Knowledge Utilization 2
My gaze couldn't tear away from Han Areum's pale, flawless skin. Just the fact that she was standing right in front of me made my heart feel like it was about to explode. A familiar, idiotic surge of desire pulsed slowly toward this perfected beauty as she strode confidently toward me.
Take a good look at Han Areum's stunning body. Whether she'd been possessed by a demon or had her body hijacked didn't matter. What mattered was that her appearance was more beautiful than any goddess. Judging by how her heels brought her eye level close to mine, she had to be over 172cm—a tall goddess. Tall women like her always looked even sexier in the same outfit, with more skin on display. Her thighs brushed together in a model's flashy catwalk stride, exuding total confidence. I could imagine the kind of life she'd led before. High-class, perfectly suited to Bentley showroom vibes. Even if she was a demon now, I couldn't help being drawn to her looks.
She came right up to my face and handed me a card. "Badge for allowance curry rice treatment bathroom check after part-time quit?" She dangled the car keys in front of my eyes.
Her voice matched her beauty perfectly, hitting my heart with a thud. Ever gotten hard just from a voice? That was me right now. Han Areum's Broca's area and Wernicke's area in her brain were firing off meaningless signals. Probably something about the card payment going through, right?
Click. She flung open the passenger door. She slid naturally into the seat and shut the door. Huh? Why?? I stared at her, momentarily flustered.
'Oh, right.'
I remembered the standard vehicle demo protocol. The pretty sales rep sits shotgun to explain everything. For a car worth over 100 billion won, they'd send their ace, Han Areum, to ride along. I climbed into the driver's seat and closed the door.
The new-car smell of thick leather filled the air, along with that hazy isolation from the outside world. Then came a quiet stillness, tickled by the scent of jasmine. It was surreal. My dream car, with my dream girl sitting right beside me. Courage—and my dick—started throbbing uncontrollably.
'Huh?'
Something was off. My erect cock was trying to punch through the waistband of my shorts. I panicked and angled it diagonally with my hand to avert disaster.
'Has my dick always been this big?' At least 18cm, and not even fully hard! The glans alone felt bigger. My puzzled thoughts went blank as Han Areum leaned in, wrapping her body around mine.
'What the—?'
She stretched her upper body toward me to buckle my seatbelt for me. Her voluptuous cleavage, complete with deep cleavage lines, brushed lightly against my face before pulling away. The milky scent of her skin mixed with jasmine, teasing my nose. Demon or not, I didn't care. My cock was about to burst. Try being in a private space with a national-level beauty like this! Filthy thoughts were inevitable.
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She asked something, so I just nodded. Her long index finger lightly pressed the power button. Rumble rumble rumble. The 12-cylinder engine roared to life before settling into silence. Perfect noise insulation, as expected from a high-end sedan. Bentley for the win! The interior felt like a cozy fortress. The leather backrest cradled my back perfectly as I leaned into it. Tinted windows hid us from the outside world.
Han Areum's breathing and the sweet scent from her mouth scrambled my brain. With elegant gestures, she activated the digital cockpit dashboard. The wide screen showed camera feeds from all around the car. Weirdly, that suit guy I thought had left was still lurking nearby.
'What the hell? Why hasn't that creep left? Still something left to do?'
Maybe he had a crush on Han Areum? I'd heard her name come up from his mouth a lot. But my focus was on the Bentley over her. Any guy would be the same. Han Areum kept explaining from the seat next to me.
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Her upper body brushed over mine as she reached to demo the left door button. This time, her soft tits pressed heavily onto my t-shirt. Gasp. The two mounds stuck plushly to my chest before peeling away. I could feel the exact shape of her breasts. Even the hard nub of her nipple grazed my skin. Whoa. Fuck. Dorm-style milk tanks. My heart pounded like it would explode.
She opened her mouth in that position—close enough that sticking out my tongue would've meant a kiss. Beautiful temptation. Her warm breath grazed the tip of my nose. These were living, breathing humans. No way they were demons.
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Buying a 100-billion-won car must've registered me as rich, cueing her seduction routine. Shells with hollowed-out brains prioritize desire over reason. She'd eyed my watch earlier too. They could still judge targets. Distinguishing buyers from window-shoppers was basic protocol. My Gunel luxury training shorts and Italian sneakers were genius moves. Real rich guys buy disposable casual wear like this, not just flashy jackets. Hit or miss.
A woman shoving her face in yours screams seduction. She thought I was loaded. She kept leaning in, pressing her tits against me. Her soft breasts kept brushing my shoulder. This was blatant flirting. I recalled her self-intro.
[Poor family background...] And now she lived in a luxury apartment. Not from a sales job alone. Beautiful + poor = woman's downfall. Formula proven by my ex-wife Shin Serin. Broke beauties crave money most. Han Areum might've ended up at a tenpro hostess bar if not for this place. ...Or maybe she was already doing nights like that.
From her self-intro: sky-high social climbing drive. Shells chase the brain's ingrained desires. Humans without reason default to base urges. Like getting someone blackout drunk to see their true self. Fascinating to watch a raw, reasonless human shell. Neuroscience goldmine. Basal ganglia looping procedural memory and habits. Cerebellum fine-tuning learned motor patterns and automated moves.
