard you were panting? Every time you did that, if burger breath came rolling out of your mouth, it'd kind of kill the mood for me."

"……."

Hit with something she clearly hadn't considered at all, An Jihye uncrossed her arms in a flicker of fluster.

Even she could tell that wasn't ideal… or rather — she always had to be perfect, and the idea of me smelling burger on her breath was just too humiliating.

"…Wait."

An Jihye's expression snapped back to vicious as she headed into the bathroom.

"Hmm… so how should I start this?"

In the meantime, I sat on the edge of the bed where she'd just been and considered how to make An Jihye's "reports" even more delicious.

But before that question could resolve itself—

Creak—

An Jihye finished brushing her teeth, stepped out of the bathroom, and fixed me with a flat stare.

"……."

"……."

A brief standoff.

Then—

"Hah… so as long as I get you off four times, we're good, right?"

"Hm? Well, that's not wrong."

"And if I get you off those four times… those four points of mileage disappear too?"

"That's right."

She must have been ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠thinking something over while she brushed. An Jihye's mouth curved into a crooked little smile.

"Then take it off. I'll suck you off four times with my mouth."

Oh… she'd actually put some thought into that one.