Weekend Sex Practice (8)
'If only I at least knew who she was...'
Unfortunately, she knew next to nothing about Choi Min-seok. All she had were the basic details from his resume, and the fact that he'd overheard from the logistics team employees that he lived apart from his family. That was it.
Not to toot her own horn, but objectively speaking, women prettier than her with better figures were exceedingly rare. So if she hadn't noticed Min-seok's charm, would those women? Purely based on conditions, would they even feel attracted to him?
Sure, it was a major department store chain with branches nationwide, but logistics work wasn't exactly the kind of job that appealed to women. From his clothing and little mannerisms, it didn't seem like he came from money, and he hadn't gone to college either. Really, looking purely at what was on the surface, he wasn't the type to inspire much appeal in women.
'Still, you never know...' Social status aside, just his looks. His height, build, and face were all quite handsome. Not celebrity-level, but definitely above average—good enough that it could be a real asset for casual hookups.
If—and this was a big if—the woman he was currently flirting with was a bit less attractive than her but younger, there was a real chance she'd get pushed aside.
The moment that thought hit her, the happiness swelling in her chest turned ice-cold.
'Should I get more aggressive right now?'
Her snap conclusion was no. Sure, he was generally lenient outside of sex, but back when she'd first become his slave, she'd gotten a warning for clinging too much.
'Guess I'll just focus on working out...'
That was the end of it. She'd done diet control and yoga for body maintenance before, but her immediate task was building stamina so she wouldn't pass out so quickly. Of course, she wondered if that would really let her endure the pleasure, but it was something to do for now. Plus, she'd heard there were exercises to improve tightness, so she'd try those too.
Having reached a suitable conclusion, Seo-yeon stopped her fretting and burrowed deeper into Min-seok's embrace.
It was morning.
Unlike the stiff, cramped bed in the goshiwon, waking up in a plush, spacious one felt utterly refreshing. Maybe it was just because I'd cum hard and slept deeply the night before, but either way, it was a satisfying start to the day.
I stretched a bit, feeling refreshed, and Seo-yeon, nestled in my arms, greeted me in a cautious voice.
"Did you sleep well...?"
"Yeah. Like a rock."
I replied casually to her greeting and stroked her head. She beamed, lowering it to make it easier for me.
What was it? It felt exactly like owning a perfectly obedient dog. Though no one used a dog for sexual relief, of course.
"Suck it."
I pressed down on the hand stroking her head, guiding it to my morning wood, stiff and throbbing. She didn't resist, letting me pull her along until my cock was shoved in front of her face, and she took it straight into her mouth.
"Mmph... slurp..."
As usual, morning erections were overflowing with energy. No joke—it was almost sore. Maybe that's why blowjobs felt even better in that state.
"Schlurp... sluuuurp... slurp, slurp..."
"Yeah, good girl."
"Hnnng..."
I stroked her head again in praise, and hot breath poured from her mouth around my cock, making it twitch hard. She sucked diligently, as if soothing the pulsing shaft inside her.
"Mmm... slurp... sluuuuurp..."
"Ngh..."
Her soft tongue lapped stickily and persistently at the glans. The tip poked at my urethra, then traced the ridge underneath, digging in like it was mining for pleasure. My hips bucked involuntarily.
Experiencing it like this, I got it. When it came to tongue work, Seo-yeon definitely beat Kim Min-ah. Min-ah had pioneered deepthroat territory, so it wasn't a total loss, but for slow, savoring pleasure, Seo-yeon was superior.
"Sluuuuurp."
"Ah...!"
With a wet sloshing sound, her hand from below gently cupped and massaged my balls. Rolled in her soft palm—free of any calluses—they throbbed like they might burst, the heat feeding straight into her tongue's torment, driving me toward release.
"Cumming...!"
Half out of habit, I gripped her head and unloaded into her mouth before I knew it.
Splurt! Spluuuurt!!
"Glrk...! Mmph, glrrk...!"
The first load of the morning was always the thickest and biggest, naturally. What Min-ah usually claimed exclusively was Seo-yeon's today.
"Haa... mmm... gulp... gulp..."
