A Temptation Too Alluring to Refuse
It was a temptation too alluring to refuse.
The first time I met Jo Ayoung was back in middle school.
One of the delinquents who trailed behind Kang Yena like a shadow.
She never bullied me herself or tried to stop it.
Just stared at her phone with that bored look, like she couldn't care less about the world.
She could've faded into the background since she never stepped up, but every time she slumped over her desk in the back of the classroom for a nap, those overwhelming tits squished against the surface always drew everyone's eyes.
Maybe that's why she stuck with Yena's crew—to use them as a shield against all those lecherous stares.
That was my entire first impression of Jo Ayoung.
We went to different high schools, lost touch, and then one day, she showed up as one of the invaders who barged into my house following Yena.
Games became our connection, and I learned she was actually pretty enthusiastic about stuff that interested her.
A girl who spent all day doom-scrolling short-form videos and shitting out posts on communities—not much different from a loser dude who never got laid.
In this life where everyone treated me like furniture or a pet, her harmless teasing was the one thing that made my heart race.
I wanted to believe it was harmless. At least in her dirty talk, I felt like a man.
"Slurp, smack."
And now, that Ayoung was sucking my dick.
The second we got to my room, she told me to strip, then suddenly pressed her lips against my glans.
"Pah. How's it feel, perv otaku? Fucking amazing, right?"
She asked for my reaction like she was proving her skills.
It was making me so goddamn hard.
But her teeth kept grazing it, and she couldn't deepthroat—just barely nursing the tip—so I wouldn't call it skilled.
"Nngh, it's driving me crazy."
Still, no need to be brutally honest.
"Pfft. What kinda reaction is that?"
Smack.
Ayoung planted a kiss on the tip of my glans and carefully took my dick back into her mouth.
The same Jo Ayoung who'd always had guys openly drooling, fantasizing about groping those tits.
Now sucking my dick.
A sense of accomplishment like nothing else flooded my head.
"Gulp. Hey, stop flexing your dick like that. Makes it hard to suck."
"S-sorry. It's not like I can control it."
Ayoung pulled her mouth off my dick and looked up at me, fluttering her eyes seductively.
"Must feel pretty damn good, huh? You like this big sis's mouth pussy that much?"
"'Mouth pussy'? What kinda way is that to put it?"
"Don't play dumb. I know exactly what you're into."
She stroked my saliva-drenched dick with her hand and pressed her body against mine.
Through her thin T-shirt, her soft tits squished against my stomach.
"'Delinquent gal with a boyfriend gets creampied raw and knocked up,' 'Black gal's mouth pussy gets schooled'… You watch that shit all the time, you perverted perv otaku fuck."
"Wh-when did you see that!?"
How does she know about my browser history collection? Even the latest one I got last week?
"Why act surprised? You let me borrow your computer every time and didn't even hide the folder. You wanted me to see it, didn't you?"
She swept her hand up my sticky dick and nibbled my earlobe like she had earlier that day.
Grk. The stimulation was too intense; my brain couldn't figure out how to respond.
My mind was going hazy from the nonstop pleasure surging from my sticky dick.
"So, perv otaku, you happy now that big sis is finally jerking off that loser dick of yours like you always wanted? Say it."
"Wh-who's big sis? We're the same age."
I rebelled in a trembling voice, thinking that admitting it would mean defeat.
Then Ayoung's hand left my dick.
"Hey, perv otaku. Can't you read the room? Right now's the time to whimper and submit like a good boy. And you dare talk back?"
Cold words slipped from her lips right against my ear.
If I just gave in now, I'd get the ultimate pleasure, no doubt.
Fellatio was finally unlocked, so if I played along nicely, maybe she'd even let me cum in her mouth.
But I didn't want to be dragged around anymore.
I'd take back control bit by bit, no matter how small, conquer these girls, and build my harem.
"Uh, s-sorry."
But me, Kim Eun-seong.
Seven years as a total loser shuttle.
No memories of even holding a girl's hand since kindergarten.
An extra-tier doormat life, miles away from any protagonist qualities like patience or cunning.
I caved easily to the pleasure right in front of me.
"Look at you, acting all manly with your pride."
Ayoung sneered at me and lowered her head to take my dick back in.
The ecstatic sensation of her mucous membranes wrapping my glans returned.
"Hahk."
"Fuck, don't moan like that. Slurp, ruins my focus."
She wants reactions but no moaning? What rhythm am I supposed to follow?
Her tongue tip flicked my urethra, then she opened wide, engulfed my glans, and started bobbing up and down.
"Haum."
This time, she'd leveled up—one hand gripping the shaft that wouldn't fit in her mouth, stroking in sync.
