Three Days of Teasing
Three days had passed since Teacher's Day, when Taeyang last visited Seonhye's house. There wasn't any grand reason for avoiding her. He generally despised push-and-pull games in relationships, but Seonhye warranted a bit more effort than most—a mild tease, hardly enough to be called “push-and-pull. He was deeply curious how much she'd ripened in those four days without him. Would she show some married woman's resolve? Or turn into a bitch in heat, wagging her tail? Either way, it promised to be fun. Beyond that...
Taeyang's thoughts halted at the hot breath on his face. He looked down at the source.
"What're you thinking about?"
"You."
"Hahuuu..."
Ha Seoyun, nestled in Taeyang's arms, blushed and pressed her cheek to his chest. His cock, filling her belly to the brim, gave her an unprecedented sense of fullness. Completely naked, they embraced, sharing their warmth. Taeyang stroked her baby-soft, downy skin.
It was Teacher's Day, after all, and a school nurse was still a teacher. He had more than just Seonhye among his conquests. So Taeyang had spent the day with the health teacher from Moonbyeol's school, in the health office, naturally.
"Can you stand?"
"Of course."
Seoyun gripped his shoulders and slowly rose. Her legs wobbled like a newborn fawn's, but she managed to steady herself.
"Huuuuh...!"
Tzupbbblbblp—pong!
With a sound like uncorking a bottle, Taeyang's massive cock slipped from Seoyun's pussy. It was comically huge against her petite frame and tight hole—how had it all fit? Slick with her juices and his semen, it throbbed defiantly. Even after withdrawal, the evidence lingered. Semen leaked from her slightly gaped entrance, dripping onto his shaft.
Taeyang pointed to his still-hard cock.
"Clean it up."
"Yes♥"
She knelt between his legs, pursing her lips. After a light kiss on the urethral opening—smack—she meticulously cleaned him. Her dainty, age-inappropriate hands gripped the shaft firmly as her cat-like tongue lapped up the mingled fluids.
Seoyun had once recoiled at the idea of sucking a man's cock, but after intense sex with Taeyang, it had become utterly lovable.
"Mmm, slurp—chuuup."
Taeyang reached out to stroke her head. Her tiny tongue felt distinctly different from other women's.
"Hahuuup—chuuuup—smack—sllluurp—mmph—"
When she finally pulled away, his cock gleamed as clean as before sex. After dressing, Taeyang kissed the still-naked Seoyun's forehead.
"I'll hit you up again."
Seoyun hesitated, gauging his mood.
"Next time... could we meet somewhere other than school?"
"Sure."
Though who knows when.
Leaving the health office, Taeyang pulled out his phone to text another woman. He'd spent the past ten days mostly with Seonhye—not entirely, but enough to leave the others feeling neglected. These three days were for catching up with his overlooked lovers. A nonstop whirlwind.
After meeting a few more women, Taeyang headed to a café near Seonhye's place. Not for her, but for her daughter, Choi Seonhui—they had a date. Seonhye had ruined their planned mother-daughter feast, so he'd make it himself. Their relationship had progressed beyond his expectations in just ten days. Seonhui eagerly accepted his advances, far more than he'd induced, and he'd taken her virginity days ago.
"Next week should do it."
Muttering to himself, Taeyang entered the café. Seonhui, fiddling sullenly with her phone in the back, spotted him and jumped up.
"Hey, you're here!"
Beaming, she linked arms with him.
"Wait long?"
"Nah!"
As they stepped outside, Seonhui puffed up proudly. Passing glances made her strut. Giggling, she rubbed her nose against his shoulder—her signature affection.
Taeyang chuckled inwardly. He hadn't seen it yet, but three years ago, Seonhye did the same. Wonder who started it.
"You finish the snacks I bought last time?"
"Yeah. Thanks."
Taeyang dipped his head to boop her forehead with his nose. It referenced snacks he'd bought days ago—a ploy to delay her curfew, but tasty nonetheless.
"So, what're we doing today...?"
Seonhui gazed up expectantly. At first, she'd tried leading per societal norms—women pursue men—but soon realized her limits as a loner. Taeyang gradually took control, deciding their plans. She'd felt awkward at the role reversal, but he casually said he preferred it that way, and his choices suited her perfectly. Now she followed his lead completely.
Scratching his cheek, Taeyang pondered her question.
"Movie yesterday, local spots are crowded, art gallery done... Hmm..."
Grinning, he met her eyes.
"Drinks?"
"D-Drinks? Already? It's daytime!"
Shocked but grinning ear-to-ear, Seonhui didn't even protest as a student. It wasn't her first drink, and his suggestion meant one thing: skip the fluff, straight to sex. No reason to refuse.
"You against it?"
"No way! Love it!"
She was hooked on Taeyang. Days ago, she'd acted like casual friends, but post-sex, everything flipped. Not sex addiction—her libido matched her peers, with daily masturbation—but since him, no need. It paled in comparison. He was the source of transcendent pleasure.
Boldly tugging his arm, Seonhui glanced at their usual motel.
"Bars aren't open yet... Convenience store booze and drink inside? Cheaper and comfier."
Gauging his reaction nervously, she worried it was too forward. But Taeyang burst out laughing, ruffling her hair wildly.
"Heh, smooth talker. Yeah, let's go."
They bought booze and checked into the motel—in broad daylight.
While Taeyang ignored Seonhye entirely amid his liaisons, she grew worried. Sighing deeply on the living room sofa.
"Haa..."
Nearing 40, she looked early 30s. Her cow-like breasts were flawless. Unfamiliar stress aged her mentally, but her beauty peaked, defying time.
Of course! Never! His safety wasn't the issue—just her videos leaking.
Fiddling with her phone, she debated checking. But her thumb hesitated before his number.
"Huuu..."
Slumping back, courage failed her. Then—
Ding—
Her face lit up briefly. She bolted up, tackling piled housework from three listless days.
The next day, massaging Seonhye as usual, Taeyang smirked at the odd texture under his fingers. Squeezing her breast, a stiff nipple poked his palm. Too curious to ignore, he nibbled her earlobe.
"No... panties?"
Seonhye moaned guiltily. She'd tried playing it cool, but her nipples had hardened the moment his arrival time neared.
"...No underwear."
"Why?"
"I accidentally washed today's pair."
Half-lie, half-truth. She had washed it—intentionally. Last night, possessed, she'd laundered everything but what she wore.
"I see..."
Grinning, Taeyang's hand slid lower.
"In that case."
What about down there?