Chapter 3
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 3
Chapter Title: Kim Sujin's Pussy Fountain
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“Thanks for your hard work.”
“Thank you. Have a good one.”
Once the customer who had picked up his coffee left, Choi Yujeong rolled her head from side to side to loosen her neck.
Seizing the idle moment, she pulled out her phone to scroll through some shorts.
Then, hearing footsteps coming down the stairs from the second floor, she quickly pocketed her phone.
The one descending from upstairs was Kim Sujin.
She approached the counter.
“Did you see Kim Minwoo leave?”
“Yeah. He looked totally spaced out. What'd he say? That he couldn't do it?”
Choi Yujeong asked with a smirk.
Kim Sujin, arms crossed, clicked her tongue and glanced at Yujeong before speaking.
“Maybe we should just drop it? Kinda feel bad for Kim Minwoo.”
“Hey, fuck off. You're the one who said you'd do it. If it had been me or Ayoung, you would've made us go through with it no matter what.”
“No, he didn't do anything wrong, but you're making him take the punishment...”
“Hey, why would that be a punishment for him? It's a chance to fuck you, Kim Sujin. He might act like he doesn't want it, but deep down, the loser probably loves it.”
“...”
Kim Sujin fell silent for a moment before opening her mouth.
“We just need to film 30 seconds of it and show them, right?”
Choi Yujeong snorted a laugh.
“Fuck, girl.”
“...”
“Honestly, it's just a joke. If you really can't do it, we don't have to.”
“For real?”
“Well... that's my take. Not sure about Ayoung.”
“She'd probably say to do it for sure.”
“...Probably?”
The two fell quiet for a bit.
Kim Sujin glanced around the empty first floor for no reason and spoke up.
“Hey.”
“...?”
“How's it down there?”
“...How's what? What do you mean?”
Sujin nodded toward her crotch.
“How's it feeling down there?”
“Oh... uh.”
Choi Yujeong just shrugged awkwardly.
Kim Sujin spoke.
“Mine hurts like hell. Feels swollen. You're really okay?”
Choi Yujeong leaned in and whispered back.
“Honestly, when I woke up this morning, I thought I was dying.”
Their eyes met, and they both burst out laughing.
Sujin asked.
“What about Ayoung? She hasn't texted?”
“Talked to her earlier. Said she's been icing it and lying down 'cause it hurts.”
“Ugh. Tsk.”
It was their first time, and they'd gone at it like that.
Damn alcohol.
“Alright then. I'm heading out. Good luck.”
“Hey.”
“Yeah?”
“You gonna do it?”
Kim Sujin let out a hollow chuckle.
“Am I crazy?”
With that, she left the cafe.
Afternoon.
Before class, I sat alone in the lecture hall, lost in thought, staring blankly.
‘Am I really gonna do it with Kim Sujin sober?’
Should I just accept this opportunity?
Honestly, what guy could turn it down?
‘Kim Sujin, of all people.’
Any man on the street would do a double-take if he saw her. Hell, even women.
I still remember back in middle school when Seo Yeongseok kept hitting on her, and she shot him down smoothly every time.
Maybe that's why I got hit more often after... Ah, suddenly remembering the spots where I got hit...
Anyway.
My dick going into Kim Sujin's most private place. And I'd get to see it with my own eyes.
Yet I couldn't easily decide whether to go through with it.
I'd finally escaped that hellish six years.
And now voluntarily extend it?
Like being forced to serve six years in the military, thinking discharge is near, only for it to get extended.
I heard Choi Yujeong and Lee Ayoung lived nearby too.
If I kept in touch with those three because of this, who knows what else they'd drag me into.
My life.
I was just getting a fresh start.
Dad hit it big with stocks and business, opened this cafe for me, even bought the building I'm living in under my name.
Plus, I didn't just slack off in high school—I studied security and hacking hard, won external awards, got into this uni, bright future ahead.
Yeah.
The problem was framed wrong from the start.
It's not about doing it with Kim Sujin or not—it's about escaping those three.
To escape, just delete the video they took of me yesterday.
Then cut contact.
Perfect. Just hack their phones and delete it.
Nothing easier to hack than public Wi-Fi.
Who knows—maybe I can turn the tables and grab their dirt.
The easiest way right now: get her to connect to my home Wi-Fi.
Can't do it elsewhere without risking crime, and can't work openly next to them—home's the best spot.
‘Good. Good. I see the path.’
With a goal set, my mind cleared up.
As class time approached, students trickled into the lecture hall.
Someone put a hand on my shoulder.
I turned, and a finger poked my cheek.
“Whatcha doing all alone?”
Shin Jihye.
One of the few girls in our male-dominated comp sci department.
