Weekend Sex Practice (5)
I stroked Seo-yeon Yoo's sullen head like I was petting a beloved animal, reassuring her. For now, there wasn't another woman as wealthy and easy to handle as her. I couldn't just grab every passerby on the street to interrogate their personalities and finances, and well-known celebrities were tough to approach without drawing unwanted eyes.
"Th-thank you."
Blissfully unaware of my calculations, she lit up at the idea that I wasn't planning to ditch her, wrapping her arms tightly around me with a beaming smile. Her massive breasts squished softly against my side, the yielding sensation sending blood surging straight to my softened cock—it stiffened right back up in an instant.
"How about we finish up here and head out?"
"Yes!"
With her energetic reply ringing in my ears, I stepped out of the bathroom. She promptly grabbed the towel hanging in the changing room and dried me off meticulously before tending to herself with another one.
"Where's the bedroom?"
"This way."
"Should've packed some spare clothes."
It felt a shame to ruin the refreshing post-shower vibe by slipping back into the same old outfit. Too lazy for pants, I trailed behind her to the bedroom wearing nothing but my shirt.
"Oh..."
I scanned Seo-yeon Yoo's bedroom, murmuring the same reaction as when I'd first entered the apartment. The bed looked three times wider than my cramped goshiwon mattress, a vanity cluttered with mystery cosmetics, and a computer desk neatly arranged against one wall.
"Nice setup here too."
The bed was plush beyond compare with my goshiwon relic—sink right in and never want to leave. Hell, holing up in this room alone would skyrocket my standard of living several times over.
"So, what first?"
My original plan had been simple: fuck her at my leisure, rest up, fuck her again, play with her however I wanted. But midway through, the issue with Min-ah Kim popped into my head.
Seo-yeon Yoo was fine—I'd rigged her to go into heat at my command—but other women might find sex with me straight-up painful. The kind of pain that could scar them for life. I could've brushed it off as exaggeration, but her dead-serious expression, combined with the monstrous look of my own dick, made it all too believable.
"Come here beside me."
"Like this...?"
She sidled up cautiously, awaiting my command like a good girl. I cupped her chin lightly, pressing a feather-soft kiss to her lips.
"Eh, ah...?"
Just a quick lip-touch, nothing more. I already knew this barely qualified as a kiss. Still, trying it out sent a delicious itch crawling up from deep inside.
For her, it hit harder—eyes blinking in flustered confusion before her face flushed apple-red.
"Knew it earlier. You're weak to this stuff."
Her body had been through the wringer, yet she was more vulnerable here than even virgin Min-ah Kim.
"I-I've never done this before..."
"Done what?"
"Th-that... stuff like lovers do..."
Of course, she wouldn't melt for just any guy. Plenty of guys had boldly confessed or propositioned her for casual flings back in college, but she'd never felt this before. She'd been dead certain her kink was rough tool-like treatment—yet this sparked a whole different breed of arousal.
"Cute."
"Hng...!"
No, it wasn't different. My whisper in her ear made her jolt, confirming it. The maddening itch exploded downward, pounding relentlessly, begging for my cock to plunge in.
"You've kissed before, right? No way you've fucked without it."
"Y-yes, I have."
"Perfect. Let's start with kissing lessons."
"How should I teach you...?"
"It's simple—just show me while we do it."
No sex academies or online courses existed for this. Hell, the internet was full of warnings that aping porn moves would get you slapped. Seo-yeon Yoo was the exception, but that was my hypnosis at work.
Point was, with an experienced teacher right here, why not learn all I could?
"Alright, show me once."
"O-okay then..."
I went limp, signaling full surrender to her lead. Her eyes trembled as she leaned in hesitantly.
"...Chup."
She started light, just like I'd done.
"First, a soft lip kiss like this is nice. Better than shoving your tongue in right away—sets the mood gently."
Her surprisingly thorough explanation had me nodding along.
"Foreplay matters, but you need her heart open first—at least to the point of 'I want this guy' or 'he's okay for it.' Then she heats up faster and gets wet easier."
This wouldn't be an issue for me. Unlike other guys, the Succubus System let me precondition them to crave me first.
As I mulled that over, she closed in again, this time pressing deeper. Her lips molded softly, a pliant tongue slipping inside.
"Mm... chu... chuup..."
Her warm breath accompanied the teasing tip flicking over my tongue before gliding out. She stared blankly at the saliva thread between us, then snapped back to add more.
"Not always deep—match what she likes. The vibe... adjust gradually by her arousal. If she's really turned on, she'll cling harder herself."
"What level was that one?"
"Light fun...?"
Even she trailed off uncertainly. Fair enough—not a question with a precise answer.
"Anyway, I'm teaching, but you really just get used to it by practicing. So..."
"Practice for real?"
"...Yes."
Shy at the weirdest moments. I mirrored her, sealing our lips and sliding my tongue in.
"Mm..."
Her mouth carried a subtle saliva flavor I'd never noticed before.
"Churup... chup... chup..."
"Uum..."
She took my swirling invasion meekly. Her mouth wasn't uniformly soft—some spots yielded, others were chewy, a few firmer. Each prod and poke made her quiver.
Truth be told, it was insanely arousing. No touch down below, yet my cock throbbed desperately, begging to thrust.
I savored her depths until breathlessness forced me to pull away.
"Huu... how was it?"
"Good... ah, no! It was good, but kinda exploratory and awkward..."
"First time—got curious. Wanna go again?"
"Mph...!"
"Chu... chuup... churup..."
This round, I targeted her tongue like she had. Poking and laving the soft muscle drew delicious tremors. Then, suddenly, her tongue shyly tangled back.
"Haum... chuu... chup... chup..."
Our tongues wove slickly, wet sounds spilling out. Giving, receiving—it all thrilled, but mutual play cranked it up tenfold, blood pounding so hard my cock ached.
The kiss naturally roughened in response.
"Chururup... chup...! Chup..., jup...!"
"Chuup... chururup. Chok..."
No telling who started it—we dove deeper, tongues twisting, saliva mingling and gulped down mid-kiss.
"Huum... jup... churup... huaa...!"
Enough. I broke away, hot, ragged breaths pouring from her mouth.
"Better this time?"
"Perfect... perfect..."
She murmured through glazed eyes. Second try scores full marks—purely subjective, of course. Even I noted issues like clacking teeth or mismatched breathing.
"Next up?"
"Put it in, please..."
"No, not that. What you wanna do."
"Ah, agh...!?"
One nudge snapped her hazy gaze clear.
"Why're you extra cute today?"
"Uuu..."
Shyness peaked; she buried her face in her hands with a whimper.
"Save the blushing. What's next?"
"Eut...! Th-that's..."
I yanked her wrists down, exposing her averted eyes and mumble. Sex wasn't rocket science. Even experts flowed with the mood—especially her, who'd mostly reveled in being led.
Now in teacher mode, solid advice eluded her.
Who was it again...?
She couldn't disappoint me, so she dredged her memory for the best lay.
Name's a blur... but that one was decent...
Past flings were just echoes—inferior to me, anyway. They all blurred together. Still, if pressed, one stood out.
Good enough I debated swapping numbers...?
She knew her family's status kept things to one-nights—no deep bonds. But even she had wanted an encore with that guy.