Jo Ayoung's Pussy Unlocked – But Jiyeong Stays the Same
Unlocking Jo Ayoung's pussy didn't change a damn thing, just like Song Jiyeong said.
She still looked at me with disgust and snapped at me like always.
Jo Ayoung teased me in her usual way, grabbing my dick and tempting me.
Is she really planning to act like nothing happened?
Then why the hell did she jump me so desperately yesterday?
Wait, thinking about it, if she suddenly announced she'd lost her virginity after acting all pure until yesterday, anyone would know it was with me.
'Stupid thought.'
I guess I got too excited about losing my own virginity and my brain simplified everything.
Something might change in a few more days.
For now, I'll savor this joy alone.
I killed time rolling around on the living room couch all afternoon.
It's an unspoken rule in our house. On days like this with no plans, we all gather in the living room and laze around.
It's a habit born from those fun times when just hanging out together was enough.
"Chupdeok. Wanna go now?"
Jo Ayoung sidled up quietly next to me as I lounged on the couch and spoke like she just wanted to play a quick game.
Of course, it really meant heading to my room to touch and suck.
"Yeah."
I played it cool in my response, but I felt Song Jiyeong's sharp glare.
Well, she told me not to show it. I felt a pang of guilt bouncing between these two girls, but my dick is honest.
It was already perking up in anticipation. Constantly throbbing like a monkey just discovering its libido.
"You two doing something fun again without me? Let me join."
Jeong Hyeji suddenly butted in between us as we exchanged signals.
"No way. You can't do it." "Whyy~! I wanna try too." "You even know what it is?" "It's a game, right? Looked fun last time I saw you in the living room."
"...Probably, Yena would get mad if you did it."
"Why? Is it scary?"
It sure as hell is. For me.
If Yena found out you did it, it'd be a horror game where my life ends.
I'm already on edge about her finding out what happened with Jiyeong and Ayoung.
If Yena got involved too... I don't even want to imagine.
"Kuhuhu. Yeah, Yena would never forgive it."
Jo Ayoung giggled like it was the funniest thing and patted my back.
Ow.
"Fine, I won't then. If Yena hates it, I hate it too."
Hyeji gave up easily.
A total Yena fanboy. She never does anything Yena dislikes. A good girl through and through.
I wondered why they were so tight, but figured there was a reason and didn't pry.
I think we've coexisted without clashing all this time because we didn't interfere unnecessarily.
Lately, it feels like that's cracking a bit.
"Hey, Chupdeok. Hurry up. I'm kinda urgent."
"...Why are you so excited?"
When I asked the whining Jo Ayoung, she clung to my back and whispered.
"Dunno, just 'cause Yena says no makes it hot somehow."
This pervert.
Got horny from some weird fantasy again.
"Hurry~ Today I'll really let you touch down there too."
"For real?"
My eyes widened at her offer.
Finally, pussy unlocked.
I've groped her tits countless times and gotten insane blowjobs, but I've never touched her pussy.
Even during sex with Song Jiyeong, I went slow to match her pain, sticking close without much stimulation, and during cleanup, I just held back and stared.
I want to stimulate it with my hands and see her reactions—not poke at a passed-out girl's pussy.
What's the difference from kneading my own belly fat?
"No take-backs later."
"Ah, seeing you so hyped makes me wanna cancel."
As I shot up and headed to my room, Jo Ayoung hung on my back, giggling.
This cheeky bitch.
Provoking me again.
This time, grabbing her tits won't cut it.
I'll make her squirt nonstop.
As I went to enter my room, the front door opened and Kang Yena walked in.
"I'm home."
"Welcome back. Early today?"
"Yeah, boss came in so he said I could leave before closing."
"Good work."
"Mom~"
"Don't call me mom. Were you good?"
"Yeah yeah."
Anyone would think it was mom and daughter talking.
Keep spoiling her like that and Hyeji's regressing more and more.
It suits her, so whatever.
Unlike the others who seem like they'd thrive independently, Hyeji worries me a bit.
Can that girl survive in society?
'She'll definitely get scammed.'
And keep getting scammed without realizing.
It's obvious.
But she can't live off Yena forever. What then?
"Hehehe."
"Good. Brought this—let's all eat together."
The smell of chicken wafted from the bag Yena held up.
"Should we?"
Can't resist chicken.
"Hey, you promised to play with me."
Jo Ayoung, still clinging, voiced her complaint.
Pussy's important too, of course. But skip chicken?
Dick and pussy are always there, but chicken disappears if someone eats it.
Priorities, man. Limited editions have value.
"Hey, everyone's here—if you make noise, we're busted for sure. Let's do it tonight. The longer you hold out, the better it feels."
"...Fine."
She bought my logical excuse and blushed.
