Chapter 52
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 52
Chapter Title: Lee Ayoung Pussy Massage (4)
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Ayoung was shaking her ass violently like she was twerking, squirting out water in fierce bursts.
"Kkuhuk! Aaang. Aaaaang♡"
Her ass spasming, pussy gushing, moaning like a bitch in heat—none of it seemed under her control anymore.
The jets shot out wildly, as if she were unleashing everything she'd been holding back all this time.
Tssshhhhh—
After one massive squirt, her body recoiled hard—
"Kkuhk!"
Then she'd shake her ass again, reload, and without any say in the matter, tssshhhh—keep squirting nonstop.
Ayoung kept twerking and squirting for what felt like forever until she finally made an absurd plea to me.
"Kkuhaa. Hey. Haaang. Hey. Make it... stop. Aaaang♥"
I had no clue how she expected me to stop it, but I figured I should try to help.
Her pink bangs were soaked with sweat, her eyes glazed over like she was losing her mind.
She almost looked like she was being tortured.
Panicking, I tried covering her pussy with my hand.
Of course, that didn't stop the flow.
Water kept spraying out, washing over my hand as I rinsed it off.
I started rubbing her pussy with my hand.
Maybe if I stimulated her more, pushed her pleasure higher, she'd squirt it all out at once and be done?
Every time I rubbed her clit and labia, wet slap slap sounds echoed.
"Auuuaaaang♥ Hauk. F-fucking... insane. Haaaang♡"
Freaking out, I pulled my hand away in a hurry.
What do I do?
It felt like leaving her like this could be dangerous.
Then.
"Heuk!"
Tsshh—
Ayoung squirted a short burst, shook her ass one last big time, and finally stopped her pussy ejaculation.
"Kkuhe. Heh. Heh. Heh. Heuk."
Her tongue lolled out slightly as she panted roughly.
Whoa. She's wrecked.
The bed sheet was soaked huge in the middle, and since it was waterproof, the water pooled right there in a big puddle.
The amount Ayoung had just squirted in one go was probably what Sujin needed six or seven times to match.
"Kkuh. Huuk."
Even after finishing, Ayoung's hips twitched sporadically.
I untied the towel binding her arms, and thud—
Her arms flopped limply to the sides, and her raised ass dropped too.
"Hey... Ayoung?"
"..."
She'd already closed her eyes and was breathing softly in sleep.
I gently picked her up and carried her to the living room couch, laying her down.
I covered her with a blanket and wiped the sweat from her bangs.
Then I went back to the bedroom, stripped the soaked sheets, and cleaned up the room.
I took the sheets to the bathroom, wrung out as much water as I could, got dressed, and carried them to the laundromat next door.
Two hours later.
I blinked awake.
After getting back from the laundromat, I'd seen Ayoung sleeping so cutely on the living room couch that I couldn't resist. I stripped naked, slipped under the blanket, and hugged her tight.
That's how I ended up falling asleep holding her.
Ayoung, nestled back against me, was on her phone.
Seemed like she was managing her shopping mall page.
Watching her, my dick couldn't help but twitch hard again.
Because when I'd carried her to the couch, her phone had been left in the bedroom.
Which meant she'd woken up while I was asleep, gone to the bedroom to get it, then crawled right back into my arms on her own to play with it.
Heh heh. Naughty girl.
I couldn't help doubting what she'd said earlier about not having feelings for me anymore.
Pretending I was still asleep, I buried my nose in her pink hair and inhaled deeply.
Mmm, that smell~
Cherry scent mixed with a hint of sweat—addictively intoxicating.
Faking sleep-talk, I slid the hand around her waist up, brushing the underside of her breast with my knuckles.
The firm, cool flesh felt amazing.
Ayoung closed her shopping app and opened OnlyFans.
She muted it, then browsed Sujin's channel and Yujeong's.
She skipped around the playback bar, watching only the parts where I chatted with the girls.
Even muted, the English subtitles let her follow the conversation.
Seeing that, my half-hard dick went full mast against my will.
My cock sprang up between her thighs.
Ayoung closed the app and set her phone down.
"How long you gonna pretend to sleep, you perv?"
I faked more sleep-talk, smacking my lips as I groped her breast fully.
"Hey. You wanna die?"
She grabbed my hand on her tit but didn't pull it away—didn't seem like she wanted to.
Might've even smirked.
I got bolder, circling her nipple with my index finger.
"Huum."
Ayoung let out a soft nasal breath and slowly moved her hips.
Her thigh flesh squeezed around my dick slid back and forth.
I matched her, rocking my hips slowly.
Tap—tap— Her ass cheeks lightly bumped my belly.
She spoke.
"Hey. Cut it out. If you're gonna do it, film it."
I whispered in her ear.
"You said filming doesn't matter. Isn't this just you wanting to fuck me?"
"You bastard. Keep pushing? I just mean hypothetically. No video, and I'd be your... girlfriend?"
Girlfriend, my ass.
—I almost said it, but held back.
Not the right time yet.
What if Ayoung said okay?
I might not be able to do Yujeong and Sujin anymore.
So I need to addict them to my dick more first.
Make this three-girl system rock-solid. Like everyday routine.
"Is that so?"
I sat up and pulled my dick from between her thighs.
"Guess I'll grab the camera then."
"..."
Heading to the bedroom, I deliberately didn't check Ayoung's expression.