Her throat bobbed with each swallow, her ass twitching and swaying side to side. Unlike Min-ah, she wasn't even hypnotized for semen addiction, yet she got this worked up. Seo-yeon was just on another level of innate sluttiness.
"Haa... slurp... slurp... smooch... kiss..."
After gulping it all down, she kept stimulating my cock without pause. She sucked away her own saliva, cleaning it spotless, planting light kisses on the glans and shaft.
Even if I left it alone, it wouldn't go soft, but this sight was tempting enough to test anyone's self-control right after cumming.
'Come to think of it, I told her not to swallow at first.'
It had become so natural she'd forgotten; now she did it like it was obvious every time. Not that I'd complain now. Ordering confirmation each time was a hassle anyway.
Starting the morning off on a high note was great, but someone else's house turned out to have surprisingly little to do.
I woke up, got my morning blowjob and cum from Seo-yeon, then spent about an hour leisurely in the bathroom. We'd ordered delivery the night before, so I went out and stuffed myself for breakfast. With the rare holiday ahead, I pulled Seo-yeon into my arms for another nap.
Even after all that relaxed lounging, it was barely past noon.
Sure, I could head back to the goshiwon anytime, but something felt off about it. Part of it was hating to return to that cigarette-pack-sized room after tasting a real spacious home for the first time. And since going back just meant dumping one or two loads into Min-ah and calling it a day, whereas here I had Seo-yeon for endless rounds, I wanted to squeeze out a few more before leaving.
"Mmm..."
Right beside me, Seo-yeon wriggled in a curled-up ball, trying to burrow into my chest. Her naked body, soft and curvaceous, was undeniably alluring. Squish.
I reached out unconsciously and kneaded her breast, the plush sensation filling my palm. No matter how many times, it was addictive.
"E-cup, right?"
I had no idea about sizing standards, but visually, they were easily two or three times Min-ah's. Common online, but in real life? Rare to see tits this big on a woman. Hell, I wasn't sure I'd ever noticed.
I'd never ogled every passerby on the street, after all.
Knead, knead. Lost in a trance, kneading her breast while lost in thought. I kept it gentle to avoid waking her, so her reactions were minimal.
Seo-yeon and Min-ah were just the beginning. Vital Energy would keep accumulating steadily, and I already had nearly 150,000 banked.
The issue? No intriguing women nearby. Celebrities or models caught my eye, but messing with them risked exposure to their circles. Fame meant scrutiny, and more eyes to spot anything off. Unless I hypnotized everyone around them—and targets were one at a time—I couldn't just grab anyone recklessly.
"...Tch. What's the point thinking about it now."
The energy wasn't going anywhere, and other women could wait. For now, I'd hold out until Min-ah passed her exam.
"Time for more practice?"
My thoughts circled back to Min-ah, bringing up our earlier talk with Seo-yeon.
'It could even leave a trauma if you're not careful.'
Honestly, it had shocked me a bit. Guys just figured bigger was better, but too big could traumatize? Pain on the first time was inevitable, but I wanted us both enjoying it if possible.
I gently peeled Seo-yeon from my side and spread her soft thighs apart.
"First time seeing it this calmly."
I'd treated her like a slut outright before, but examining it quietly now, it was a pretty pussy. Unlike some porn ones that looked dirty, hers was neatly groomed, surprisingly tight-lipped, and the outer labia matched her pale skin tone.
"After pounding it like that for months?"
Before judging if she was a slut or not, I was amazed it stayed this tight after all that.
"And it doesn't feel any looser either."
If anything, it gripped even tighter and chewier than at first.
"...Whatever."
I wasn't an expert, and as long as it felt good, who cared? Human body mysteries and all that. I shrugged it off.
With thoughts sorted, I parted the tightly sealed slit. The plump outer lips spread, revealing pink innards.
"Nng..."
A faint nasal hum escaped—maybe she felt it this time—but I ignored it and extended my tongue to lick her entrance.
"Slurp..."
No dirt or nausea. Faint soap scent even, no repulsion.
'Start like with fingers, I guess?'
Rubbing the outside more than inside, I teased her entrance and clit.
"Sluuurp... lick... slurp..."
"Hnnng..."
Her responses stayed faint. The pussy glistened slickly now, but from my saliva, not her arousal.