Absolutely No Sex With You (4)
So... it must've been around the time our company was expanding by doing all sorts of shady shit. I don't remember the exact year, but probably when I was about 21 in my previous life before regressing.
Unlike my grand ambition of "fucking a hero," I'd gone over a year without even touching one, so I was in a real funk. That's when some villain woman I'd never seen before struck up a conversation with me.
"Got a light?"
In a quiet smoking booth in Han River Park. She approached me first with those words.
Ah, nothing special about pegging her as a villain right off the bat. While I was flapping my sweat-soaked tracksuit to dry it off, she was dressed in thin, trashy clothes like she'd just come from some wild party somewhere. Tattoos, lettering, and piercings covering her cleavage, thighs, all over her body. She didn't give a damn about anyone else's stares.
Even in America, that outfit would've drawn dirty looks, let alone in Confucian Korea. High chance she was one of ours. Or just a slut with that kind of taste.
"Here."
"Heehee. Thanks. Nice voice you've got."
"...Just take it. Not much gas left."
"Yeah? Then I won't hold back~"
Whether the former or latter, getting tangled up with her screamed trouble. I handed over the lighter without meeting her eyes and shoved my hands in my pockets.
That's when she lit her cig with a tick, tick and asked, "You're with Yojora and that bear guy, right? The healing type."
"......"
Not surprised at all. Just annoyed. Lately, more and more people had been probing to recruit me to their side. Pretty face, though.
"Seo Woojin, yeah?"
"Yeah."
"More chill than I expected. 'Cause it's just us here?"
"Yeah."
"Live around here?"
"Yeah."
"Alone?"
"Yeah."
"Usually work out here this time of night? Saw you jogging briefly yesterday."
"Yeah."
"...No answers besides 'yeah'?"
"Nope."
If you're gonna ask if I'm switching sides, just get it over with. Not planning to join another group anyway. Piss off.
She'd barely smoked half when she stubbed it out in the ashtray.
"Anyway! Gimme your number."
"...Huh?"
"You got a phone, right? Yours or someone else's."
"Why? If you've got something to ask, just—"
"Huh? I live nearby too. Figured we could fuck sometime when schedules line up."
"......"
"What? Not into me? No way... Muscle loss or something?"
"......"
"I figure we're a good match..."
"......"
Looking back, she tried packaging herself at first as some femdom type who loved spitting and all that jargon I barely understood.
——Master... M-Master...
Only to end up calling me with cringey pet names less than a day later. All that fancy talk for nothing.
Which brings us to now.
"Mmph... Pwah... Slurp..."
The Yojora who always sang her own praises as a sadist, yet here she was, silently slurping away at my cock the second sex was on the table.
"Pwaaah... Smack..."
...Ah. I get it now.
36... Gonna puke.
"Slurp... Mmmph... Mmph..."
The thick male musk stuffing my nostrils to the brim made me wanna hurl.
"Hawp, schlop..."
This thing as long as my forearm, so thick I could barely touch fingertips around it with thumb and middle finger, and the sheer audacity of shoving over half into my tiny mouth—it made me wanna hurl.
"...Nngh... Nn..."
The throbbing pulse vibrating through my mouth, filling it completely—made me wanna hurl.
"...Gehk, pwaaah...! Hak...!"
The glans stabbing deep into my throat—untouched even by an onahole—over and over—made me wanna hurl.
"Hak... Hak... Haaahp..."
...That's why.
I swallowed Woojin's cock whole once more.
With my brain numbed sweet by fantasies of finally snapping and getting raped by him after losing all reason.
I bobbed my head creak, creak on my own, overlaying it with him grabbing my hair tight and brutally throat-fucking me—thud, thud—infusing every twisted kink of mine, tenderly servicing that monstrous dick.
"Pfheee... Heh..."
Manga's nothing like this.
Manga doesn't tell you how hot a real erection gets.
Or how rock-hard a fully aroused cock truly is.
Or how brutally tough deepthroating a beast like this down your throat really is.
Just pure fantasy fodder—the lust-dump of subhuman pervert trash who see high school girls not as people, but soft onaholes for their filthy thoughts.
...And hilariously, here I was, on my knees licking up that lust-dump like a dog.
Ah, diligently. So diligently licking it up.
"...Slurp... Pwaaaah...! Ha, hak...!"
I crammed Woojin's cock in as deep as I could take it one more time, then tilted my head back after holding it down awhile. It pulled out all at once, a sticky mess of saliva coating it.
...Whoa.
Isn't it even bigger now than when I started...?
Is this that thing? Where it swells right before cumming... Like in those porn stories.