Cute face, easygoing personality—super popular.
I only really talked to her at the department MT.
Some guys in our class were gearing up to confess without a shred of evidence. ‘Guys, no, don't do it.’ I wanted to stop them.
Good thing she hasn't been hit with any confessions yet.
Me... sigh, fuck. Those three bitches raised my standards, so I'm not interested.
“Oh. ...Yeah, just ended up like this.”
“Eaten lunch?”
“Yeah.”
“What?”
“...Cafeteria food?”
“Cafeteria? By yourself?”
“Yeah. Why?”
A classmate plopped down next to me and said.
“Dude, cafeteria food sucks. Come with me. Found a good spot today.”
Shin Jihye said to me.
“Lunch together tomorrow?”
“Sure, let's do it.”
At least people talk to me. Nice.
The warmth of human connection brought a smile to my face.
That's when.
I locked eyes with Kim Sujin, arms crossed, glaring from across the lecture hall.
‘Ugh, scared me.’
Right.
General elective.
She looked pissed off somehow.
She whipped her head away with a snap.
The smile faded from my face too.
The guy next to me tapped me.
“Minwoo, you're good at coding, right? Done the morning assignment?”
“Huh? Yeah.”
“Check mine later. Seems right, but keeps erroring.”
“Ask AI.”
“Did. Fixed code still fails. Cool? Just a quick look. Lunch on me tomorrow.”
These days, AI makes assignments harder, not easier.
Prof checks if you can explain your code, and if it matches others', you're suspicious. Better do some yourself first, then tweak with AI base—comes out unique, so everyone's doing it.
“Sure.”
First-year general elective.
The literature prof walked in.
Moments later, class began.
A few days later, a text from Kim Sujin.
[Kim Sujin] Be home at 3, I'm coming over
Other day she bosses me on schedule, now one-sided notice.
‘Fucking bitch.’
Anyway.
She's coming.
The time has come.
When she gets here: Wi-Fi connect → hack → delete my video/photos if any → check group chat with Choi Yujeong/Lee Ayoung for their plans, proceed to next step.
Text.
[Kim Sujin] Shower and wait, scrub your dick clean
‘...’
Got her coming home, at least.
‘Now I really have to do it.’
Honestly, kinda looking forward, but scary like putting a collar on myself.
‘Yeah. They said it's not full-on sex, just film 30 seconds for show.’
Film without my face.
I'll push hard on that.
After lunch, I hit the barber, cleaned my room.
Prepped for immediate hack.
Showering, pubes bugged me, so trimmed those too...
Before I knew it, 3 PM.
She's always 10 mins late when telling me where/when.
‘Coming after 3:10 probably.’
Fully prepped, I paced my studio anxiously.
‘What if I cum in 30 seconds?’
That'd suck.
Ah, should've jerked one off ahead?
No.
Semen inside would feel gross anyway.
Just 30 secs.
No way I cum that quick.
Mid-thought—
Ding-dong~♪
Intercom rang.
“Yeah?”
-It's me.
Kim Sujin on the screen.
“Okay.”
Opened the ground floor door.
Moments later.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
Footsteps on stairs.
Knock knock.
Too lazy for the bell?
I opened the door, and there stood Kim Sujin.
Shampoo scent, cosmetics.
Just seeing her face auto-applied a beauty filter to my eyes.
‘Kim Minwoo. No! She's the devil! Don't fall!’
She looked a bit tense too.
“...Come in.”
Kim Sujin brushed past me into the room.
I closed the door and waited in the awkward air for her to speak.
She looked around the living room, then grinned at me.
Why, why's she smiling!
“Got a haircut?”
“Huh? ...Yeah.”
Kim Sujin set her bag on the sofa and said.
“Strip.”
“...”
While I hesitated, she sat on the sofa edge and took off her socks.
“What're you doing? I have class. Let's finish quick so I can go.”
“...But.”
“...?”
Kim Sujin tossed her socks aside and looked at me.
“Do we really have to? If we just show the girls, they might let it slide...?”
Instead of answering, she stood and started peeling off her jeans.
Black T-panties. Her ass cheeks fully exposed.
Blood rushed straight down.
Instinct screamed to grab that pale, firm ass tight—
“Hey.”
“...Huh?!”
Fuck. My eyes glazed over without thinking.
Kim Sujin said while stripping her jeans.
“Told you. The girls said to do it.”
“...”
Kim Sujin kicked off her jeans, sat on the sofa, and crossed her legs.
Leaning back, she said.
“Well, to be precise, they said I don't have to.”
“...?”
What?
“But if we don't, they won't delete your video.”
...Fuck.
