Kim Min-ah's Secret Pastime (2)
"Haaah... haa... haa..."
Kim Min-ah slumped over in her chair, letting out ragged, heated breaths. Having no real hobbies to speak of, she'd chosen pussy teasing as her pastime. Pants fully off, she sat there scouring all sorts of porn videos. Whenever she found a good one, she'd bookmark it, jerk off to it for a bit, then hunt for the next. She'd torment her pussy just enough to avoid cumming, holding back right on the edge, suppressing her orgasms as long as possible. The moment she came even once, sage time would crash over her like a wave.
Still, to keep her body from cooling down while searching, she kept fiddling with her pussy, riding the winding slopes of pleasure up and down. Before she knew it, two hours had flown by. Her pussy, teased to the brink over and over, had grown hypersensitive—now even a light touch sent it blazing straight to the edge again.
"How the hell are there no good videos out there..."
She'd bookmarked a few decent ones, but nothing matched the excitement of her daily go-to: that girlfriend AV with the massive cock corruption theme. She wanted to cum to the hottest porn possible after holding back so long. She'd fought off the urge to climax countless times, but she was at her limit now. Her belly burned like fire, pounding away and tightening her chest. Her reason, fogged by the heat, screamed for release.
In the end, Kim Min-ah clicked on the familiar code at the top of her bookmarks' "Jerk-Off Material" tab. She'd watched it so many times she could skip straight to the highlight.
["Hiiiiaaang!! Stop, please stop! I beg you... aaang!!"]
[Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!]
["Ah, ah, aaaah!!"]
The scene of a woman thrashing like she might pass out, pinned down as a guy hammered his hips into her with brutal force—it never failed to amaze, no matter how many times she saw it. Go slow? Or all at once? After a brief hesitation, she went with her usual routine, lowering her hand to press and stroke her clit lightly.
"Ah...? Hn...!?"
It was coming. Even in her haze, her sensitized body knew exactly what was happening. A sharp spark of pleasure swelled like a snowball, setting her ablaze. This sensation she'd grown used to lately was definitely the prelude to climax. Holding back wouldn't stop it now. Convinced of that, she mashed her clit harder, grinding wildly.
"Ah, haa...! Haaah...!"
Her orgasm hit, toes curling tight as her legs shot straight out. The pent-up lust she'd endured for so long ended ridiculously fast. As she came, her clenched entrance fluttered open, gushing love juices in thick spurts.
"......"
Kim Min-ah stared blankly at the video filling her screen. While the scene heated up, her body cooled into hollow emptiness—a different kind of sage time than usual.
"Ah... fuck..."
As her mind cleared bit by bit, all she felt was pathetic self-loathing and faint irritation.
"Why'd I cum so suddenly..."
The climax should've been even better after holding out so long, but it fizzled out emptily. Like enduring sweltering heat, finally gulping ice-cold water to quench your thirst—only for it to be snatched away after one sip.
"Just once more... no..."
Regret was regret, but no meant no. Her body and mind had gone ice-cold, leaving only annoyance—no lingering lust at all. She didn't give a damn anymore. What pissed her off most was that barely two hours had passed.
"Studying..."
For some reason, she didn't want to study. Her head filled with junkie-like cravings for semen. Swallowing it would wash away this sticky frustration, letting her dive back into studying like always. No urge to go out anywhere, and even if she did, she'd have to sit in the office soon. Normally she'd study, but today she couldn't muster it.
"...Get up for now."
She had to be in the office on time, so she rinsed off with cold water like usual and took her seat.
Tick. Tick. Tick.
She zoned out, staring at the clock's steady hands. Time that used to vanish in two or three focused hours now dragged unbearably. One second, two, three... She counted silently to about thirty before giving up and unlocking her phone on the desk.
The group chat with her college friends was dead silent. It was just past 9 a.m., too early for messages anyway. Naturally, nothing new from her chat with Choi Min-seok either.
"He said he'd be late... maybe around 7?"
Anything past 6 could count as late. "He won't stay out till 10, right...?"
She had no idea what guys did together, but given his loner vibe, he wouldn't party that long. He might even come back sooner than she thought. When Choi Min-seok gets back...
Gulp.
The image of his huge cock and thick semen flooded her mind, making saliva pool in her mouth. She swallowed hard.
"Yeah... this is how it was."
She'd forgotten for a while, but back when she went without semen for stretches, every day felt like this. Trying to focus on studying, only for her mouth to fill with drool at the thought, ruining her concentration.
"This is driving me insane..."
Rediscovering her weird kink hit her with fresh self-loathing. She sank into silent despair.
* Time marches on relentlessly, one way or another.
Aside from a quick meal break, Kim Min-ah holed up in the office, killing time with mobile games on her phone. Go-Stop, Hwatu, Mahjong, Hexa, Gomoku... Way too many for just one day, but every time she got bored or adapted, semen cravings resurfaced, forcing her to switch apps over and over.
Before she knew it, the clock hit 6 p.m. She'd checked the time obsessively, clinging to her mental deadline of 7. Somehow, she'd convinced herself he'd be back by then, like it was a promise.
Of course, 7 came and went with no sign of Choi Min-seok.
"That fucking asshole...! At least tell me what time!"
She glared at the chat, still devoid of even a single reply, grinding her teeth. He had no real obligation to give an exact time, but he knew her situation—couldn't he show a little consideration?
After agonizing, she couldn't hold back and messaged him.
"......"
She stared daggers at her phone, but the "1" next to the message wouldn't budge.
Intellectually, she got it. Hanging with friends, he might miss it. Staring at her phone waiting for a reply was the weird part. Yeah. Just wait. He'll reply when he sees it. What good was glaring anyway?
Less than five minutes later, her patience snapped.
After internal turmoil, she hit send—but no read receipt, no reply.
"Drinking maybe...?"
It was prime evening drinking time. If he was boozing, it'd take at least an hour to get back.
If he was deep in drinks, he'd probably miss the previous two too—but she fired it off without overthinking.
"Fucking asshole..."
Five more minutes ticked by on the clock. She tossed her phone aside and face-planted on the desk. Alarm was on; she'd hear if he replied.
But still, this guy who usually replied quick as a clock—could he really be radio silent?
Face down, she imagined scenarios keeping him from checking: lost phone, dropped in water, shattered screen. Otherwise... nothing good came to mind. Unconscious in an accident? Kidnapped into a scam or cult by an old friend?
"No, that's too far even for that."
How likely were those? She shoved down the creeping anxiety. Though it didn't last long.
If he was just hanging out, he'd pick up. She wasn't the type to rage over this. Unable to wait longer, she dialed Choi Min-seok.
But the call didn't connect.
"...Probably fine, right?"
Even as she said it, her face tensed with unease, fingers tapping the screen frantically.
The stream-of-consciousness messages came out rougher than her usual tone—like she had to vent or the anxiety would eat her alive.
"Screw it, I'm done."
She bolted up impulsively, slammed her phone on the desk, and stormed out of the office. Her stomping led straight to the kitchen. Rice from an hour ago was plentiful; ramen, eggs, kimchi too.
"Fuck... nothing to do..."
Cleaning and sorting recyclables were outsourced—no job for her. If there was real work, she'd have jumped ship to another goshiwon. But today, that light load grated on her. She checked the showers and laundry room—nothing short. Back to the office she went.
Messages still unread.