Chapter 66
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 66
Chapter Title: Ayoung Who Couldn't Go a Week (4)
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Something was off.
Why was she being so obedient?
Ah.
Because of the money?
She'd said she was getting serious about OnlyFans, so maybe she was buckling down.
Or.
After going without for a whole week, was she really in heat?
'Or both?'
I let go of Ayoung's chin.
"Turn around."
Ayoung turned her body.
"Look this way."
I pointed at the wall facing the sofa.
Naturally, Ayoung's ass was aimed toward the 4K camera.
Her face full of shame, she glanced toward the camera before looking up at me pleadingly.
'How the hell did she hold out for a week?'
Just moments ago, while licking my cock, it was like her reason had completely shut off.
I kneaded her ass cheeks.
Pussy juice was pouring endlessly from her hole.
I wondered.
Would she cum just from that little lick?
Or did she need my cock inside her somehow to finish?
'If she doesn't get it from me, something must be building up inside her.'
No need to puzzle it out alone.
I could just try it myself.
Without hesitation, I smacked Ayoung's ass.
Slap!
"Kkh!"
A thin moan escaped Ayoung's lips.
At the same time, a clear stream ssshhh-ed out, splattering onto the leather sofa.
Ayoung squirted long and hard for two or three seconds—
"Hic."
Her ass shuddered once, hard, like a recoil, and she stopped cumming.
"Haa. Haa. Haa."
Even though she'd clearly just cum, Ayoung's hips twitched restlessly, like she was even more desperate now.
'Licking isn't enough to make her fully cum, huh.'
Ayoung's face showed a mix of awe and hope from that release.
I massaged her ass as I spoke.
"Want to cum again?"
"...Hnn."
Too embarrassed to answer right away, Ayoung hesitated.
I raised my hand to smack her ass and make her answer straight—then paused.
'Ah.'
She's holding back on purpose to get me to spank her.
It wouldn't surprise me if that was Ayoung's game.
I didn't want to be played.
I wanted to use the fact that she hadn't cum all week to my advantage.
'Let's start by making her suck it.'
I tugged the dog collar.
"Turn."
Ayoung turned her body.
Sitting astride the sofa, I gripped my cock and shook it.
Without being told, she crawled toward it and wet her dry lips with her tongue.
Draped over the sofa's edge, Ayoung showed her profile to the camera.
Her pale breasts hung down, swaying sweetly alongside the chain linking to her perky nipples.
I gathered Ayoung's long pink hair to one side and gripped it tight.
Then I kissed her.
Ayoung opened her mouth like she'd been waiting and tangled her tongue with mine.
When we broke apart, she panted heavily and looked down at my cock.
I could feel her resolve crumbling—she couldn't hold back anymore.
If I smirked at her now, she'd probably forget the shoot entirely, curse me out, and climb on top.
I calmly nodded toward my lap.
"Suck."
The moment the command left my lips, Ayoung lowered her head and took my cock in her mouth.
She'd never done it before, but her body craved it.
"Mmm. Mm."
She filled her mouth with my cock and moved her head awkwardly.
I lifted the ponytail I was gripping.
"Phuha. Ha."
Ayoung's head jerked up.
Like a bitch in heat, she writhed as if her whole body itched, gazing up at me with pleading eyes.
If this was acting for the camera, she'd deserve a best actress award.
"Why didn't you answer?"
Ayoung rubbed her head against my chest.
"Sorry, Master."
Her tone mixed shame, resentment, and an inability to control her own body.
She even looked a little drunk.
I said to her,
"You can do it right?"
"...Yes, Master."
"Suck."
I gently pressed down on Ayoung's head.
She started to lower it, paused, and murmured softly.
"Thank you... Master."
With that, she lowered her head fully.
A warm, wet sensation enveloped my glans.
She took my cock in her mouth and began moving her head slowly.
Slurp slurp
First time, so she was definitely clumsy.
I reached out and kneaded her ass.
"No teeth. Suck harder."
"Mm. Mmm."
