Theater Indulgence
Schlick, schlick— At first she used a hand slick with saliva to stroke my still-softening cock, coaxing it to full hardness.
“……You know the rules, right? No loud noises.”
After that single warning, she stared intently at the hand that had just been touching me. Nothing had come out yet, but she still ran her tongue across her palm in a quick, curious lick—like a kitten lapping at milk. Then she cleared her throat.
“Ahem. Hm.”
Baek Seol-ah must have noticed the strange look in my eyes; she gave an awkward little cough. A faint blush colored her cheeks as she bent forward without further hesitation.
The armrest between our seats had already been raised. She leaned in close to my lap and parted her lips.
Chuu— She didn’t open wide right away. Instead she pressed a light, teasing kiss to the side of my shaft, buying herself a moment. It was also her signal.
“……Slurp, mmm, bueh.”
Then, slowly, she began making small, obscene sounds—just loud enough to be indecent but quiet enough that the nearest audience member would only barely catch them. I felt my back press involuntarily into the seat and forced my breathing into a slow, measured rhythm. Short inhale. Short exhale. Anything to keep a moan from slipping out, just as Baek Seol-ah had warned.
Tsk…….
But it wasn’t easy. Not with the situation being what it was, and the stimulation this intense. The pleasure radiating from my cock, now buried in Baek Seol-ah’s warm mouth, was exquisite. Her technique was still a little less polished than Seo Ah-hyun’s, yet that only made it better. This wasn’t some routine service that could be judged by skill level alone.
This was Baek Seol-ah’s blowjob, happening inside a public theater.
The thrill was on an entirely different scale from lying comfortably in bed. Add in the fact that a sticky, passionate sex scene was currently playing out on the screen in front of us, and the effect was overwhelming.
Fuck…… Already?
Less than two minutes after Baek Seol-ah had gracefully bent down and buried her face in my crotch, I felt my entire body flush with heat. In other words, the warning signs of orgasm had arrived. A tingling, electric sensation raced up my spine. Of course I knew that if I came this quickly, Baek Seol-ah would smirk with triumph, so I took deep breaths and fought it back.
She might not look it, but she possessed a surprisingly childish competitive streak.
I have to hold it.
If she managed to make me finish faster than usual, she would almost certainly act like she’d won. And I wasn’t confident I could watch her gloat without reacting. On a bed it would have been easy to punish her for that smug attitude, but this was a movie theater. Pinning her down the way I normally would simply wasn’t practical.
So I kept my expression neutral while internally battling the rising climax with everything I had.
“……Gulp……”
Sure enough, the difference between her and Seo Ah-hyun showed here. After I endured for a long while, Baek Seol-ah began to show signs of strain. She worked hard, taking me deep into her throat in an admirable attempt to swallow me to the root, but there was a clear limit. The arrogant composure she’d shown earlier vanished; her eyes now glistened with moisture. An unavoidable physiological reaction. Deepthroating was never an easy feat.
Tap, tap—
Around then, Baek Seol-ah gave my thigh a couple of dissatisfied taps, almost like a tap-out signal. She wasn’t exactly asking to be released—I wasn’t gripping her hair or doing anything sadistic—and she could have pulled away on her own. The sharp glance she shot me made her intention crystal clear.
What the hell are you doing?
Stop holding back and cum already.
I smiled wordlessly.
She noticed.
It seemed Baek Seol-ah had caught on to the fact that I was deliberately delaying my orgasm. In a way, it was proof of how familiar she had become with my body during our encounters. That realization pleased me, and the way her eyes narrowed in a cute glare only made her more endearing. I smiled openly, but I still didn’t grant her wish.
After all, she was the one who had volunteered to “repay a favor.” If so, she ought to see it through to the end.
I whispered in a low voice.
“Is this all you’ve got? Baek Seol-gi.”
“……!”
“I’m nowhere near satisfied yet.”
It was an obvious bluff, a blatant provocation, and we both knew it. But that didn’t matter. A taunt only needs to work. Given Baek Seol-ah’s personality, she would react no matter what.
And she did. Right away.
“……Hng, ugh.”
“Oh.”
Her facial muscles twitched with clear anger. With an irritated yet strangely erotic huff, she pulled my cock from her mouth. For a second I wondered if she was genuinely upset and had decided to stop, but of course that wasn’t the case.
“……Slurp……”
She lowered her head even further, pressing her face against the underside of my shaft. Supporting my cock with one hand to keep it upright, she began kissing the thick vein running along the back with passionate devotion—one of the most obscene and reverent kisses a woman could offer a man.
……This is something else.
By then even I couldn’t stay composed. I swallowed hard and let out a rough breath. The physical stimulation wasn’t actually stronger than when she was sucking me, since this was only soft kissing. But the satisfaction I felt ran far deeper than flesh. It was mental.
This was Baek Seol-ah—the same girl who always snapped at me and glared in everyday life. To put it bluntly, she looked like a sex slave from an adult film, like a woman who had sworn sexual obedience to me. The sight of her lips working so eagerly against the back of my cock fed the base, conquering, dominant urges every man possessed. It was gloriously satisfying.
