The Vulgar Bitch's Anal Caress
"Spread your ass, oppa."
"Ugh... Serin."
Suk Ho-pil preferred calling her by her streaming handle, Jeup-serin, far more than her real name, Do Je-ni.
Tropic girlfriend.
The twenty-year-old Serin was riding a massive wave of popularity, her stock climbing higher every day. Fucking her meant claiming the very prize every man envied.
What the hell is she doing? Who taught her such shameless, explicit techniques?
Slurp, slurp, lick, lick, slurp, nibble, nibble—
Even without seeing her tongue, Ho-pil could feel it in his prone position. The wet muscle circled his asshole before invading the tight ring, stabbing deep into the sensitive inner walls.
The three major erogenous zones for humans are the genitals, nipples, and anus.
Yet it is surprisingly rare to find a woman willing to pleasure a man's asshole.
In the past, such acts were dismissed as something only red-light district whores would do. At best, it was the fake performance put on by massage parlor girls.
To perform such filthy, low-class service. For a young woman with such striking beauty to wield these skills was outright cheating.
"Ahh! Serin, that feels incredible. Fuck, push your tongue deeper..."
"Hmm? You like it, oppa?"
"Yeah. I love it. It feels way too good."
Ho-pil let her tongue worship his ass for a long time. The resolve he'd held when arriving at her place in Seongsu-dong—to suggest they stay just friends with benefits—had already shattered.
"Want me to suck your balls too?"
"Hell yes. That'd be perfect."
He rolled onto his back. She immediately went on the offensive against his cock. Her tongue started at his perineum and dragged upward.
They say the tongue is the strongest muscle in the human body. Serin cleverly nibbled his balls, swirling her tongue as she worked higher until she swallowed his entire length.
Slurp... slurp... slurp... While sucking his dick, she looked up at him with provocative eyes, studying his expression.
The elite lawyer's dignified aura had completely vanished from Suk Ho-pil's twisted face.
All that remained was a pathetic male being toyed with by a woman's tongue.
Once his cock stood painfully hard, Serin climbed on top without hesitation.
"Oppa. Your dick's gotten so hard."
"Mmm."
"Hngh... Mmm..."
She closed her eyes, savoring the sensation of taking his cock into her pussy.
She had once told him the first thrust was always the most thrilling. Since Ho-pil wasn't a woman, he could only guess at the pleasure they felt, but he had heard female orgasms were roughly two and a half times stronger than a man's. Unlike men, who climax with ejaculation, women could experience multiple orgasms in a row.
"Serin. Do you like oppa's cock?"
"Yeah, I love it."
"Is it hard enough? Like a rock?"
"Yeah. Like a thousand-won glue stick."
"Heh, really?"
"Fuck, it's better than glue. It's scraping every inch inside my pussy."
Yet you're the one bouncing your ass up and down like you're holding in piss while swallowing my cock.
When Ho-pil looked down, he saw she had cleverly lifted her hips, rubbing only her entrance and his glans together.
Incredible. There's no way she's only done this a couple of times.
The concentrated vaginal muscles at her entrance, teasing the head of his cock, were a rare sensation.
If this vulgar bitch possessed such sex skills, he wanted to keep her around for the rest of his life.
Besides, she somehow gives off this pure-love vibe.
Having been betrayed by women multiple times, Ho-pil carried heavy prejudices.
Still, while he couldn't know everything about Jeup-serin's past, she was young. He wanted to believe she wasn't as calculating as those worn-out, bitter older women.
"Ahh! Oppa, your cock is so thick. I love it."
"Yeah? That's what they all say."
The women who slept with me always reached out right before ovulation.
That was why Han Seo-yoon seeing another man had been such a surprise. She had been the one to initiate the breakup. To suggest ending things after they had already held an engagement ceremony and promised marriage—it was hard to believe it had been her own decision. He suspected it was a scheme orchestrated by her father, Han Gu-tae, the lawyer, along with her twin sister Han Seo-rin.
"Is your erection going soft, oppa?"
"Ah... I just thought about work for a second."
"What? This has never happened before."
He opened his eyes and met her gaze. Below those eyes swayed her massive, heavy breasts.
Natural tits that hovered between D and E cups. The sight instantly sent blood rushing back to his cock.
"Ugh, Serin. Are you clenching on purpose?"
"Yeah."
She sank down fully, burying his cock inside her, then began working her inner muscles, kneading and massaging him.
A woman like this was a once-in-a-lifetime find. Feeling truly lucky, Ho-pil reached up with both hands and groped her breasts.
"Oh, you've got a belly button piercing."
"You only just noticed? I got it to look pretty for you, oppa."
Ho-pil pinched both her nipples and twisted them as he asked.
"You're not doing this belly button piercing just to milk donations from the soup addicts on your stream, are you?"
"Ow! Why are you pinching so hard? And those soup-crazed bastards think I don't have a boyfriend. If I just talk about some otaku anime, they throw money like crazy."
She began rocking her hips back and forth, eyes closed.
"Serin. Who taught you these moves?"
"Who taught me? I just do what feels good. Hngh, hngh."
Serin looked like a female rapist having her way with him.
These movements are purely for pleasure.
Panting heavily, her waist moved faster and faster.
Every violent thrust of the cock buried in her pussy started to hurt. The thick juices created obscene friction against her inner walls, and her pelvic bone kept grinding down hard on his shaft.
"Aack! Serin! Aaaack!!"
