Changed Everyday Life
That day, Jo Ayoung still wouldn't let me touch her in the end.
I had no fucking clue why.
Blowjobs were fine, even deepthroating, but touching her tits? No way?
Sex is okay but kissing isn't? Is that the logic?
I couldn't wrap my head around it, but honestly, it didn't matter right then.
Regret was regret, but the important thing was now.
After that day, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say my daily life had completely transformed.
Slurp, slurp, slurp.
Late evening. Before everyone else got home.
Jo Ayoung was crouched in front of me while I cooked in the kitchen, diligently sucking my dick.
No special reason. Just because she felt like it.
That casualness turned me on even more.
"Slurp. Pah. Hurry up and cum, the girls are coming."
"Shut up and suck. I was right on the edge."
"Fuck, watch your dick breath."
She grumbled like she was annoyed, but when I spoke harshly and grabbed her by the hair, her whole expression changed.
Like she was enjoying it. In ecstasy. Eyes going slack.
That look got me so hard, I started spewing even rougher words.
"I'm cumming. Can I do it on your face?"
"Mmm. Slurp."
Ayoung shook her head no, then took my dick deep into her throat and squeezed hard.
"Urk."
In just a few days, her blowjob skills had improved leaps and bounds.
My dick, right on the verge, couldn't withstand the slippery pressure from her throat pussy mucosa squeezing from all sides. It erupted, shooting hot cum deep inside.
"Glrk. Gulp."
"Don't spit it out. It's perfect right now."
She tried to pull her head back like she was choking, but I gripped the back of her head tight and thrust my hips forward more.
Trapped with her head held firm, she squirmed and squeezed her throat even harder.
Ugh. Feels fucking incredible.
"Pha. Cough. Krrk."
After I finished cumming and let go, she hacked up a cough and glared at me.
Her sharp eyes, wet and bloodshot, only made me hornier.
That's exactly why I can't resist cumming down her throat.
The delinquent girl who used to lord over me, now with her mouth full of cum and tears welling up.
Now she swallowed it so naturally, even scooping up the dribbles from her lips and licking them clean.
It was straight out of my fantasies.
"You fucking asshole. Your dick's so thick, it hurts when you force it in like that."
"Sorry. It felt too good, I lost control."
I apologized sheepishly and shoved my still semi-hard dick toward her.
Jo Ayoung glared at me but buried her face in it anyway, meticulously licking off the cum and saliva with her tongue.
This was my achievement.
After every blowjob, she'd clean it up with her mouth without fail.
Something I'd trained into her after repeated sessions—an aftercare service.
"Slurp. So fucking huge and useless."
"That's why it tastes so good, right?"
"...Getting cocky. For a pervy otaku like you. Mwah."
Ayoung always bitched about it but put real effort into the cleanup blowjob, finishing it properly every time.
I might not know much, but if this were an ero manga world, there'd definitely be hearts floating in her eyes while she sucked me off.
Her face when blowing me was pure female in heat, totally dick-whipped.
"Smack. Done. Sucked it all clean."
"Good girl."
I absentmindedly patted her head as she reported back.
"What? You think I'm your pet or something?"
She glared, eyes narrowing, and grabbed the base of my dick hard.
"Sorry."
I laughed and apologized.
Her angry voice didn't scare me anymore.
Seeing how her body shook with barely hidden joy, head wagging side to side, anyone would get it.
If she had a tail, it'd be wagging like crazy.
Bodies are so honest.
"What the hell. Why's it hard again and drooling? You pervy pervy otaku fuck. Ugh, look at it leaking."
Smack.
After her thorough, saliva-drenched cleanup, my fully revived dick drooled pre-cum. She pursed her lips and sucked it right up.
Eyes closed, kissing my dick like that. A genius maso-bitch who knows just how to piss it off!
"Smells good~ Eun-seong, you cooking?"
"Uh, yeah! You're early?"
My attempt to ram my throbbing dick back into her mouth got cockblocked by the voice at the entrance.
I hurriedly pulled up my pants and greeted Hyeji's bright smile. She came running into the kitchen and buried her face in my back.
"Wah~ Homemade food from Eun-seong! Haven't had it in forever, so I'm extra excited! What's on the menu?"
"Curry. It'll be done soon, so grab the side dishes."
"Okay! I'll set the table too."
While Hyeji dashed to the fridge, Ayoung was already gargling with water in her mouth.
"...Ayoung, whatcha doing?"
"Grrr. Ptoo. Can't you see? Gargling."
"Your eyes are red."
Song Jiyoung's unexpected question made Ayoung panic and spit out the water.
"Pffft. Ah, fuck. I almost coughed again thinking about it. I was gargling when some dust got in."
"Hmmm, really? So you were helping the loser cook until then?"
"Yeah."
"You? Should I skip dinner today?"
Jiyoung's face turned serious.
"Why! What's wrong with me cooking?!"
"Don't even ask. Anything you touch goes rotten."
"Fuck, I just assisted the pervy otaku. He did the actual cooking."
It was true.
I cooked while Ayoung rubbed her tits on my back and sucked my dick. Zero contribution to the food.
She was all distraction.
If it weren't simple curry—just dump ingredients and wait—we might not have eaten on time.
"Yeah, yeah, just stay away from the cooking, please."
"What's with you today? So picky. On your period? Timing's off though."
"No, just... something pissed me off."
Sounded like a convo I shouldn't butt into.
