Han Siwoo's Tribulations (1)
Everything's spinning. Is it because I've been sucking on her pussy non-stop without even a moment to breathe? The scenery blurring before my eyes whirls around so violently that I can't even aim my body properly.
"Ah, fuck, you're such a turn-on."
In the midst of it all, Kang Ye-jin smacks her lips as she gazes at my utterly exhausted, limp body—thanks to her. That utterly selfish attitude, like she only cares about satisfying her own urges, sparks a violent impulse to smash that face of hers to pieces.
"I'll hold off for now. You look pretty wrecked. Oh, but first..."
-Schlick, schlick, schlick!
Kang Ye-jin shoves her fingers into her pussy, thrusting them in and out repeatedly. Sticky sounds echo for a moment, and soon she squeezes her eyes shut, reaching climax.
-Squelch, squelch, glurk!
"Urk!"
"Hoo... that's better."
The expensive outfit I bought for my date with Somi is now soiled with another woman's juices. My face and neck, dolled up specially for today, are thoroughly defiled too, reducing me to a pathetic state.
"Nice one, nailed it♥ Anyway, take a breather. I've already booked tickets for you guys too."
With that, Kang Ye-jin saunters away from me leisurely. She'll probably head straight to Somi like this, flash her teeth, and say everything went smoothly.
First things first... gotta hit the bathroom. Need to wash my face...
Before rejoining Somi, I've got something urgent to handle.
-Shff, clack.
I drag my wretched body pitifully toward the nearby restroom. The spotless interior is empty—no one to notice. Steel myself and head to the sink to carry out my plan.
-Gurgle, glug, glug.
The sink fills to the brim with water. Then—plunge—I dunk my face right in.
That fucking bitch, goddamn cunt!!
I'm not slamming my head into the water out of some broken spirit from being raped by Kang Ye-jin. I've been through worse in my past life; I don't whine over shit like this. It's just that if I showed up to Somi like this, I'd probably murder Ye-jin with whatever's handy. So I'm cooling my head with cold water first.
"Pwah! Haaah... haaah... haaah..."
After about two minutes of holding my breath, I shake out my wet hair, flinging off the droplets. My anger's cooled a bit. Nose and eyes sting, but I ignore it—the refreshed feeling is worth it.
Kang Ye-jin...
I glance in the mirror. A drenched me stares back—so small, so fragile. Even a high school elementary kid could overpower me physically. Escaping Ye-jin? Impossible.
Then maybe...
I remember that time in the bathroom when I willingly serviced some nameless girl with my mouth and dick. Strict, rule-abiding type, yet she still lusted after my tiny body.
Got a good idea.
I'm already filthy head to toe. A little more won't show. I'll use every woman in this world to erase Kang Ye-jin from existence.
"Heh heh..."
I let the creepy trickle of water slide down my nape into my clothes without a care and head toward Park Somi and Kang Ye-jin.
"Ack! Siwoo-ya, did you fall in a puddle? Why do you look like a drowned rat?!"
"Ah, a bird shat on my head, so I washed up in the park bathroom."
"Eek, you looked so pretty when we left... what a shame!"
She's making such a fuss. Of course, I know full well how handsome and capable Han Siwoo is. And that pure devotion—how deeply he loves only one woman, no matter how many times he's taken. He's the 'man who looks only at me' that every woman dreams of.
Still, no need to suck up to that sleazy bastard.
I've got dozens of videos on my phone of Han Siwoo shaking his ass and eating my pussy. See that pathetic side, and even Park Somi would lose all affection.
But that'd ruin the fun.
My slutty big sis told me types like Han Siwoo rebel harder if you break them right away.
His body's already mine, though... suck...
Earlier, behind the park bathroom, he lapped at my pussy so eagerly—instinct or on purpose?—sticking out his tongue, slurping like it was delicious. In return, I blasted a load down his throat; his cute Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed every drop. Fuck, just thinking about it soaks my panties.
Should've recorded it.