"Oppa, I'm cumming right now. I'm about to go, so shut up. Ahh, ahh, aaang! Aaang!!"
Thrashing wildly on top of him, Serin rode him like she was trying to crush him.
Her long hair whipped through the air from the intensity. Then, as if she could no longer hold back, she began grinding her hips in tight figure-eights.
"Auu! I'm cumming! Oppaaaa! It feels so fucking good!"
"Serin, stop. It really hurts. Aaah!!!"
But Serin ignored his pleas and suddenly leaned forward. Her lips covered his, sucking greedily.
At the same time, her ass pistoned his cock at blinding speed.
This is a first. I'm gonna cum. I'm cumming.
The sensation of her lips combined with her slippery, sucking pussy pushed him past the edge.
Ho-pil thrust his hips upward and began to ejaculate, pumping thick ropes of cum deep into her pussy with his bare cock.
Their joined bodies were soon drenched in semen.
"So this is what it feels like to be raped."
"Did you hate it?"
"No. Being raped by someone I love felt good."
"You don't hate me now, right?"
"No. Though I am starting to suspect you're a pleasure-sex addict."
"I only have you, oppa... now..."
'Now.' So she's admitting there were multiple men before.
He didn't press further. There was an old saying about covering a woman's past, after all.
He had no idea whether this light-assed, vulgar BJ bitch would continue selling her body or end up tangled with some passionate chairman in the future.
But the present mattered. He wanted to keep sleeping with Serin for as long as he could still fuck her.
Any man who had been devoured by her would feel the same way Suk Ho-pil did. That was exactly why she had attracted a stalker.
"The stalker isn't contacting you anymore, right?"
"Yeah. All thanks to you, oppa."
"That's right. It's all because of me."
"Hahaha! Oppa, what the hell is that?!"
"What? It's the truth."
"It sounds like a lame old-man joke. Cringe."
"By the way, wasn't that guy a teacher at Gangnam Girls' High?"
"Yeah. I don't know."
Jeup-serin had no hidden schemes. After dealing with nothing but calculating women, Ho-pil found her refreshing.
"There was a school violence incident at that girls' school."
Ho-pil told her everything that had happened. In return, Serin opened up about her own school days.
"They call that school violence? That's hilarious."
"Right? Kids these days, especially the ones in Gangnam, are the absolute worst. They're basically walking estrogen bombs. They ban soccer on the school field, ban competition during sports day, ban comparing grades. They raise them so weak that when they enter society and face survival of the fittest, it's a disaster. If society has a problem, maybe we should just ship those kids off to North Korea."
"Back in my day, we had real grit."
"Where did you grow up, Jeup-serin?"
"Me? Gangbuk."
According to her, there were already girls getting fucked in middle school. He wasn't entirely sure what she meant by "getting fucked," but she said there were even rare cases of upper-grade elementary girls messing around with older middle-school boys.
"Were you one of them?"
"No. You might not believe it, but I was too scared."
"I figured you weren't."
Because Jeup-serin was pure pink. Her image was pink, and her body was pink too.
"Thanks for believing me. That bastard kept calling me a slut."
"Who?"
"Those so-called passionate chairmen or whatever—those pathetic pushovers. What really pisses me off is how they pay a lot at first, then later beg for it for free."
That's literally a prostitute's confession.
The taste in his mouth turned bitter.
"Sorry about that. I don't even send you many donations. We're just enjoying each other."
"No, oppa, at least your face isn't busted. When those ugly-dicked pathetic Korean incel types make me do all sorts of disgusting shit, it makes me want to vomit."
"So doing it with them and doing it with me are completely different acts?"
"Duh? Of course they're different. That's work. What we have is love."
Her voice trembled. Tears suddenly glistened in her eyes.
Is this what they call a menhera?
She didn't go full promi fashion, but her mentality was pure menhera. Damn. He'd gotten involved with the wrong type. The sex was incredible, though.
"Of course. After my fiancée dumped me and I got kicked out of the firm, I realized something. I'm grateful for a woman who truly loves me, and for the place where I belong."
"That's right. I love you, oppa. You're the best boyfriend ever."
Still, she hasn't mentioned marriage yet. Better not even bring up the M-word.
"If we have a baby, what should we name it?"
Thud. What the—?
"Well... what should we name it..."
"Let's combine our names. First one, whether it's a boy or a girl."
"Then the name's gonna sound ridiculous. Ho-rin... or Se-pil... either way it's a little..."
"No, no. My real name is Do Je-ni. Did you forget already?"
"Hahaha, of course not. But it's still funny. Ho-ni, or Je-pil."
"Ho-ni? Ho-ni? Okay, let's go with Han. Seok Han."
"I don't know how we got there, but that's the best out of all of them."
Suk Ho-pil realized Jeup-serin hadn't become a top-tier BJ with just her body. She had sharp animal instincts.
"Want to go again?"
"Uh... sure."
"Turn over."
This time Ho-pil caressed her beneath the groin. Unlike the old, worn-out women, the twenty-year-old's pussy didn't have any rotten smell, and her labia were a fresh, pretty pink.
My cock gets rock hard even without Viagra.
He soon shoved his fully erect cock back into Serin's cum-drenched, sticky pussy.
"Ugh..."
"Does it hurt?"
"No."
"Then does it feel good?"
"...Yeah."
Ho-pil began thrusting roughly into her. Breathing hard, he leaned down, groping her breasts, wanting to fill her with another raw creampie. In this moment, he forgot all about revenge.