“Mmph, heu. Chu, chuu……”
She wasn’t finished. Slowly she moved her lips downward in stages—first the glans, then the most prominent ridge underneath, the middle of the shaft, the base……
“……Ugh, hueh.”
Finally she used her hand to press my cock down against my stomach and planted a kiss on my balls with an unmistakably lewd expression. My seated position kept her from going lower, but even that was more than enough. I forgot to breathe, unable to look away from her.
Baek Seol-ah seemed embarrassed by how vulgar she was acting, yet the shame only fueled her arousal. Her elegant golden eyes had gone hazy and unfocused.
“Baek Seol-ah, you……”
“……W-what? You have something to say, hng……?”
She still couldn’t fully collect herself. Her lips, tongue, and throat kept twitching. I watched the girl lost in a man’s scent inside a movie theater and said nothing more.
Grip—
“……Ah.”
I didn’t speak. My actions said everything. My thick hand, rough with excitement, tangled in her white hair. By then she had regained enough senses to meet my gaze. She understood immediately.
Soon a hazy, slutty smile curved her lips—devastatingly seductive.
“──Gulp.”
There was no warning. No countdown. Not this time. I shoved her head down onto my cock without another word. Baek Seol-ah had clearly been waiting for exactly that; she braced her hands on my thighs to steady herself and immediately went to work with her tongue, trying to milk the semen that had risen to the tip.
“Oppa, oppaaa……! Inside, ngh, inside Loti—cum lots……!”
“Kk……! Loti!”
Coincidentally, the sex scene on screen had reached its climax at the same moment. The heroine’s moans and the wet sounds of fluids pouring out blasted from the speakers, perfectly masking our own obscene performance. No one noticed.
Gulp, gulp—
Still pinned by my hand, Baek Seol-ah kept her head buried deep and continued swallowing. When my spurts began to slow, she used her hand to stroke the shaft, milking every drop.
“……Uwp.”
Finally she lifted her head after swallowing every thick rope of my cum. Frowning slightly, she reached into the handbag on the next seat and pulled out a handkerchief. She wiped my cock clean with a few quick strokes. Her cheeks were still puffed out like a squirrel’s—she hadn’t swallowed everything yet. At last she gulped down the remainder with an audible sound.
“Gulp… Haa. Uhp.”
Just like always after drinking my semen, she pressed a hand to her chest and let out a lewd little burp, looking thoroughly annoyed.
“Ugh……”
Khh.
It was undeniably vulgar, yet that very vulgarity held a devilish charm that excited a man. Baek Seol-ah noticed my blatant stare and narrowed her eyes in a pout.
“……What? What do you want me to do? I can’t exactly dirty the theater. If I don’t swallow it all, it’ll drip everywhere.”
……She couldn’t dirty the theater, but sucking cock inside it was apparently fine? It was such a perfectly Baek Seol-ah way of thinking—paradoxically righteous within the logic of this world. Of course it wasn’t actually “normal” by any sane standard, but I was starting to get used to her attitude. I could see through her now.
She was embarrassed, so she covered it with snarky remarks. Cute little thing.
Under the dim light of the screen, the tips of her ears were glowing softly red. That was the truth. Maybe because I had deliberately held back to tease her, her expression and eyes still looked sulky. But when I whispered so only she could hear—
“Thank you, Baek Seol-gi. That felt incredible.”
“!”
—her face flushed bright red and she turned away. After a moment of quiet “Mmm……” contemplation, she answered in a tsundere huff.
“……It’s not that big a deal. If you want it again, just say so. I’ll consider the situation and decide.”
“Oh.”
It was the most textbook tsundere girlfriend line imaginable. Even though I wasn’t technically her boyfriend and she wasn’t my girlfriend. That detail didn’t seem important. Baek Seol-ah wiped her mouth primly with the same handkerchief she had used to clean my cock.
“……?”
My spent member began to stir again. Noticing the change, Baek Seol-ah blinked, then let out a small sigh.
“Haa.”
She glared at me like a scolding parent or teacher.
“Hold it together until the movie ends, you beast. There isn’t enough time to do it again.”
“……”
“……We’ll finish the rest at a motel, okay?”
The added line was more than enough to calm me down. I lifted the corner of my mouth in a playful grin and answered obediently.
“Yes, Mom.”
It was payback for the joke I’d made the second time she visited my dorm. Baek Seol-ah sighed, “Ugh,” but the faint blush on her cheeks suggested she didn’t entirely dislike the memory.
She picked up her drink cup, realized it was empty, and—without the slightest shame—stole mine, putting the straw to her lips.
Now?
I watched for an opening, then reached toward her exposed midriff. The girl who had strictly forbidden any touching during the day had an oddly high security clearance in that particular zone. But perhaps because the movie was almost over, she showed a small mercy.
“……Hm.”
While sipping my drink, Baek Seol-ah shot me a brief, displeased glare, but in the end she generously allowed me to fondle her soft belly. The emotion I felt in that moment was so intense it defied description.
Squeeze. Squish.
……Ooh.
Only then did I truly realize how close I had become to Baek Seol-ah. It was a profoundly meaningful moment. After months of being toyed with by this perverted couple, the sense of accomplishment and emotion that washed over me was indescribable.