The Virginity Bomber and the Expert at Being Taken
It was a bit much, but I could handle the sex part.
But having it put on display? That was something I’d never even imagined.
“What is it? You’re fully erect. Slurp.”
As I pulled my pants down and revealed my not-yet-fully-hard cock, Jo Ayoung immediately bowed her head and pressed her lips against the tip of the glans.
She looked just like a devoted wife giving her husband a kiss for his hard work as he returned home.
No matter how I looked at it, this girl seemed to love my cock even more than she loved me.
At her shy, bird-like kiss, my cock shivered and spat out a dollop of pre-cum.
“You’re already prepped and ready. Don’t you feel bad for it? It wants sex so badly, but because you didn’t buy condoms, we can’t even do it.”
She looked up at me, spreading the pre-cum flowing down the shaft across my cock.
That look of intoxicated superiority again.
In this moment, while she touched my cock, I could see the satisfaction she felt in having me completely at her mercy.
She wasn’t wrong. Even right now, I wanted to listen to everything she said while she held my cock in her hand.
Sadly, I was a slave to my libido.
“Hey. Don’t you think the veins have gotten a bit thicker?”
Slurp. Slurp.
Jo Ayoung, having started the handjob in earnest, rested her cheek on my thigh and scrutinized my cock closely.
Today, her hands were being particularly explicit, stroking every single vein rising along the shaft.
“I, I guess so. You know what my cock looks like better than I do. Huu. You’re probably right.”
“Hmm?”
Jo Ayoung looked up at me, startled by my offhand remark as I tried to suppress a moan.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“What do you mean, what does it mean? I usually just touch it; I’ve barely ever examined it. You’ve probably seen it more than I have.”
How many people would actually sit there and inspect their own junk piece by piece?
I might have caught glimpses of it while showering or masturbating, but I’d never taken an interest in its veins or its shape.
Whatever she interpreted my words to mean, Jo Ayoung blushed and lowered her head.
“Is that so… Then I guess I can consider myself the owner, right?”
“What kind of nonsense is that? I’m the owner.”
“What kind of owner doesn’t even know what his own stuff looks like? I seem to cherish it more. So, this is mine.”
Jo Ayoung spat out that forced logic with confidence and gripped the base of my cock tightly.
“Ugh, that hurts.”
“Who cares? I’m going to suck it, so just make some cum.”
And with that, she opened her mouth wide and swallowed the glans.
Chop.
For some reason, her lips were filled with such sincerity as they sucked.
Unlike usual, she used her tongue to persistently stimulate every corner, as if she were trying to etch its shape into her memory.
“Ugh. Hey. Don’t suck so hard.”
“Mmm.”
“Wait, I told you not to answer while you have it in your mouth.”
The vibration of the sound that couldn’t escape traveled through the tongue touching the underside of my glans, delivering a jolt of stimulation.
Why is she being so aggressive today?
Did she really get that immersed in calling it her own earlier?
Honestly, for someone with a masochistic streak who wants to be dominated by a man, she sure loves to keep her pride up.
Thinking it was useless to say anything else, I gathered her hair in my hands to match her rhythm.
Tight.
Her fellatio was always like this.
It was our routine: while she held and stimulated the glans, if I grabbed her hair, she would start for real.
Since she said something cheeky today, should I try thrusting into her throat from the start?
She’d probably get excited no matter what I did anyway.
Just as I was about to make eye contact with her—as she nibbled on my glans while waiting for my touch—and thrust my hips, it happened.
“Wow, you’re really doing it with your mouth. That’s lewd.”
“Ugh!”
“Eek!”
Startled by the husky, sleep-drunken voice from behind, my hips jerked up much further than I intended.
At the same time, Jo Ayoung, seemingly surprised, lifted her chin, but couldn’t react in time to my thrusting cock and closed her mouth slightly.
Which meant she had bitten down on my cock, which was caught in between.
“Aaaaaah!”
It hurt.
It was a horrific pain that made me worry if my cock was actually going to snap off.
Jo Ayoung’s canines were sharp to begin with, and having my cock bitten by them brought on an indescribable agony.
“Ah, sorry. Did I startle you?”
“Song Ji! Why would you talk so suddenly! You startled me and I bit the nerd’s cock!”
“No, I’m the one who’s startled. Do you know what it’s like to wake up and see your friend sucking a man’s cock?”
“Sob, sob, sob.”
Ignoring the two of them as they panicked, I curled my body up and rolled around on the bed.
Seeing me in pain, the two who had been about to confront each other seemed to decide that now wasn’t the time to fight and began to tend to me first.
“Are you okay? I was just so surprised, I didn’t mean to.”
“I’m a bit sorry too. I never expected that to happen.”
“Ugh… I, I’m okay.”
It hurt, but I didn’t have much room to talk.
If I’d woken up to that sight, I would’ve been startled and spoken up too.
I could understand. I was just surprised because I hadn’t expected her to whisper in my ear without a sound.
“Let me see. Is it bleeding?”
Jo Ayoung crouched back down under me, pressed her face close, and examined my cock meticulously.
“Hmm, no visible wounds. As expected, the nerd’s cock is tough; I guess it can handle at least this much from me.”
“This isn’t the time for jokes. I really thought it was going to snap off.”
“But look, it’s standing up, isn’t it? Don’t you think a light bite is just a form of stimulation?”
Jo Ayoung gave my cock a quick stroke, and it wobbled in her hand, having already fully recovered.
Wow, it’s my own cock, but this is insane. It was bitten once, and it’s perfectly fine, just hurting a little?
“Is… is it supposed to be like that? Or is the loser just that amazing?”
“Maybe the nerd is just amazing? Look, there’s a faint mark left here.”
There was a faint tooth mark where Jo Ayoung was pointing.
