The Department Goddess Who Rejected My Confession, Kim Juhee (2)
Juhee had been pretty since she was little, and men had been making their moves on her for as long as she could remember. She was the one in a position to choose, and they were always the ones scrambling to look good for her.
So she picked and picked, and dated a few of them. Flawless men, every one—and still, not a single relationship lasted a full month. Every time, the same thought found her.
There's nothing manly about him.
Then why not just go out with a manly man? Unfortunately, Juhee herself had no idea what the manliness she wanted even was. It was only some abstract feeling. So this time she chose a man who wasn't merely handsome—tall, and built well besides.
That man was Choi Hyeongju.
Gentle, contrary to his looks. Always listening to what she wanted, always considerate. And yet, strangely, she never once felt that he was manly. In the end, walking out of the house today, Juhee made herself a promise.
If I still don't feel it on today's date, we break up.
And so she met Choi Hyeongju. Today of all days, he whined about going to a motel. They'd already been dating more than three weeks, he said, and holding himself back with a girlfriend this pretty was simply too hard.
And what do you want me to do about it. Not my problem.
What little feeling she had left was already cooling when Choi Hyeongju started talking nonsense—something about teleportation, something about who did he think he was. Then, out of nowhere, he announced they were going to lunch. The man who usually asked whether she wanted this or that came out with it all at once.
"I've decided. We're having jeyuk—spicy stir-fried pork. You told me to handle it, so no complaints. Follow me."
Thump, thump—
A jolt shot through her lower belly. At the same time the strength ran out of Juhee's legs, and in the end she had no choice but to catch Choi Hyeongju's arm.
She was bewildered. She had never felt a sensation this strange. The confusion didn't last, though—not with Choi Hyeongju stuffing himself on jeyuk and then, saying they ought to go rest, bringing up the motel all over again. Clean, bright anger surged up through her chest. Set on breaking up then and there, she screamed and let him have it. Now he would beg, say he was sorry, and grab at her—and even then, Juhee meant to shove him off without mercy.
But.
This man got angry instead, and dragged her along, rough.
Thump—♥
Again her lower belly—no, her womb—answered.
Hah... again...
This time it even felt as if her wetness had run down between her thighs.
I must be out of my mind. Why am I like this.
Juhee wanted the damp, unpleasant feeling dealt with at once.
I want to get to a bathroom and wipe it off. I'll step into the room, take care of it fast, and get out.
But by the time she came back to herself, she was already kneeling in front of Choi Hyeongju.
Panties soaked through.
(Oh my. Our Gallery Boy was into this?)
Could you... keep it down a little? I am extremely flustered right now.
(About what?)
This whole kind of thing is a first for me, and Kim Juhee here is moving exactly the way I want. Do I maybe have a real knack for handling women?
(You're full of shit.)
Rui shook her head. Yeah. I knew that too. A knack, my ass. Kim Juhee was just weird. In SM terms, was she a sub?
That aside, it really had caught me off guard. The cold, cutting Kim Juhee in my memory—I never thought she would actually go so far as to kneel.
Anyway, if I wanted to live, I had to finish what I'd started. But what was I supposed to do now?
Know anything about SM, Love Fairy Rui?
(Nope?)
And if you don't know, that's the end of it?
Rui nodded. I barely swallowed the urge to smack that infuriating Love-Fairy Failure.
Right—I was pretty sure I'd seen something about SM play on the gallery. Time to rake through my memory. Time to haul out everything years of gallery-lurking had piled up. First, though, I needed to buy a little time while I remembered.
"First off, how about we lose that stuffy-looking blouse?"
"It looks stuffy? Why...?"
"Because your tits are that big."
"Hnn♥"
Kim Juhee's whole body shivered. I'd wondered if this was too far, but it seemed to be landing. Wait—did she have a humiliation-play streak too? A complete pervert.
"What are you doing? Still not taking it off?"
"It's embarrassing..."
