Weekend Sex Practice (3)
Seo-yeon looked so happy that anyone could tell at a glance, "That person is in a good mood right now." She'd been much quieter lately, but normally she was at least expressionless—or else she made no secret of her bad mood while "supervising" the employees' work. Today, though, she was humming cheerfully and swinging her crossed legs back and forth.
"Min-seok, you got any idea what's up?"
"How should I know?"
"No, but you're the one who..."
I gave a vague answer, pretending not to know, and Mr. Song trailed off as if he'd been about to ask something more. There were plenty of words that could follow "the one who"—the most picked on, the most bullied, the closest in age, the one he'd talked to the most. The problem was that none of it stemmed from normal human relationships; it was all one-sided harassment.
"Seeing her like that just makes me more uneasy. What if something's about to go down?"
"What kind of something? Has she ever done this before?"
"Don't even get me started. A couple years back, right when Team Leader Yoo first started here, she was in a foul mood for a while, then suddenly perked up one day. Lasted about two days, I think? Then, out of nowhere, she flipped the next day. If we hadn't been lucky, someone would've gotten fired. The kid she had it out for back then quit right away, just like you might've."
This was news to me.
"Whatever it is, better watch out."
Of course, no one connected Seo-yeon's current state to me. Aside from the bullying suddenly stopping, I hadn't done anything suspicious, so it was only natural.
After work, I got into Seo-yeon's car, which was waiting for me. She still wore that pleased expression.
"Everyone's getting anxious seeing you smile like that."
"Pardon?"
"They say you've flipped out once before after looking this happy."
"What... Oh, I remember now."
"What happened?"
"It was shortly after I started here. I'd begged my dad to at least let me work inside the store if I promised not to cause any trouble. He told me to wait a bit, so I thought it would work out, but in the end, he said no..."
"And you lost your shit."
"Yes..."
She answered my question, but her ears turned a little red, like she was embarrassed to talk about it.
"Heading straight to your place?"
"Anywhere else to stop?"
"Not for me."
"Then let's go."
"Yes!"
Seo-yeon's apartment complex was about thirty minutes away by car. Unlike the cheap apartments back in my hometown, the buildings were tall, the grounds impeccably maintained. Even the outer perimeter had neatly arranged restaurants, cafes, and convenience stores. It screamed "rich people neighborhood."
"Nice place."
"If you want, you could stay at my place..."
"Not yet."
It was tempting, and I'd been thinking about renting a one-room anyway, but I planned to stick it out at the goshiwon until Min-ah passed her exam. Hypnosis or not, I'd promised to help her as a friend until then, and I'd invested effort—I at least deserved one proper taste.
"Let me know if you change your mind later."
"Sure."
I gave a noncommittal reply to her words laced with subtle anticipation and rode the elevator up. Her place was on the seventeenth floor, with four more above it.
"Whoa..."
My first impression upon entering Seo-yeon's home was spacious. The hallway from the entryway to the living room was wide and long, and the living room beyond another door was even bigger. I'd grown up in a two-room place with one bedroom and a tiny living area for the whole family, but her living room alone was about the size of two bedrooms plus a bathroom combined. And there was a door in the hallway too—three rooms connected directly to the living room.
"You live here alone?"
"Yes."
"Must be nice having money."
I'd be lying if I said I wasn't jealous. But if I wanted, I could move in today, so it wasn't like I could complain.
"Shall I wash up first?"
"Yes! The bathroom's this way!"
Seo-yeon walked ahead, swaying her hips. The bathrooms I knew had a mat right at the door and cramped space inside with a toilet and shower crammed together. But following her led to a door that opened into a wide area with a sink—what you'd call a changing room—followed by another door leading to the actual bath.
"Haa... Let me undress you..."
She was already flushed with arousal, practically in heat. I let her take over, and she carefully stripped me piece by piece before shedding her own clothes in a hurry.
"Let's go in... ♥"
Her sweetly affectionate attitude—a far cry from before—her aroused expression, her faintly flushed pale skin, and those huge breasts were pornographic in themselves. Her posture screamed please fuck me all over, and even though we hadn't started anything, my lower body tensed, my cock hardening to full mast in an instant.