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Her explanation moved to the steering wheel, her tits still lightly pressing my upper body. In just training shorts, my cock was on the verge of exploding.
'Whatever. One fuck won't get me possessed, right? Doomed anyway. Possession's just a bonus.'
I couldn't hold back anymore. Ziiing. She hit the seat adjustment on the left door, reclining my body backward. As my upper body lay back, she naturally draped over me. Her soft feminine form poured onto mine; instinctively, I grabbed her waist. Incredibly slim, like it might snap. As my hands encircled it, she responded with a Joker smile.
Emboldened, I got bolder. White flesh threatening to burst from her dress... I lightly caressed her upper cleavage. Already in a too-tight one-size-small dress. Kneading her massive tits pulled the fabric down, launching her enormous peaches into view. Gasp. Beautiful giant peaches! I swear I heard a boing boing as they jiggled, overwhelming me. She kept her Joker smile. I mirrored it, groping her marshmallows. Plush texture, nipples perking against my palms. Light sweat beading on her milk tanks. My fingers sank into the massive orbs. I felt her heartbeat racing through my fingertips.
'What the hell is this? Such soft tits!'
Saliva gulp down my throat. Warm, squishy feel. Silky skin, pink areolas and nipples. Mouth went dry. I wanted to bite them. Savagely! Jasmine scent thickened. Her half-open mouth breathed heavier. Then, her reaction shocked me. Her right hand groped downward, caressing my erection? The training shorts slid off helplessly; her warm hand enveloped my thick shaft. That much muscle memory meant tons of experience.
Our eyes met. Joker smiles exchanged. This smile meant consent.
Her tongue invaded my mouth; I sucked hers back. Jasmine-flavored, slick, moist tongue roamed my mouth. Fresh like live fish. Pink loach doing Dr. Fish duty on my gums and tongue. As the intense kiss wound down, she lifted her upper body, revealing her porcelain tits. Swollen veins on the near-bursting fullness. Tense yet infinitely soft, fingers sinking in. I couldn't help reaching up to caress her red tanks.
Whoa. Like a zealot in the Tit-Worshipping Village? Slender neck, collarbones. Modest pale-pink areolas topped with shy, erect fruits. The more I touched, the more I craved. Demon hijacking human flesh or not—using a human brain makes 'em human!
...Worth dying for. My crotch throbbed massively erect. Clear pre-cum already dripping from the tip. Cock definitely bigger. Pants off, I yanked off my t-shirt too. Kept a straight face. Moved slowly. No ecstasy face, I reminded myself. Han Areum stayed expressionless too. But her breath hitched wildly or whispered softly whenever I groped her tits.
I buried my face between them, hugging tight. Feeling each other's body heat added extra thrill. Now she gently stroked my hair. Like a mom offering milk? Violent thirst choked me. Instinctively, I latched onto one nipple, sucking slowly. No milk, but nipple-sucking's pure instinct. Utterly comforting, nostalgic. Wanted to stay like this, but she stroked my hard cock and hungrily sought my lips. Intense kiss redux. Her lips conquered mine, then trailed my neck.
I bit my lip to stay stoic. Insane pleasure. She was the same. We read the desire behind each other's blank masks. Her face slightly flushed. She caressed my erection while licking down my upper body. Tongue slid slowly downward, tickling my abs. Knowing where it'd go next, dopamine surged. I caressed her tits, trailed down her back. Sweat beads along her spine. How could human skin be this white, flawless?
Stroked her hair lightly. "Necklace jewelry diamond Gunel."
Her mumble was nonsense word salad, but the rhythmic sound felt sensual. Then—
Her tongue coiled screw-like around my crotch. Lips locked on my glans. Pleasure jolted my whole body. Tongue technique beyond imagination. What the fuck, Han Areum... This demon bitch... A goddess of exquisite beauty sucking my filthy cock. Didn't even shower today...
Her head bobbed up and down, driving my ecstasy. Her hair cascaded like black waterfalls onto the leather seats. Not sure if moans were okay yet. Pleasure had my head whipping side to side. Perfect replay of losing my V-card to that noona from college blind date. Same embarrassing head-thrash. Sensitive glans hammered by soft-yet-powerful stimulation. Contradiction made sense now! Overwhelmed, flailing in ecstasy, I clamped my mouth shut with both hands.
Slurp slurrrp. Shlurp shlurp. Sluuuurp. Juicy leather-wet sucking sounds filled the car. Pheromone-packed sexy space. I writhed in pleasure. Lips nibbling my abs, nose breath tickling. She deepthroated my massive cock fully. A beauty like Han Areum doing deepthroat. Just sitting next to her nearly burst my heart.
Her tight throat clenched—I couldn't hold. Spurt spurt. I came like a rabbit in her mouth. No way to last over five minutes. Hell, this was impressive. Massive load backed up her nose. She held the mouthful without coughing.
"!!"
Shockingly, she gulped it down. Gulp gulp. Her routine triggered by my oral creampie. Throat bobbed as she swallowed, flashing a Joker smile. The smile brought belated dread. Was a demon sucking my dick right now? Soft, wet tongue harboring evil. Demons are usually terrifying. Cursed, sticky doom... Nah, a goddess like this tailing me? Thank you very much. Demon or not, using human brain and body? The moment you do... you can't beat me.
I returned her Joker smile.