If she looked like she might cry, I wouldn't be able to resist asking her out.
The camera in the living room was filming us on the couch.
I had Ayoung's legs spread wide as I pounded my dick into her while she lay there.
Every time that thick club somehow slid inside her—
"Haa. Haa. Haa."
Ayoung breathed out hot, burdened gasps.
She looked up at me and said,
"Haa. Haa. From down here, you look so fucking ugly. Haa."
I ignored the usual roast like always and asked,
"Don't hold back—just squirt?"
If she wasn't holding back, she should've squirted ages ago.
Her face finally showed a hint of fear.
"I'm not holding back."
"...?"
Ayoung continued,
"Fuck. I feel like I should squirt... but nothing's coming."
I pulled out and let go of her legs.
"Get on your stomach."
"..."
Ayoung fidgeted with her clasped hands, hesitating.
"...Just do it."
I urged her.
"Hurry."
"..."
The proud Ayoung from hours ago, who'd boasted she was done squirting, was nowhere to be seen.
She'd learned what happens if you don't squirt when you need to.
For her, it was a rock-and-a-hard-place situation.
Obvious it'd be worse later if she didn't now, but even with me pounding her, she couldn't cum.
We both knew how she could squirt.
But it'd be mortifying for her.
Still, she couldn't not squirt.
She knew the torturous pleasure of squirting it all at once.
If we stopped without it, she'd have to live with that frustrating "want to cum but can't" feeling forever.
Ayoung made her choice.
Pretending reluctance, she flipped over and stuck her ass out at me.
I rested my hand lightly on her ass.
"You want it?"
"..."
Ayoung swallowed hard, tense, then nodded.
I gave her ass a light smack.
Smack.
Her cheek jiggled tautly,
"Kkuhk!"
Ayoung dropped her head and squirted a thin stream. Tsshh.
"Haut."
She lifted her head after, no more coming out, squirming like something itched deep inside.
Hm.
Got it.
I'd smacked her pretty hard earlier out of spite, but this time it was playful-light.
She's like this 'cause I went easy.
I rubbed the squirming Ayoung's pussy lips with my hand.
"Haa. Haa. What're you... doing?"
"Wondering if this'll make you squirt it all."
"Kkuh. Huu."
She wanted something but wouldn't say it.
Instead of spanking, I kept stimulating her soaked pussy like a massage.
"Haa. Haaang. Haa. Haa. Hey. S-stop that."
"What should I do?"
I played dumb on purpose.
Ayoung buried her face, gripping the leather couch hard with her fingers.
She muttered softly.
"...Spank me."
"Huh?"
"You idiot. Spank my ass."
I placed my hand on her ass.
Even the light smack from before had left her fresh skin faintly red.
Gathering courage, I said,
"Ayoung. We're filming, so say 'spank me'—try it once."
"Kkuh. ...Fucking bastard."
"Come on. Just once."
I stroked her ass softly like teasing.
"Haa. Haa."
Ayoung wriggled her hips, love juices dripping long from between her legs.
She couldn't hold out and finally spoke.
"Huu. ...Spank... me, please."
"Good girl."
I spread my hand wide and smacked her ass hard.
Crack—!
I left my hand pressed on her cheek.
"Kkuhp!"
Ayoung snapped her head up.
Tssshhhhh—
"Kkuhaaaang♡"
She wailed in a moan full of rage and ecstasy as she started squirting.
Tssshhh—tsshhh—
Now that she was working right, I rubbed her pussy approvingly.
Splash splash sounds as water splattered onto the leather couch.
"Auuuaang. Haa. Haa. Haa."
After she finished squirting, she panted exhaustedly.
I didn't give her a breather—instead, I shoved my dick straight into her pussy.
"Wait, hey. Kkuhk!"
As the monster slid deep, Ayoung threw her head back.
Squelch squelch squelch
Holding her waist, I pistoned slowly and said,
"Let's try once more. Gotta confirm if spanking makes you squirt."
"Haa. Haa. Fuuuck. We just... aaang♥ did."
"One time proves nothing. Don't hold back—try to squirt. Got it?"
"Hukkuu."
Ayoung whimpered instead of answering.
Squish squish squish squish
"Haaaang. Haang. Aang."
Ayoung moaned lewdly with every thrust of the thick rod, no hesitation.
Looked like she had no room for it.
After enough doggy pounding, I slowly pulled out.
"Haa. Haa. Haa."
Ayoung was just waiting for me to spank her now.
I placed my hand on her ass, where my palm print glowed red.
"Huu."
Ayoung lowered her waist and offered her ass, mix of shame and anticipation.
That's when,
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.
The door lock chimed, and the front door swung open.
It was Yujeong.
She had no choice but to see us going at it on the living room couch.
As Ayoung froze in panic, I commanded her and smacked her ass.
"Squirt."
Smack!
"Kkuhk!"
Ayoung squeezed her eyes shut and dropped her head.
At the same time,
Tssshhhhh—
With lewd twerking, she started squirting wildly.
"Kkuht! Hup. Kkuhuup."
Ayoung did her best to stifle her moans in front of her friend.
Once she started, she couldn't stop.
Yujeong, frozen in the doorway watching us.
I rubbed Ayoung's pussy to help her squirt well and casually asked,
"Yujeong, what's up?"
"Sorry."
Click.
The door shut.