Chapter 35
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 35
Chapter Title: First Shoot with Ayoung (1)
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Some time later.
The bedsheets were splattered with thick white fluids mixed with semen.
I'd creampied Sujin and then just lay there on top of her for a while.
"Haa... Haa."
"Hee... Heek."
Sujin didn't seem to hate having my weight pressing down on her. She just panted heavily without telling me to get off.
Her soft, snow-white skin carried a sweet, pleasant scent.
Every time it rubbed against my body, I couldn't help but subtly move my hips, already missing that overwhelming sense of conquest from the creampie moments ago.
Each time my thick club-like cock slowly ground inside her, the leftover semen mixed with her juices and leaked out in white streams.
Sujin, lying face-down with her head turned to the side, quietly spoke up.
"Hey."
"Yeah."
"Your dick is seriously weird."
"Yeah. Feels like it."
After zoning out on top of me for a bit, she glanced my way and said,
"Hey."
"What."
"...Am I tasty?"
"..."
"Tell me honestly."
"Yeah, you are."
I said that and slowly moved my hips again.
As my meat rod pistoned deep inside her like a plunger, a light spray of white pussy juice squirted out.
"Kkhut!"
Sujin let out a soft moan and her body twitched.
I gently brushed back the sweat-dampened bangs from her forehead.
Kim Sujin gave a weak chuckle.
"Wow, Kim Minwoo. How good must this feel for you? Huh? The girl you used to bully is sucking your dick and taking your creampie. Even I think the conquest vibe must be insane."
"..."
Best not to add fuel to the fire in moments like this.
Sujin continued.
"Fine, whatever. It's all good, just don't get the wrong idea. Got it?"
"Wrong idea about what?"
"Don't go developing romantic feelings for me."
"...I haven't."
"Just think of me as a fuckhole. You get what I mean?"
"...Yeah."
Looking exhausted, she caught her breath for a moment before speaking again.
"How was it with Yujeong yesterday?"
"What do you mean?"
"Be honest. It was fucking amazing, right?"
"...Uhmm."
"Hey, did Yujeong not beg you for a threesome or anything?"
"Huh? Yujeong? ...Why?"
I played dumb.
"Good, as long as she didn't. Even if Ayoung and Yujeong secretly suggest a threesome without me, you absolutely can't do it. Got it? We agreed on twice a week."
"..."
You're the one doing exactly that right now, lady.
Sujin glanced at me, her cheeks slightly flushed.
"Why aren't you answering?"
"Yeah, got it."
"Get off now. You're heavy."
I slowly pulled my massive cock out from inside her pussy.
I glanced at the camera; her hole tightened up as white fluid bubbled out.
Thud.
I lay down beside Sujin.
Still face-down, Kim Sujin turned her head toward me.
"Hey."
"Yeah?"
"You rude bastard."
"...?"
I looked at her with a 'What? Did I do something wrong?' expression.
Kim Sujin snapped irritably.
"Do I look like your fucking fuckhole?"
"..."
Just a minute ago, she told me to think of her as one...
Anyway, she's the pro at throwing me off.
"Jeez."
She glared at me with contempt, then clicked her tongue.
"...What. What's wrong."
"Sigh."
Sujin let out a sigh and rolled over, nestling into my arms.
She lay facing the same direction as me, both of us on our sides.
"Hug me."
"...L-like this?"
I wrapped my arms around Sujin.
My still rock-hard cock rubbed against her plump, firm ass cheeks.
Sujin murmured softly.
"Don't just say 'ah, done' after cumming and bail. Stay and hug."
"Okay."
"Do it for the other girls, not me."
"...Got it."
Suits me fine.
I hugged Sujin tightly and just spaced out.
After busting one—hell, even two loads—my mind was blank, no thoughts.
Just the vague urge that I could go again, maybe twice more.
Snore... Snore...
Before I knew it, Sujin was quietly breathing in her sleep.
'Huh?'
She must've already been wiped out, pretending otherwise.
I quietly got up without waking her, headed to the bathroom, and washed up first.
*
After afternoon classes, as I thought about stopping by the cafe, a text came from Ayoung.
[Lee Ayoung] At school?
[Me] Heading home
Oh shit.
Should've just said I was home already!
She's obviously gonna make me run an errand.
[Lee Ayoung] For real
...?
I snapped my head up.
At the intersection, there was a foreign luxury car parked blatantly like the driver had zero parking etiquette.
The driver's side window whirred down.
Lee Ayoung yelled at me.
"Kim Minwoo!"
...Fuck, don't. It's embarrassing!
People waiting at the crosswalk glanced over at me.
Damn it.
When the light turned green, I dashed over.
"Wh-what."
"No class now, right."
I nodded silently.
"Get in."
She jerked her head toward the passenger seat.
Asking why would just get me yelled at again, so I hurried around and hopped in.
"How you gonna park here? Hurry up and go."
Who parks in front of a crosswalk?
Ayoung smirked.
"Gotta park when it's urgent."
She casually turned off the hazards and pulled out.
Damn, embarrassing.
She totally did it on purpose. To humiliate me.
"Not curious where we're going?"
"...Where."
"None of your business."
"..."
Yeah, figures.
I decided to just sit quietly.
"Kim Minwoo, you've grown a lot, huh?"
"...What. Did I do something."