Kim Juhee dithered. The flush in her cheeks made her look cute, but I had no intention of going soft now. I grabbed a fistful of her glossy hair.
"Kyaa! What are you doing. That hurts."
"Juhee. Don't make me say it twice. Understood?"
"I... understand."
In that instant, blood rushed to my dick. Who knew polite speech, slipping out all on its own, could feel this good.
"Kehehe."
The moment I was sure, the laugh came by itself. I thought I finally had it. The more I took the lead, the harder Kim Juhee answered. The bitterness of an incel loser, and the humiliation I'd taken from her before—I was going to pay all of it back today.
I let go of her head. Slowly, she took the blouse off. A pink bra came into view.
I swallowed.
Kim Juhee's tits were fucking huge. Huge enough that the bra looked pitiful. I pressed the upper swell of one with my toe and spoke.
"Juhee. What size?"
"Hnn...♥ Seventy-five G."
(Oh... I'm jealous...)
Rui's look went bitter. I nodded.
(Hey, Gallery Boy. Why are you nodding! Huh?)
Noisy.
I flicked the bra.
"Take this off too."
"Yes..."
Kim Juhee brought her trembling hands around behind her back. A moment later, with a soft snap, the bra slid free. Pink areolae spread just right over those huge breasts, and at the center of each, a nipple standing proud.
"Oh. Pink nipples."
"Pink... nipples?"
"Yeah. Pink nipples. It's a compliment."
"Ah... yes."
Embarrassed, Kim Juhee looked away. I snatched a handful of her hair again.
"Agh! Why are you doing that?"
"Juhee. When someone compliments you, you say thank you. Isn't that right?"
"Y-you're right. I'm sorry. I'll say it properly."
Her whole body shook as she spoke. I let her hair go, slowly.
"Thank you for complimenting me by calling them pink nipples."
"......"
I didn't answer. I didn't like it. Kim Juhee, lost, started watching my face.
(You could just fuck her and be done. What are you even doing?)
Come on. They said the buildup is what matters in SM play. Just wait.
(Who?)
The people on our gallery!
(Gallery Boy, you trust those guys?)
Huh?!
That was a pretty sharp question. Yeah. Was I really supposed to trust a pack of shut-in losers who weren't much different from me? I nodded along. Rui shook her head, hard.
Ugh. Whatever.
But listen. If I don't trust them, then what? It's not like I've got another way. A man, once he starts, has to see it through.
I decided to keep going. That Love-Fairy Failure was only butting in and stirring up confusion.
Ptui.
(You want to die?)
Huh? What's with her.
Flames wavered in Rui's eyes. Not a joke. For real. The air had gone bad enough that I hurried to change what I'd been about to say.
I almost said ptui. Hehe...
The flames only got bigger. Backfire. So at a time like this...
I'm sorry. Please spare me. I'm still a male virgin. I don't want to die like this.
Nothing for it but to beg.
(Watch yourself.)
Yes, ma'am.
Rui's eyes went back to normal. I turned my attention to Kim Juhee again. She was still watching my mood. There had been something about her I hadn't liked...
Ah. Right.
"When you thank someone, you bow your head properly."
"Ah, yes. Thank you for complimenting me by calling them pink nipples."
Still on her knees, Kim Juhee bowed her head. It was satisfying enough. I wanted to grind her down further. On instinct I stretched out my foot and slowly stepped on her head. She flinched.
"Wait. Even so, this is a bit..."
First time facing anything like it—looked like some fight had woken up in her. Treating her as less than human; maybe that couldn't be helped. But this was exactly when you were supposed to push harder. Probably.
"Why are you talking down to me?"
I put more weight into my leg. Kim Juhee's attempt to lift her head died right there.
"Stop..."
Oh? Still not enough? I lifted my foot, meaning to push her away.
That was when—
Rui's voice, nothing like before. The pressure crashing down felt exactly like the Gallery Goddess who had made me what I was. I froze and looked at her. Rui shook her head.
Why so deadly serious...
