The Beginning of Thirst
Namgoong Min's fingertips grazed Yoon Eun-jung's pelvis, slowly dragging her panties downward. The tightly stretched white fabric rolled smoothly along her sleek thighs as it descended.
Haah... He's not thinking anything strange about me, is he?
With her eyes closed, Eun-jung lifted her hips and bottom just enough to help him, only to feel a wave of embarrassment at her own compliance. A soft tap sounded as the panties finally slipped free and caught briefly on her foot.
The bedroom's gentle lighting wrapped her naked body in a soft glow. Lying on the sheets with her eyes shut, Eun-jung could have sworn she heard her own heartbeat thundering in her ears. Even through closed lids she felt the heat of Namgoong Min's intense gaze traveling over every inch of her bare skin. The sheer power of that stare made her instinctively press her thighs together and turn her head aside. Her tightly clenched eyelids fluttered uncontrollably.
Under the light, Eun-jung's nude form was perfection itself—flawless lines and lush volume. Her milky, translucent skin had flushed a deep rose from fierce arousal. Her full breasts, slightly flattened by her position, still held their firm, teardrop shape. The perfectly round pink areolas centered on them framed thick, erect nipples that stood out prominently, betraying her tension.
Namgoong Min's eyes roamed slowly, savoring every detail. Beneath skin like white jade, her narrow waist accentuated extreme femininity. The flare of her hips completed a sensual curve that could stop any man's breath. She possessed the ideal proportions of a doll: generous yet elegant breasts, a slender waist, and wide, voluptuous hips and bottom that flowed together in perfect harmony.
And then there was the spot that had captured his attention from the start—the heat radiating from between her pressed thighs. The way she had twisted her body slightly in shame only emphasized the elegant line running from her breasts down through her waist to her pelvis. Gripping the sheets with both hands, eyes squeezed shut, she unknowingly stoked the flames of his conquest lust even higher.
She felt his hands settle on her knees. The slow increase of pressure told her he was about to spread her open.
Haah... What do I do... It's finally happening...
Her slender legs, trembling with equal parts shame and eager anticipation, gradually parted. A wave of humid heat rolled out, carrying the thick, sweet scent of lilies.
With her thighs fully open, her neatly waxed, plump mound glistened, thoroughly soaked with arousal. The sight left her mortified.
Haah.... Director... This is too embarrassing. Just hurry up and...
She had dated a few times before her acting debut, but had never gone all the way. Fear at a young age, anxiety about entering the entertainment industry—there were many reasons, but the biggest was simply that she had never felt certain enough. So at twenty-eight she had remained a virgin... until tonight. The door she had dreamed of for so long was finally opening beneath the hands of the perfect man.
Another hot breath brushed her trembling lower lips. Then came the gentle touch of fingers sliding over her slick folds.
"Hngh... Mmm... Haah..."
His thumb stroked her slowly, coaxing the delicate inner lips to part like petals. The narrow entrance, quivering and leaking transparent nectar, came into view between the plump outer lips. As those lips spread wider under his persistent rubbing, the small, ruby-colored pearl of her clitoris emerged, cute as a tiny bead.
"Haah... Haah... Mmm... Haah..."
Low, sweet moans slipped from Eun-jung's lips under the steady stimulation. Then Min's fingers gripped the trembling folds and spread them wide apart. The entrance fluttered as if breathing; inside, the glossy red walls of her vagina writhed visibly, pushing out more clear fluid with every twitch.
The sheer shame of having her legs and most intimate place opened and examined made Eun-jung speak.
"Haah... Director, not so— Hup!"
Her words cut off as Min's mouth covered her sex completely, sucking greedily. The fierce licking and sucking over her entire mound made her back arch like a bow as a scream-like moan tore free.
"Kyaaak! Haang... Haeung... Ngh... Haah..."
Her legs had somehow ended up over his shoulders, trembling violently with pleasure. Burying his face between her supple thighs, Min sucked on her whole pussy before stiffening his tongue and slowly pushing it inside her tight entrance.
"Hngh... Ah.... Haah..... Ahh... D-Director.... Mmm... Haah..."
She could feel every wriggle of his hot tongue against her inner walls. At the same time, the subtle movements of his lips sucking on her folds kept teasing her swollen clitoris, making it twitch up and down.
"Haah... Haah... Director, there... right there is— Hng!"
Ignoring her plea, Min pressed his face even deeper. The clear nectar flowing from her entrance coated his lips and chin, but he licked up every drop as if it were too precious to waste. Each stroke of his burning tongue against her sensitive membranes blanked her mind with pleasure.
"Haah... Mmm! Ah, ah...!"
Biting lightly, licking, sucking, then thrusting his tongue deep and stirring—she couldn't think straight. The explicit act happening between her legs felt like a dream. Namgoong Min—the living legend of Korean soccer, the man standing at the peak of Four Square Entertainment—was burying his face between her thighs like a beast, devouring her. The mere thought sent her spiraling into even deeper ecstasy.