I've always been taller than you, kid.
"Sitting there with your mouth shut in the passenger seat. Huh? Fuck, am I your chauffeur?"
"It's your car, so you drive..."
"Say something funny. You know you gotta make the driver laugh every five minutes when you're shotgun?"
Since when was that a rule?
"...D-do I look handsome?"
Ayoung glanced over, so I flared my nostrils.
"Yeees, suuure."
"You crazy bastard."
She giggled.
I cleared my throat and asked seriously.
"Ahem... Where we going."
"Shopping."
...Ah. Picking up clothes for the mall posts?
Shit. Definitely gonna use me as a pack mule.
Ayoung asked.
"You shot with Yujeong yesterday, right?"
"..."
I didn't answer. No point risking her nitpicking.
"Was it good?"
"Ahem... It's just to make money. Whatever."
"Bastard. Must've been fucking great."
Whether I say yes or no, she'll blab to Yujeong and I'll be in deep shit, so I stay quiet.
Ayoung asked.
"You know today's the day with me, right?"
"...You're really doing it?"
"What, fake it? You don't wanna do it with me?"
"Not that."
"Not that?"
"You're already making good money, no real need..."
Ayoung snorted and curled her lip.
I could only steal glances at her, gauging her mood.
She spoke up.
"Yeah, you can already fuck Sujin and Yujeong, so no need to add me and make it three, huh?"
"No, that's not—"
"And my tits are the smallest of the three. Right, you fucker."
"No no."
Yours are plenty big.
"Or is it 'cause Sujin's family is loaded, so she doesn't need the cash, but you think I'm loaded too so no need with me?"
Ah. They still don't know.
"No, I've never said no."
The car stopped at a red light, and Ayoung turned to me.
"Wanna hear something fun?"
"..."
"They're not doing it with you just to make money."
"...Then?"
"Jeez, you dense idiot."
Green light. Ayoung started driving again and said,
"They just wanna fuck you. With faces and bodies like theirs, you think OnlyFans is their only way to make bank?"
Nah.
Sujin really wants to rake it in.
Yujeong even asked me if she could make around 100 million...
Ayoung went quiet after that.
Unlike I expected, the car pulled into the department store's underground parking.
'What? Not here for clothes? Actual shopping?'
She parked, killed the engine.
Lee Ayoung looked at me and said,
"Dummy."
"..."
"They just like your dick. They wanna fuck you bad, but it'd be embarrassing to straight-up ask you to pound them. So they say it's for OnlyFans."
"...Uhmm. Not just that. They wanna make money too—"
"Agh, you frustrating fuck."
Ayoung unbuckled and lunged toward me.
"Wh-what're you."
"Stay still."
She climbed from driver's to passenger seat, then straddled my lap.
She mounted me facing forward, like cowgirl position.
"..."
"..."
Ayoung gripped my hair tightly.
"You dog."
"..."
She glared at me like she wanted to kill me.
"You know I fucking like you, right."
"...Huh?"
"You know I like you and you're teasing me on purpose right now, you fucker."
The car was dim, but I could make out the moisture in Ayoung's eyes.
"Wh-what do you mean— Mmph."
Ayoung yanked my hair and kissed me hard.
Even clumsy, it was enough to ignite the spark between us.
In the quiet car, only the wet smooching sounds echoed.
Soon heavy panting filled the air—hee, heek—and our tongues started frantically tangling.
My hands instinctively went to her slender waist.
A fresh cherry scent wafted over.
Every brush of her soft tongue against mine tickled my entire lower belly, and the thing in my pants was already fully erect.
Ayoung pulled back.
"Heek. Heek."
Her mouth hung open as she gasped roughly.
"You... Heek. Fucking... bastard."
"..."
"You knew I liked you. Since middle school."
Speechless, I slowly shook my head.
"...You really... didn't know?"
Ayoung looked a bit shocked.
I nodded slowly.
She glared at me with disdain.
"Dumbass."
With that, she opened the passenger door and got out.
"..."
Ayoung brushed back her long hair, face flushed with embarrassment, and grumbled.
"Fuck. Get out already."
"Okay."
"My bag too."
"..."
I grabbed her forgotten handbag and stepped out.
She snatched it from my hand.
Locked the car, and Ayoung stormed off ahead, looking pissed.
I hurried to catch up beside her.
In front of the underground parking elevators.
We waited in silence.
Damn, this thing takes forever.
Thankfully, Ayoung finally spoke.
"Don't get the wrong idea."
"..."
"I don't like you even 1% right now."
"...Okay."
"Who'd like a guy fucking other girls just 'cause he likes me. Fuck."
"...I really didn't know. Sorry."
"Whatever. Like knowing changes that you liked me back."
Of course!
I really didn't know.
You're fucking gorgeous; think I'd turn you down if I knew?
"But you're really sorry?"
"..."
"Fuck, you're just bullshitting again."
"No. No, I really am sorry..."
"...Really?"
Ding—
Elevator arrived.
We got in silently; Ayoung pressed 4 for the women's clothing floor.
Staring straight ahead expressionless, Ayoung said,
"Just remember that."
"...?"
"OnlyFans is just an excuse. I just wanna enjoy your body now that it's come to this."
She turned to me.
"If you're sorry, serve me right from now on."
A sly smirk crept up her lips.
Click.
The elevator doors closed.