Jung Taeyang Side Story 2: Where Did It All Go Wrong?
"Hey?"
Jung Taeyang peeked his face over the top of the bathroom stall partition and greeted me. I froze at the sight of him.
"..."
Even as that happened, love juice was still dripping down my thighs, my body twitching through the aftershocks of climax.
"D-don't..."
"Huh?"
"Don't l-look..."
Maybe because of the lingering pleasure, I stood up on trembling legs. The spot where I'd been sitting was a sopping mess of sticky fluids, like a flood had hit. Jung Taeyang's eyes naturally drifted there.
"Whoa..."
"U-uh..."
I wanted to say something, anything. But no excuse came to mind. If this were the women's bathroom, I might have had grounds to chew him out. But I'd come all the way into the men's bathroom, squirted everywhere while masturbating. And even now, fresh love juice was gushing from my pussy.
My body was getting aroused in this humiliating, shameful situation. I resented it even as...
"Can I come over there?"
"Huh?"
I'd been avoiding his gaze, buttoning my blouse, when his words hit me. Normally I'd grit my teeth and ignore him, but this was something I couldn't just brush off. I looked up without thinking.
Splash!
"H-heek!"
Jung Taeyang vaulted over the partition. That alone wouldn't have been too shocking, but he landed right in the puddle of my fluids, splashing them onto me like stepping in a summer rain puddle.
"Whoa, didn't expect it to be this wet..."
Of course, it splattered inward, soaking my blouse until it was completely see-through.
This feels like déjà vu somehow.
"Why the hell did you jump in here?!"
"'Cause you're turning me on so bad?"
"Ugh..."
I glared at him fiercely, but his response forced me to look away. Turning you on? Turning you on? No. Snap out of it. Even if it's praise, I can't let it get to me. My feelings for Jung Taeyang have been getting weird lately anyway—this has to be hypnosis. I need to keep my head straight.
"You..."
"Whose semen is this?"
I was steeling myself to say something when he cut me off. His gaze was fixed on my head. He reached out, fiddling with... the condom.
"...I don't know."
"You took semen from some stranger?"
"No, I don't know his name! I went to watch Yubin do sex processing, and I started nipple play... and got caught..."
Ah, why did I say that? My face burned hotter. I'd hung the condom there so no one would notice I'd been caught masturbating my nipples.
"Pfft... That Choi Yubin? Doesn't she like girls?"
"E-even so, if a guy asks for sex processing, it's her priority, right?!"
"Pffthaha... Heh..."
Jung Taeyang clamped a hand over his mouth, chuckling. Fortunately, he either didn't catch what I said or was letting it slide.
"W-well, then I'm..."
Gonna run. For real. I'm dying of embarrassment right now. Alone with Jung Taeyang in a men's bathroom stall soaked in my own juices? Insane. Just...
"Where you going? You got caught nipple-masturbating by me too."
"Huh?"
"Put a condom on mine too."
"No, what the..."
Absurd. Sure, I put this one on, but it only had cum from sex processing. If I put one on his, who was gonna make him cum?
But Jung Taeyang was already undoing his belt, pulling out his cock.
"Why's it already so hard..."
"How could it not be, in a space reeking of bitch in heat?"
Fair point. The scent was thick even to me—what must it be like for him?
"Then... with my mouth?"
"Do sumata."
"Sumata?"
Sumata... that's the thigh thing, right? Sliding between the thighs.
"No way. I don't even have panties on right now, and you'll just end up putting it in."
"What's wrong with putting it in?"
"I'm a virgin..."
"Then make your first time right here."
"No way that's happening!"
"Why not?"
Jung Taeyang was grinning slyly. He definitely knew everything and was messing with me. God, his cock was huge, his face was decent enough, and he had that casual masculinity...
"Giving my first kiss and my virginity to the same cock means I'd be your lifelong portable bitch onahole! My dream is to be a personal slave!"
"Whose personal slave?"
"Obviously... yours...?"
Huh?
"Then it doesn't matter, right?"
"...Does it?"
No way! This is hypnosis. Definitely hypnosis. A personal slave and a portable bitch onahole can't be the same. A personal slave serves one master for life with sex processing, and a portable bitch onahole is a tool that serves one master for life... They're the same?