Sensations hitting my shaft and glans at once felt like electricity shooting to my toes.
Honestly, her hand and mouth rhythms were off and sloppy, but that clumsiness made it even hotter.
The feeling of her earnestly trying her unpolished best just for me gave me a conqueror's rush.
Slurp, gluck, smack. Smooch.
Swallowing and sucking sounds mixed together.
Her messy hair bounced with every forward-and-back bob of her head.
"Pah, ugh. Your hair's in the way."
Finally, when her hair spilled over and covered her face, Ayoung pulled off, swept it to one side, and looked up at me.
"Hey, perv otaku, hold this for me."
"Huh? My hair?"
"Yeah. It's annoying, so grab it."
I reached out as ordered and gripped her ponytail.
Satisfied with my obedience, she dove right back onto my dick.
Slurp. Chomp. Chomp. Ngh.
"Hey! Don't grip so tight! It hurts!"
"Oh, sorry."
Then don't suck so hard.
I clutched her head as she kept blowing me and just stared down.
With the hair out of the way, she picked up the pace—maybe the momentum helped.
Her mouth corners stretched wide around my dick. As she worked hard, she rolled her eyes up to meet mine and blinked.
Eyes that seemed to ask something.
"Feels so good. Keep going just like that."
I gave her the answer she wanted, and her eyes crinkled happily as she dipped her head again.
The suction got a little stronger.
Why's she so cute all of a sudden?
"Smack. Slurp. Smooch. Smooch."
The sounds of her total focus made me unconsciously tighten then loosen my grip on her hair.
For a split second, I saw her eyelids flutter while she sucked.
"Haa. Perv otaku. Why won't you cum? My handjobs not good enough?"
Ayoung looked up at me, pulling off, maybe tired from the nonstop blowjob.
Well, I'd already busted one off in the shower earlier, so it was more bearable than expected.
Though it was still stimulating enough that one slip-up would make me blow.
"No, it's so good I'm holding back to enjoy it longer."
"Don't force it—cum already. My jaw's killing me. This thing's fucking huge."
She grinned satisfied at my answer and started stroking with her hand.
"Smack. Ah, seriously. How the fuck does a perv otaku like you have a dick like this? If it wasn't for this, I'd never blow a loser like you."
She mumbled, pressing her lips to the side of my glans.
A little break time.
I released my grip on her hair and stroked her head, her cheek resting on my thigh—like I did with Hyeji.
It was habitual, and the Ayoung who'd normally snap at me was quietly enjoying my touch.
"St-still, it's good to get experience handling a huge dick, right?"
"What kinda logic is that? What am I gonna do with experience like this? It's not like I'm dating some big foreign celebrity."
"Uh… you have foreign friends?"
"No, you perv. You into NTR too?"
"No. Absolutely not."
I answered firmly.
Anything but NTR.
Sure, there are 2D works where the art style crushes it, but I'd never let my woman go through that.
"Bullshit. What if it happens to you? You gonna stop it?"
"Y-yeah, but no. I'd stop it somehow."
Ayoung's eyes went wide at my defiance.
Surprised, maybe with a hint of anticipation.
"How?"
"…Somehow."
I'd figure it out.
Even a total loser like me has something to rely on.
Throw money at it—hire someone, pull some strings.
"Ooh. Perv otaku's got confidence, huh. Makes sense—once you taste a dick like this, no other one's gonna cut it."
Ayoung smiled with her eyes and kissed my dick again.
Was she acknowledging it? Her lips felt a little more tender this time.
Dick kisses packed with her sincerity—way better than I expected.
"What, scared? Afraid I'll go slut around with other guys?"
"…We're not even together in the first place."
"Acting all cool. But look at you panting the second I say you're safe."
Ayoung snickered, flicking her tongue under my glans.
Squelch, squelch, squelch.
The wet sounds from her tongue flicks burrowed into my ears, too faint to hear normally.
"Poor pathetic loser perv otaku can't help it. Even with a dick like this, never landed a girl—must suck so bad."
Lick, lick.
She kept provoking me, just pressing her lips to my glans.
Starting to get to me now.
Squelch-squelch-squelch.
The faint wet sounds continued.
I glanced down—her other hand, not gripping my dick, had slipped between her legs.
No way.
"…Now do it properly."
Teased by the sensation, I gathered her hair again.
Firm—like when she said it hurt at first.
For that instant, clearly.
I saw Ayoung's eyes change.
I'd suspected from her reaction earlier.
It wasn't a fluke.
Jo Ayoung, the girl who always threw sex jokes without a care and used porn stories as bar snacks.
In the end, she was just as much of a perv as me.