How hard did she bite? How tough is this thing?
“Crazy. This is just a bit of pain and that’s it?”
Song Jiyoung examined my cock and looked at me with an expression of disbelief.
Don’t look at me like that. I found out today too.
“It really is a nerd’s cock. You have to be at least this much to call it a monster dick.”
For some reason, Jo Ayoung seemed happy, as if she were the one being praised, and planted a kiss on the glans.
Strangely, that action made my self-esteem soar.
It really is amazing. My cock.
“It might hurt, so should I disinfect it for you?”
Slurp.
Just like that, Jo Ayoung buried her head and started the fellatio again, peppering my cock with kisses.
As if she didn’t care about Song Jiyoung, who had woken up.
No, it was an exaggerated movement, as if she wanted to show it off.
“…You’re insane, seriously.”
Song Jiyoung watched Jo Ayoung’s movements quietly and settled down next to me.
“Hey, does it really feel that good?”
“Yeah. Ayoung is pretty good at it.”
“Slurp. Right? There’s no one like me, is there?”
The reason Jo Ayoung was doing this was clearly a desire for exhibitionism.
Because Song Jiyoung would never do fellatio, even if she died and came back to life.
The reason she was doing it in this room, with her right there, was clear.
I used the intuition I’d built up over the years to grasp her intent and played along, which made Jo Ayoung even more emboldened, leading her to show off an even more devoted tongue technique.
“Slurp, nerd. If you’re turned on, you can cum whenever you want. Kiss. Tell me if you want to use my throat-pussy. Slurp. Got it?”
“Got it. Don’t pull away, just keep going.”
I pressed down on the back of her head slightly, and she curved her eyes into crescents and buried her face completely.
“…Seriously. You’re such a slut.”
Song Jiyoung muttered that as if her brain were overloading, all the while continuing to watch Jo Ayoung, who had buried her face in my crotch.
The way Jo Ayoung shrugged her shoulders, as if proud to hear that, was just so like her.
An arm slid against my side.
“Jiyoung?”
“Stay still. I’m a little turned on.”
Wow, Song Jiyoung is initiating skinship?
As expected of Jo Ayoung. Since they’re best friends, she knew exactly how to turn Song Jiyoung on.
I’m grateful.
“Hey, how good does it feel? Like you’re about to cum?”
Song Jiyoung whispered in my ear, never taking her eyes off my cock as it disappeared and reappeared in Jo Ayoung’s mouth.
The moderately low, bass-heavy voice tickled my eardrums.
I should be honest. Jo Ayoung and Song Jiyoung both wanted that.
“Actually, when Jo Ayoung sucks it, I feel like I could cum at any moment, but I’m holding back however I can to feel it just a little bit more.”
“Mmm. You can cum. Slurp. I’m telling you, you can♡”
Responding to what I said for her to hear, Jo Ayoung sucked on my cock with even more affection.
“Don’t pull away.”
On the other hand, I pressed down on the back of her head with an attitude that felt more like a growl.
A roleplay we had already learned.
Jo Ayoung wagged her hips gently like a puppy wagging its tail, swallowing my cock deep and tightening her throat around it.
“Wow, you’re basically just a tool for releasing sexual desire.”
Song Jiyoung’s honest assessment followed.
That was admiration for Jo Ayoung. Or perhaps mockery.
Honestly, I didn’t even know in what way this behavior was something to be proud of.
“Do you do this often?”
“Sometimes, but Ayoung seems to be enjoying it more today.”
“Slurp. Kiss. Gulp. Slurp.”
I whispered with Song Jiyoung while my cock was being sucked by Ayoung to great acclaim.
One woman swallowing my cock down to her throat, and another clinging to my side, arms linked, whispering in my ear.
I was truly enjoying a harem, and a happiness beyond compare was welling up inside me.
“Ugh. I’m about to cum, so I’m going to thrust a bit, just bear with it.”
I grabbed Jo Ayoung’s hair and, led by desire, thrust my hips.
“Ugh, ugh, ooh.”
“Wow, wow.”
Along with the sound of thrusting into her throat-pussy, sounds mixed with admiration reached my ears.
At the same time, as always, a wet, frictional sound could be heard from a little further away.
Squish, squish, squish.
But this time, it was special.
A very small sound.
Slurp.
One more of those wet sounds.
In the middle of thrusting, I turned my head to look at Song Jiyoung, who was clinging to my shoulder.
Our eyes met.
Song Jiyoung, her eyes already moist, was staring straight at me.
With that same desperate look I’d seen that day, as if she were craving something.
“Urgh.”
Looking at her, I couldn’t hold it back any longer and released my semen.
“Ugh.”
The overflowing semen filled Jo Ayoung’s throat and spilled over.
Gulp.
The sound of her swallowing the semen.
Gulp.
The sound of her swallowing her saliva.
Pfft.
The sound of her spraying her own juices while swallowing the semen, as always.
And.
“Eunseong.”
I heard a voice calling my name.
Song Jiyoung’s face filled my vision.
“Hmm?”
I felt a moist sensation on my lips.
Song Jiyoung’s wet eyes were so hot they felt like they would melt me, so I closed my eyes to avoid them.
“Keh-heck. Nerd, you were a bit… more than usual.”
Jo Ayoung, having spat out the cock she was holding, tried to say something but fell silent.
I’m sorry, but I couldn’t pay attention right now because I was too busy feeling this sweet sensation on my lips.
Song Jiyoung’s arms wrapped around my neck, and unable to withstand her weight, I collapsed onto the bed.
Of course, our lips, still pressed together, showed no signs of parting.
This was a kiss.
I was wrapped in an ecstatic sense of elevation, as if time had stopped.
But then, a sound that brought me back to my senses rang out through the room.
“Y-you… fucking hell! What the hell are you doing!!”