"Wait, are they really the same...?"
"Told ya."
Yeah. They're identical, just different names for the same role. How had I not realized this sooner? If I'd known, I'd have given up my virginity ages ago... But why was my dream "personal slave" then?
"What're you gonna do?"
"Ah, then... take my virginity, please..."
"Who said anything about popping your cherry? I said sumata today."
Jung Taeyang spun me around and slid his condom-wrapped cock between my thighs. With our height difference, I had to go on tiptoes for it to fit.
"Oh... your thighs are fucking amazing."
"W-wait. My breasts..."
He hugged me tight from behind... and grabbed my tits. That was bad enough, but the real problem was how hypersensitive they'd gotten from all the nipple play.
"H-heeek?!"
Squeeze. He pinched my nipples. After two nipple orgasms already, they were so pathetic that even a touch could set me off. Grabbing them like that? Instant climax.
"Heeek♡ W-wait♡ I-I'm on tiptoes..."
Pussy juice dripped down, soaking his cock between my thighs. My legs shook violently; even staying on tiptoes was a struggle. I desperately tried to push him away, but he only groped harder.
"Hoooook♡ N-nooo♡ D-don't twist♡"
Silently, he twisted my nipples. The stimulation was incomparable to a simple squeeze. My body, already cumming from light touches, couldn't hold out.
"Ohoop♡ Ha♡ Hn♡ Heeeek♡ Hooob♡"
Before I knew it, I was slumped against the bathroom wall, with Jung Taeyang pressing into me from behind. Sumata hadn't even started, and I'd already cum multiple times.
"N-nooo♡ C-cumming again...♡"
When I came to, my pussy was pressed right against his cock. No insertion yet, but it was twitching hungrily, kissing his shaft.
"Ha... I'm so fucking turned on too. For real."
"H-heeek♡♡"
He grabbed my nipples and started thrusting roughly, like riding a horse. My clinging pussy and my rock-hard clit just above it rubbed against his cock, pleasuring me at will.
"Oook♡ Ok♡ Hob♡ Hiiiiiik♡"
Climax. Climax. Climax again. After who-knows-how-many, I felt his breathing grow ragged.
"Hoo, haa... Grk...!"
"H-heeek♡♡"
He pinned me hard against the wall. I felt his cock throbbing through the condom. Then the hot rush of fluid.
"Hoo, haa... Insane. So fucking hot."
"H-hee♡ He...♡"
If he weren't holding me, I'd have face-planted on the floor. Every ounce of strength drained from my body. Alone, I could barely manage one or two orgasms max. With Jung Taeyang? Instant multiples.
As expected...
"...Huh?"
Something felt off. They say your first time hurts like hell down there. But even focusing, I felt nothing but pleasure. No way could my slutty body skip the deflowering pain entirely...?
"Hoo, that was good."
Jung Taeyang was pulling his cock from between my thighs.
...Between my thighs. He'd really only done sumata—no insertion.
"W-why..."
"Huh?"
"Why didn't you put it in..."
"I said sumata only."
He removed the cum-filled condom, tied it neatly, and clipped it to my hair pin. Definitely more volume and thicker scent than the first... No, that's not the point.
"F-for real, you won't put it in?"
He'd already fixed his pants, turning away. He could've kept going. Was this really the end?
"Want me to?"
"Y-yes, please..."
"Beg for it. Maybe I'll consider."
Beg? How? The thought crossed my mind, but it didn't matter. I leaned back against the wall, spreading my pussy wide with both hands. Gushes of juice poured out.
"P-please... shove your cock in Sebin's pussy, Taeyang...♡"
"Whoa... that's hot. Your aegyo's really leveled up."
He laughed, looking at me with what seemed like genuine delight. Then...
"But nah, not putting it in."
"Huh?"
"Don't feel like it."
And with that, he opened the door and walked out. Without thinking, I bolted after him, clinging to his arm.
"Whoa, you sure you should be out here like that? Not even wearing clothes."
True—my blouse was plastered to my tits, and I had no skirt. But who cares?
"It's fine, just fuck me. Please... okay?"
"Damn, this isn't bad... Was gonna save it for later anyway."
Save what?
"You're cute. For real."
"Then..."
"But I said no."
Jung Taeyang said it with a sincere smile.