Seo-yeon followed me into the bath, slathering foam from a soapy towel onto her breasts before pressing against me.
"Let me wash you."
Her soapy, slick breasts stuck to my back and slid softly.
"Oh...?"
The unique soft bounce of her tits squishing against me, sliding with the foam, her hard nipples grazing my skin teasingly in between. Even without seeing it, the sensation alone had my excitement surging, my already maxed-out cock throbbing hard.
"Hng... haah... haah..."
I was turned on, but Seo-yeon seemed even worse—her breathing ragged. Every time her breasts rubbed my back and her nipples brushed my skin, her body twitched. She was basically masturbating her nipples on me.
"You said you'd wash me, but you're jerking off on my back?"
"Hyah!"
I reached back and slid my hand to her pussy; sticky juices coated my fingers. Squelch! I pushed into the dripping hole, and slick walls clenched around my finger with a wet sound.
Squelch, squelch, squelch...
I probed her softly, savoring every squeeze of those tight walls.
"Haang, ah, aang...!"
"Feels good?"
"Yes...! Your fingers in my pussy, hng, eung...!"
"Really? I don't like it at all. Maybe I should just go home."
Her body jolted, mid-pleasure from my fingers.
"S-sorry...!"
"Sorry for what?"
"I should be washing you, but I was masturbating on my own..."
"You were wrong, weren't you?"
"I was wrong..."
She didn't truly think so—it was just fear I'd leave—but her voice was desperate.
"Do it right this time."
"...I'll do it right."
It didn't change much. She rubbed her slick tits all over my back, spreading foam, even wrapping her arms between them to clean. The sensation of those soft breasts enveloping my arms was insanely tempting. If I hadn't decided to enjoy her service fully, I'd have pinned her down already.
"P-please lie down."
"Like this?"
"Yes. Just a moment..."
After washing my back and arms, she had me lie down, then foamed up her whole body and straddled me, overlapping completely.
"Hng... eung, hng...!"
Her soapy body clung and rubbed all over mine. Her huge tits stood out, of course, but so did her soft belly pressing and kneading my cock. She wasn't fat, but her plump figure had that delicious jiggle everywhere. I'd never paid it much mind before, but now, with it squishing my rock-hard cock, I couldn't ignore it.
Every smooth up-and-down of her body made my dick pulse relentlessly.
"Hoot...! Does it feel good...?"
She must have felt my cock throbbing beneath her. Her composed expression had melted back into heat.
"Feels good. Should've done this from the start."
"Sorry... I'll do better from now on..."
Her words said one thing, but her face was pure lust. And the stimulation from below showed no sign of stopping, pushing my patience to the limit.
No—past the limit.
"Pussy here."
"Yes...!"
No more words needed. At just that command, she eagerly shifted up, aligning her entrance with my tip, waiting like a dog for the next order.
Instead of telling her to lower, I grabbed her waist and yanked her down, slamming my cock in.
Squelch!
Her pussy was already sopping, my cock slick with foam—it plunged straight to the hilt smoothly.
"Haaaang ♥"
Just inserted, but she came lightly, her body shuddering with a sweet moan. Her pussy spasmed, clenching tight.
My cock, endurance maxed, had no time to savor it leisurely.
Squelch! Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!
"Hng...! Ah...! Aang...! Haaang...!"
Lying down made natural hip movement tough, so I yanked her down deep each time, pounding like she was an instrument—her moans matching the rhythm.
I gripped her twitching waist tight each thrust up, pinning her so she couldn't escape, and kept stabbing her depths.
"Hooo...! Cock, haat...! So deeeep...!"
"You love it deep, right?"
"Yes...! Haaang...! Love it deeeep... ♥"
She answered in a voice thick with excitement, her pussy clenching hard as her ass wriggled like she couldn't hold back. Making her admit her perverted tastes like this was one of her favorite plays.
The moment her melted reply hit my ears, I slowed my hips. No more full-depth thrusts—just teasing halfway in and out.
Her moans turned needy in an instant.