I stayed quiet, picked up the pot, and moved it to the table.
Good intel. Jiyoung's in a bad mood today. Gotta avoid poking the bear.
"Alright, dig in."
"Yay! Thanks for the food!"
Another peaceful dinner began.
***
"I'll do the dishes."
As Jiyoung headed to the sink, Hyeji had already finished eating and flopped onto the sofa.
"Don't lie down right after eating."
"Okay, Dad. Won't next time."
"Who're you calling Dad."
The nagging never ends.
If she'd listened, she wouldn't have run away from home in the first place.
I sighed, clearing the table, when Jo Ayoung stuck to my back and whispered in my ear.
"Pervy otaku. Calmed down now?"
Her hand slithered under my shirt like a snake, stroking bare skin.
"...If I wasn't calm during dinner, what kinda perv would that make me?"
"You are a perv. Touch you like this and you'll get hard right away."
Her fingers trailed up to my chest, caressing lightly.
She was right.
My dick was already rock hard.
She always started like this, teasing gently.
Now I was Pavlov's dog—her tits against my back alone triggered full erection.
"Sucks getting blue-balled, huh? If Song-chi wasn't all moody, I'd have jerked you off during dinner."
This beach bunny talking crazy again.
"Cut it out. You'll get caught."
"So what if we do? It's not like I'm hiding that I play with my pervy otaku."
I'm not your toy, you cocky maso onahole.
I scowled, and Ayoung, who was nibbling my earlobe, burst out laughing.
"What? Don't like that? My pervy otaku actually wants to lose his V-card to someone he loves? A pure-hearted romantic?"
"...I'm not a virgin."
"Sure you are. Never even held a girl's hand properly."
Damn, she nailed it.
Is this girl experienced or not? Can't tell.
Well, I do look 80% virgin material anyway.
"Whatcha doing?"
Jiyoung finished dishes and came out, spotting us.
"Playing with the pervy otaku."
Ayoung answered casually, hand still under my shirt.
Her shamelessness threshold was rising daily.
Maybe that's why it didn't raise suspicion.
Jiyoung's eyes dropped to my bulging pants.
"...Tch. Go easy."
She shot me a contemptuous look and headed to the air purifier.
Why's she glaring at me? I'm the victim here.
"Oh? Green light. What now? Still not enough for you?"
Ayoung whispered in my ear again.
Teasing me, sure, but her voice was already dripping wet.
She's the one desperate.
Right after sucking me off.
How much of a slut is she?
If I said no, she'd bitch even more.
I could feel her pent-up lust.
"Wanna go to my room?"
My low suggestion made her breath hitch.
No reason for me to refuse.
I play nice in front of others, but alone? I'll dominate her like she wants, fuck out every drop of frustration.
I wanted to see those teary eyes again.
Gonna wreck that throat pussy.
Her panties were long past functional anyway.
***
"Gulp. Glrk."
Today's third load down Jo Ayoung's throat.
She'd gotten so used to my dick, she barely coughed even when I buried it deep.
"Fits perfectly now. My personal throat pussy onahole."
I stroked her cheek and slowly pulled out.
Her sassy eyes were glazed over, mouth agape even after I slipped free, staring up at me blankly.
Guess this level of mind-break is still within limits.
I stuck fingers in her open mouth and pulled out her tongue.
Sticky saliva dangling from it.
Perfect post-cum wet wipe for cleanup.
The way she waited obediently for my touch drove me insane.
I grabbed my dick and wiped the leftover cum from the tip onto her tongue.
Squelch, squelch, squelch.
Crude wet sounds filled my ears.
Not from rubbing my glans on her tongue.
Her hand busy between her legs, out of my sight.
This maso perv bitch is hopeless.
"Jo Ayoung."
"Hm?"
"Who said you could touch yourself? Dick that tasty?"
Squelch.
The sound stopped.
"W-who's masturbating? You're imagining shit."
"You weren't?"
"No. No perv bitch jerks off while sucking dick. Stop watching hentai."
Ayoung averted her eyes, obviously flustered.
Every single time these past few days, caught red-handed. Now playing innocent?
"Jerking off during a blowjob isn't that rare a kink."
"...What do you know, virgin?"
"Virgins know more. Theory's my specialty."
I spouted my brazen pseudo-sex knowledge, and Ayoung peeked up meekly, meeting my eyes.
"Really?"
"Yeah. Plus, my dick's a monster, right? Sluts like you get wet naturally."
"...Pfft. Big dick doesn't make you alpha."
Ayoung laughed and slipped back into her usual playful self.
The more blowjobs, the more her mind went fuzzy, showing sides unlike her usual self.
Like auto-training. Not bad.
But Ayoung's best as a cocky bitch.
She held my gaze a moment, then snuggled against my side.
Seemed she liked my words—her eyes full of affection.
Seeing this expression after our pseudo-sex sessions was one of my joys lately.
Felt like conquering a female.
"Today's load was great. Skills improved a ton."
"...Not doing it for your praise."
Her lips twitched up as she turned away.
Getting cuter by the day.
At this rate, taking her virginity soon wouldn't be a dream.
I gazed down at her leaning on me, envisioning blissful futures.
My intense stare must've gotten to her. She looked up slyly, batted her eyes, and brought her mouth to my ear.
"...Pervy otaku, wanna touch my tits?"
Whispering exactly what I'd longed to hear.