Curse Choi Yujeong and Lee Ayoung here, and I'm the loser.
High-level play: ‘Ah, this bitch Kim Sujin fishing for thanks again.’ Gotta see through it.
Kim Sujin made a fake bitter face.
“Tsk. What can I do? I don't have to, but you'd feel weird with that video out there. So I decided to sacrifice.”
“...”
How's that? she'd say.
“How's that?”
“...”
“Grateful?”
Feeling her trying to collar me again, I just wanted this over quick.
I stripped my pants and said.
“Just 30 seconds, right?”
“Not grateful?”
“I am. Thanks. Super grateful.”
I dropped my underwear too, my half-hard monster dick swinging as I approached her.
I was pissed. Wanted to scare her.
Few days ago was drunk haze—sober, seeing a guy's dick might freak her.
Get scared. Get scared.
Kim Sujin stared blankly, then smirked.
“Fuck, it's huge.”
“Where? Here? Bedroom?”
She patted the sofa.
“Lie down.”
I lay on the sofa like it was nothing.
Shame? Whatever.
‘Fuck yeah. My house!’
My head filled only with thoughts of fucking this bitch raw.
Kim Sujin seemed calm, though.
She handed me her phone.
“Film good. No face.”
I took the phone.
She pulled lube from her bag.
‘Love gel.’
My dick hardened more.
She squirted lube on her hand, grabbed my cock without hesitation.
Warm hand plus slick gel—I twitched involuntarily.
She smirked at my reaction.
“Feels good?”
I swallowed hard, silent.
“Don't film yet. When we start.”
“...Okay.”
She stroked my shaft slow up and down.
Squish. Squish. Squish.
In the quiet, the lube sounds made me fully erect in seconds.
Meanwhile, I checked her phone desperately, staying cool.
No videos or pics of me in gallery or trash.
Thumb hovered over group chat with Choi Yujeong and Lee Ayoung—froze.
15 unread messages.
Opening would clear the badge—couldn't risk it.
Kim Sujin spread lube evenly on my dick and said.
“You better not be snooping my phone.”
“...Huh? No, not at all?”
“Think I didn't consider that before handing it over?”
“...”
My cock gleaming with lube, she wiped her hands roughly and straddled me.
“Get ready to film.”
“...Okay.”
I hit record.
Kim Sujin squatted over me, pulled her panties aside.
‘Wore T-panties on purpose. To flip aside.’
Too shy to go naked?
Flipped center aside—pink pussy lips revealed.
‘Whoa, fuck. So pretty. Shape, color... waxed? Super clean.’
Seeing her real pussy doubled the excitement from last time.
Glans rubbed her lips, then hole.
“Hey.”
“...Yeah?”
“Filming?”
“Filming?”
“Not yet.”
Glans aligned with her hole.
Kim Sujin lowered her ass slow.
“Hngh.”
She bit her lower lip, faint breath escaping.
Even first time, thick cock slid in easier than before.
“Kuh.”
Glans parting walls, sliding deeeep in.
Insane.
Doing it with Kim Sujin. Me. With Kim Sujin.
Halfway in, she gripped my waist with both hands.
“Haa. Haa. ...Film. Face out, just below.”
“Got it.”
I played it cool as best I could, but my heart pounded.
Click.
Record started—she began moving her ass up and down, suuuper slow.
Squiiiish. Squish. Squish.
“Haa. Hngh. Haa.”
Soon, quiet living room filled only with lube squelches and hot breaths.
I'd been mad at her seconds ago—couldn't even remember why.
Dick felt like melting.
Just wanted to rip her clothes off, pin her down, hug tight, kiss fierce, pound hard, cum buckets inside.
Her juices dripped down my shaft.
Lube and wetness let her sink deeper each stroke.
Felt her getting used to my cock, accepting more.
“Haa. Haa. Nghh.”
Around 20 seconds in, she squeezed eyes shut.
‘Hurts?’
Slowly opened them.
Her big eyes trembled anxiously.
“Haa.”
Paused ass dropped—shaft stimulated walls deeeep.
“Kkh!”
Suddenly, Kim Sujin shuddered, ass quivering.
Cock slipped out—she lost balance, flopped back.
“Hngh! Haaaaang.”
Shocked, I sat up.
Half-reclined on sofa, legs spread, Kim Sujin couldn't control her ass and waist—shaking wildly.
Her pussy, just stuffed with my monster, squirted clear fluid straight up like a fountain.
“Haaaaaaaang♡”
Body convulsing, bitch-in-heat moans spilling unaware.
Seemed super confused by her body squirting on its own.
“D-don't film.”
Anger and shame hit her—she covered her crotch late.
Even then, fluid sprayed between her fingers.