Tch. Like this, I had no choice but to listen.
All right, all right. I'll do as the Love Fairy says.
I set my foot down and pulled Kim Juhee up.
"Sorry. I went a little too far."
"Yeah..."
She looked somewhat shaken. Had it really been too much? Thinking it over, maybe it had. She'd only just opened her eyes to this side of herself. Still, I had no thought of stopping. Rui herself had said the level from before was exactly right.
I sat on the edge of the bed again.
"Pink Nipples. Bring them here."
Lips pushed out as I said it. Hehe. I was going to eat those pink nipples. Going to eat them good.
"Ah..."
Kim Juhee let out a sigh. I couldn't tell whether it was a good one or a bad one. I didn't have to wonder long. After a hesitation, she shot to her feet.
Damn...
That body was a masterpiece no matter how many times I looked. My dick howled to be let out. I hissed through my teeth.
Not your turn yet. Wait quietly.
I was still laying down the law with it when—
Slrp.
Between my offered lips, one round, soft little bud slipped in.
Pink nipple!
Mm. Nom. I toyed with it on my lips, and then—smack, smack—I started sucking in earnest.
"Haaang♥ It tickles."
Kim Juhee twisted, but she didn't pull away. Thanks to that, I got to taste a top-grade nipple to my heart's content. Fuck. This was paradise. The tit of the Kim Juhee who had shot me down, in my mouth.
Long live our Gallery Goddess—long live, long live, long long live! A thousand years for our Rui—a thousand, a thousand, a thousand thousand years!
(Hold on. Why don't I get the long live?)
Ah, read the room. Want me to tell the Gallery Goddess that Rui is trying to stand as her equal?
(No...)
Eesh. Tsk. I'm trying to concentrate, and you keep interrupting.
"How long are you going to taste them...? Haaang♥"
The stimulation must have been strong. Kim Juhee was panting, and her face looked ready to take whatever I did. I decided it was time for the next step, and ordered her at once.
"Now get up on the bed and lie face down."
"Yes..."
Covering her swollen breasts with her hands, Kim Juhee crawled up onto the bed.
"Is face down like this all right?"
"No. Get your ass higher. Don't you know cat pose?"
"Ah... yes. I understand."
Damn.
At last, the picture I wanted. Those brutally huge G-cups hovering just shy of the sheets. A tight black skirt wrapping that lush ass, fluttering there with nothing to guard it. Fuck, it was so moving I nearly cried.
(Gallery Boy, are you crying?)
Rui. It's a figure of speech. Please, just stay out of it.
(Mm-hm.)
Ha. Listens well enough when she wants to. Good kid.
Anyway—time to really get a taste? I caught the hem of the skirt and rolled it up. And there, with a flourish, pink panties that matched the bra!
But what was this. See-through, no less? The cleft of Kim Juhee's ass showed through, blatant as anything. Was the first pair of panties I ever saw allowed to be this stimulating? I was going to die!!!
Get it together. Humiliating, if I started gushing a nosebleed here. I took one deep breath on the inside, then slowly drew the panties aside.
At last. My first real pussy, in the flesh.
In that moment—
"Whoa... holy shit."
I couldn't hold it.
"Juhee. You've got a shaved pussy?"
Holy moly, shit! Granted an audience with a smooth, soft, hairless pussy!!! Mouth clamped shut, I stared hard at the view, glistening with her arousal.
How long had it been.
"Auuu... I'm embarrassed."
Kim Juhee's trembling voice finally dragged me back.
"Fuck... this looks so goddamn good."
"Aah. No. I haven't washed—it'll smell!"
As if she'd seen it coming, that I meant to taste her, Kim Juhee cried out in a panic. Unwashed—so what. Our Juhee's musky smell, I liked it even better! I shoved my face straight into that hairless pussy.
Slurp— slrrp.
I was sucking her arousal down like a starving man when her voice reached me.
"Hnn! It feels so good, Master!!!"
Okay. Slave No. 1, acquired.