Sex Partner (2)
"Master."
It was a title I’d heard until I was sick of it, even though I’d never once ordered anyone to call me that, back when I was overlapping bodies with the practice dolls. "Master…, …heung. Master…." To hear that cliché title now, not from anyone else, but in the voice of Han Su-a. …It’s not half bad.
"…Is it that good? Calling me Master?"
"…Ah, …should I not…?"
Han Su-a, who had been lying sprawled out on the bed, climbed on top of me. She pressed her still-fully-erect cock firmly against my vulva, flicking her lion tail and acting all cute.
"…I don’t hate it."
"Then…, …can I keep doing it…?"
Until just a moment ago, she’d been saying things like, I want to quit being your sex partner, or I won’t have sex anymore, or Don’t touch my body, no sex, absolutely no lewd acts. But after I’d thrust my hips into her a few times, she’d crumbled. She began to show me all sorts of aegyo—the kind that felt completely out of place given her cold appearance, and yet, because of that very coldness, was infinitely more arousing.
"…Do as you like."
"You don’t hate it, right?"
"If I had to choose, I’d say I like it."
"…Then just say you like it instead of making it so complicated…."
"I’ve gotten a little tired of being called Master while having sex."
"…Yozora doesn’t call you Master."
"Not her…. There was someone else. Someone like that."
"…And now?"
"I said there was. …Past tense. Don’t you get it?"
"…."
At the mention of another woman, she’d let out a visibly dejected sound, but at my sweet-talking lie that she was the only one now, her lion ears—which had been folded back—perked up, and she beamed. She was someone who couldn’t hide her emotions as well as she thought, and she became quite cute when she let them show. She wasn’t just Han Su-a, born with a silver spoon in her mouth as part of the Hanseol Group; she was Han Su-a, a mutant-type transcendental, busy rubbing her hips back and forth on top of my precum-slicked cock. What man could hate hearing honorifics spill from the lips of such a dirtily cute woman?
…So.
"…Su-a."
Tap. Tap.
I raised my upper body to make it easier for her to approach, and pointed with my finger at my tongue, which I’d left resting on my lower lip.
"…Shall we? …A kiss."
"…Why are you asking that? I’ve never said anything about a ban on kissing until now."
"D-don’t tease me…."
Han Su-a’s thighs. Her breasts. Her arms. Even her lips. Everything. Directly. I made her cling to me so she could kiss me properly.
"…Ungh…, phue…, chup……."
With her arms wrapped around my neck, she moved her tongue—lick, lick—between our wet lips. I was giving her the chance to practice how to please a man.
"Phu-hap…, chu…, ugh, ung……."
She had only just brought up the idea of wanting sex; she wasn’t perfectly broken in yet. So, this was the stage where I had to slowly refine her, now that she’d expressed interest in sex. If she came out with something like I want to quit being your sex partner again like she did this time, it would get annoying. I had to make sure I did the work now. …So she couldn’t stop having sex. …So she couldn’t turn her eyes to any man other than me. I had to thoroughly tame her so that her body, already weak to pleasure, would crumble even further under it.
"…You’re terrible at kissing."
"…Is, is this not… how you do it…?"
"If you’re just going to lick around like a puppy, what’s the difference between you and a dog?"
"…Puppy…."
"…Want to try wrapping your arms around my neck again? Like before."
"…."
Sometimes slow. Sometimes sticky. …I taught Han Su-a, who still didn’t know what was right, the way I liked to kiss, without caring about anyone else’s preferences.
"…Hoo…, …lift your hips."
"…Ahk…. Haa…."
Perhaps it suited her taste; as soon as I pulled away from her half-lidded eyes, I gave the command. I then guided her hips—she had obediently straightened her knees—and aligned the tip of my glans with her slippery entrance. I began the insertion slowly, tantalizingly, and gently pulled her hips down myself.
"Wait…. Just a second…."
"…."
Every time my glans pressed against the insanely tight vaginal walls. Every time Han Su-a’s hips, already in the midst of a light climax, jerked and froze. Every time her arms, clutching me, tightened with force. I ignored her as she clung to me, muttering for me to stop for a second with a trembling voice.
"Ha…, haa…."
I persistently pulled her hips down until she, already leaking enough fluid to soil my lower abdomen, could take me all the way to the root of my cock. Until her clitoris touched my lower belly.
"…Well done."
"Heh-aek…, heh…, Seo Woo-jin…."
A half-hearted compliment.
"Then now…. …You have to move. Su-a."
"…Let me rest, just a little…."
"We just started the insertion, what are you resting for?"
"My, my head is just…. It’s all black…, and white…."
"…Lift your hips."
"I, I can’t lift them…."
"…I’ll do one thing you want to try with me."
"…."
"…Hurry."
"…."
Pretending to be generous. A small carrot.
"……, …. ……?! …. ……♡"
She gobbled up that little carrot without a hint of suspicion. She hugged me tight—I was just enjoying the situation—and lowered her head so she could look up at me. …Just as I’d taught her, though she was still incredibly clumsy, she intertwined her tongue as best she could and lifted her hips with all her might.
"…Ah, Teacher, your chest…, you can’t touch it right now…."
"…."