"Good girl."
Ayoung rubbed my glans against the inside of her cheek, making it bulge out.
Her tongue worked busily inside her mouth.
Her eyes were half-lidded like she was drunk on cock—it was starting to worry me.
I smacked her ass to snap her out of it.
"Mm phup. Mm."
Foamy saliva leaked from the corners of her lips.
At the same time, pussy juice splurted from between her legs.
"Huum. Mm."
Ayoung blinked her big eyes and straightened her head to suck again.
Slurp slurp
"Deeper. Don't be scared."
"Ahm."
"Yeah, like that."
She lowered further, taking the thick shaft deep into her mouth.
It was barely a third in, but she looked pitiful struggling to stuff it all in.
Ayoung was still squirting.
Like she was emptying a week's worth, her lower body convulsed nonstop.
"Phuha. Ha. Hek."
Overwhelmed, she jerked her head up and spat out my cock.
Then she licked relentlessly at the glans while squirting nonstop.
"Feels good?"
"Ha. Hek."
Like she was possessed, Ayoung nodded and kept licking the glans.
As a reward, I smacked her ass again.
Slap!
"Hiiik."
Ayoung's head snapped back as she unleashed a fierce, long stream.
Sssshhhh—
"Haaaaak."
Like it was beyond her control, she squirted long and hard before slumping in exhaustion.
Thud.
The bell on her dog collar jingled.
I thought she was done, but she started squirting again.
Ssshhh—sssh—
Her lower body convulsed like it was possessed, squirting vulgarly just like before.
"Aaaang. Aang♡"
She moaned almost like a wail.
For a good while, her ass trembled like it had a motor attached, squirting without end.
It was enough to make anyone watching worry, 'Isn't she gonna dehydrate?'
The sofa and living room floor were soaked in pussy juice.
Finally, after the long squirting ordeal, Ayoung rested her head on my lower belly and weakly licked at the base of my cock.
"Ha. Hek."
Soon her eyes began to close, her protruding tongue slowing to a stop.
Ayoung's chest rose and fell softly.
"Ayoung?"
"..."
She'd passed out.
*
I opened my eyes.
It was the middle of the night.
The room was pitch black.
On the bed.
Ayoung, who had been sleeping beside me, was gone.
I sat up.
'Where'd she go? Down to the third floor?'
After Ayoung passed out, I'd carried her to bed.
Undid the collar so she could sleep comfortably and covered her with the blanket.
Then I cleaned the living room, brought the lights and camera back into the room.
When she still wasn't up by 10 p.m., I lay down next to her and fell asleep.
Ayoung was sprawled out big in the middle of the bed, so I'd curled up against the wall.
But when I woke up just now, I was in the middle, and Ayoung was nowhere.
I checked the time on my phone.
It was past midnight.
The phone's glow lit up the room a bit.
The dog collar I'd left on the desk was still there.
Click.
A noise from outside.
Probably the kitchen.
Sounded like the fridge closing.
I went out to the living room.
In the darkness, Ayoung—wearing a white bathrobe—leaned against the living room sofa.
The glow from her laptop on her lap kept it from being too dark.
She took a sip from the wine she'd gotten from the fridge.
I turned on the living room light.
"Don't leave the lights off."
Ayoung's head snapped up.
"You scared me."
"Why aren't you sleeping?"
"Huh? ...Just."
Instead of answering, she stared at the wine glass in her hand.
"How'd you find the wine glasses?"
I walked over to her.
The cheap white wine from the fridge sat on the living room floor.
Ayoung awkwardly changed the subject.
"Hey. Put a table in the living room. It's inconvenient without one."
I sat next to her.
"You guys said you drink on the floor, so I put it away in that room."
"Bring it back out."
Ayoung said curtly.
I glanced at her laptop screen.
It was the shopping mall's admin page.
"Any progress on the recovery?"
"You think? If it was that fast, I wouldn't have shot with you today."
Ayoung handed me her wine glass.
I took it naturally.
"Drink up."
I downed the remaining third of the white wine in one go.