"Ah... Aah! Aang! D-Director... I... Hngh... Wait! Haah... I feel... strange... Aang!"
Even as mind-melting pleasure flooded her, the thought of spraying her juices on his face filled her with shame and made her twist. Yet Min refused to let go, sucking persistently. Finally her thighs clamped around his head as climax crashed over her. Her vaginal walls convulsed wildly, gushing hot nectar straight into his mouth.
Pshhh. Pshuuuu—
Gulp. Gulp.
Min drank deeply, determined not to lose a single drop of the sweet, sticky fluid. The shameless sound of him swallowing what she had released rang in her ears like he was savoring the finest drink.
"Ha... Hngh.... D-Director... Haah... That..."
Eun-jung couldn't finish her sentence, but Min kept swallowing, his throat working visibly. When he finally lifted his head, his lips and chin glistened with the evidence of her orgasm. He licked them once, slowly, then met her dazed, pleasure-drunk eyes.
"Huu... Eun-jung. I was thirsty anyway, but this is incredibly delicious."
His blunt, shameless words made her face burn crimson again.
"Haah.... I-I don't know... Haah.... You're awful..."
She lay there naked, arms spread, legs still open, hips and belly twitching. Shame lingered somewhere in the back of her mind, but the overwhelming pleasure had left her barely aware of how she looked.
Still breathing hard, she heard him say,
"But Eun-jung, I haven't even started yet. What should we do about that?"
Her body jolted. She sat up, watching in a daze as he peeled off his shirt, then spoke carefully.
"Then... I'll..."
The unspoken meaning was clear: Since you pleased me, now I'll please you, Director.
Now down to his underwear, Namgoong Min glanced at her and gave a crooked smile.
"Will you?"
Eun-jung adjusted her posture, moving into a kneeling position as he approached. Staring at his lower body right in front of her face, she swallowed nervously. Even through the fabric, his massive erection loomed inches from her nose.
After the briefest hesitation, her slender white hand grasped the waistband and pulled down.
Boing—
"Ah! Haah..."
His enormous cock, freed halfway, sprang upward with powerful elasticity. Seeing a man's organ up close for the first time, Eun-jung's face flushed scarlet and her breathing turned ragged. Thick veins bulged along the shaft. It was far bigger and thicker than she had imagined, leaving her momentarily stunned.
It's too... Haah... It's way too big and thick. Will something like this even fit in my mouth? Or... down there?
As she froze, Namgoong Min smiled down at her.
"Feeling shy, Eun-jung? Are you just going to keep staring?"
"Ah... No... It's... my first time."
"You don't have to force yourself. Shall we skip straight to the next part?"
"No, I'm fine. I'm... ready!"
Steadying her racing heart with a small breath, Eun-jung carefully wrapped her fingers around his cock.
!!! ...It's so warm.
Her small hand trembled at the sensation—hard yet smooth, warm, completely new. Looking at the glistening precum coating his swollen glans, she pursed her lips and brought them close.
Chu—
Starting with a light kiss, her small, cherry-like lips parted and slowly took him in.
Slurp. Sluurp. Slurp.
Her first attempt at fellatio was clumsy, but she grew more confident with every passing second. She moved her head back and forth, taking as much of him as she could. Occasionally she swirled her tongue and lips around the shaft, sucking slowly, then wrapping tightly. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead.
"Mmph... Ump... Ump... Uuump..."
Her awkward tongue and mouth seemed to excite him even more; she felt his cock swell thicker inside her.
"Huu.... Eun-jung... That feels incredible, but excuse me for a moment."
"Uuump? Ump.."
With his cock still in her mouth, she looked up questioningly. His hand settled gently on the back of her head.
Thrust—
"Uuuump!!"
His length drove straight into her throat. He pulled back slightly, then thrust deep again. His hips moved faster and faster.
"Ump. Ump. Ump. Uump."
The sudden increase in speed brought tears to her eyes.
Ah, it's... hard. I feel like I can't breathe.
Her hands clutched his thighs tightly as breathing became a struggle.
Should I... tell him to stop? It's too much... too much...
Her jaw ached. Her mouth was completely full, making even breathing difficult. Tears blurred her vision and her head spun. Yet at the same time, an unfamiliar, primal pleasure bloomed beneath the discomfort. She wanted him to stop... but she also desperately wanted him to keep going. Her mind went completely white.
If this continues... if this keeps up...
The exact moment breathing grew almost impossible, she felt his body suddenly tense.
Ah, is this...?
Spurt. Spurtt—
Gluck. Gluck.
Thick, hot semen erupted from the tip buried in her throat, flooding her mouth. She swallowed reflexively, her throat visibly working as the burning liquid slid down. Her face—messy with sweat, tears, and his cum—was more erotic than any scene from a film.
Before she knew it, the shame inside her heart had vanished. In its place rose an even greater, deeper thirst.