I stared blankly at the drool strings dripping down from the base for a moment before snapping back.
No. Can't.
Wasting his first load down my throat would be such a shame...
Let's pause for a sec...
"Woojin... Heehee..."
I buried my face against his saliva-slick cock and giggled.
The pissed-off you could rough-fuck me senseless right now, and I'd shut up and take it like a good girl. So stop holding back and rape me already, pretty please? I signaled with my eyes.
"Feels good in your mouth... sis?"
"......"
If that felt good, you could ram it down my throat all you want. Ah, but cum somewhere else...
I swallowed those words and flashed a sweet smile from under his cock.
"...Getting close to cumming...? Want me to make you?"
"......"
Just say you wanna rape me honestly—that's where my fetish peaks. Rape play? What bullshit. When a horny bitch is right in front of you, you ignore the law and consequences and fuck her brains out till your dick's happy. That's rape.
Later, strap noisy rotors all over my body so I can't even sleep right, lock me 24/7 in a room reeking of sex, use me like a toilet nonstop... That's rape...
...Ah, whatever. He looks like he's about to snap any second now...
"Just say it... 'I'll work with you, sis,' and I'll—"
I licked up the drool dripping down his shaft slowly.
Leaned in to nibble the swollen, blood-engorged glans with my lips...
That's when.
"Sunbae."
"...Huh...?"
Woojin, who'd been passively taking it all this time, finally spoke up softly.
...Been a while, huh. Not even jumped yet, just hearing his voice has my heart pounding.
Did he finally snap? Decide this noisy, cocky bitch needs a lesson?
I looked up at him with sparkling, expectant eyes.
...Not insanely handsome, but the kind of face you'd sneak glances at for three seconds on the street.
Gazing up at that face, he—who'd been propped on his elbow till now—
"......Eh...?"
...Sat up straight.
Muscles rippling under his shirt.
"......Ah, ahaha...?"
"......"
His shadow fell over my face.
Not some goofy dick-shadow from manga. Just a real shadow.
The dark one cast because I was kneeling obediently under a male.
"Hoo..."
"......"
Seo Woojin, casually sitting on the edge of the bed.
Me, kneeling between his legs, head swirling with filthy thoughts.
A sigh drifted down onto my head.
...My ears hurt from my heart thumping nonstop.
"W-Why'd you call me...? Wanna work together or something...?"
"No. Not really interested in working with you."
"......"
"Just something I wanted to check."
I gulped.
Check. That short word surely held what I craved.
...Of course, I could only vaguely guess the gist—what exactly he planned to "check," or how I should react? No clue.
Wh-what do I do? Sex hasn't even started, but if he notices how soaked I already am, will he get turned off? Or love that I'm such a perv?
Once he starts raping me with this hideous thing on the bed, how loud should I scream? Not the fanciest one-room, so quiet...? Or borderline yelling so neighbors might hear?
Can't have siren wails if he really thinks he's raping me...
...If he shoves it back in my mouth? Bite and say it hurts, stop? Yeah, that...
...No. Wait, I've been sucking way longer than I thought. Biting now would be weird...
Plus, what if Woojin gets hurt...
Uwaaaah... No idea...
My eyes darting left, right, panicking, finally slowly lifted up again.
In that moment.
"......?"
...He petted me.
Gentler than expected. Slowly, so I felt every bit of his touch.
Honestly, not really my kink.
"This what you wanted, sunbae?"
"......H-Huh...?"
"Talked all about rape, but just some light licking."
"...W-Well, uh..."
"I never even threatened you that much."
"......"
"Right?"
No. This isn't the tender ending I wanted.
I provoked you on purpose, hoping you'd crush my tits like before and wreck every hole.
Still bracing for you to yank my hair and force a deepthroat.
"...Nngh......"
But.
Saying "Yeah, I want you to fuck me like a dog, that's why" is harder than "Yeah, I just want sweet vanilla sex with you."
So I nodded obediently.
...Can't be helped. His tastes run gentle, right? Cock's... huge, though.
Maybe I can train him into rape "play" later...
......Haa... Not like this...
"Yeah?"
"......Ngh...?"
Grip.
My downcast eyes forced upward.
Head wrenched back, no choice but to look up at Woojin.
"Not for me."
"......Huh?"
"Not me."
No choice but to stare at the softly smiling Woojin.
Hearing his whisper as he leaned in at the waist, when I was dying to masturbate.
But that'd expose my perv tastes, so I held back, furrowed my brows, and just glared up at him.
"Yojora, you fucking bitch."
...His voice alone made me squirt, squirt.
Soaking my panties through.