Ayoung took the empty glass from my hand.
She held it toward me, still empty.
"...?"
As I stared silently, Ayoung muttered at her laptop.
"Pour."
"..."
So dedicated.
She'd made me drink the rest just to get me to pour for her.
I picked up the wine bottle from the floor and filled her glass.
Having me wait on her hand and foot was always prime entertainment for her.
Ayoung took a sip of wine and handed me the glass.
"Just a little."
I took a sip.
She turned toward me.
"Hey."
"...?"
"Wanna learn something fun?"
"Sure."
Fun stuff is always welcome.
Ayoung said quietly.
"Don't tell the others?"
I nodded.
"I did it?"
"...Did what?"
Ayoung took the glass from my hand as she spoke.
"Posted to the community that it was me. Tried one site, didn't expect it to spread like that."
She took a sip of wine.
Figured as much.
That explained it.
I nodded.
"Too bad. It was going so well."
Sales had spiked hard at first.
Ayoung shook her head.
"I was dumb. Should've just posted your pics."
"..."
"Wanted to attract male members too, so adding Sujin's and Yujeong's was the mistake. Should've seen the backlash coming these days."
I took the glass from Ayoung's hand.
After a few sips of the sweet, cheap wine like soda, I asked,
"Just focus on what you're good at."
"...What am I good at?"
"You blew up from couple-look outfits in the first place."
"..."
Ayoung nodded like she bought it.
She stayed quiet for a bit, then spoke.
"Got a ton of men's drawers and women's lingerie in the warehouse?"
"The lingerie sizes aren't Sujin or Yujeong's, right?"
Ayoung snickered.
"Obviously not."
"What about bundling them as event giveaways?"
"How?"
"Your couple-look concept means your members are mostly girls with boyfriends or wanting one. Over a certain amount spent, let 'em pick men's panties or women's lingerie."
"Break even and clear inventory fast?"
I nodded.
"Curate members that fit your mall's vibe. Don't let weirdos from the viral mess in."
"Hmm..."
Ayoung seemed lost in thought.
If she hated it, she'd have snapped, 'Idiot, I'll handle it.'
Guess it was a decent idea after all.
Sudden curiosity hit me, so I asked,
"But... between the three, who sold the most?"
Ayoung turned to me.
"Why."
"You promised a date with first place."
She whipped her head back to the laptop.
"Like you care."
I wanted to boost Ayoung's sagging confidence.
"I'd want it if I'm first."
Ayoung said cynically,
"Bullshit."
I murmured softly,
"Not bullshit."
A date with Lee Ayoung? What guy would say no?
Assuming she wasn't being a pain and was in a good mood, of course.
"On a date with me, you'd have to do stuff like this?"
She held out her hand expectantly.
Confused, I handed her the wine glass.
Ayoung demonstratively drank the rest.
Her cheeks puffed out.
She hadn't swallowed—she was holding it in her mouth.
She set the glass down and lightly grabbed my collar.
With her cute, puffed cheeks, she leaned in close.
"Wha—wait, this won't—mmph."
Ayoung kissed me.
I pressed my lips tight to hers to keep from spilling.
'Damn it, I just cleaned this place.'
To protect the sofa, I desperately swallowed the wine mixed with her saliva.
Gulp gulp.
Surprisingly, we barely spilled any.
No wine left in our mouths, but we kept kissing, savoring the lingering aroma and bitter aftertaste.
In the quiet midnight, I could hear our heated breaths, tongues rubbing, saliva churning in our mouths.
Ayoung pushed me down onto the sofa and straddled me.
She sat up, wiped her mouth, and looked down at me with contempt.
"You asshole. Don't mess with my head."
Stunned, I asked,
"...What?"
"You don't even like me. You just pitied me looking down, so you brought up the date to boost my ego. Fucking pity party?"
I blurted out, caught off-guard that she'd seen through me.
"Why do you think that?"
"...?"
Ayoung's face was mesmerizing, like it begged me to say it.
"I really do like you."