So easy to handle.
"Ooh, this looks good."
"Yeah? Got it on discount with a coupon. Hope it's tasty."
"If the jjindda approves, it's legit."
"Right, Chupdeok's got that pure food data filled up."
I ignored their casual teasing and spread the chicken on the table.
Kang Yena's university cafe gets gift icons from guy customers like this often, apparently.
The place is already famous on SNS as the cafe with celebrity-level part-timer.
Thanks to that, Yena shares with us like this, and now she's even aiming for modeling gigs off the hype.
Even if she wasn't the core of the iljin violence back then, won't her past catch up if she gets that famous?
She knows, right? Hope it's fine.
"Thanks for the food."
Whatever, we'll talk later—chicken first.
Saliva's pooling from the smell; can't hold back.
"Yeah, eat up."
We had a lively dinner together after ages, chattering away.
Felt like school days—tasted extra good.
***
"It buuurns!"
I rolled on the bed clutching my stinging dick.
Jo Ayoung, that crazy bitch, had poured spicy chicken sauce on it.
Thought it'd make my dick tastier or some shit?
"It's a sensitive organ! Haven't you heard spicy means pain?"
"No, really didn't know. Don't have one, figured it'd be tough. Sorry sorry."
Lucky she sucked it off right away, or I'd be hospital-bound.
This one's unforgivable.
Trying to ruin my body's one redeeming feature.
"Get out of my room now."
"Aing, don't be like that. Come here. I'll suck it like a dog, make you feel good to make up for it."
She rubbed against me with full aegyo, but it was useless.
Not that I was that mad—it was because my dick wouldn't get hard.
"What do we do? Is it really broken? Impotent now?"
Her playful reaction turned to genuine worry when she noticed the issue.
Is my dick more important to her than me?
"Nah. Just overstimulated and taking a break."
"Sorry, really didn't know. Sauce makes everything tastier. Your dick's yummy already, but more would be better. Right?"
She seemed truly sorry, rubbing her face on my neck with aegyo.
Honestly, no one's ever aegyo'd at me like this in my life—my heart melted.
Her effort was cute, so I pretended to stay mad a bit longer.
"That was serious—don't think you can brush it off. If something happened, it wouldn't just hurt me."
"Huh?"
"Be honest—could you live without my dick now?"
Saying this to her, who's only sucked it a few days unlike Song Jiyeong who came on it, was a bit of a gamble.
But based on her changes so far, worth expecting.
"Ung... Sorry. Forgive me."
Ayoung looked genuinely troubled, pouting.
It worked.
She really loves sucking it.
Her reaction boosted my confidence.
"Then strip. Everything, down there too."
"Whaat?"
Jo Ayoung's eyes widened at my near-command.
"Said it earlier. Gonna touch down there for real, so strip fully."
"No, like, so sudden?"
"Sudden my ass. You knew coming here."
I saw her trying to weasel out again.
Not anymore. I knew she was weak to my pushiness.
"Hurry."
"Really all off?"
"How else was I gonna touch?"
"L-like over pants or hand in pants..."
"Making excuses again. That defeats the purpose. Could you settle for touching my dick over panties?"
Jo Ayoung hung her head, silent.
Doing it again. How slow does she wanna go?
Sorry, but I'm a man who lost his virginity.
A hundred times more manly than yesterday.
"Want me to undress you?"
"Ah, fine, I'll do it."
A bit firmer, and she obeyed meekly.
Hanging with her more, I was getting used to making demands.
"Don't look..."
"Just undress."
Jo Ayoung squeezed her eyes shut and slowly stripped.
If she was that shy, she'd strip fast and hide under covers.
As expected, this pervert wanted me excited by the show.
"Told you not to look...?"
She said as she pulled the hoodie over her head.
Her jiggling tits emerged, nipples already hard and peeking shyly, as expected.
"Nipples are cute as ever."
I reached out and stroked the protruding one.
"Hngt. Don't touch."
Despite her words, she kept the hoodie up and offered her tits obediently.
"Quit yapping and strip the bottom."
"Hngt. Okay."
I pinched her nipple lightly, and with moist eyes, she slowly lowered her pants.
Her smooth, tender skin revealed bit by bit.
Pulling panties down too. How urgent was she?
Hips as wide as her chest. Smooth mound below.
And the shyly closed slit, just like that day my life changed.
"You've shown it once—why drag it out."
"That time and now are different!"
Then: exposure show. Now: for use.
Her on-knees pussy drooled enticingly.
"Already drooling. How bad did you want it touched?"
"Ung. Don't look."
Means look.
Pretending shy, covering her face—but not her body at all.
Jo Ayoung peeked at me with expectant eyes.
Alright. I'll drive you crazy.