"Teacher…. You really can’t…."
"…Are you calling me Teacher again?"
"If I call you… Master, you’ll get excited and touch me more…."
"…."
"Ungh…. No, no, no…. Tea-cher, really can’t…?!"
I gave her a pleasant reward she would like.
"…Su-a."
"Heh-aek…, heh………."
"It’s fine to pant while hugging me."
"Ha, haa…. Ugh……."
"Can you lift your hips just a little more?"
"……."
Far from listening, she let out a shameful sound—pyu-ut…, pyut…, …jjoreureu—and was on the verge of going limp.
"…If only you feel good, that’s just masturbation."
"I’m, I’m sorry…."
Han Su-a, who had done nothing particularly wrong, buried her nose in my shoulder and mumbled an apology. I hugged her waist tightly so she wouldn’t fall over.
"…What are you sorry for?"
"…I, I felt good all by myself…. I’m sorry……."
I took the cock she had spent thirty seconds or so finishing with, and pulled her hips down again.
"Coc…k……, it’s deep……."
As deep as possible. I pushed my cock into the deepest place it could go and enjoyed the pleasure of her irregular tightening as she climaxed.
"…Can I feel good now, too?"
"It’s, it’s fine…. You can feel good…."
"You were having a really hard time earlier. …Are you okay?"
"I’m fine…. Just, don’t mind me……?!"
Perhaps it was because I, who had been lying comfortably with only my upper body raised, suddenly moved. Han Su-a looked at me with eyes full of a little fear and a lot of curiosity. I supported her buttocks and got off the bed.
"…Hey, Seo Woo……."
"…."
"…Master…."
"…."
"…Master…. Master…."
"…."
I hadn’t really thought of a destination…. But that looks good. The door. I carried Han Su-a to the front of it, and then pressed her back firmly against the tightly closed door.
"…Chup, phu-hap……."
I continued a noisy kiss with Han Su-a, who had gone quiet with only her ears and cheeks dyed bright red. …Of course, as far as noise goes.
"……Ugh…. Ungh…. Ha-ugh…ugh……."
The sound of our skin slapping together as Han Su-a hung on me, relying on my arms.
"Heh…, ung, o-ugh…, Mas, Master……."
The sound of Han Su-a’s voice as she muttered, rubbing her bangs against my chest because it was too hard to keep her head up.
"What if… we get caught…."
"…Caught doing what?"
"The sound, it’s too loud…. The lady will hear…."
"…She went out. You idiot."
"…Ah, she went… out…. That’s right…."
"…."
"…I didn’t have to hold back the sound…."
Thump, thump. Thump. Thump.
While I held her thighs and pressed her against the door, I was burying my cock inside her so frantically and breathlessly that it was probably much quieter than the dull, thudding noise echoing through the room—or outside it.
"Ung-geuk…, …ah, hot…, chu…u……."
…Just one thing. Because I’d filled her womb—which hadn’t even finished draining my previous semen—with fresh, sticky semen until it overflowed and dripped out.
"…Han Su-a."
"Ye, yes…."
"……."
"…Ah. …Yes."
A moment later. Except for the sound of leaving suspicious saliva stains on the door.
If he’d wanted to, he could have just kept the relationship going to enjoy my face or body. If not that, he could have threatened me in various ways to get money. Really, I’d been abandoned by Seo Woo-jin as cleanly as one could possibly be—so cleanly that the word "clean" didn’t even do it justice.
"O-ugh…, ugh…, I’m… coming…, coming…."
The fact that he dumped me even though he knew my tastes meant he wasn’t particularly interested in my kind of tastes. The fact that he dumped me after seeing my face and body meant he wasn’t interested in a woman like me. …Or, it meant there was a woman better than me. The fact that he dumped me without resorting to threats meant that the benefit of doing so was far smaller than the hassle.
Vrrr-vrrr-
I pressed the noisy massager, slick with my own fluids, against my clitoris and let out a scoff. It’d been about nine hours, I guess. My ability to think was shot to hell, probably because I’d been masturbating until the moon was high in the sky, but I could at least think this much. I’m actually on the smarter side, you know.
V-v-
"You impotent… bastard…. Heh-heung…. Ung-hik……."
What a joke. Really. If he’d realized a woman of my caliber was trying to get raped, shouldn’t he have locked me away and fucked me for 48 hours a day starting that very day? At the very least, if I’d broken the common sense of some pretty, innocent girl and offered her up, shouldn’t he have considered that contribution and gotten me pregnant before dumping me? Ah, maybe he ran away because he wasn’t confident he could get me pregnant in one go? Ah, whatever. Forget it. I’m going to find a new Master who’s better looking than you, has a bigger cock, more money, is ripped, and has such a high sex drive that he’s erect all day long. I can live just fine without someone like you. Just you wait. Damn it….
"…? What’s this…?"
Vrrr-vrrr-
A cuter vibration sound coming from beyond the noisy vibration. I wiped my hand on the sofa leather, feeling limp, and slowly picked up my phone.
But what was written there was just a string of sentences from a "friend" I’d known for a while, scratching at someone else’s wounds.
Tsk, I clicked my tongue. I typed out a rough reply on KakaoTalk and flopped back down onto the sofa.