Tsk tsk... horniness surging again. Wanna pull out for a quick one, but need an excuse to fuck Siwoo.
"Ah, Ye-jina, 30 minutes till showtime. Feels far—cab?"
"Nah, bus."
Perfect idea hits. I sneak peeks at Han Siwoo.
"Um... Kang Ye-jin, you're coming too?"
"Yeah. I'm bored!"
He probably wanted to ditch me somehow, but fat chance. I sweet-talked innocent Park Somi into letting me tag along. Good girl bought it hook, line, and sinker.
"Anyway, bus...? I got plenty of allowance from Mom—let's cab it!"
"Nah, bus sounds better."
That's how I can torment Han Siwoo. So the three of us—me, Han Siwoo, Park Somi—head to the nearby stop.
"Oh, there it is! Already here?"
Lucky timing: bus pulls up right as we arrive, route goes by the theater.
We tap our cards and board, heading inside.
"No seats..."
Weekend crowd packs the bus, even midday.
Perfect opportunity.
These people as cover? Ideal. Can't have Park Somi spotting it yet—that'd spoil the fun.
"Ack! Wait, hold on! Ah, gotta—go—forward...!"
Right on cue, Somi gets swept inward by the throng. Now it's just me and Han Siwoo crammed mid-bus.
-Slink...
I squeeze through, pressing up behind Han Siwoo by the window.
"Where's Somi..."
He scans the cramped bus for her, wide open. That vulnerability stirs my dark urges—I wanna pin him to the floor and milk that dick dry. But I'm no savage; groping his ass will do.
Conditions perfect. Feels like God set this up for me to molest him—a twinge of unease.
Heh heh...
Who cares? Crowded anonymity to ravage his body—that's what matters.
Bon appétit...
-Squish!
First, I knead his plump, firm ass. So addictive how it molds to my grip.
-Sloooow...
I tuck his little body into mine. Partly to trap him, but mainly for that move I have in mind.
"Who said take the bus, you fucking slut...? Desperate to get fucked?"
"Y-you..."
-Squish, poke.
Siwoo's such a slut—even one ass grab gets his dick hard.
"Pulling 'em down."
"Ack! Not here..."
-Shirrk.
In the packed bus, I stealthily yank down his pants. Checked first: woman in front's asleep. Not an idiot.
"Haaah... that lewd dick stench..."
Pre-cum aroma hits instantly, dizzying my brain. I glance around, worried the smell draws eyes—phew, seems only I noticed.
"Now then..."
-Slink...
My turn. Good thing I wore a short skirt—hike it up, pussy's right there.
-Shff, slink...
Slowly... I grind my pussy lips against Siwoo's back. He can't resist my hip strength, tilting forward bit by bit.
"Nng... uungh... feels weird..."
"Hahk, haaah... fucking amazing..."
Rubbing my pussy wild on a guy in this cramped bus. Dream come true—only seen in porn!
"Haa, haaa... gonna touch your dick too..."
"Eep...!"
-Pat pat pat pat...
In the noisy bus, faint stroking sounds. Now I don't care if we're caught—as long as Somi doesn't see.
"What the..."
First to notice: suited woman right beside us. She's been watching a while, cheeks flushed, staring at Siwoo's dick.
-Pat pat pat pat...!
Siwoo's lost to pleasure, crumbling. Clinging tight to me, head thrown back trembling—adorable.
-Spurt spurt splurt!
Massive ejaculation. White ropes splatter the sleeping woman's face and clothes ahead.
"Hnn...! Hic..."
"Cumming all over a lady's clothes like that—what're you gonna do about it?!"
"This is too weird..."
I agree. Shaking him like this in a full bus, and only one person notices?
"Sis."
"Y-yeah...?"
"Gimme your number. I'll send you some good pics."
Bribe the sole witness, and it's done. No one knows I jerked Han Siwoo off on the bus.
"Han Siwoo... next, I'll fuck you raw at the theater."
Time to go even wilder.